Saturday, September 13, 2008


Fiddle Quote of the Day

"There's hardly a country in the world that doesn't make some kind of music by the technique of drawing the tail of a horse across the intestines of a cat." -- Aladair Fraser


Friday, September 12, 2008

More Camping Gear...


Scroll Down to the Story on the Large Hadron Collider

But stay for the All Haiku Preview!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Don't Diss A Generation!!!

Ya know, I gotta toss out kudo's to Suzanne at FDL (www.firedoglake.com) for hipping me to this one before she put it up on tonight's Late Late Night Post . . . 

Sorry for the blogwhoring Tub, but this is a rightous one . . *G* 

My Generation . . . every generation is My Generation . . . from time immemorial.

Behind us, in front of us. 

People try to put us down.
Just because we get around. 

Here's to YOUR generation's big sensations! *G* 

Kewl Map!


For those with friends and family in the Gulf Region . . . wishing all the best.

I found this map, it's got some really kewl features like zoom in and out, and on the right side up top, some buttons for forecasted paths, history tracks, and winds . . . . 

Have One Of These!



Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Is your life full?

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in
front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very
large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it
was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them
into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the
open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if
the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a
box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up
everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students
responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two
cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the
jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students
laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to
recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the
important things--your family, your children, your health, your
friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was
lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles
are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car.
The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into
the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf
balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on
the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are
important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your
happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be
time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf
balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The
rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer
represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you
that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a
couple of beers."

"THE INTRO AND THE OUTRO" (Vivian Stanshall)

Hi there, nice to be with you, happy you could stick around.
Like to introduce "Legs" Larry Smith, drums,
And Sam Spoons, rhythm pole,
And Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell, bass guitar,
And Neil Innes, piano,
Come in Rodney Slater on the saxophone,
With Roger Ruskin Spear on tenor sax,
Hi, Vivian Stanshall, trumpet.

Big hello to big John Wayne, xylophone,
And Robert Morley, guitar,
Billy Butlin, spoons,
And looking very relaxed, Adolf Hitler on vibes... Nnnnice!

Princess Anne on sousaphone... Mmmm,
Introducing Liberace, clarinet,
With Garner "Ted" Armstrong on vocals,
Lord Snooty and his pals, tap dancing,
In the groove with Harold Wilson, violin,
And Franklin McCormack on harmonica.

Over there, Eric Clapton, ukulele.... Hi Eric!
On my left Sir Kenneth Clark, bass sax.... A great honour, sir.
And specially flown in for us, a session's gorilla on vox humana.
Nice to see Incredible Shrinking Man on euphonium,
Drop out with Peter Scott on duck call,
Hearing from you later Casanova, on horn,
Yeah! Digging General de Gaulle on accordion....
Really wild, General! Thank you, sir.
Roy Rogers on Trigger.

Tune in Wild Man of Borneo on bongos.
Count Basie Orchestra on triangle.... Thank you.
Great to hear the Rawlinsons on trombone,
Back from his recent operation, Dan Druff, harp.
And representing the flower people, Quasimodo on bells.

Wonderful to hear Brainiac on banjo,
We welcome Val Doonican as himself (Hullo there)
Very appealing, Max Jaffa.... Mmm, that's nice, Max!
What a team, Zebra Kid and Horace Batchelor on percussion,
And a great favourite, and a wonderful performer, of all of us here, J. Arthur Rank on gong....

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

I think these guys are playing the Crepe Place Friday


So I heard Belle Monroe and the boys play this at the Goofy and then both her and the Ol' 97's Play it at Strawberry

When I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen.
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.

The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack.
But as it is I let her drive my car.

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,
Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen.";

Well you can roll your eyes and nod
But I swear that I saw God,
In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens.

Doreen, Doreen, Last night I had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.

Well I'm pulling into Cleveland
In a seven-seater tour van.
There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor.

The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the Old Crow,
Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore.

Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.

Now I'm begging and I'm pleading,
"Well pull over guys, I'm bleeding.
There's a Fina off the highway with a phone.";

I'm calling you Doreen,
But it rings and rings and rings.
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home.

Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen.
Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

We Now Conclude Our Broadcast Day


High Flight
by DwightFrye

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