Cool Old Full length Films

Cool old full length films:

Q-Planes: Comedy/Thriller with Laurence Olivier, Valerie Hobson, and Ralph Richardson. 1939
Released in the United States as: Clouds over Europe

Airspeed Envoy aircraft

Above: The Divorce of Lady X (1938

Poster: The Divorce of Lady X

49th Parallel (1941)

Film Poster for 49th Parallel

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Above: part of the famous Castle Collection of sculpture. by Farrell Hamann

Sphere sculptures in the home/studio. The one in the foreground is truly huge.

Interior detail pic of large, 25 room castle sculpture.

Collection is available as a turnkey tourist attraction for your location.

"Unique collection" the J. Paul Getty Museum

 Mosaic eggs from the Mosaic Museum Collection

(American version of the Faberge egg) KCRA TV

Asking price is $2,000,000 for the collection which includes the famous mosaic eggs, mosaic sculpture, the castle collection, large sculptures, acrylic paintings, marble toys, etc. Works have gotten a lot of attention in the print media and on television. As a tourist attraction, it should get attention in the travel guides and be of interest to event planners. 

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My adorable novel at Amazon

Artist/Writer Farrell Hamann

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 Skull with glowing red eyes and a conehead skull dude

Below: Dick Cavett's long interview with Richard Burton on YouTube
http://youtu.be/Z-h7GD1ZcSA 

GOP War on Women and Girls 

America's 50 worse charities

The Food Banks are NOT doing Well. The Farrell Hamann Show 

Man Cave of the Exalted One

Rule No. 1 in my Man Cave:

You may not step on my head so bring a good flashlight. I move my head about frequently so don't count on drawing a map or poking around with a walking stick, someone's already tried that an bonked me a good one.. Braining me with a stick and then asking if I am missing a coconut does not engender friendship, comrade. Best you not trespass in my man cave, you may get lost. If you do get lost, I suggest you burrow straight up until you dig your way out. Not straight up, better angle it a bit since my man cave is nine and a half feet deep. 

I wore this Bitey the Cat hardhat while digging my man cave, it kept me from bashing in my brains on tree roots and boulders.

Naturally, I had safety in mind when constructing the man cave. The geology of this region allows me to burrow quite nicely without fear of cave in or flooding as long as I use commonsense. Some asshat (first time I ever used this word) dug a huge tunnel in the sand on the beach and had his tiny tot crawl through it while he video taped. Unbelievable! How the Hell would he get her out of there if it collapsed?  Don't ever do that with your kid! Ever!

Beside my fear of you stepping on my head in the narrow confines of my man cave (I sleep at the entrance where the air is better) if you barge in and surprise me, I have a tendency to scream.  Put yourself in my place.. you're napping, which is the ideal activity in a cave of any sort lacking blind scorpions and bats, and a dark, hunched over figure lurches in with hands out, groping about. Scare the crap out of anyone.  

Just kidding about getting lost in my Man Cave. It only goes back about fourteen feet, ending in a vertical ventilation pipe I laboriously installed, a ten inch diameter pipe. Ventilation is pretty good, I'd say, at least for a couple of people and maybe a dog. That is about the total extent of the technology that went into my cave.  Hopefully, your dog does not have gas.

I don't mind the rustic life. When I was in Alaska, I lived in a tiny trapper's cabin that someone prefabricated and lugged up a steep mountain trail. It had the tiny entrance hatch or door common with trapper's cabins. If an unauthorized person or bear tried to get in, you could just bonk it on the head.  I also lived for a while on a small fishing boat in Alaska. It was a tad confining but I slept  quite well, rocked by the waves. The name of the boat was the Tillie and we fished in Glacier Bay and near Juneau. What I miss most about Juneau are the huge great northern ravens walking around downtown. Those suckers are big! I saw an albino one in Jackson Hole, Wyoming way back in the late sixties. If I was a dude living in a dark cave with a raven, an albino one would have a certain practicality. 

More appropriate then a raven, I suppose, would be a pet vole. We had a pet vole for some months, rescued from a cat when the vole got out of it's element (from the ground to a paved parking lot). Except for the biting, they make a pretty good pet. We called her Condolezza on account of her big front teeth.  She was a better vole than Condolezza was a Washington D.C. hack. Wonder what a vole would think of my Man Cave. A vole is much like a mole.. I don't know if they reach up and grab your carrots and pull them down into their little tunnels. 

I did have help digging my little cave. I went out and found a sturdy homeless guy and paid him $15 an hour. I don't believe in underpaying. I also fed him lunch.  Nice guy, really, soft spoken and a hard worker. Some people are so afraid of the homeless which is crazy. They tend to be much nicer, as a population, then the non-homeless. This guy did have a prominent brow ridge, looking not unlike your everyday cave man.  It just worked out that way, yes it did.  Life can be so ironic. 

Caution: Mind Control. May be triggering!!
(cats tore up my blinds)

Rule No. 2: No peeing or pooing in the back of my man cave



 (I'm much more interested in hideouts than man caves. Bunkers.. undetectable,  easy for me to get to, hard for others. No tiger pits or just maybe there are, muhahahaha. I lived in a little trapper's shack in Alaska, nice. For my friend, I found a comfy old former dynamite (NSA) shack.

Was going to say that if someone did find your man cave or hideout, you could chase them away with a set of glowing red eyes, that would work for me but there is always the idiot who thinks they can somehow cash in, get a bigger idiot to go down there..

Once woke my wife up, when we lived in Santa Barbara, told her there was a guy with glowing red eyes on the patio. We had just had our ears nearly bent off by her crazy Holy Roller friend who live next to the tracks. They would summon up something which would make the building shake (it was the damn train) and they would almost convincingly bug out their eyes. So, my wife was ready for anything!

Before I met her, she didn't know that the neighbor dudes could look over the fence and see her parading naked right thought her curtains (kind of the opposite of the girl cave which is supposed to be private). Asked why she never checked, it is just some everyday physics of light and the boys were taking advantage..

Speaking of: My very offensive Santa Barbara neighbor, Rick, was in our living room and wife walked out of the shower again stark naked (stark except that she was furrier back then). I got even though, I was on my back patio with the shared gate open and HIS wife came out nude to hang clothes on the line. Hah! If there is a better treat than seeing unauthorized nudity without being a peeping Tom, I'd like to know what that is.. If a woman leans over exposing her boobs accidentally, I always look away however difficult that is, it is the right thing to do unless she is doing it on purpose (which is rare).

When I was very small, I was given a top bunk on the bunk bed. I spend my nights gnawing on the top of the door and gnawed a significant chunk out of that bedroom door. Because of this, they moved me to the bottom bunk. I'd lie in that bottom bunk and stare up at the wires. I got the brilliant idea to get my dad's wire cutters and, with all my tiny might, cut a lot of those wires so that my brother's top bunk started resembling a hammock. I guess I was bad!

My new Critter Collection. #sculpture

Artist/Writer, Farrell Hamann
"Unique collection" The J. Paul Getty Museum
Collection is available and would make a great tourist attraction
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Heh, 30 collectible Elvis Presley postage stamps nicely framed with a newspaper article!
 

My adorably light novel

STROKE WARNING SIGNS

My Friend's weight loss related site: LINK
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Do NOT abuse Rogaine, don't be like me!!  

Toxic Killer Robot Bugs from Outer Space. A Farrell Hamann Fine Art, Out by Noon Video Production. 

Church of the Blue Moon/Moonbeams on your Naked Booty 

It is not going to be enough to label GMO foods, we must ban them! 

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"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth" Cave in is in there somewhere. This is only part of the quote..

 Above: Skulls blingbling necklaces, my latest project. Working on on a conehead version. I'll sell these for about $20/$25. Real hemp cording.

  OK, mind controlled dupes of Yahoo, try this for a scenario: You are a  boarder line psycho. Email scans reveal to black ops an opportunity to incite U to kill neighbor (Satan!) Weird CD's FREE! @maddow Or, you're an alcoholic and they see the chance to push some Thunderbird!. Again: you're a patsy for prescription drugs and a bit of a hypochondriac and they easily discover the opportunity to sell you something Really, really expensive. 

Bored? Trying to stay awake? OK, try this: pretend that my hand is crawling up your bare leg and my intentions are not good!

Magnus the pug woke me early, licking my lips and eye sockets with some vigor. Mia pug sneezes in my face but, luckily does not have the range of my wife who sneezes like a blue whale with dual blowholes. I attract wetness..

Wanted to be a sponge diver for a while when I was little (could hold breath for very long time) was discouraged by something long forgotten, rapture of the deep, or madness of the abyss, not sure. Effect enhanced by cold, murky water and depth. I don't suffer the fear of dark water in general but once did pour some grape juice a a certain kid's bath water and out she jumped. Didn't do it to cause fright, just to turn her blue!

 Above: Eel/Charles #Koch

Harvard Princeton Yale (HPY) 

 Above: 1952 Ural Motorcycle (Russian)

  "On the vanity of Earthly greatness"

"The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls
Of mastodons, are billiard balls.
The sword of Charlemagne the Just
Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust.
The grizzly bear, whose potent hug,
Was feared by all, is now a rug.
Great Caesar's bust is on the shelf,
And I don't feel so well myself." Arthur Guiterman

Above: A noodle hanging out in his man cave. 

 

No fans? Just make your own like I did!!

 Wife's mom, exploited by ripoff repair people now cooking only with her BBQ, $60,000,000 home within range of a mortar round. Sad but funny

Above: Huge rock just misses car 

 The clueless One with his phone book

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A Creative..

 A dumpster See, the dumpster is waving hi!

Of late, I can't decide if I'm a solid, liquid, plasma, or some other state of matter. Maybe I'm a gas! Detractors would say that I'm just a fart... That would be a gas, however chunky.. 95825 is my Zip Code. Here I linger.

95825 is the Zip Code for my part of the Sacramento, California area and, contrary to what I tell the neighborhood children, there is no old cemetery under this very spot. Not one that I am personally aware of.  What goes on on the surface is enough for me, thank you. One example: I was bringing in the groceries, a really heavy load carried in one hand.  I tripped on the pug dog, careened toward my 7 foot obelisk, and, to save the sculpture, cantilevered the grocery bag out to steer around the obelisk, and wound up in the trauma unit months later.  $77,000.

That very same pug is, at this very moment, clawing me with his lion like toenails because he wants his raw meat. I feed the pugs raw meat, least I can do. Later, I will drench the hotspot on his tail with a 50/50 water, apple cider vinegar solution since that works best. The Vet should know this but, the greedy bastardo sees no money in it even though it works like magic.

Halfway listening to wife talking on phone to the rather unpleasant Jo Ann. Wife ends call by saying: " Sorry to hear about you, Ralph, your mom, and the steam...." The Steam! What Steam? 

Turns out brother got burned on some steam... Oh poor him. Last time was when he got a live steam burn directly on his naked dick... He was hanging a wet towel on his gas heater in Seattle.
 Another live steam burn? Too much.  The God's are trying to tell him something.  Hahaha

I would be more sympthetic to my brother had he not spent his entire youth and adulthood competing with me, spreading falsehoods and warning girls away. He has a sorry, sad case of sibling rivalry. When writing, I refer to him as Garibaldi.

 Sacramento Artist/Writer Farrell Hamann
Sacramento, CA 916-641-7696

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My Zazzle Store

Disneyland is behind that wall and those banana trees!

 The Mighty Hunter with his pointy war stick

The Great Blue Frog as Art Critic

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ZZYZX 
The California Desert, beware!

California Bird Dude 

Found: Pink Panties Laying on the Steet 

My photostream on Photobucket 

Best love video ever! 

Stroke Warning Signs. Have a look, please. Face droop on one side? 

Shadow Rat: 

Years ago on one of my infamous "Expage" online accounts, I tried to fool the scientific world by inventing a rat and naming it for my frequently evil ex-girlfriend. I told her about this but she didn't see the humor in it. The rat had her every characteristic down to the bone. I called it the Piernann Rat (remove the extra "n" and you've got it. Also see: "Montecito Cheese Rat" That is my rat too but it has own blog and pic on Google Images. It is the fav pet of the billionaire set in Montecito, Ca which is basically a rich area next to Santa Barbara, CA. Going now to Google the "P" rat to see if there is any lingering trace. Muhahahahaha

Story of The Exalted one

Located in Sacramento, CA near The Kitchen Restaurant

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The Farrell Hamann Show: Brain Cleaner 2.0


List of Koch brother's products to boycott (The Benzine Killers)

Save energy, money, and do good for the planet and cut down that noisy Refrigerator from running all the time. Clean those coils. Get a brush like this and share it with a trusted neighbor. A PSA of Farrell Hamann Fine Art/Media Productions. 

Doing anything creative does help you sort out the supportive, indifferent, non-supportive, clued in, clueless and the just plain chickenshit. That's good to know to the extent is is actually possible to know considering that you or I may have defeat inculcated in our brain even before we get started.
In one sense, defeat is taught at Martin Luther King Elementary School and not at Country Day, at least that is the purpose and expectation. The elite, yearn for this to be always the case but, sadly for them, it is not. No. The elite is defeated by the fact that the oppressor must rationalize in some way just to justify their existence while the road ahead for the oppressed is clear thinking.

Using school kids as an example, the rich kid is as creatively hamstrung as the poor kid but a trip wire is build into his or her brain. Even if the rich kids does really well, there will always be that doubt that their skids were greased by advantage rather then work and talent, robbing that kid of the satisfaction of accomplishment. Sad

Americans (in general) really do not like art because it has become a can of worms, with baggage.. games and mannerisms required. Will it become a tool hanging on your wall that some jerk will use to insult you and beat you on the head? (depends who you bring around) Yes it will if you flip up enough rocks or appear vulnerable. That is art in America. Even if the piece is not your own personal effort, there is always that creep out there who will use it to illustrated your lack of taste and sophistication. (like the person who crosses their arms while you have something to say, as if their approval or lack of really meant something).

I usually tell writers that if your writing teacher tells you year after year that you are not "ready" get the Hell out of that class, you're ready. Also, you're not a "primitive" or "art brute" simply because you didn't attend a 9 year graduate art program or study with some dude in Italy. If you fall for that, they have you and you are "owned."

Resistance is not futile

 # Verkragter in Suid-Afrika gekom het om die aandag van kragtige toordokters wat baie kwaad is!# Pasop!


" I have been attacked by Rush Limbaugh on the air, an experience somewhat akin to being gummed by a newt. It doesn't actually hurt, but it leaves you with slimy stuff on your ankle." The Late Molly Ivins #Texas

 I want to know why Karl Rove, Newt Gingrich, Rush Limbaugh all look like grubs! Why? Some weird kind of genotype of people who would sell out their country for a penny-farthing? The all remind me a bit of the creeps at the library or coffee shops that stare at my wife when I'm not around. Do they all have a special handshake or password when they meet out in public and pass coded info. among themselves?

Far as I can tell, they are only good at ducking out of useful work and eating other people's chickens.

All remind me of when I lived in Santa Barbara and wanted something from Nancy Reagan's top aid. He was eating lunch at the hotel where her office was. I wanted something and he said no. I had been invited over there on art related business so I was not pleased. Guy was gobbling fried chicken up like he hadn't eaten a meal in weeks! With nothing to lose, I pointed out that maybe eating like that, he was going to kill himself and all his staff laughed. Then he said, "OK" and I got my way. Very curious and he had that same look!

#Love #sculpture by artist/writer Farrell Hamann

Maze by Farrell Hamann. Start @ one end, head for the other side.
Do not mark up the screen on your computer

Seagull craps on Limbaugh's most expensive cigar

Guy possibly peeing on the late Senator Joe McCarthy's grave. Heh Heh!

Wedding Dad

Above: Anti gay right wing GOP homo bashers who turn out to be gay. Eye opening. These guys are repressed and crazy and make life miserable for others. I put Karl Rove among them (just a guess). 

http://740parkave.blogspot.com/  (where David Koch lives)
Not enough to label #GMO foods, we must ban them!

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• Paris, France
  Years ago, I inadvertently drove my Velo-Solex through a demonstration in Paris and got stopped by a big shot cop. I think he could tell that I'm a lefty. I basically refused to get off the moped because I hadn't actually committed any crime. What happen though was that, in my nervous energy, I got mud all over his fancy uniform with the front tire of the moped.
  
  He looked at the mud on his pants and ordered me to get in the Police van. I still refused and played dumb. His translator came over and told me that I had to get in the truck. Being sneaky by nature, I showed her my international driver's license and my Detroit driver's license and said that my dad was a Vice President at General Motors and would send 6 high powered lawyers and the shit would hit the fan. Also I kiss ed the big shot's ass and told the translator how sorry I was but the dry cleaning bill would be nothing to a guy like him. They let me go! 
  
  

  

   Brainy
  
  Walmart's Spooky Greeters  
  
  

  

   Mia the Pug Dog
  
  
  

  

  

  Bozo
  

  

  The old rancher
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