The Glass Character: Bullwinkle

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Saturday, May 18, 2024

Classic Cheerios Commercials Starring . . . 💥BULLWINKLE!💥

Ah, memories! These smart and funny Cheerios ads with their minimal animation still charm me after all these years.

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Bullwinkle's Corner - the 1961 commercials

In times of trouble, in times of horror and dismay, what do I turn to? Old ads, of course. And these are classics from the Rocky and Bullwinkle era: Cheerios commercials that were actually better than the show itself. It's not that I don't trust you, William Tell. . . (and we even have guest appearances by Boris Badenov and Dudley Do-right!).

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Alarming moose taxidermy

Sunday, January 5, 2014

I was too ashamed to put this on Facebook

It's a very bad Separated at Birth, which means I am overdue to see my psychiatrist and not yet recovered from Christmas. I kept finding that top picture on Harold Lloyd sites, and wondering what it reminded me of. Voila! It's Bullwinkle! Specifically, Bullwinkle doing that crazy high-stepping dance when he got his own show, with that idiot smile that came and went. Took me forever to find a picture of it. The Harold pictures are from his rather sad comeback attempt, The Sin of Harold Diddlebock. There is an even more deranged smile shot in The Milky Way, in which he plays a milkman trapped in the back seat of a cab with a horse. But I can't find that either.

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Friday, June 22, 2012

Was Hermann Goering a transvestite? You decide

It's waaaaaay too late, and I am waaaaaaay too sick with this flu-thingama-jiggy to even be out of bed right now. But just a short time ago, while looking for something else, I came across a couple of pages that fascinated me. In fact, it made my jaw drop. It was an account of someone who had special duties during World War II: to keep Hermann Goering supplied with lacy panties, silk stockings and all the latest Paris creations so he could dress his chubby frame in elegant satins and high heels and parade around in front of the mirror. Just for the sake of comfort: those stiff Nazi uniforms do chafe in some very private places, don't you see?

The only trouble is, though I remember parts of this information in excruciating detail, probably more detail than I want, I don't remember which book it was in! This is worse than Mary Astor's diary (which I finally found in a really filthy book called Hollywood Babylon, not that I actually have a copy). I went through both David Niven books (again, because I really did think it was in there: it's the sort of story he loved to tell in his memoirs, very Carry-On/Catch-22-ish military stuff).

It's not there. Not in the Babble-on book either. So what does that leave? What have I been reading lately? Is it in my book of medical myths (when you sneeze, does your heart stop? If you cross your eyes will they get stuck that way?) or somewhere in the Marion Meade biography of Dorothy Parker, one of my favorite books in the whole wide world? Doesn't seem too damn likely. Dorothy Parker liked men who were men (in spite of the fact that she repeatedly referred to her effeminate husband Alan Campbell as "a fawn's ass").

So I don't have the hard evidence I was hoping for, but these photos do offer compelling hints of those private passions which he practiced behind closed doors. So it's up to you to decide: WAS Hermann Goering a transvestite? Was one of the most vicious human beings who ever lived just a strutting, primping, mascara-slathering, boa-swishing drag queen?