The Skype Bandwagon
I’m late for the Skype bandwagon, but nonetheless, I’ve arrived. Searching for contacts yields interesting results, just searching my last name brings up maybe one in one hundred users from my own country. Makes me feel quite multi-culturally connected.
The UN Is Getting Strangely Apocalyptic
I honestly thought this was satire when I first came across it. Nope, its real, and its the ceiling of the U.N. General Assembly in Geneva.
Does anyone else notice the striking similarity to the classic vision of the depths of hell? I’m no apocalypticist, nor do I prescribe to the classic imagery, but my first impression was rather Dante-esque. And for obvious reasons, I don’t care to have reason to further associate government with evil, even if it is more colorful.
And one more thing, it cost $23 million. Sounds like government to me. Allegedly a good portion of that came from international aid budgets, obviously instead of going to actual aid. However, that notion is disputed, of course, over political lines.
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The Spirit Of Christmas Is A Flaming Cross
( question mark? )
“Let Your ‘Light’ Shine For Christ This Christmas Season!” says the sales pitch on the American Family Association‘s website. And for only $82, you can say so much more..
Nothing exhibits the spirit of Christmas like a 5 1/2 foot tall burning cross, right?
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On a lighter note, read this story about a dog, hit by a car, stuck in a grill, still alive.
All I Want For My Birthday Is Hannah Montana
So tomorrow is my birthday, and my sister Andie and her husband, Jason read my mind in sending me the most awesome-est of birthday cards ever.
Yes, you’re seeing that right. Tip the birthday card back and she magically turns into a darker complected, darker haired version of Hannah who is obviously less famous because I don’t have a clue who she is.
Birthdays involving Hannah Montana and sparkly cards make me want to play hopscotch. And wear jellys. And drink Tang. And watch Reading Rainbow. “Don’t take my word for it…”
PS, I’m really hoping you all caught the sarcasm in this post. I was laying it on pretty thick.
Put To Good Use
I wish I had a broken lens so I could do this with it. This guy had a 17-85mm with a stuck aperture and decided to take it apart instead of paying to have it fixed. Very interesting.
More Cowbell, More Walken
Find of the day: morecowbell.dj. What could be better than a website that lets you upload the song you’ve always thought needed more cowbell? And whats more, you can also add some Christopher Walken to it. Can life get any better? I submit that it can not! What song have I always thought needed more cowbell and more Walken? Of course it was “Come and Ride The Train” by Quad City DJs.
Listen to my cowbell songs here:
Come and Ride The Cowbell – Quad City DJs
Get Your Hands Off of My Cowbell – The Darkness
Dear Mystery Texter
I don’t know who you are, but you’re obviously from Hastings, Nebraska, and obviously you’ve been listening to Jerry Reed lately. I find it hard to believe that you are Reed himself, since he passed away a week ago. I can appreciate the song though, it speaks highly. Hmm. Perhaps you’ve been listening to Rush Limbaugh lately? I hear he’s been playing Jerry Reed songs to make fun of Joe Biden. Clever, Mr. Mystery Texter, clever.
Jerry Reed - Amos Moses
Well Amos Moses was a Cajun,
He lived by himself in the swamp.
He hunted alligators for a livin,
He just knocked ‘em in the head with a stump.
The Louisiana law gonna get ya Amos
It ain’t legal hunting alligators down in the swamp, boyWell everybody blamed his old man,
For makin’ him mean as a snake,
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait.
Tie a rope around his waist, and throw him in the swamp,
Alligator bait in a Louisiana bayouAbout 45 minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna
hey raised up a son who could eat up his weight in groceries,
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos MosesWell, the folks around south Louisiana
Said Amos was a hell of a man
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator
And just use one hand
That’s all he’s got left cause an alligator bit him
Left arm gone clean up to the elbowWell the sheriff caught wind that Amos
Was in the swamp huntin’ alligator skins
So he snuck in the swamp, gonna getcha boy,
But he never come out again.
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to?
You can sure get lost in a Louisiana bayou!About 45 minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna
They raised a son who could eat up his weight in groceries,
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos Moses
I actually was called Amos Moses at one time. It was back in high school and it was my girlfriend’s family that called me that. I don’t think it had anything to do with alligators though.
That Christian Bale Is So Hot Right Now
At least thats what Mugato would say. Even then, maybe he should try forks.
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