I’m not in the Big Easy today, but I wish I were there for Fat Tuesday – the Grand Finale to the 150th Mardi Gras celebration.
I love New Orleans. Newscoma and I have had many a fine time down there by the Mighty Mississippi. Anyone who has been there likely holds a fond place in their heart for NOLA. The food, the fun, the people – both tourists and natives alike – that make every visit to Nawlins something to remember.
And we will again someday make our way back there, no matter what damage Katrina may have wrought. The city is rebuilding and adapting.
To all those folks from along the Gulf Coast who’ve struggled through the last six months – Good luck to you and I’ll raise a Hurricane glass for a toast to you tonight.
‘Laissez le bon temps rouler’ loosely translated to “Let the squirrely good times roll.”
A coworker has started a new Web endeavor.
Scout, as she is known online, has a new blog entitled Mockingbirdisms And Other Local Chirpings.
She’s providing an outlet for local writers, giving them the publicity they often lack.
If you get a chance to read her own works, grab it and don’t let go.
The woman has mad skillz to go with a pretty sweet jumpshot, so I hear.
The Squirrel Queen remains in a musical mood.
Thanks to Newscoma, I’ve got a little ditty not about a man named Jed.
Instead, it’s dueling banjos, squirrel style.
I wish I could take credit for this, but I can’t.
I did put together the little one-squirrel band to the left, but not the “music video.”
Get your daily dose of squealing pigs, the General Lee, Burt Reynolds, a squirrel, a penguin (?!?!) and strange chickens surrounding a burning KFC sign.
Trolling around the Internet today I came across a site, Rummage Through The Crevices, that offers links and downloads of interesting tunes, what they call “Musical Curiousities, Obscurities and Unearthed Treasures.”
There’s a lot of ambient music made from everyday common sounds and events.
I especially enjoyed the song that involved toothbrushes, dental hygiene and a balloon. You can download it on Rummage.
If you want, check out more of that artist’s ambient music here at Naing-Naing.
It appears a couple in McKeesport, PA. made an unfortunate “pit stop” at the local Kwik-E-Mart and gave an employee quite a scare with their urinal, err, I mean unusual request to heat up something in the establishment’s microwave.
Their need for warm urine to beat a drug test while using one of those infamous Whizzinators gave the cashier a fright with it’s physical similarity to a real human reproductive organ.
The good news for local customers is the store has replaced the microwave in question, so no need to worry when you’re heating your frozen burrito. mmmm, tasty.
To keep you in the Olympic spirit, here’s a fun cartoon covering both winter and summer Olympic events.
For a giggle, give it a click and check out Mr. Otto.
The Olympics aren’t quite over yet, but I’m definitely “over” Bode Miller and all the hype and hoopla surrounding him in the past few weeks.
If I have to watch another Nike commercial where he waxes on and on about how his perfect Olympics would be not winning a medal but performing some Zen-like runs down the mountain, I think I’ll fling myself off the Matterhorn or at least Lookout Mountain.
His failures at Torino have left him with one last shot at a medal after not even finishing two of his events and managing a fifth-place finish and a sixth-place finish in his other two.
He’s had equipment issues and attitude issues.
We’ve all heard the term ski bum. Now, he’s got a bum ankle after an accident while playing basketball in Torino. I’m not going to give him grief for that, because according to some, hoops is one way the athletes blow off steam. They’re athletes, you can’t keep them under glass while they wait for their next event.
But a swollen ankle certainly can’t help Bodacious Bode in his final chance at a gold medal in 2006.
I think all the pre-Olympic Hype has certainly worn down what good will he had. That and his quote about skiing while inebriated and then the sort-of backpedalling to please sponsors and the U.S.Olympic committee followed by his blah, blah in the Nike commercials which were omnipresent in the opening week of the Games.
Nike, who has spent the last 20 years or so laughing at Reebok for their Dan vs. Dave commercial debacle, now has their own advertising albatross.
Oh well, I’m still celebrating the US men’s curling bronze medal.
And if you want to cheer for a US skiing medalist, raise a glass for Julia Mancuso, who earned a gold this morning.
It appears I’ve been tagged.
I’m guessing this is a good thing. Whereas, in the lexicon of graffiti artists I would have someone’s spray-painted “tag” on my broad arse in a rainbow of colors in a font that strains the eyes to read. I’m all about the street culture.
Any way, here’s how this works, as I understand it (or at least as I copied and pasted.)
Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot. (1)(insert name here) (2)Rex L. (3) Aunt B. (4) newscoma (5) squirrels_on_snark.
Next, select people to tag:
What were you doing 10 years ago?
I was going through a great deal of upheaval. I’d just changed careers and started a new relationship. After several years in radio as an air personality, radio was undergoing a radical transformation as live on-the-air talent was rapidly being replaced by canned liners.
I took a job with a sign company that was opening up a shop. It was my first job that involved a computer on an extended level and my first 8-5 job after working overnights for years as a DJ and the only person in the building. (It gave me a great appreciation for solitude.)
That job only lasted a couple of years as the boss was kind of a wack job who had no idea what he was getting into with this sign shop. At least it got me a trip to Montana to train on the software.
As for the relationship, it’s still flourishing, growing and changing and I couldn’t ask for a better partner.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
The same thing I’m doing this year – grinding through another high school basketball postseason, chasing teams all across West Tennessee as they try to earn a berth in the state tourney.
Five snacks you enjoy:
* Tortilla chips and rotel dip
* Mountain trail mix
* buttered-up movie popcorn combined with double-dipped chocolate-covered peanuts with a giganormous Diet Coke big enough to swim in
* Cheese quesadillas
Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
* Psycho Killer by Talking Heads
* Take me out to the ball game
* Harper Valley PTA by Jeanie C. Riley
* Proud Mary by Ike and Tina Turner
* Big Rock Candy Mountain
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
* Pay off all my family’s bills so everybody gets a fresh start
* Set up trust funds for my nieces and nephews
* Buy season tickets to all my favorite sports teams and then get swingin’ pads in the cities where they’re located so I have a place to lay my weary head after each game
* Travel with my girlie to old favorite locales and new exotic sites
* Buy my sweetie the Porsche she loves to dream about and then hang on as we ride around squealing the tires from coast to coast
Five bad habits:
* Procrastinating (that’s why it took me two days to get this filled out
* Bottling up my emotions
* Not telling the people I love how much I care about them often enough
* Not keeping a tidy and clean abode
Five things you like doing:
* Watching sports
* Sharing a good meal with my girlie
* Spending an afternoon at the movie theater watching a matinee and then buying a second ticket and watching another flick and then debating and analyzing the thumbs up/thumbs down attributes of the viewing menu
* losing myself in pop culture crap like Survivor and Seinfeld and My Name is Earl
* nothing, absolutely nothing, reaching a vegetative state as my arse melds into the weave of the upholstery fabric that covers my couch
Five things you would never wear again:
* tight clothes (I’m all about the baggy, saggy, not-so-form fitting fashion. Ultimately, my clothes should only touch me at the top of my shoulders and around my waist)
* flip flops
* jumpsuits (unless I’m pulling off some sort of elaborate Halloween Elvis impersonation involving a cape, a giant belt buckle and lots and lots of rhinestones and sideburns)
* a foofy prom dress
* toe socks
Five favorite toys:
* My dashboard hula dog
* My juggling balls
* My photoshop software (It’s time to make the squirrels)
* My collection of flickers/lenticulars
* My glowing brain light
Where there’s ganja smoke, there’s ganja fire apparently and sullied yellow liquid in a sample cup.
Stories circulating around the NFL are saying that talented but conflicted running back Ricky Williams has once again violated the league’s drug policy.
This is his fourth strike and will mean a year’s suspension. (Whatever happened to three strikes and you’re out?)
The story was first reported in Colorado, an obvious connection since it’s the Mile High State.
Then it was backed up by two more “sources”.
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky …
You should have stayed in yoga school, paid the money back to the Dolphins and gone on with your own wacky tobbacky lifestyle.
Now, it looks like the NFL’s mystery man will have plenty of time to study his downward dog position and holistic healing methods.
It’s been an afternoon of mindless television. I’ve given the last four hours of my life over to watching Peter Benchley’s The Beast on the SciFi Channel.
Poorly done trash starring William Peterson (pre CSI) chasing down giant squid mamas in the local bay. Peterson has to be glad this flick has been superceded on his resume by his role as Gil Grissom. Matter of fact, he might think about having his lawyers sue SciFi for airing The Beast and reminding his newer fans of his lesser work.
Too bad the movie wsn’t as interesting as the real giant squids, which finally made their debut on film last summer.
For a look at all things squid, including info about the footage of real giant squids, check out Squidblog.
It’s got links to everything squid related, including movies with Japanese wrestlers taking on men in rubber giant squid costumes, squid fornicating info and knitted 25-foot long squid.
I will admit I saw nothing linking to Spongebob’s Squidward, so it’s obviously not all inclusive. Although, I think that is about the only tidbit of squid arcana not available.