The lasses of Fusspot Farm were squirming with delight and gigglefits this morning.
There was also some very bad dancing...
... yeah, like that.
Why?
Just watch...
To which I must say...
Hello, Precious! We'll be seeing you on Sunday, Baby Face.
Once again proving that he could go on stage in a gunny sack and just sit in a chair, and folks would say it was the coolest thing ever.
However, the Baby Face gag is one of my favorites, and I hope he uses it in Glendale... 'cause he IS the Baby Face, mefinks.
WHEN WILL IT END?
Not yet.
Now we're done.
Oh, and congratulations are in order for this, the 199th blog post ('cause celebrating the 200th blog post would just have been too obvious)!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A Formal Apology To Mr. Schuman...
Firstly, I would like to say upfront that this post is going to be pointless, boring, and totally random. There. Now you can't blame me for not warning you.
Secondly, this will take some explaining, and I highly doubt you'll care to hear the story, but I plan on including several pointless videos at the end of this post (hence the randomness), so feel free to just skip this bit if you wish. I'm going to try and make up for boring you nearer the end.
OK, story...
Back a few months ago, all the folks running for local political office were hob-nobbing about the neighborhood... you know, "Howdy, Ma'm, I'm runnin' for *insert position here* and I was hopin' I could count on yer vote", that kind of thing.
Cut To Scene :
My mother goes off to the store at around three o'clock on a Friday afternoon, and I stay at home to do whatever it is I do when I'm home (mainly dance about to Venus And Mars, but that's neither here nor there).
This plan is executed without any difficulty.
As I unload the groceries, she says "Did you find my organic peanut butter?"
Well, no, I hadn't, so I volunteer to go out to the car and see if it rolled out of the shopping bag.
Please, keep in mind that it's around the four o'clock hour.
I grab the car keys, open the front door, and see a pair of feet. In slo-mo replay in my mind, I remember going from feet to legs, recognizing blue jeans.
"Daddy's home from work early today", I think to myself. I open my mouth to say "Oh, what are you doing home?"
(Remember, we're still on slo-mo here.)
Once my eyes trail up and find a huge belt buckle, and a face I cannot place, the "Oh, what are you doing home?" turned into a bloody, horror movie, primal scream... which, come to find, I didn't even know I was doing.
(In my family, the immediate reaction to a stranger at the door is that he wants to kill/abduct you.)
The unfamiliar voice says "Well, uh, I did ring the bell". (Our doorbell, for those who don't know, is notorious for not working. Today was one of those days.)
He looks terrified, and I finally realize I'm screaming bloody murder. Once I shut myself up, he says, "I'm runnin' for *insert position here*, and I was hopin' I could count on yer vote".
He hands me a card through the door, when, FINALLY, for Pete's sake, someone comes to see what the whole fiasco was about. Stella, my mother's chihuahua, came up to the door and started barking. The man acknowledges that a dog is there and says, "Oh, I've got a doggie, too, see?", and he points at his little dog on the card.
"Yeah, thanks a lot," was all I could manage to say to him as I slammed the door in his face.
As I walk into our kitchen, my mother, the little monkey, says "Who was at the door?"
(Where were you three minutes ago, woman?)
I retell the story, show her the card, and she says, "Oh, that's Mr. Schuman, he lives down at the end of the block".
The worst part of it is that I HAD unloaded the peanut butter, I just didn't realize it.
Incidentally, folks have stopped ringing our doorbell.
END SCENE.
Well, Mr. Schuman and his opponent are in a run-off election now, and the whole process is starting over again.
Cut To Scene :
Today, around four o'clock, the dogs start barking like mad beasts. The bell didn't ring (again), but it was one of those barks you know you shouldn't just let go by without investigation.
As my mother opens the front door, she calls to me, "Hey, your friend left you a note!"
I go to the door, and find this taped to our mailbox...
Was the poor man afraid to call on Fusspot Farm a second time?
I promise, we are NOT The House of Usher... we're mostly sane!
So, to Mr. Schuman, I would just like to say...
NOW. On to fun things that won't bore you!
These are just a few of the things running about in my brain bucket of late.
Number One... the new Jeopardy! set. Admittedly, I think they changed this a while ago, but I've only just seen it. Take a virtual tour and try not to expect Molly Ringwald and the Two Corys to come out with Mr. Trebeck.
Number Two... the dumbest Twilight commercial ever.
This is the only copy I can find on YouTube, but you'll get the gist of the thing...
...and they're running it during every ruddy commercial break during The Golden Girls.
Now, I know what it is to be a mega-fan of something, and you will find yourself speaking the parts of different characters (or just reciting the whole film, whatever)... but (and I don't know if you can see it in the terrible quality of the video) I don't understand crying whilst doing so.
This one's for you, Twilight weirdo...
Number Three... what the hell is this about?
This Turret Full Of Ravens blog post was brought to you by the letter 'T'...
Question... why does Mr. T (HAH!) not have any clothes on? And, more to the point, how does he play his little guitar without any arms?
However, a big congratu-well-done to the Sesame Street graphics department for getting the little 'T' to look like the singer...
Hey! How'd our favorite kitty get in here?
It's no wonder why Mr. Schuman wouldn't come to the door again...
OK, we're done, promise.
Secondly, this will take some explaining, and I highly doubt you'll care to hear the story, but I plan on including several pointless videos at the end of this post (hence the randomness), so feel free to just skip this bit if you wish. I'm going to try and make up for boring you nearer the end.
OK, story...
Back a few months ago, all the folks running for local political office were hob-nobbing about the neighborhood... you know, "Howdy, Ma'm, I'm runnin' for *insert position here* and I was hopin' I could count on yer vote", that kind of thing.
Cut To Scene :
My mother goes off to the store at around three o'clock on a Friday afternoon, and I stay at home to do whatever it is I do when I'm home (mainly dance about to Venus And Mars, but that's neither here nor there).
This plan is executed without any difficulty.
As I unload the groceries, she says "Did you find my organic peanut butter?"
Well, no, I hadn't, so I volunteer to go out to the car and see if it rolled out of the shopping bag.
Please, keep in mind that it's around the four o'clock hour.
I grab the car keys, open the front door, and see a pair of feet. In slo-mo replay in my mind, I remember going from feet to legs, recognizing blue jeans.
"Daddy's home from work early today", I think to myself. I open my mouth to say "Oh, what are you doing home?"
(Remember, we're still on slo-mo here.)
Once my eyes trail up and find a huge belt buckle, and a face I cannot place, the "Oh, what are you doing home?" turned into a bloody, horror movie, primal scream... which, come to find, I didn't even know I was doing.
(In my family, the immediate reaction to a stranger at the door is that he wants to kill/abduct you.)
The unfamiliar voice says "Well, uh, I did ring the bell". (Our doorbell, for those who don't know, is notorious for not working. Today was one of those days.)
He looks terrified, and I finally realize I'm screaming bloody murder. Once I shut myself up, he says, "I'm runnin' for *insert position here*, and I was hopin' I could count on yer vote".
He hands me a card through the door, when, FINALLY, for Pete's sake, someone comes to see what the whole fiasco was about. Stella, my mother's chihuahua, came up to the door and started barking. The man acknowledges that a dog is there and says, "Oh, I've got a doggie, too, see?", and he points at his little dog on the card.
"Yeah, thanks a lot," was all I could manage to say to him as I slammed the door in his face.
As I walk into our kitchen, my mother, the little monkey, says "Who was at the door?"
(Where were you three minutes ago, woman?)
I retell the story, show her the card, and she says, "Oh, that's Mr. Schuman, he lives down at the end of the block".
The worst part of it is that I HAD unloaded the peanut butter, I just didn't realize it.
Incidentally, folks have stopped ringing our doorbell.
END SCENE.
Well, Mr. Schuman and his opponent are in a run-off election now, and the whole process is starting over again.
Cut To Scene :
Today, around four o'clock, the dogs start barking like mad beasts. The bell didn't ring (again), but it was one of those barks you know you shouldn't just let go by without investigation.
As my mother opens the front door, she calls to me, "Hey, your friend left you a note!"
I go to the door, and find this taped to our mailbox...
Was the poor man afraid to call on Fusspot Farm a second time?
I promise, we are NOT The House of Usher... we're mostly sane!
So, to Mr. Schuman, I would just like to say...
NOW. On to fun things that won't bore you!
These are just a few of the things running about in my brain bucket of late.
Number One... the new Jeopardy! set. Admittedly, I think they changed this a while ago, but I've only just seen it. Take a virtual tour and try not to expect Molly Ringwald and the Two Corys to come out with Mr. Trebeck.
Number Two... the dumbest Twilight commercial ever.
This is the only copy I can find on YouTube, but you'll get the gist of the thing...
...and they're running it during every ruddy commercial break during The Golden Girls.
Now, I know what it is to be a mega-fan of something, and you will find yourself speaking the parts of different characters (or just reciting the whole film, whatever)... but (and I don't know if you can see it in the terrible quality of the video) I don't understand crying whilst doing so.
This one's for you, Twilight weirdo...
Number Three... what the hell is this about?
This Turret Full Of Ravens blog post was brought to you by the letter 'T'...
Question... why does Mr. T (HAH!) not have any clothes on? And, more to the point, how does he play his little guitar without any arms?
However, a big congratu-well-done to the Sesame Street graphics department for getting the little 'T' to look like the singer...
Hey! How'd our favorite kitty get in here?
It's no wonder why Mr. Schuman wouldn't come to the door again...
OK, we're done, promise.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Hope You're Wearing Green!
It's that time of year again... time to celebrate the Irish!
Who else here is looking forward to corned beef tonight? I know I sure am!
Not feeling in the green spirit of the occasion?
Allow me to fix that...
We'll take a moment to admire the Irish humor (or humour, whatever)...
...and other things to make us feel all Erin Go Bragh.
Who else here is looking forward to corned beef tonight? I know I sure am!
Not feeling in the green spirit of the occasion?
Allow me to fix that...
We'll take a moment to admire the Irish humor (or humour, whatever)...
...and other things to make us feel all Erin Go Bragh.
Or maybe you just want to Give Ireland Back To The Irish...
Either way, have a happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Netspeak, And The People Who Don't Use It...
I have often said I am completely out of touch with my own generation. To be honest, I really prefer it that way; we've not yet done a damn thing to be proud of (Mac geeks excluded, of course), we're still just a drain/headache to society.
That being said, I would like for you to look at this comic from last Sunday's funny papers (because it's still 1932 at our house, and we call them the funny papers)...
Did YOU understand what was being said in frame two?
If you did, you're a member of the hip club.
I didn't, therefore, I am a member of the hip replacement club.
Always on the quest to expand my vocabulary, I went to the handy-dandy UrbanDictionary.com for answers.
There are several entries for "ND", so I'm relying on guesswork as I loosely translate :
Girl 1 : Oh, yeah. She asked if I'd bring my MP3 (as an aside, don't we just call MP3 players iPods? Like we say Band-Aids or Kleenex, not bandage or disposable tissue... 'cause, technically, we'd have to call them MP3, MP4, and AAC players if that weren't the case) and that new Lady Gaga.
Girl 2 : She just wrote back and said : Oh my God, I'm not down, but it's no big deal. How 'bout you? See you later. Lots of laughter.
Am I wrong, right, or half-assed? Have we been educated in modern slag (fab gear, man, really swingin'), or are you cursing the few minutes you've wasted reading this drivel?
Should I continue to wonder why it's so damn hard for people to just TYPE what they want to say, instead of coming up with an ineffective language?
Should I play some Billy Joel?
YES!
That being said, I would like for you to look at this comic from last Sunday's funny papers (because it's still 1932 at our house, and we call them the funny papers)...
Did YOU understand what was being said in frame two?
If you did, you're a member of the hip club.
I didn't, therefore, I am a member of the hip replacement club.
Always on the quest to expand my vocabulary, I went to the handy-dandy UrbanDictionary.com for answers.
There are several entries for "ND", so I'm relying on guesswork as I loosely translate :
Girl 1 : Oh, yeah. She asked if I'd bring my MP3 (as an aside, don't we just call MP3 players iPods? Like we say Band-Aids or Kleenex, not bandage or disposable tissue... 'cause, technically, we'd have to call them MP3, MP4, and AAC players if that weren't the case) and that new Lady Gaga.
Girl 2 : She just wrote back and said : Oh my God, I'm not down, but it's no big deal. How 'bout you? See you later. Lots of laughter.
Am I wrong, right, or half-assed? Have we been educated in modern slag (fab gear, man, really swingin'), or are you cursing the few minutes you've wasted reading this drivel?
Should I continue to wonder why it's so damn hard for people to just TYPE what they want to say, instead of coming up with an ineffective language?
Should I play some Billy Joel?
YES!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Tommy's Enlightened Democracy...
When I'm on my own, I like to watch Headline News... they get straight to the point, no fuss, frills, or otherwise, and in about thirty minutes, you've got the gist of everything going on in current events.
Today, I was on my own, watching Headline News, when a segment on Texas textbooks came up.
I watched in horror as they talked of the changes they want to make.
Here's a more in-depth video...
A few thoughts on the changes...
* Axing Democracy for Constitutional Republic
They want Democracy changed to Constitutional Republic because it sounds too much like the Democratic party? I thought this was why we educated our children; so they'd know the difference between democracy as a form of government, and the democratic party as a set of same-minded people.
The words are practically synonyms, but that isn't the point. The point is that we're changing things that needn't be changed.
* Capitalism for Free Enterprise
Again... uh, what? Why aren't we teaching the sprogs the difference between capitalism as our economic system, and the Marxist Theory? Why should we change the wording so we won't have to explain the different meanings in different contexts?
If the kids can't figure out that some words have multiple meanings, we really are going to all have to switch to Net-and-Textspeak.
And, in my opinion, the biggest and baddest problem...
* Omitting Jefferson as a participant in the Enlightenment
I suppose we're going to stop telling the nippers that JFK was Catholic, too, 'cause it might offend somebody.
The Enlightenment was a huge movement for a nation in it's infancy; it helped shape part of our ideals, and it's effects are still being felt today (for example, their philosophy of the relationship between the citizen and the role of the state).
And, more to the point, it was part of our nation's history... why are we excluding fact? It happened, therefore, it shouldn't be excluded... particularly since it was important enough at one point to INCLUDE it.
Why in monkey hell are we taking it OUT of school books, then?
The best way to effect the future is to limit the knowledge of tomorrow's leaders, and that's exactly what I think is happening here... maybe not intentionally, but it's happening.
Now, anyone who knows anything about me will tell you that I am absolutely against the public education system, but this is just stupidity on a new level.
Isn't it bad enough that slavery (which, I shall state now, I do not condone or defend in any way) has been blown totally out of proportion?
I have argued endlessly with people, because facts are simply ignored when it comes to the meat and potatoes of the issue... and the fabrications aren't even consistent.
But, hey, what do I know?
In other news, have you seen this?
They had to put frigging closed captioning on it so the rest of us could understand what they were saying.
Oh, and speaking of the 2010 Census, I urge all of you to only answer how many people are living in your household, since that's all the Constitution says they're allowed to ask.
How about a song? You know, one without closed captioning...
Today, I was on my own, watching Headline News, when a segment on Texas textbooks came up.
I watched in horror as they talked of the changes they want to make.
Here's a more in-depth video...
A few thoughts on the changes...
* Axing Democracy for Constitutional Republic
They want Democracy changed to Constitutional Republic because it sounds too much like the Democratic party? I thought this was why we educated our children; so they'd know the difference between democracy as a form of government, and the democratic party as a set of same-minded people.
The words are practically synonyms, but that isn't the point. The point is that we're changing things that needn't be changed.
* Capitalism for Free Enterprise
Again... uh, what? Why aren't we teaching the sprogs the difference between capitalism as our economic system, and the Marxist Theory? Why should we change the wording so we won't have to explain the different meanings in different contexts?
If the kids can't figure out that some words have multiple meanings, we really are going to all have to switch to Net-and-Textspeak.
And, in my opinion, the biggest and baddest problem...
* Omitting Jefferson as a participant in the Enlightenment
I suppose we're going to stop telling the nippers that JFK was Catholic, too, 'cause it might offend somebody.
The Enlightenment was a huge movement for a nation in it's infancy; it helped shape part of our ideals, and it's effects are still being felt today (for example, their philosophy of the relationship between the citizen and the role of the state).
And, more to the point, it was part of our nation's history... why are we excluding fact? It happened, therefore, it shouldn't be excluded... particularly since it was important enough at one point to INCLUDE it.
Why in monkey hell are we taking it OUT of school books, then?
The best way to effect the future is to limit the knowledge of tomorrow's leaders, and that's exactly what I think is happening here... maybe not intentionally, but it's happening.
Now, anyone who knows anything about me will tell you that I am absolutely against the public education system, but this is just stupidity on a new level.
Isn't it bad enough that slavery (which, I shall state now, I do not condone or defend in any way) has been blown totally out of proportion?
I have argued endlessly with people, because facts are simply ignored when it comes to the meat and potatoes of the issue... and the fabrications aren't even consistent.
But, hey, what do I know?
In other news, have you seen this?
They had to put frigging closed captioning on it so the rest of us could understand what they were saying.
Oh, and speaking of the 2010 Census, I urge all of you to only answer how many people are living in your household, since that's all the Constitution says they're allowed to ask.
How about a song? You know, one without closed captioning...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
MORE Holy Frosted Flakes, Batman!
My spies tell me it's partly-sunny in Amarillo today.
It may come as a shock to those in that partly-sunny weather that it's been snowing like a monkey in shoes for the last few hours.
Yep. Snow.
It started picking up around 11 o'clock, and I sternly resisted the urge to go out and play in it (no, you're never too old to play in the snow, and if you think you are, just pack it in). Finally, around a quarter to one, I just couldn't resist any longer; I grabbed my big fuzzy bathrobe (as you would, if you were going to play in the snow) and the camera, and snapped some lovely shots, which I shall now share with you...
Our favorite snow view...
More boring pictures of boring trees...
More boring macro shots of boring nature stuff...
Why study for mid-terms when you can play in the snow, instead?
Here's one for everybody stuck in the sun...
It may come as a shock to those in that partly-sunny weather that it's been snowing like a monkey in shoes for the last few hours.
Yep. Snow.
It started picking up around 11 o'clock, and I sternly resisted the urge to go out and play in it (no, you're never too old to play in the snow, and if you think you are, just pack it in). Finally, around a quarter to one, I just couldn't resist any longer; I grabbed my big fuzzy bathrobe (as you would, if you were going to play in the snow) and the camera, and snapped some lovely shots, which I shall now share with you...
Our favorite snow view...
More boring pictures of boring trees...
More boring macro shots of boring nature stuff...
Why study for mid-terms when you can play in the snow, instead?
Here's one for everybody stuck in the sun...
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Stick Men, Their Professions, And An Advert...
Ever notice those stupid banner ads on websites? Oh, of course you have... we've just all learned to tune them out.
However, a couple of months ago, after reading this post, I started to take notice of just how ruddy silly they are.
I think this one has to be my favorite...
(Answer: What is dinner?)
While browsing this evening, I think I found the runner up...
What do we glean from this advert?
Well, photographers, authors, teachers, psychologists, hotel managers, graphic designers, medical billing experts, public relations specialists, accountants, and more are perfectly happy members of society.
Criminal investigators, however, are downright, bloody miserable.
You be the judge.
I'll leave you with this, which caused the lasses of Fusspot Farm to squee with giggles of delight...
However, a couple of months ago, after reading this post, I started to take notice of just how ruddy silly they are.
I think this one has to be my favorite...
(Answer: What is dinner?)
While browsing this evening, I think I found the runner up...
What do we glean from this advert?
Well, photographers, authors, teachers, psychologists, hotel managers, graphic designers, medical billing experts, public relations specialists, accountants, and more are perfectly happy members of society.
Criminal investigators, however, are downright, bloody miserable.
You be the judge.
I'll leave you with this, which caused the lasses of Fusspot Farm to squee with giggles of delight...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Cheezy Souvenirs...
Corny souvenirs? I love 'em (I ought to, they're running out my ears)! They're usually vintage, and have lovely illustrations of things like the St. Louis Arch, or Niagara Falls. Ash trays, plates, corn on the cob holders, cigarette cases... but my favorites are the pillows. Sometimes satiny, sometimes velvety, usually fringed, and slowly inherited by folks who could give a rat's arse where Granma Pritchard went "in the good ol' days" (and they're STILL trying to get rid of those holiday slides).
When there's an empty spot in my brain (you should feel ashamed for thinking such things!), I sometimes wonder what the pillows from Graceland might have looked like if the trend had continued that long.
Probably something like this!
That's right, ladies and germs, for a mere $29.95 you can have the Elvis Presley '68 Comeback special pillow! But wait! That's just the FIRST in the series! Keep paying, and you'll also get the SECOND in the series, Aloha From Hawaii! WHAT A DEAL!
Oh. Em. GEE!
This is almost as good as the Bionic Ear!
I haven't much room to make fun, after all, I proudly display my Graceland souvenir... a replica of his stained-glass peacocks...
Yeah, that!
How about a slideshow (you thought I'd never ask)?
Pillows from some of my favorite places we've been to...
When there's an empty spot in my brain (you should feel ashamed for thinking such things!), I sometimes wonder what the pillows from Graceland might have looked like if the trend had continued that long.
Probably something like this!
That's right, ladies and germs, for a mere $29.95 you can have the Elvis Presley '68 Comeback special pillow! But wait! That's just the FIRST in the series! Keep paying, and you'll also get the SECOND in the series, Aloha From Hawaii! WHAT A DEAL!
Oh. Em. GEE!
This is almost as good as the Bionic Ear!
I haven't much room to make fun, after all, I proudly display my Graceland souvenir... a replica of his stained-glass peacocks...
Yeah, that!
How about a slideshow (you thought I'd never ask)?
Pillows from some of my favorite places we've been to...
Hell, if we're talking Graceland and Elvis and that,
we need MUSIC fer cryin' out loud!
This is playing on the headset as you drive through
the famous gates of Graceland...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Lobster In Maine...
In my family, Lobster In Maine is a common phrase. The story is that, when we were in DC last year, we decided to go up to Baltimore to see Fort McHenry... you know, Francis Scott Key, Star Spangled Banner, all that fun stuff.
Well, we thought we'd drive a little further into Maryland, and, at some point, we ended up in New Jersey, 100 miles from NYC. We pleaded our chauffeur (AKA Daddy) to go to the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps; I was convinced that I'd finally be able to realize that secret dream of mine (taking a daisy to Strawberry Fields). Lo, he says no. I know he had good reasons, after all... even so, we were disappointed.
As we tried to make cheery, the infamous line was first uttered: "Why don't we just keep going and have lobster in Maine?!"
That phrase has come to mean an extravagant display of daring/adventure/stupidity/spontaneity, among other things. Our little day trip to Wyoming embodies the saying completely. Our luggage was in Colorado Springs, and we're driving to Cheyenne at three o'clock in the afternoon (in December, in the mountains)... utter stupidity, total spontaneity, pretty much reckless abandon... but so much FUN!
Now, I must brace myself for what I am about to say. If I were to take a time machine back just a mere 24 hours and show this post to myself, I'd have said you were telling a big fat lie, and that you had a sick, twisted mind (that's the clean version, anyway).
Let me take you back...
Yesterday, at 3:36 PM, I was quietly doing some work, minding my own business, when my mother says "WHAT?! CHECK YOUR EMAIL!"
"Why?" I asked her.
"I just got an email from Paul," she says.
"What would the newsletter be sending us?" I thought to myself as I headed to my Gmail.
Lo and behold, in the subject line, 'Paul McCartney - Up And Coming Tour'. I open the email, and it says two shows are planned: Glendale, AZ, and the Hollywood Bowl.
I'll skip the gory, fangirly-screaming details, but you can expect soundcheck pictures from Arizona. Number Nine, here I come (and nine, by the way, is my lucky number... incidentally, we're in the ninth row, too)!
I love my life.
Lobster In Maine.
I've said it hundreds of times, but I've just gotta say it again...
DEAR GOD, I LOVE THAT MAN!
This gets me to thinking of the first song I heard him perform live... I always say it's the moment I handed my heart to the Gods of Rock...
Lobster In Maine...
Well, we thought we'd drive a little further into Maryland, and, at some point, we ended up in New Jersey, 100 miles from NYC. We pleaded our chauffeur (AKA Daddy) to go to the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps; I was convinced that I'd finally be able to realize that secret dream of mine (taking a daisy to Strawberry Fields). Lo, he says no. I know he had good reasons, after all... even so, we were disappointed.
As we tried to make cheery, the infamous line was first uttered: "Why don't we just keep going and have lobster in Maine?!"
That phrase has come to mean an extravagant display of daring/adventure/stupidity/spontaneity, among other things. Our little day trip to Wyoming embodies the saying completely. Our luggage was in Colorado Springs, and we're driving to Cheyenne at three o'clock in the afternoon (in December, in the mountains)... utter stupidity, total spontaneity, pretty much reckless abandon... but so much FUN!
Now, I must brace myself for what I am about to say. If I were to take a time machine back just a mere 24 hours and show this post to myself, I'd have said you were telling a big fat lie, and that you had a sick, twisted mind (that's the clean version, anyway).
Let me take you back...
Yesterday, at 3:36 PM, I was quietly doing some work, minding my own business, when my mother says "WHAT?! CHECK YOUR EMAIL!"
"Why?" I asked her.
"I just got an email from Paul," she says.
"What would the newsletter be sending us?" I thought to myself as I headed to my Gmail.
Lo and behold, in the subject line, 'Paul McCartney - Up And Coming Tour'. I open the email, and it says two shows are planned: Glendale, AZ, and the Hollywood Bowl.
I'll skip the gory, fangirly-screaming details, but you can expect soundcheck pictures from Arizona. Number Nine, here I come (and nine, by the way, is my lucky number... incidentally, we're in the ninth row, too)!
I love my life.
Lobster In Maine.
I've said it hundreds of times, but I've just gotta say it again...
DEAR GOD, I LOVE THAT MAN!
This gets me to thinking of the first song I heard him perform live... I always say it's the moment I handed my heart to the Gods of Rock...
Lobster In Maine...
Friday, February 19, 2010
Ghetto Yoda Snaps!
Firstly, I cannot take credit for that title... my mother saw it in the comments section of a news post today.
Which brings us to Gary Coleman. Yes, that's right, that love-to-hate little whiny sack of wrinkly potatoes, Gary Coleman. He's always reminded me of those hairless cats, in an odd way...
You be the judge.
ANYWAY... I like to keep tabs on what he's up to (hey, it's free entertainment, so far as I'm concerned).
Have you seen his latest outburst? What a riot!
I'm with Dr. Dude, this guy needs to be heavily sedated... frequently.
I still think Vanilla Ice (yeah, that guy) should have thrown Mr. Coleman in the deep fryer when he had the chance.
Unfortunately, I can't find that clip, so you'll have to take this one instead (you shan't be disappointed!).
Don't we have better things to do with our lives?
Yes.
Isn't there something of worth to blog about?
Yes.
Do we care that we have better things to do with our lives, and more worthy things to blog?
No.
SONG TIME!
Am I the only one imagining that those bongos were Gary Coleman, and Elvis was giving him a well deserved bonk on the head? Yes? OK, just making sure.
Which brings us to Gary Coleman. Yes, that's right, that love-to-hate little whiny sack of wrinkly potatoes, Gary Coleman. He's always reminded me of those hairless cats, in an odd way...
You be the judge.
ANYWAY... I like to keep tabs on what he's up to (hey, it's free entertainment, so far as I'm concerned).
Have you seen his latest outburst? What a riot!
I'm with Dr. Dude, this guy needs to be heavily sedated... frequently.
I still think Vanilla Ice (yeah, that guy) should have thrown Mr. Coleman in the deep fryer when he had the chance.
Unfortunately, I can't find that clip, so you'll have to take this one instead (you shan't be disappointed!).
Don't we have better things to do with our lives?
Yes.
Isn't there something of worth to blog about?
Yes.
Do we care that we have better things to do with our lives, and more worthy things to blog?
No.
SONG TIME!
Am I the only one imagining that those bongos were Gary Coleman, and Elvis was giving him a well deserved bonk on the head? Yes? OK, just making sure.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy Hallmark Revenue Day!
That's right, dudes and dudettes, it's Valentine's Day!
So send your loved ones a card and some candy...
Don't have a special Valentine? Here are some suggestions as to where to send those extra cards...
Carl Cameron
Everyone at the network hates him (yes, a pity Valentine, like you might give to Charlie Brown). Just ask Shep!
Even Major Garrett looks displeased.
Sarah Palin
Would you be my President... I mean, Valentine?
Yoko Ono
She's one helluva lady, and a stellar human being.
And, of course.... THE PRECIOUS!
He's the most... well, precious... thing to ever grace existence, and I'm convinced he's Jesus's favorite.
So, to the rest of you, I say...
Seriously, though... have a happy Valentine's!
SONG TIME!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Drop The Macaroni And RUN!
Did I forget to mention we're out of town? (Yes, I did, don't strain yourself trying to think back on this drivel.)
We've been down in Odessa (I know, you should feel sorry for us) this week, and I thought I'd update you on some of the funsies we've been up to!
We went down to Fort Davis to see, well, Fort Davis...
...the McDonald Observatory...
(there's Javalena in them th'ar mountains! We did see one lone live one running around out there...)
...and, of course, the Texas Mountains!
(Yes, they are snowcapped...)
We're going to President Bush's childhood home tomorrow, so that'll be interesting, anyway.
Something else I found interesting... who here thinks that Tony Jay...
...looks a bit like Pete Townshend?
You be the judge.
Speaking of Pete Townshend, we missed the Super Bowl this year (we've been in Odessa, after all-doncha know-yup, yup), meaning we missed The Who play the half-time show!
Thank heavens for YouTube!
Was it a little silly to hope that Mr. Townshend would be wearing the famous Union Jack suitcoat (that we haven't seen in how many decades)?
Either way, what an awesome stage! Though, I would have sacrificed the shots of Zak Starkey for a close up on Pete's fretboard during Baba O'Riley.
And I can't have been the only one that got a little excited to hear the opening chords to Teenage Wasteland...
How can we talk music without hearing from The Precious (you thought I'd never ask, didn't you)?
Isn't he adorable?
Wondering how the advert turned out?
I'll leave you with The Boosh... I heard some Gary Newman as we were out and about, and this clip came to mind...
We've been down in Odessa (I know, you should feel sorry for us) this week, and I thought I'd update you on some of the funsies we've been up to!
We went down to Fort Davis to see, well, Fort Davis...
...the McDonald Observatory...
(there's Javalena in them th'ar mountains! We did see one lone live one running around out there...)
...and, of course, the Texas Mountains!
(Yes, they are snowcapped...)
We're going to President Bush's childhood home tomorrow, so that'll be interesting, anyway.
Something else I found interesting... who here thinks that Tony Jay...
...looks a bit like Pete Townshend?
You be the judge.
Speaking of Pete Townshend, we missed the Super Bowl this year (we've been in Odessa, after all-doncha know-yup, yup), meaning we missed The Who play the half-time show!
Thank heavens for YouTube!
Was it a little silly to hope that Mr. Townshend would be wearing the famous Union Jack suitcoat (that we haven't seen in how many decades)?
Either way, what an awesome stage! Though, I would have sacrificed the shots of Zak Starkey for a close up on Pete's fretboard during Baba O'Riley.
And I can't have been the only one that got a little excited to hear the opening chords to Teenage Wasteland...
How can we talk music without hearing from The Precious (you thought I'd never ask, didn't you)?
Isn't he adorable?
Wondering how the advert turned out?
I'll leave you with The Boosh... I heard some Gary Newman as we were out and about, and this clip came to mind...
Friday, February 5, 2010
Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine...
Who here is familiar with the self-titled "The Beatles" album (AKA, The White Album Of Effing Awesomeness... yes, I added to it a little bit, but you get the point)?
Yes, yes you are. (If you aren't I suggest you go back and read the boring drivel on both the stereo and mono remasters I have written on this amazingnessness in past posts.)
Now that we have established ourselves on the musical part of the evening, how are we on the comedy side? Who here is also familiar with Pearls Before Swine? (If you aren't, I suggest you take a moment to familiarize yourself... it's the best comic since the original Nancy [which really says something about me, doesn't it?]).
I can think of no better way to present these than by simply saying here's part one, here's part two; enjoy!
Have no idea what Pig, Goat, and Rat are talking about?
To quote Paul Harvey: "And now you know... ... the rrrrrresssst of the story."
Am I the only one that thinks of this public service announcement when I hear Revolution 9?...
In keeping with the avant-garde feel of this post, I'm just going to post some stuff that's been floating about in my brain bucket... it most likely will not make any sense, but neither does my brain!
How 'bout a song, and we'll go? Sound good? (You shouldn't scream 'yes' in such a manner, you'll injure yourself.)
Now you can sing this song for days and days... just like I've been!
I've even got my mother singing it... NO ONE IS SAFE!
Yes, yes you are. (If you aren't I suggest you go back and read the boring drivel on both the stereo and mono remasters I have written on this amazingnessness in past posts.)
Now that we have established ourselves on the musical part of the evening, how are we on the comedy side? Who here is also familiar with Pearls Before Swine? (If you aren't, I suggest you take a moment to familiarize yourself... it's the best comic since the original Nancy [which really says something about me, doesn't it?]).
I can think of no better way to present these than by simply saying here's part one, here's part two; enjoy!
Have no idea what Pig, Goat, and Rat are talking about?
To quote Paul Harvey: "And now you know... ... the rrrrrresssst of the story."
Am I the only one that thinks of this public service announcement when I hear Revolution 9?...
In keeping with the avant-garde feel of this post, I'm just going to post some stuff that's been floating about in my brain bucket... it most likely will not make any sense, but neither does my brain!
How 'bout a song, and we'll go? Sound good? (You shouldn't scream 'yes' in such a manner, you'll injure yourself.)
Now you can sing this song for days and days... just like I've been!
I've even got my mother singing it... NO ONE IS SAFE!
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