A tragic but pedestrian level of crazy is manifest in the various types of people who walk the streets talking to themselves, sometimes shouting at other people, or cars, or just into the air. Then there's the chick who stands by the bus stop around the corner, high-stepping in place like she's trying to burn a few calories before hopping on the public transportation. But the Mac Daddy, 17th-degree black belt level of crazy comes in the form of people who lead seemingly normal lives - good job, clean clothes, stable residential situation and so forth - yet when they talk about a social issue, it becomes instantly apparent that they need to be fitted for a straitjacket ASAFP. Okay, folks. This video wasn't intended to be funny by its creators. However, you shall be prepared to laugh your fanny off.
I think somewhere in the Bible we'll find something like... and lo on the third day Jesus was resurrected and the lord hath spoketh to the assembled masses: "All fags and serpents shall be stricken from My world and doomed to an eternity of hellfire, for they hast forsaken my name, hallowed be it!"
This is one of the reasons I live in an urban environment. Nuts like this would be ridiculed right out of the neighborhood. Wackos. All of them. If there's a hell below, it is they who will go.
Short post, just to let all two of you know I'm still tickin'... Sen. Tom Coburn (R-Okla.) is pushing a bill which would allow people to bring loaded guns into national parks and wildlife refuges. I don't even need to rant about this, right? This cat is f***in' nuts. In fact, rather than document the many fundamental reasons why Dr. (doctor?) Coburn is, as they say, "off the reservation" I'll just give you his U.S. Senate website. Despite the damaging material you'd find if my collegiate years occurred during the Internet era (whew!), this kind of stuff makes me seriously consider public service. CLICK HERE TO READ THIS CRAZY MAN'S U.S. SENATE PAGE
Meantime, I can't recall why I titled this post "Donkeys." Who the hell knows.
This one'll ready like a diary entry. I'm not sorry I'm not sorry.
Jessica got her hair did, now rocking the pink highlights of old. I'd post a photo, but I'm at home and she's at an Atari tournament and I can't upload photos without her consent because I, like anyone who isn't nuts, value my nuts. My girl, she's as sweet as a perfect slice of pumpkin pie with Cool Whip on top. But you cross her, and may (insert your personal savior here) have mercy on your earthly soul, Jack! I kid. She's a strawberry cupcake. But I still ain't postin' no photos without no consent. High-five to me for the triple negative!
Saw the new Star Trek film. I'm not a big sci-fi guy, and decidedly not a big Star Trek fan, but this was a delightful cinematic experience. There seemed to be enough esoteric references for the hardcore fans of the franchise, while at once being totally accessible for people like me, who never really watched any of the t.v. shows and only saw one of the movies (The Wrath of Kahn, once, first run). If you're on the fence, or pining for a day at the movies, catch the matinee.
Seattle drivers continue to be the most painful bunch of undecided, passive-aggressive, wait-til-they're-in-the-intersection-before-hitting-the-blinker, not-in-a-rush-to-get-anywhere, texting-while-driving and otherwise not-paying-attention-to-what's-going-on-around-them pack of retards. My Fellow Seattlites, will you please start operating your vehicles in a manner suggestive of the notion that you've actually got a destination in mind and have a general idea of how to get there? F**k you in advance for not complying with this accessible request.
The new Bob Dylan album is awesome. Get it now. Trust me.
Fred Claus is a good movie. It's on cable a lot now. Watch it. Vince Vaughn, Paul Giamatti, Kevin Spacey, Kathy Bates, John Michael Higgins... great cast, good acting, a feel-good story injected with the priceless antics of Vince Vaughn... what more would you want, you selfish prick?
Saw an amazing concert last week.Bob Log III at the Crocodile Cafe. Picture this. One man band. The guy plays slide guitar with his hands, works a kick drum and a hi-hat with is feet, wears a skin-tight gold jump suit, a motorcycle helmet with a dark visor and a telephone receiver rigged in for a mic. He plays a style of blues that, if you close your eyes, takes you to a Mississippi front porch. He blends it with a performance style that recalls a genius and unlikely mix of recording artists T-Model Ford and the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, with comedians Mitch Hedberg and Bill Cosby. I've seen plenty shows with various blends of good music, engaging energy, endearing comedic elements, and production value. Some shows are good enough to have some of those attributes. Few have them all. This Bob Log III, though... this is fresh, interesting, funny, compelling stuff. Bob had the audience riveted from beginning to end. The Stranger wrote an equally entertaining and appropriate review - click here to enjoy. Here's a couple minutes from the show:
Here are a couple photos from the crappy seats I had today at the Mariners game. Thanks to Big Sark for hooking up me and my boy Johnny (Sch)Litz who's visiting from San Diego. Warm summer day, cold beer, hot dogs, front row seats behind the plate for the National Pastime... there are about a million lesser ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
