Monthly Archives: May 2009

Facebook Flipouts

I never got a MySpace page. I figured I could express my moods  just as well here at ye olde blog.

However, Newscoma finally talked me into getting a Facebook page not too long ago.

It’s ok, but I don’t put too much personal stuff up over there. I don’t shoot people with water guns and I haven’t joined a mafia. I don’t plant flowers or send flair. I just keep up with people in my community.

Atlanta Falcons offensive lineman Quinn Ojinnaka may want to think about backing down on the amount of time and personal stuff he puts on Facebook. The NFL player was arrested and charged with simple battery after he and his wife got into a brawl when she discovered he was talking with another woman on Facebook.

He claims she stabbed him with a pen.

If she’d used the Mil-Tac Tactical Defense Pen, he might not have been able to throw her down the stairs and then she could have used it to sign all the police paperwork.

Feel Good Friday – Liar, Liar

It’s Feel Good Friday and time for some retro Liar, Liar and I’m not talking about the movie Liar Liar with Jim Carrey.

It’s the Castaways and in this clip from the movie “It’s a Bikini World” you get a groovy go-go dancer doing the swim in a red bikini with some swinging fringe. Notice the vampiric pallor of her pasty white skin. Good stuff. Also in the opening moments before the song starts, the bearded dude sitting down is Sid Haig who starred decades later in Rob Zombie’s “House of 1,000 Corpses” as Captain Spaulding. Also seated is Tommy Kirk, who was still trying to put food on the table after all those Disney teen movies including “Son of Flubber” dried up.

Happy Friday everyone.

Feel Good Friday Lookin Out My Back Door

I know it’s late in the day, but I thought I’d pop in with a Feel Good Friday song.

With all the rain coming down in buckets I was reminded of a pair of Creedence Clearwater Revival songs¬† – Who’ll Stop the Rain and Have You Ever Seen the Rain – but those weren’t exactly zippy Friday songs.

Instead, how about a little … doot, doot, doot, lookin’ out my back door..