If you're asking yourself, "Hey is something mildly different here on the Film Blob" then pat yourself on the back, because YOU ARE RIGHT!
It was only a matter of time until someone out there "find[s] no humor in this blog" and, as such, wanted their images removed (as is their right). So some photos have been removed and others altered and I think I saw some feral children make off with a few more. You gots to watch out for them wolf-children, folks! They'll make off with your pocket-watch if you aren't careful! No joke! I was on a Katy train several years ago and a whole pack of 'em just rose up from the plains and swarmed the ol' steam engine. There was no Law in those parts back in those days, so we had to call on good ol' Mike Mulligan. He brought his steam shovel and got us out of there in no time.
Between his shovel and our engine, there sure was a lot of steam back then. What gives? Those darn wolf-kids still made off with my pocket-watch though. Now I walk around and people ask me... like just the other day, someone says to me, they says, "Mabel-" and I'm all, "Just a cotton-pickin' minute! MY name ain't Mabel, pal. And if'n I hear you call me that again, I'll feed you a knuckle sandwich through a catheter!"
Sure, it doesn't scare you now, but at the time it seemed to scare them. Or bewilder them, I don't know.
Long story short, have a swell day and be of good humor - unless, of course, you find no humor in things, in which case perhaps you'd like this blob:
And viddy films I would. Where I was taken to, brothers, was like no cine I'd been in before. I was bound up in a straight-jacket and my gulliver was strapped to a headrest with like wires running away from it. Then they clamped like lidlocks on my eyes so I could not shut them no matter how hard I tried. It seemed a bit crazy to me, but I let them get on with what they wanted to get on with.
Now all the time I was watching this, I was beginning to get very aware of like not feeling all that well, but I tried to forget this. Then, I began to feel really sick, but I could not shut me glazzies! And even if I tried to move my glazballs about, I still could not get out of the line of fire of this picture!