We have been here before, at Cloyne. I first visited in August.
In December I made a second visit to Cloyne Court and visited the second and third floors. I have shown you some first-floor Cloyne Court doors. There were so many great doors on the second and third floors that I have culled from the murals for this doors-only separate post.
I recognize the cultural allusions to a few, most obviously to Jeff Bridges in the Big Lebowski (1998). And I recognize:
Bitch I’m Flawless is a popular comeback on internet forums such as 4chan.
It is usually expressed in the form of an image macro in response to antagonistic posts such as U Mad?
Hendrix. Of course.
Jumanji is a 1995 American movie adapted from the 1981 children’s book of the same name by Chris Van Allsburg. Thanks Jay F. for steering me on this one.
The story centers on young Alan Parrish, who becomes trapped in a board game while playing with his best friend Sarah Whittle in 1969. Twenty-six years later in 1995, siblings Judy and Peter Shepherd find the game, begin playing and then unwittingly release the now-adult Alan. After tracking down Sarah, the quartet resolve to finish the game in order to reverse all of the destruction it has caused.
Beginning in the mid-1970s, Kool-Aid Man was introduced as a walking/talking 6-foot-tall pitcher of cherry Kool-Aid, Children, parched from playing, or other various activities, would typically exchange a few words referring to their thirst, then put a hand to the side of their mouths and call forth their “friend” by shouting “Hey, Kool-Aid!”, whereupon, the Kool-Aid Man would make his grand entrance, breaking through walls, fences, ceilings or other furnishings, uttering the famous words “Oh yeah!”, then pour the dehydrated youngsters a glass of Kool-Aid from his own supply.
I used the Kool-Aid Man on some union buttons in 2010. The allusion didn’t work all that well with the target audience. I am still proud of them and I think that there might be a place for them somewhere in the HPL future.
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are four fictional anthromoporpic turtles named after Renaissance Italian artists. An anthropomorphic rat sense has trained them in the art of ninjutsu. From their home in sewers of New York City, they battle petty criminals, evil overlords, mutated creatures, and alien invaders while attempting to remain hidden from society.
I missed this allusion – it’s to Lost, the television series that ran from 2004-2010.
That’s it for my cultural IQ though. I am sure that readers will help me with some of these, which I don’t recognize:
I showed the photos to my friend. He said, “I have two recurring dreams about doors. One good one not. In the good one I walk through the door and Emily whenever I may find her walks to me and says ‘I know you.’ In the not-good one she – and yeah I mean Emily whenever I may find her – is knocking on my door and I don’t hear the knocking. It’s worse than the one where it’s time for the final exam in college and you didn’t do any of the reading and can’t remember what time the class is or where. It’s mostly the good dream these days – the what I dream I had dream.”
He then pulled out an old dream book. He was determined to make some money off the door dreams.
Before going down that rabbit hole, I wondered if he’d comment on the post.