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From the Mr. BTaRchives

6 May

May 6, 2014

This blog has been on WordPress since 2009. It has been around a lot longer than that, but you had to be on MySpace to see it, and we all know what happened with that site. So when everyone upped and moved out of MySpace one day, leaving me all alone (“Hey, where’d everyone go? Huh? What’s a “Facebook”?) I moved most of my old posts over to WordPress and continued on.

But while the posts were the same, the look was not. Although I didn’t keep any screencaps, I found a lot of old images of the blog on the Internet Archives site. Here is a smattering of the old looks of Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride.


Here we are, back in November of 2009, and I love the white text on a black background. However, I got a few complaints that it was hard to read so that didn’t last long. There are a few things worth mentioning here. First, the header. I took that picture myself in Coney Island. Since then, Astroland has been sold and the rocket has gone with it. If you go there today the burger boy is still there, but the rocket is long gone. The header also features one of my old taglines, “It is what it is.” We’ll see some more tags later on. That page also features my old bio, before the current one written by Mac of BIOnighT.


This is from February 2010. The black background is gone and you can see a little more of the Coney Island header. (There is much more to that image, still unseen.) I liked this theme because it leaves the header image clean. The sidebar has one of my favorite “raves,” from Jim at relicradio.com.


This is April 2010 and we’ve gone to a more modern header. In fact, I’m currently using a variation of that header right now. Do you see the grammatical error in this one? It isn’t really an error. At the time this was made, the software didn’t support apostrophes. I figured it looked good and no one would notice. The tag has also changed, to “some guy’s idea of fun,” which I still think sums this blog up.


June 2010 and we’re starting to look familiar. I changed to the current theme, but I’m using one of the generic WordPress color schemes. The tag has changed once more, to “Based on the novel “Mr. Blog” by Sapphire,” which is making me chuckle as I type but may be too dated to reuse.


August of 2010 brought a new tag (“A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist. Wait- that’s Knight Rider.”) as well as a new “rave,” from the multi-talented JRD Skinner of flashpulp.com. He picked right up on my Superman obsession. There is also a “contact me!” link, which today can be found at the bottom of the “About me” page. I have to warn you, though- now, as then, I never check that email. All I ever get is spam about people wanting me to run their ads.


January of 2011 and I’ve changed to the green color scheme, which won’t last long. The tag has also changed to something close to my current tag. The header image is the first of a few city scenes and highway signs I’ve used over the years. This version of the blog added a few new pages, including the Scrappers page which is mercifully long gone. I added the Invisible Man founder image, and it popped up once or twice more over the years. I also wasted a lot of space with more “raves,” none of which appear on the blog anymore due to, quite honestly, my embarrassment. This particular Conway Twitty post still gets a ton of hits and the occasional angry comment.


In April 2011 I added the custom background which looks a lot better now than it does here. It still isn’t quite finished yet, but this is close to the way the blog currently looks. The founder is gone, replaced by my teaser (and I still love that ad) for the return of Mr. Know-It-All.


Here we are. I added the sidebars, and there’s my Conrad Bain plaque. (Why? Why not?) You can also see an early version of the long running city header, which ran for longer than any other image.

There have been some other changes along the way, including a ton of American Chopper headers, and the Tepid Zombie header, which I still dust off when appropriate.


By the way, here’s the full Coney Island rocket header:


The graffiti on the windows is my addition, but the rest of the building looks the same if you go there today, except for the rocket.

The blog hasn’t changed much in the last three years. The tag changed yet again, and there are some other small alterations. The site is due for another change, but no matter what, I promise not to go back to the white letters on black background.

March Madness 2: Electric Boogaloo!

11 Mar

March 11, 2014


We have two of the final four set so far, in what has been an utterly exhausting marathon of Youtube viewing. I’ve done this because I’m dedicated, because I’m driven….but mostly because I’m bored. I had planned to weigh in on both the hipster beard transplant and monocle stories before Mr. B did, but I couldn’t get past typing “die die die die die die die” on my keyboard before needing to bite down on a stick due to a rage seizure.

Speaking of seizure! These next bracket busters will give you just that because we have some of the most awful entries in this tourney right here. As the great poet Randy M.M. Savage once stated “Snap into a Slim Jim!”  You know what I mean!

Bracket 4

Family Matters (“The Gun”) 

vs. Fresh Prince of Bel Air (“Just Say Yo”) 

OH DAMN! THIS IS GONNA BE SETTLED BY A YOU-GOT-SERVED STYLE DANCE OFF! So let me give the synopsis behind this EPIC feud:  On Family Matters, the daughter narrowly misses getting beat down by a gang and decides to buy a gun to defend herself. Why she didn’t ask her daddy for help I’ll never know. The fat bastid did a great job of snuffing that terrorist in Die Hard.   Oh yes, Urkel raps about gun control, in a clip that the NRA should be using to make guns seem even more cooler than they are.

On the other side, Will is taking uppers for some reason, presumably to prove that he has more street cred than Jazzy Jeff. Anyway, he accidentally gives Carlton uppers with hospitalization hilarity ensuing.




And the winner………….strangely enough, FONZIE! 

The Undercard:  Diff’rent Strokes (“The Hitchhikers”)

vs Mr. Belvedere (“The Counselor”)

FINALLY. Kimberly is all grown up an HAWT. Hotter than Jean Stapleton that’s for sure. Anyway, this is probably the hottest of all Diff’rent strokes episodes. Cruel tease Kimberly hitches a ride with the wrong man, and we finally get the promise of some hot Dana Plato action before her inevitable death. She’s held captive in a lucky gentleman’s home and he’s aiming to get him some, until lousy rat Arnold escapes and leads the police to the crib, spoiling all the fun for him (and for us) I’m sorry but I can’t imagine any boy over the age of 12 watching this episode and not hoping to see some “Diff’rent strokes” – if you get my drift heh heh. But it aired on CBS, not Cinemax so we were out of luck. On a side note…..what the eff is it with the Drummond kids? They’re always getting kidnapped or whatnot. What’s the point of money if it doesn’t insulate you from the riff-raff?? Then again, the Drummonds seem to like the riff-raff – he married that had Dixie Carter didn’t he?

 As for Mr. Belvedere, first of all let me pat myself on the back for my tag line “Ensign Wesley Toucher” bwah hahahahaha….. Anyway, we also get the promise of some HOT action when cruel tease Wesley is rubbed provocatively by a camp counselor. But Wesley is confused. What to do? If he squeals he may be an outcast! The lousy rat eventually spills the beans, ruining all the fun.  When asked how he was doing after his ordeal, Wesley had the classic line “Well, I got molested. But other than that, pretty good!”


Now watch the excruciating promo for this episode:

Am I the only one left with the impression that both Bob Ueker and Christopher Hewitt are going to double-team beatdown the molestor after the fade to black???  

 I gotta tell you…..these were some sexy episodes. And while both will go into the old spank bank (Yes, I have some issues and yes I’m going to hell) like the Highlander, there can only be one:

Winner……. Mr. Belvedere!


FONZIE vs Mr. Belvedere.

No contest. Not at all.

BRACKET WINNER:  FONZIE  (?!??!?!?!)…………..um….. ok.



BONUS: FAMILY MATTERS RAW! I never knew this existed, and I’m fluent in racist. This one actually shocked even me: 


Next time:  “Edna’s Edibles” Bracket to round out the final four!!!



March Madness Continues!

8 Mar

March 8, 2014



The tourney is in full swing! March Madness is running wilder than Hulkamania ever did! And we’ve got 3 more brackets of this tripe to get through! LUCKY YOU! So without further ado (ha ha….”doo”) let’s get to the action in the “Hey Meathead, Get Outta My Chair” Bracket!

    Bracket 2                   

All in the Family (“Edith’s 50th Birthday”)

vs. Diff’rent Strokes (“Sam’s Missing”)


All in the Family was always a very topical, very thoughtful show. So you gotta believe it took a lot to rise to the level of “very special episode” – and boy did it!  In the midst of birthday prep, a creep enters the Bunker house (no, it wasn’t Meathead) and decides Edith is just so irresistible that he’ gotta HIT DAT THANG. No, seriously. This episode has some of the most strained, awkward laughs in sitcom history (aside from the “Except for AIDS, I’m ok” debacle from Mr. Belvedere) because the audience just didn’t know how to react. On one hand, a beloved screen character was in jeopardy of being raped. On the other hand….it’s kind of ludicrous that this guy gets to packing a rod at the sight of Jean Stapelton. Oh well. Diff’rent strokes for different folks I guess (see what I did there!) Edith undergoes 15 minutes of pre-rape menacing until she manages to escape by throwing a burning cake in the guys face and running away faster than George Jefferson chasing J.C. Whittendale. There’s a whole lot of Edith being traumatized in the rest of the episode and her slapping Gloria (who was also attacked once….man, those Bunker women were THE HAWTNESS. What did Arch need with Boom-Boom Turner anyway?) [Mr. BTR says: Dude! Gloria is his daughter!]

On the other side…..oofah. Lil Sam Drummond (Danny Cooksey, who came very close to making me jump through the screen if he said “Myth-Ster D!” one more time) meets a strange gentleman in the supermarket. This fine upstanding fella wants Danny to come home with him because he reminds him of his recently deceased son, who was obviously another red-headed annoying waif. Bringing Sammy around would be ever the tonic for his wife and son, were still pretty bummed about the whole thing. Sam, being the soft hearted dope that he is, agreed to stop on by for a spell to cheer the family up. Well, the spot of tea turned into a hellish two weeks where Sam was held prisoner in the psycho house. Bullied by an older “brother”, enduring a xanaxed-out mother, and the father who promised to kill Myth-Ster D and his loud mouth harridan of a mother (the god-awful Dixie Carter) if he tried to escape. Why didn’t he threaten Pearl the maid while he was at it?  After two weeks, Myth-Ster D finally wakes up from his afternoon nap and notices the little brat isn’t around, and proceeds look for him, going so far as to go live TV to threaten to unleash the Gooch like his personal Luca Brazzi if Sam was harmed.  This last part may or may not be true depending on how much beer I drank watching this one. Soon enough, ‘lil Sam is rescued from the Bicycle Man crazy house.

Quite the matchup here. On one hand, we get Edith in a highly compromising situation – grawwwl! On the other hand, I got to see Danny Cooksey terrorized to the point of pants wetting for 30 minutes, only to have it spoiled by a “happy” ending. DAMN IT!



The Undercard:  The Brady Bunch (“Mail Order Hero”)

vs. Punky Brewster (“Cherie Lifesaver”)

Fun fact! At the time this episode of the Brady Bunch was shot, the Jets were still regarded as a legitimate NFL franchise, as opposed to the sad joke it would soon become (and stay) This episode didn’t help it any (neither did Rex Ryan, but that’s another rant)

Anyway, Bobby wants to meet Joe Willie REALLLY bad, but he’s just some dopey kid. So he does what we’ve all done at one point or another to get the attention of that sports or movie star- feign dying. Who can blame him? Those little SOBs with Make-a-Wish get to do all the cool stuff don’t they? Anyway, Bobby’s lie is exposed when he stubbornly doesn’t die, leading Joe Namath to feel like a bigger dope than when he wore that real FEY fur coat on the sidelines. This episode’s main claim to fame is the censored scene where Mr. Brady gets angry about the ruse and cold-cocks Bobby.  (Uh-oh. Given Robert Reeds’ …..um….”proclivities” maybe saying he “cold cocked” a kid isn’t the most tactful wording)

On the Punky Brewster side, her dumb friend plays in a discarded fridge and almost dies. *YAWN* When she was revived and asked how she was doing, her first words were “I almost died. But other than that, pretty good!”


Yeah, I’m gonna ride this horse till he’s pretty well dead


This matchup is too close to call, mainly because of the high level of sucktitude of both shows. So let’s settle this by seeing how the shows have aged:


 Holy crap, no contest!

WINNER…………………………………….THE BRADY BUNCH!  I’m sorry but look at that coat.  A species went extinct for Joe to wear that. I understand that coat was rejected as being too hot for Planet Hoth. On the other side, what’s Punky now, some hot girl? *YAWN* Joe Willie IS A GOD.

BRACKET CHAMPIONSHIP:   All in the Family vs The Brady Bunch

What makes All in the Family episode fun for me (well, as fun as a rape-themed episode can be anyway) is that the guy playing the rapist is kind of a minor celebrity because of it. E! True Hollywood Story featured an interview with the actor/rapist, who revealed that people would yell at him and swat him with purses as he walked on the street after that episode aired. Wow, humans are dumb.

As for the Brady Bunch…..well, there’s not much to say was there? The only way they could’ve won was if the pity vote to give the Jets any kind of victory in any kind of arena at all would’ve been a little stronger. It wasn’t. 

BRACKET CHAMP:  ALL IN THE FAMILY!!!!!! And trust me – I showed restraint here. Do you have any idea just how many “Stretch Cunningham” jokes I was sitting on???  YES I’M GOING TO HELL.


NEXT: “Juuuust a Bit Outside Bracket”


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