 Pulp Intl. visits Paris as it springs into summer. 
We're going to Paris for a bit. The trip is not due to our initiative. The Pulp Intl. girlfriends plan to intersect with friends passing through there, and we're going along partly to keep them company and partly to buy magazines and books. When the girls go to meet pals we generally stay home and take the opportunity to eat popcorn, hit the bars until sunrise, and churn out website material at an increased rate, but not when Paris is involved. As buying opportunities go, that's a city you can't pass up. So the website will be idle for a few days. Five or six, depending.
Second topic, you remember a technical glitch threw us offline a while back. Every time that happens we lose some functionality or other, and this time it was the ability to navigate to earlier pages using keywords or section headers. Savvy internet users know that it's possible to paste “?next=10” onto the end of the url and navigate backwards by changing the number—i.e. “?next=20,” “?next=30,” etc. So that's an option for those that want to bother.
But it's also a pain, and we know that. We will fix the navigation problem, hopefully soon. But of course, that will be a case of slapping duct tape on the most rickety old website left online. So, as we've been promising for years, a Pulp Intl. 2.0 is coming. It's 95% built, we swear. Whether that final 5% will take a week, a month, or years is not known at this point. We'll get there eventually. But right now we want to get to Paris. We'll be back soon.
 One decade down, another to go. 
So today is Pulp Intl.'s anniversary, and a special one, as we've now been around ten full years. Yeah, it's crazy. When we began there were numerous blogs and websites that we admired and drew inspiration from, and all of them are gone or permanently idle now. A few new ones have popped up and we can only hope they last. Pulp Intl. came about because we had moved out of the U.S. and wanted something to eat up the idle hours we'd benefitted. Mostly we partied those hours away, but there were still a few left and Pulp duly sprang forth. We figured maybe ten or twenty people might drop by per week. Last we checked that number had reached more than 7,000 individual visitors per day, and in the summer it has been as many as 14,000. Per day. It's just shocking. So we definitely want to thank every one of you for dropping by, and particularly those who visit time and again, with a special shout to those who write in with corrections and ideas.
We've scanned and uploaded thousands of original images, and seen them reposted tens of thousands of times on Tumblr, Twitter, and various other platforms. We have more to come. We shot photos of some items we have laying around the flat, just to give you an idea. It's not a complete accounting. We have things we're too lazy to pull out of storage right now. In all, scanning and sharing this stuff should take ten more years. Of course, as some wit once pointed out, plans and life are two different things—often diametrically opposed. Anything could happen, up to and including losing everything in a fire or the Pulp Intl. girlfriends—who are real people, by the way, not some concept we came up with—finally getting fed up and threatening to leave or kill us if we don't shut down the website. But they'd never do that because they're the best. Heh heh. Anyway, thank you everyone for these ten years. It's been incredibly fun for us and we hope you've gotten a few laughs out of it, learned a few things, and had a love of vintage media instilled or just reaffirmed. And now—future here we come...    
 The projectionist has stepped out. 
Yes, another intermission has arrived. We're off on a major trip this time, all the way to the U. S. of A. We'll try to take special advantage of pulp hunting opportunities, not only because the States are the birthplace of pulp, but also because we don't expect to ever be back there. You never know, but we've seen forty-seven states and logged tens of thousands of U.S. miles. We've been to Chicago eight times, Dallas five times, and Enid, Oklahoma twice. We feel we've done the country enough to last us. However it all shakes out, we'll load up as much material as we can during this opportunity, and of course the international mails and various pulp mules—aka visiting friends—will keep us well stocked. Take a look around Pulp Intl. We'll be back in a week.
 It's break time for Pulp Intl. And for a couple of other people too. 
Our girlfriends are restless again and you know what that means—it's break time. So the website goes on standby while we head to an island for five or six days. We'll see if we can find some pulp items, but we think it's unlikely. The backend site redesign we mentioned is ongoing, and we'll finish it after we return. By now we don't have to tell you of the many thousands of interesting posts in here, so have a look around while we're gone, and we'll see you soon.
 It's the code that makes the site and we're swapping ours out. 
If you've visited some of the older posts in Pulp Intl. recently you may have noticed that our headers on those old pieces, as well as on the history text in the sidebar, have partially or completely vanished. This only happens to Chrome users, and the reason is that Chrome has made some technical change that's knocking out the art files we use to create those headers. Pulp Intl. is pretty old now in digital terms, and the code we used to build the site is basically obsolete. That's why over the years bugs have cropped up, such as the Reader Pulp feature failing to work, and the e-mail page becoming non-functional. Each time a minor bug appears we fix it, but we always set aside repairing the major stuff until a more convenient time—which never arrives. Now though, losing the post headers means we have no choice but to do a total backend revamp. It will take some weeks, and we ask for your patience as we get it completed. In the meantime all the new posts (we're taking tomorrow off but we'll be back with new stuff Thursday) should behave normally.
 Fireworks festival offers perfect opportunity for a little break. 
We have three friends who have flown over from the U.S. to visit during our local fireworks festival and we're going to devote all our time to them for the next few days. After the money they paid to get here they deserve no less than 100% availability from us, especially since they're also our pulp mules, so it's time for another intermission. Here's something you probably don't know unless you have friends or relatives overseas: it costs more for round trip tickets out of than into the U.S. Why? We have a theory we won't bother to share, but just know that generally it costs us 70% of the price to fly to the U.S. as it costs our friends to come here. Actually, having spent time in a number of countries, we can tell you that Americans get gouged for a lot of things that are cheaper elsewhere in the world, yet of the exact same quality—cough! cough! healthcare! Airline tickets are just another of those many rip-offs. But we'll spend the next week trying to make our friends forget that, and the time will be punctuated by spectacular nightly pyrotechnics, which should help. Below you see a collection of links to some posts deep inside Pulp Intl. you might not normally find without a little nudge. Enjoy. Back online in a few days. You clicks the links you takes your chances:
 Pulp Intl. does a little island time. 
The above image shows a Japanese intermission card, which we're posting because we've found a small window for a quick vacation. We're headed to a nearby island for a few days. No pulp to be had there, we're fairly sure, so it'll be pure relaxation with the girlfriends, and a projected return Wednesday with heads refreshed and new material ready to share. We have a lot of stuff in this website—actually three thousand six-hundred entries over more than eight years. Yeah. Even we can't believe it. If that doesn't make us the most extensive vintage art website on the internet we'd be very surprised. Have a look around. You'll like it. For longtime visitors, we're just on the verge of getting our shit together and fixing some pieces of the site that have bugged out over the years, such as the reader pulp feature, the e-mail link, and more. We'll get it done. Promise.
 Your intermission, should you choose to accept it. 
It had to happen. The wide world calls like it does every summer, so we're off to see new things, meet new people, and hopefully collect new oddities. We'll be back online in one week, if all goes to plan. Please enjoy the site in our absence. New visitors, welcome to one of the best nooks on the internet for old tabloids, Japanese posters, obscure vintage movies, and random amusing tidbits. Here's a link for tabloids. Here's one for Japanese posters. Here's an obscure vintage movie. And here's something random and amusing. There are 3,523 posts in Pulp Intl.—i.e. ample opportunities to waste time and have fun while doing it. Have a look around at some of our tasty rarities and we'll be back in a flash, recharged and hungover.
 Blood feud erupts over internet installation, leaving Pulp Intl. looking at a blackout. 
We've had a nice long run with no interruptions on Pulp Intl. Our last intermission came when we went to Mallorca last July. This time we're going nowhere except a few blocks to a new flat, but therein lies the problem. On the ground floor under the flat is a shoe store. The internet hub is in that store. When the internet guy came over last week to hook us up, he went into the store and discovered the connection box was behind a big freakin' armoire. The worker in the store at first refused to move it. We sent one of the Pulp Intl. girlfriends to deal with him and the worker took a gander at her and changed his tune, saying he would in fact shift the display case with the internet guy's help. But it was too late for that level of cooperation—he and the internet guy blew up at each other, harsh words ensued, a window got broken, and everyone stormed off. Hey, what can we say? Little annoyances like this are more than counteracted by the general freedom and fun we have here, and the mellow, low-stress lifestyle that leaves us time for an endeavor like Pulp. Also, the town where we live is beautiful, and the flat we're moving to is a true classic—like out of a movie, exactly the type of old place a typical American would fall in love with but which a local would avoid because the floors aren't new and the windows aren't double-paned glass. It makes for comical moments as our local friends cast suspicious gazes at the wood shutters and twelve-foot ceilings, then tell us unimpressed it's like where their grandmother used to live. This cultural chasm is perhaps best illustrated by the demon-headed desk we found a while back that absolutely nobody here wanted a thing to do with, but which we restored into a treasure. See what we mean? Nobody could see the potential in that thing, but everyone loved it after we fixed it up. Pulp's new headquarters is the apartment version of the demon desk. The place will be sweet. In any case, Pulp Intl. shall return as soon as possible, hopefully within four or five days. If for some reason the shoe store guy and the internet guy take longer to get their shit patched up, we'll head to an internet cafe, or some willing friend's domicile, and dig up pieces from deep inside the website to reuse and post. In the meantime perhaps enjoy some random vintage wonders, such as at this page, this one, this one, this one, and this one. Moving forward into 2016 we have many copies of Adam we still plan to share, at least forty tabloids we haven't gotten to, and more than 2,000 Japanese posters, so keep us in your bookmarks, and thanks for your visits. Back soon.
 You have to take the opportunity when it arises. 
We’re having a little break from the website to enjoy some travels. We hadn’t planned to go anywhere this summer, but this is our window because, after years of nagging our Stateside friends to visit us, several are coming in the next few months. It’s either take a break now or wait until after October—and traveling then involves-less-than stellar weather in much of the world. So, Mallorca here we come. Back in a week.
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The headlines that mattered yesteryear.
1939—Batman Debuts
In Detective Comics #27, DC Comics publishes its second major superhero, Batman, who becomes one of the most popular comic book characters of all time, and then a popular camp television series starring Adam West, and lastly a multi-million dollar movie franchise starring Michael Keaton, then George Clooney, and finally Christian Bale. 1953—Crick and Watson Publish DNA Results
British scientists James D Watson and Francis Crick publish an article detailing their discovery of the existence and structure of deoxyribonucleic acid, or DNA, in Nature magazine. Their findings answer one of the oldest and most fundamental questions of biology, that of how living things reproduce themselves. 1967—First Space Program Casualty Occurs
Soviet cosmonaut Vladimir Komarov dies in Soyuz 1 when, during re-entry into Earth's atmosphere after more than ten successful orbits, the capsule's main parachute fails to deploy properly, and the backup chute becomes entangled in the first. The capsule's descent is slowed, but it still hits the ground at about 90 mph, at which point it bursts into flames. Komarov is the first human to die during a space mission. 1986—Otto Preminger Dies
Austro–Hungarian film director Otto Preminger, who directed such eternal classics as Laura, Anatomy of a Murder, Carmen Jones, The Man with the Golden Arm, and Stalag 17, and for his efforts earned a star on Hollywood's Walk of Fame, dies in New York City, aged 80, from cancer and Alzheimer's disease. 1998—James Earl Ray Dies
The convicted assassin of American civil rights leader Martin Luther King, Jr., petty criminal James Earl Ray, dies in prison of hepatitis aged 70, protesting his innocence as he had for decades. Members of the King family who supported Ray's fight to clear his name believed the U.S. Government had been involved in Dr. King's killing, but with Ray's death such questions became moot.
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