Apparently yesterday's rock-a-palooza was over almost as soon as it was posted. I'm starting to think YouTube is watching me. Pricks.
In recompense, please enjoy this little ditty. I'm off to toss back a therapeutic adult beverage while I wait for my blood pressure to come back down.
Grr.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Let it Reign
Rock first. Talk later.
No warnings required.
'Love, Reign O’er Me' by The Who, covered by Pearl Jam at VH1 Rock Honors
Man, this is where my age really shows. This is one of my favorite Who songs. But even though -- like most folks of my, uh, g-g-generation -- I have a soft spot for The Who's music, I've never really been a huge fan of Roger Daltrey's voice. That means I'm enjoying Eddie Vedder's version all the more.
Just pure Friday's Rock goodness. And it's embeddable, too!
(I originally was going to post The Safety Dance but Cary @ LOTD beat me to it this week. Bastage!)
No warnings required.
'Love, Reign O’er Me' by The Who, covered by Pearl Jam at VH1 Rock Honors
Man, this is where my age really shows. This is one of my favorite Who songs. But even though -- like most folks of my, uh, g-g-generation -- I have a soft spot for The Who's music, I've never really been a huge fan of Roger Daltrey's voice. That means I'm enjoying Eddie Vedder's version all the more.
Just pure Friday's Rock goodness. And it's embeddable, too!
(I originally was going to post The Safety Dance but Cary @ LOTD beat me to it this week. Bastage!)
Thursday, July 17, 2008
In Memoriam
I saw something on my morning commute that struck me sideways. The pickup in front of me had a rear window decal memorializing the Crocodile Man, Steve Irwin. It had a likeness, dates, and some sort of platitude about how he changed the world*.
WTF?
Yes, they had turned their truck into a shrine to Steve Irwin. Am I supposed to be impressed by this display of their love and caring? Am I the only one who finds this silly? Am I just a callous bitch**? What am I missing here?
I've seen these 'rolling memorials' regularly in recent years. Most often it's a decal of a rose or something with "In memory of" in a flowing script and the deceased's name and dates. It puzzles me, this notion that the back window of a vehicle is a good place to memorialize dead loved ones. Look, I'm sorry you've experienced a loss. All of us do, eventually. If we meet someday and become friends, I'd love to hear your story. But being compelled to share the grief of a complete stranger before I've finished my first cup of coffee? Nope, I'm not enjoying it so much.
Maybe it is just me. Maybe it's my Protestant Ancestors railing against unseemly displays of emotion. I dunno.
I went poking around online to see if I could find an image of the one I saw this morning. No joy, but I did find this:
I love the jaunty angle of the slightly-undersized cowboy hat precariously perched atop her piously bowed head. But you know she can't be a real cowgirl: No boots.
* Sorry, no pic. I showed great restraint and did not dive for my purse to excavate my cell phone while hurtling down the highway as 65 mph. Aren't you proud?
** Don't answer that.
WTF?
Yes, they had turned their truck into a shrine to Steve Irwin. Am I supposed to be impressed by this display of their love and caring? Am I the only one who finds this silly? Am I just a callous bitch**? What am I missing here?
I've seen these 'rolling memorials' regularly in recent years. Most often it's a decal of a rose or something with "In memory of" in a flowing script and the deceased's name and dates. It puzzles me, this notion that the back window of a vehicle is a good place to memorialize dead loved ones. Look, I'm sorry you've experienced a loss. All of us do, eventually. If we meet someday and become friends, I'd love to hear your story. But being compelled to share the grief of a complete stranger before I've finished my first cup of coffee? Nope, I'm not enjoying it so much.Maybe it is just me. Maybe it's my Protestant Ancestors railing against unseemly displays of emotion. I dunno.
I went poking around online to see if I could find an image of the one I saw this morning. No joy, but I did find this:
I love the jaunty angle of the slightly-undersized cowboy hat precariously perched atop her piously bowed head. But you know she can't be a real cowgirl: No boots.
* Sorry, no pic. I showed great restraint and did not dive for my purse to excavate my cell phone while hurtling down the highway as 65 mph. Aren't you proud?
** Don't answer that.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Blogwatch: Mattress Police
For sheer humor-y goodness, Diesel over at Mattress Police is one of my go-to guys. I don't know where he gets his shit, but I want some.
I am particularly smitten with his occasional guest poster Grûndir the Implacable, the Meme Wraith*. I've added his 'Tag at Your Peril' badge (see lower left) even though -- what with me being virtually invisible in the blogosphere -- there is precious little threat of me being tagged for anything by anybody. But if I am, Grûndir's got my back. At least I think that's how it works....
Diesel's rant against his nemesis, Thomas Kinkade, the Painter of Light®, is a sentimental favorite because I myself have the same reaction to Kincaid's Empire of Ridiculousness.
Wow - I just realized that I never made it all the way through Diesel's archives. Wheeee! There's my afternoon, ladies and germs. I'm outta here.
Diesel is also the creator of Humor-blogs.com, where there are countless chunks of funny shit ripe for the picking.
* Start at the bottom and read up. Your patience will be rewarded.
I am particularly smitten with his occasional guest poster Grûndir the Implacable, the Meme Wraith*. I've added his 'Tag at Your Peril' badge (see lower left) even though -- what with me being virtually invisible in the blogosphere -- there is precious little threat of me being tagged for anything by anybody. But if I am, Grûndir's got my back. At least I think that's how it works....
Diesel's rant against his nemesis, Thomas Kinkade, the Painter of Light®, is a sentimental favorite because I myself have the same reaction to Kincaid's Empire of Ridiculousness.
Wow - I just realized that I never made it all the way through Diesel's archives. Wheeee! There's my afternoon, ladies and germs. I'm outta here.
Diesel is also the creator of Humor-blogs.com, where there are countless chunks of funny shit ripe for the picking.
* Start at the bottom and read up. Your patience will be rewarded.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Users, Unite!
Caller ID display from a recent tech support call:
It's encouraging that they called for help; unfortunately, the type of help they need is beyond what I can provide.
SOUTHERN METH U
It's encouraging that they called for help; unfortunately, the type of help they need is beyond what I can provide.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Bailind the Annoyingly Apologetic
I found a new game for us to play! I was reading Rachel Shukert's guest post over at Dad Gone Mad and was instantly smitten by her Viking Name Game.
She writes:
It took a three-second soul search to discover that I am alternately Beind the Rationalizer, Merind the Obsequious, Ambind the Vacillating, Palind the Procrastinator, Scotind the Spineless, and Bailind the Annoyingly Apologetic, whom you've already met.
Mr B, after a little prodding, revealed his inner Vikings Guincan the Morose and Mojcan the Elitist
Sister, who needed no prodding whatsoever, brought forth Ginind the Insufferable, Cabind the Intolerant, Chamind the Self-Absorbed, and Teqind the Constant Interrupter.
The Ex presents Vora the Over-compensator and Chardra the Flatulent. I know both of them well.
Young Son (with Mr B's help) decided his is Chobre the Loquacious*.
Rachel points out that inventing them for other people behind their backs is also fun. Scotind the Spineless won't allow me to do that (in public) but I'd love to hear what you come up with.
Skol!
* Not that Young Son has a favorite alcoholic beverage, mind you. He chose chocolate milk.
(Hey, I just noticed this is my 200th post!)
She writes:
'It’s simple: the first syllable of your favorite alcoholic beverage + the first syllable of your hometown, + the word “the” (in the Oscar T. Grouch sense), + your most deplorable character trait.'
It took a three-second soul search to discover that I am alternately Beind the Rationalizer, Merind the Obsequious, Ambind the Vacillating, Palind the Procrastinator, Scotind the Spineless, and Bailind the Annoyingly Apologetic, whom you've already met.
Mr B, after a little prodding, revealed his inner Vikings Guincan the Morose and Mojcan the Elitist
Sister, who needed no prodding whatsoever, brought forth Ginind the Insufferable, Cabind the Intolerant, Chamind the Self-Absorbed, and Teqind the Constant Interrupter.
The Ex presents Vora the Over-compensator and Chardra the Flatulent. I know both of them well.
Young Son (with Mr B's help) decided his is Chobre the Loquacious*.
Rachel points out that inventing them for other people behind their backs is also fun. Scotind the Spineless won't allow me to do that (in public) but I'd love to hear what you come up with.
Skol!
* Not that Young Son has a favorite alcoholic beverage, mind you. He chose chocolate milk.
(Hey, I just noticed this is my 200th post!)
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Drink of the gods
The unopened can of Black Cherry Citrus Fresca found washed up on the beach was dubbed Neptune's Gift by Young Son, and it proved quite tasty and refreshing chilled to the proper serving temperature.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
All Clear
I think I forgot to make the official announcement. I'll take this opportunity to present it in the style of a lovely haiku.
All we have to do is get the wound healed and eventually this whole episode will be history.
Except for that whole constantly-looking-over-the-shoulder thing, of course.
Mr. B is clean
No more melanoma cells
Lurking in his scalp
All we have to do is get the wound healed and eventually this whole episode will be history.
Except for that whole constantly-looking-over-the-shoulder thing, of course.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Dancing machine
Since I'm totally pissed off at the music industry right now, I'm pitching a fit and going in another direction for this Feel-Good Edition of Fridays Rock!
I'm sure most regular visitors to the interwebs have seen these already. I've run into them repeatedly myself. And every time I see them, I remember how cool they are.
So take a few minutes and enjoy 'Where the Hell is Matt?', 2008 ed.
No warnings required! Can you believe it? I know!
True Confession: I can't help it. Every time I watch one of these videos, I tear up. But I'm weird that way. YMMV.
I know you're thinking I'm going to pull up some oh-so-tenuous-as-to-be-almost-nonexistent connection here, and I really don't have one...
...unless you count the fact that he lives in The Big City. Ha! Does it get more tenuous than that? I think not.
Well, now. By my clock we still have some time left, so you may wish to take this time to enjoy his earlier efforts:
Dancing 2006
Dancing 2005, the original.
Curious as to what in the hell is up with this Matt guy, anyway? Take a moment to pop over and read all about Matt and his wacky dance.
p.s. He has a blog, too!
I'm sure most regular visitors to the interwebs have seen these already. I've run into them repeatedly myself. And every time I see them, I remember how cool they are.
So take a few minutes and enjoy 'Where the Hell is Matt?', 2008 ed.
No warnings required! Can you believe it? I know!
True Confession: I can't help it. Every time I watch one of these videos, I tear up. But I'm weird that way. YMMV.
I know you're thinking I'm going to pull up some oh-so-tenuous-as-to-be-almost-nonexistent connection here, and I really don't have one...
...unless you count the fact that he lives in The Big City. Ha! Does it get more tenuous than that? I think not.
Well, now. By my clock we still have some time left, so you may wish to take this time to enjoy his earlier efforts:
Dancing 2006
Dancing 2005, the original.
Curious as to what in the hell is up with this Matt guy, anyway? Take a moment to pop over and read all about Matt and his wacky dance.
p.s. He has a blog, too!
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