Showing posts with label Bryan Willis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bryan Willis. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Favorite Movie Quotes: Sahara

"Got ... got to ... make it ..."

I actually mentioned this quote in a post last November, but it is worth using again. Back in the late 1960s/early 1970s when we could only get less than half a dozen stations and there was no such thing as VHS or DVD for consumers, my brother and I ate up all those old Warner Brothers films the independent Seattle/Tacoma  stations continuously played. We were so struck by Bruce Bennett uttering this quote while crawling through the Sahara Desert that we started using it for all kinds of things. For example, if Bryan asked me to pass the salt at dinner, I would move slowly and utter, "Must ... make ... it. Got ... got to ... reach salt ..."

And we continue this malarkey to this day. Funny how a few seconds of film can change lives.

In spite of this eccentric impact on our behavior, this is one of the better WWII propaganda movies.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Phone photo 1458

Wood split for me by my brother Bryan and nephew Zach. It is some kind of hardwood I cannot identify.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Weird Gifts From My Brother

I try to weed these things out every once in awhile, but for years my brother Bryan has exhibited a strange taste in holiday and birthday gifts. Some examples:


Bad albums are a staple (yes, I still play vinyl). This one is right up there among the worst, Come On In! by the New Hope Singers International, "A musical collage from Jamaican calypso to the sounds of ancient Scotland to American rock." This group was sponsored by the Rev. Sun Myung Moon.


That's a picture of little Stevie sitting on a kiddie potty in Spokane, Washington back in the 1950s. The potty is adorned the head of some kind of poultry. I guess that makes it partly poultry. Get enough of these together and you can throw a partly poultry potty party.

Anyway, why is this photo encapsulated in a Kellogg's Corn Flakes place mat?


When I almost threw out this papier-mâché model of planet Earth (made by my brother when he was in grade school) as we were cleaning out the family farm in order to sell it a few years ago, Bryan stopped me and made a big deal of presenting it to me as a precious relic. And I, perhaps foolishly, accepted it.


My own name plate! How thoughtful.


Hey! Look! What every household needs, a concave Jesus face!

I think this is supposed to be something you can use in creating an illusion with light, either that or it is a really freaky gelatin mold.


My phone camera is not the greatest when it comes to close-ups. This amputee Leprechaun wasn't so lucky, apparently. Note the bloody stump. Maybe he was a leper, thus making him a Leperchaun. Also, leaving the tag with an obviously doctored inflated price is another frequent theme in these gifts as a demonstration of how "priceless" they are. In this case the cheap piece of crap was supposedly purchased for at least 22 bucks.


Ruth loved clowns so much she kept one in a jar!

Where does he get this stuff?


Santa has an array of little finishing nails in his beard. I think this is supposed to be an advent calendar, but the effect is quite creepy.


There has been much, much more over the years. I do look forward to receiving these fine items and perhaps I should start cruising garage sales now in order to return the favor next holiday season.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Random Drawings, ca. 1977-200something






































I'm continuing to excavate material as I clean out the studio. Here are several random drawings from notes, letters, and other ephemera, mostly centered from 1977 to about 1983. The academic quarter drawing of an unnamed Morty is one of his earliest appearances, probably in 1978. I included it in a letter and it was never published. A blue card has a draft of Ofeelya from my Tragedy of Morty series. A 1977-drawn two panel view of Seattle anticipated my one-pager for the Seattle Star years later. I think the final page had something to do with one of my brother's plays and is the only piece from Century 21.