Category Archives: Too much info

The Moon and the Tides

squirrel in the moon

Rant begins here > So I’m reading that Bill O’Reilly doesn’t understand why the tides roll in and out. Ask any sixth-grader. It’s the moon’s gravitational pull, or is “science” still a dirty word?

Science, why that’s for the birds. Birds that are falling out of the sky that is. Wait, isn’t that a sign of some foreboding apocalypse? Yikes. The gods, they must be angry. Wait, Angry Birds. Isn’t that a game on the Intertubes? Ahh, it’s all coming around again. Just like the Mayan Calendar. Wait, is this all leading up to 2012? Wait, that was a movie and movies are made by liberals and that means they believe in science. My mind is exploding!!!!111!!~

Feel Good Friday – Hey, Soul Sister

Hey, I haven’t visited with you fine folks in quite a while. My apologies for not foisting my opinions and ideas and funky finds onto your cyber space in recent weeks.

So, I’m back today to present a Feel Good Friday tune.

It’s been stuck in my brain for weeks. Nothing dramatic or edgy, just a catchy tune from Train. Choo-Choo!

It’s “Hey, Soul Sister.”

And, if you like the way the lyrics are animated in the Train video, check out this Muto video of animation painted along sidewalks and buildings by the artist Blu.

Vision Quest

So I spent the majority of Monday on a day long drive from the office to a tennis match to another tennis match to a softball game and back to the office.

It was a long day, nearly 200 miles and several different towns and cities.

I spent most of it by myself in the car. Part of the time driving I was on the phone, but most of it was just good old me, myself and I.

During the course of the day I saw tears of sadness and exhaustion followed by tears of joy. The joyful emotion came not from an athlete but from a parent.

I saw heavy, black thunder clouds that transported tornadoes that ripped up a few communities I didn’t drive through.

I saw a coyote trotting through a field. I don’t know its destination, but I believe it was racing to find a safe spot ahead of the storm.

I saw a rainbow.

I think it was some sort of vision quest day.

Nuttier Than A Squirrel Turd


I spotted this on Saturday in Paris, Tennessee and I think it applies to me.

Feel Good Friday – Tiger By The Tail

It’s the last day of the work week for most folks, so we need some Feel Good Friday tunage.

In honor (or should that be dishonor) of Tiger Woods‘  first public statement since he crashed his SUV on Thanksgiving and then crashed the rest of his life as a result of his personal misteps becoming public, I present to you Buck Owens and the Buckaroos performing on Hee Haw!

Yep, it’s Tiger by the Tail.

Happy New Year 2010 (Fingers Crossed)

So long 2009. I’m not sorry to see you go.

You were rotten in a way that didn’t quite top 2006, the year of The Suck, but you were still unpleasant in more ways than one.

Listen up 2010, I have high expectations for you. You’re no imbecile, but my instructions for you are about as simplistic as the ones posted on that bottle of champagne up there at the top of the page. Be kind. Don’t kick folks when they are down. I’m sure you want to be remembered as “that year” that turned things around for people, instead of the one that haunts their past. You’ve got a chance to get this second decade of the century off on the right foot. I know I’m asking big things from you.

Yes, I’m going to do my part and change many of the habits and routines I’m stuck in, but you have to give back a little too.

So, 2010, let’s make a pact right now. You take care of your end of the bargain. I’ll do all I can on my end and maybe I won’t have to write smack about you at this time next year.

Happy New Year!!

Jack Black’s Jig on Yo Gabba Gabba!

I understand the big, new kiddy television trend is Yo Gabba Gabba! on Nick Jr.

Bright colors, weird costumes, music – why wouldn’t a toddler go nuts for this stuff?

What I like is the fact that some of Hollywood’s quirkiest are stopping in for guest appearances. (Amy Sedaris as the Tooth Fairy, The Office’s Angela Kinsey, Biz Markey, The Shins, Elijah Woods, etc.).

Here’s my favorite visitor to the set of Yo Gabba Gabba! – Jack Black. What’s not to love when a gamboling, jigging, giant Orange Dreamsicle of a man frolics in an uninhibited manner about the stage?

Hat tip to The Bloggess for the video.

Now, let me say, not having a rugrat youngster in the house, I haven’t tuned into the show. Matter of fact, I was pretty much unaware of it until I ran across the Jack Black appearance.

Then I was struck by a visual image I couldn’t ignore. On that side note, is it just my perverted brain that thinks the character Muno looks like something purchased in an adult bookstore?

Think about it – one “eye”, red, covered in pleasure-inducing nubs.

I’m not the only one apparently.

The San Fransisco Examiner’s baby blog The Poop pointed out the sex toy relation.

As did Glamour Magazine’s Daily Single Mom blog Storked.

Paul Stanley Scandal

Two men named Paul Stanley.

One has recently been involved in a sex scandal.

Which do you think it was – the Rocker or the Republican?

Ridiculous Prom Gowns

Ahhhh, spring is in the air (finally).

With that breath of fresh air comes prom season for those just waiting to make that once-in-a-lifetime purchase of the ultimate gown and tuxedo combination.

Ohhh, the folly of youth.

Over at nextround.net, the images of prom finery gone awry are giggle inducing.

Everything from camo (below) to Winnie the Pooh can be spotted in this prom walk.

And if you thought I was going to share a photo of me from prom past, think again.

Mickey Rourke Rambles At The Spirit Awards

I didn’t get to watch the Spirit Awards live last night due to work, but watched the follow-up airing later in the evening. I love the Spirit Awards for their eagerness to shine the spotlight on the independent underdog.

The Wrestler won the most honors including Best Feature, Best Cinematography and Best Male Lead for Mickey Rourke’s comeback performance.

Rourke has been a  red-hot, steaming mess in recent years, a Hollywood rebel who fell out of favor in the City of Angels.

His rambling acceptance speech showcased some of why he fell off the glamour list no matter how great an actor he is.

He gave shout outs to his best friend, director, the Santa Monica police and his recently deceased dog. He almost forgot the name of his costar and then talked about her stripper pole skills.

You just have to see it for yourself.

The folks at the Oscars have got to be cringing today as they loosen up their fingers that press the bleep button, just in case he wins tonight.