And the crowd went wild!!! In a non gazillion gallons of baby oil stockpiled zombie apocalypse readied P-Diddy Freak-Off catastrophe of hermetically harpooned hedonistic homogenous Hollywood hysteria homeostasis. Nope, no palleted in & out Costco analogies spelled out here. Yup, forget about the 7-H club here today people. This is all but a regular families affair comparison goings on going on. A clouded white with silver lining downsloping juxtaposed and seemingly predisposed into the once futuristic, now retro donning colourific downsloped skating of its own copyright left to right deciphered upward leaning encirclement for entertainment purposes – depending upon one’s specific taste that is. Incidentally coincidental, or monumental influential? Remember, no 7-H club here today, so strictly bang one’s gavel in judgement. Or better yet, stop reading this right now, and go do something productive, like, say, oh, blowing up a balloon, rubbing it on one’s hair, causing said balloon to incur a static charge, and then stick it to the wall. Such would certainly be more exciting a task, and certainly much more intellectually stimulating.
And to think, Yours Sick Of The Bullshit Truly was going to lambaste that pansy-handed, flaky orange peel, childish sandbox hurling tornado likeness of a retarded Marlon Brando and his tariff hard-on for skull-fucking himself first and then any pussy he is willing to grab later. Oh right, this episode is a regular families affair, so none of that. Well, maybe next week – but honestly, probably not.
Have you ever seen something, of which, said something in recollective familiarity having drawn up an image or idea of something already known to be in distinctive existence, of which the two are more than likely inextricably linked, at which point one begins to wonder: Were such creations thought up in complete isolation from themselves, all those years apart while navigating time and space on their own LSD based creative process, or did the latter’s semi-plagiarize the former’s LSD infused artistic spark while induced into a tracer racked LSD skating of their own? Or is the real question: Did Yours Cerebral Cortex Taster Truly once identify a mis-struck twenty-five cent coin in the spare change in his back pocket (before extracting the handful) within about point two-five seconds of him feeling the need to check his pocket change for some reason? Well, if he did, the coin probably sits on his bookshelf as a reminder. Makes one wonder: Did his right butt-cheek front-run the action and convince his brain to delve into his back pocket with those fingee fingers?
Oh right, back to those inextricable similarities caught in the space-time continuum of linked-up situational awareness spied by the eye of the beholden upon searching for a connexion in passing cemented to the standing. Really people, it is always hidden in plain sight, those unsuspecting towering coincidences just waiting to be uncovered – in all facets, of the faces too. After all, a doppelgänger is no doppelgänger until they are finally put together, out of lonesome isolation in pairing for rich comedic taste of national insecurity. So, before getting on with the Main Showing, how’s a bout a little side-show freak-show teaser pregame warm-up in security clearance fire sale insensibilities. Some underground mole who has weaselled his way into the soured lemon-light. Forget spelling it out, after all, a picture is worth a thousand words – in which case two pictures is worth four-score in the ambush:
Conservatively speaking, it is pretty easy to determine which one of the two deserves to be baited with a spear-trap.
And Now Ladies and Gentlemen…Your Vancouver Canucks!!!
And the crowd went wild!!! In a non gazillion gallons….Remember, a regular families affair. That’s right, the old iconic, now retro Vancouver Canucks Hockey Club Skate Logo first introduced for the 1979-80 season as the shoulder patch on those hideously colourific SpaghettiO vomit like inspired V-jerseys of old. The ol’ flying skate logo of the decade that anyone who grew up in it wants to forget – mullets, fluorescents, any 1980’s television, Kangaroo shoes, K-Way jackets, lemon automobiles, big hair for the ladies, and on and on and on. Though of course, it was not all bad as it was customary for kids Playing In The Street. That’s right, Yours Former Mullet Wearer And Tadpole Catcher Truly was one of those 80’s kids – before video games and accompanying societal pansy syndrome got hold and spread through society like a new mutated venereal disease at a “royal” family get together. Up-Chuck – damn rights, and anywhere else the “royal” contingent could stick it or lick it. Oh right, a regular families affair. But hey, after all, a “royal” piece of shit is a “royal” piece of shit, and there is no denying that!
Seems like an original design that ol’ Canucks skate logo, no? After all, hard to believe anyone could have extracted such a logo likeness from anywhere else. Said logo was designed by an American, Mike Bull who worked for Beyl & Boyd, of whom also played a role in designing the San Francisco baseball team’s uniform. Did Mike Bull suffer a bout of oxygen hypoxia, or pop some microdot LSD and devise the flying skate logo all on his lonesome, or was he familiar with a Playing In The Street inspiration and simply rearrange and tweak a circular groundwork already in existence and claim for his what was 80%+ somebody else’s. Did the Beyl & Boyd automaton plagiarize a LePREVOST & LePREVOST original artwork? Is Mike Bull full of Bull-shit in claiming the ol’ Canucks flying skate as his own? Maybe. Depends who one asks one must suppose – such is why, if one remembers, that Yours NES Duck Hunt Player Truly asked you to strictly bang their own gavel in being the judge.
But first, a little reminiscing of simpler times. Ah, those 1980’s. Yours Pacific Colosseum Visitor Truly is not sure how a South African woman became an ardent and overly enthusiastic Vancouver Canucks hockey fan, but let me assure you, my mom had indeed attained such a status. In fact, such are some of my childhood memories – Yours Harold Snepst Remember Truly recalls going to the Safeways grocery store with my mom and seeing, in the later 1980’s, the signs that used to hang from the ceiling advertising, if memory serves correct, to be family packs of four tickets for something like $38 plus tax. Talk about a deal! The ice rink boards had no advertising and the bad-ass hairdos were aplenty. And of course the Stanley Cup was nowhere to be found, unless one was a Calgary Flames, or Montreal Canadiens fan like two of my dropped on their head siblings.
And the crowd went wild!!! In a non gazillion gallons….Does Your Mama Like to Reggae? Nobody But You – like the Canucks skate logo, staples of the 1980’s. But one has to go back to the 1970’s for clarity. 1972 to be exact. Yes – REALLY. Yours Playing In The Street Truly would argue as being his best album. A LePREVOST & LePREVOST original artwork of future similarity to a Beyl & Boyd colourific rehashing into the Canucks skate logo. Bang your gavel, you be the judge.
Certainly there are some striking similarities: from being enclosed in a circle; to an almost identical downward slope; how the logo’s both breach the circle on both sides; the horizontal lines; even the arc of the C if flipped upside down and compared to the hook of the J.