Showing posts with label Julie Newmar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Julie Newmar. Show all posts

Monday, May 3, 2010

Streator Revisited

After seeing the comments by Bob and Charles, I got to thinking about Streator. And the time we were on the Illinois River on a houseboat when there was a tornado warning. Streator was the cheap-o meeting place fore the family, about 80 miles southwest of here. There is a lot of 8mm (transferred to DVD) of the place, my Auntie Irene's house on Hall Street and the big sign that read Bill's Body Shop. My Uncle Bill Pond rolled his own Arrow cigarettes and died in 1978, and he fixed up cars, particularly stock cars. Glass Container capital of the world, there was a billboard, and again I wish there were photos. That big house on the bottom? Its on Wikipedia and belonged to a guy named Silas, but I couldn't tell you where the house is. As you can imagine, I was pretty much on my own, the men playing poker, the women chain-smoking on the porch. I'd either ride a beat up purple bike or simply walk up to Main Street, maybe as far as I walk from the bus stop to home now. The church in the first photo is on Shabonna Street, so that's the start of Main, which where all the businesses are, so I don't know why that photo was used on Wiki. There used to be a Jupiter store (like a five and dime) about midway up, and just off camera would be the Bookshelf, where I bought TONS of comics and  magazines. I was looking at Playboys when I was 15. There were odd skin magazines for bikers, and one was called Floppers. You might not believe that, but you would if you saw that the town's main restaurant was called Oogie's. Yep.

Anyways. Not much to the tornado adventure. Summer of 1967. We were on Uncle Bill's houseboat and the guys were fishing when I siren went off. We were told to stay on the river, and there were quite a few boats out there. There were a lot of trees lining the shore, and you could not see the funnel, but I'll never forget the quiet or the color of the sky, the same thing everybody everywhere says. We stayed on the river overnight, my goofy uncles, me and my younger cousin. And guess what? I had my kinda sorta first adult-like dream. Julie Newmar as Catwoman, who else? I was helping her escape from Batman, we went into a cavern (similar to where we were in real life, the bluffs and all), but for some reason Catwoman couldn't fit and had to take her costume off. I remember her ass (this was years before I'd laid eyes on Floppers), because my uncles had a stack of stag films. I woke up, we went back. That's my story.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

A Happy Coincidence






I found a pleasant surprise awaiting me and my big bowl of vanilla ice cream in the wee hours of last night. Just hours after my post on Batman and Robin Bondage, I turn on the SciFi Channel and see Catwoman. But, no, its Julie Newmar in white ears in an episode of THE TWILIGHT ZONE, playing Miss Devlin in an episode called "Of Late I Think of Cliffordville." Some fat guy makes a deal with the female devil to go back in time and the only problem I see in the script is that there was no oil to be found in Indiana in the 1930s, two things the episode centers around. It got me thinking, though, how this episode, with the pointy ears, might have gotten Newmar to be the first choice as Catwoman. (I will always have a fondness for Julie Newmar, because she was the subject of my first R-rated dream as a child of seven or eight). Well, jumping from my private recollections to Batman's fetishes, I present the following, as you can see above. Adam West saw no interest in Newmar's costumed ass because he was keeping in character with the Batman of the comics, who we all know loved getting dry humped by a goat while the Joker filmed it on 8mm...