1. Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon squee. Whoo!
Dragnet's Frank Smith, from a comic by cybertardis.
Really awful icon I made of Questor (Robert Foxworth) and Jerry Robinson (Mike Farrell) from the old Gene Roddenberry pilot, The Questor Tapes, from back in the "My Fandom..." icon days. As near as I can tell, that actually is poor old Robert Foxworth in the gimp suit. He gets a face and stuff in the next act. By "and stuff," I mean...well, Mr Roddenberry, true to form, felt it necessary to inform us in no uncertain terms that Questor is All Boy. Thanks, Unka Gene! Thanks so much!
The box art for Clancy the Great, a toy chimp I received when I was 3 or so. He still lives in my garage. He's about two and a half feet tall, if you count the roller skates. He skated, took off his hat, and put it back on again if you put a penny in it. He was insanely complicated, requiring several dozen D-cell batteries in his foot to make him operate. Since I was 3, and Mom was Mom, it always took an hour of prep for a minute or so of actual monkey function. But he was still awesome.
Ted is my imaginary kitten, a relic of the MESPT (visit MESPT.com if you're unfamiliar). He's actually an All Night Media stamp combined with a TED stamp I hand-carved. He's hardly evil at all.
snacky made that for me! It's from 1990s SNL skit, in which Tom Hanks plays the president of The Guy Who Played Mr Belvedere Fan Club:
Mr. Chairman: The Nays have it. [The Guy Who Played Mr Belvedere] lives. But the vote shouldn't have been that close. Which brings me to an area I think we need to discuss. Now, I got a letter from Mr. Belvedere's publicist. It seems somebody has been killing his housepets again. Now, I'm not gonna ask which one of you is doing it, but I do think we need to do our exercises.
Comic: What exercise?
Phil: The exercise that helps keep the line between reality and fantasy a little less blurry. You'll see.
Mr. Chairman: Okay, who wants to start?
Cheryl: Okay. I should want to shake hands with Mr. Belvedere, I shouldn't want to grab a lock of his hair.
Mr. Chairman: That's good, Cheryl. And, even though it would be really neat to have a lock of his hair, we know that's not right. Someone else?
Mike: Yeah. Okay. I should want to send him a fan letter telling him how good he was in the episode where he teaches everyone how to cook, but I shouldn't want to type the letter on a death certificate.
This is pretty much the closest SNL got to comedy in the 90s.