Blatant Ubermilf Ripoff
I'm going to borrow a page from her playbook and serve up a heaping dish of Bad Music Thursday. Enjoy!
ATTN: Gamers
Unfortunately I can't embed this game into my blog ala Darth and Burger Time (which continues to piss me off), but this may be the greatest video game of all time. Enjoy!
Wins-LOWWWWWW!!!!
Wins-LOWWWWWW!!!!
Hooray for 'Merica
I'm giddy with anticipation for tonight's CNN/Youtube Republican presidential debate. I hope to see Rudy waterboarding gay illegal immigrants while Huckabee tosses bibles to the crowd from his giant ark.
The first candidate to say this gets my vote:
Also, since these debates have now embraced the Internets, I propose that all questions be asked by internet celebrities, like the Icy Hot Stuntaz or the I Kiss You Guy.
The first candidate to say this gets my vote:
Also, since these debates have now embraced the Internets, I propose that all questions be asked by internet celebrities, like the Icy Hot Stuntaz or the I Kiss You Guy.
Gobble Gobble (belated)
I decided to take a different tack this Thanksgiving and schlep the fam down to the Outer Banks for the long weekend. Somehow, due to a last-minute cancellation, I was able to snag an oceanfront house for a song, and we lucked out with the weather. On Thanksgiving I was walking barefoot in the sand, in a Tshirt and shorts, in 80 degrees and sunshine. Not bad.
View from our back deck (I should have taken a pic of the hot tub):
Another view:
And yet another:
Whoops, that's a scene from Warren Dunes in Michigan some 20 years ago or so. Included in this scene is yours truly, Darth, and the Sexy Professor. And while you're taking in the glory of our mulletude, don't miss the wacky hats!
View from our back deck (I should have taken a pic of the hot tub):
Another view:
And yet another:
Whoops, that's a scene from Warren Dunes in Michigan some 20 years ago or so. Included in this scene is yours truly, Darth, and the Sexy Professor. And while you're taking in the glory of our mulletude, don't miss the wacky hats!
Can't a blogger recuperate from a long holiday weekend?
Geezo.
Apparently it's Tony Danza Week. I wish I would have known this beforehand, I might have baked a pie or something. For now, however, all I have is this picture of Tony squelching laughter as he watches Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke feebly attempt to justify the practice of removing food and energy prices from the measure of "core inflation".
Oops - never mind, he was watching a beagle cleaning his "personal region".
Apparently it's Tony Danza Week. I wish I would have known this beforehand, I might have baked a pie or something. For now, however, all I have is this picture of Tony squelching laughter as he watches Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke feebly attempt to justify the practice of removing food and energy prices from the measure of "core inflation".
Oops - never mind, he was watching a beagle cleaning his "personal region".
My sources tell me...
...that the Wayans Brothers are going highbrow.
Just wait until you see Jeremy Irons in Black Chicks!
Just wait until you see Jeremy Irons in Black Chicks!
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they're like: It's better than yours
and Jerry's like: LAYYYYY-DEEEEEEEEE!
Does this mean his penis is really good at math?
I can't pork you right now, my johnson is solving a modified Bessel function.
Engineers = sex camels
Engineers = sex camels
Just try not to shit your pants laughing
You won't believe your ears!
BTW, that part about the Butthole Surfers? So true - no thanks!
I was going to pen an ode to the magic of Michael, but no words of mine can top these from the website of one of his myriad booking agents:
Dogs barking. Feet squishing in soggy sneakers. Chalk screeching across a classroom chalkboard. Jet engines roaring. All ordinary, familiar sounds when they come from the ordinary, familiar sources. How extraordinary when the source is Michael Winslow.
BTW, that part about the Butthole Surfers? So true - no thanks!
I was going to pen an ode to the magic of Michael, but no words of mine can top these from the website of one of his myriad booking agents:
Dogs barking. Feet squishing in soggy sneakers. Chalk screeching across a classroom chalkboard. Jet engines roaring. All ordinary, familiar sounds when they come from the ordinary, familiar sources. How extraordinary when the source is Michael Winslow.
Sometimes I just search the Internets for things I used to enjoy
and if I find them, I like to share.
This weekend's Whopperism:
Nespotism.
I was hoping for more, but didn't really get much besides talk of his new "plah-sma" (or perhaps "plosma" would be a better spelling of his pronunciation) TV and writing still more letters to the editor of the Atlantic City Press about property taxes.
Oh, sorry - I should clarify. "The Whopper" is my father-in-law, who was in town this weekend. He's about 5'7", 150 lbs. He's a really good guy but he's almost Magic Johnson-like in his ability to make up new words. My personal favorite was the time he incorporated "juxtasuppose" and "fonton" (futon) into a single sentence.
I was hoping for more, but didn't really get much besides talk of his new "plah-sma" (or perhaps "plosma" would be a better spelling of his pronunciation) TV and writing still more letters to the editor of the Atlantic City Press about property taxes.
Oh, sorry - I should clarify. "The Whopper" is my father-in-law, who was in town this weekend. He's about 5'7", 150 lbs. He's a really good guy but he's almost Magic Johnson-like in his ability to make up new words. My personal favorite was the time he incorporated "juxtasuppose" and "fonton" (futon) into a single sentence.
Soundtrack from tonight's trip to the grocery store
I'll bet it beats yours:
On a related note, I sometimes find myself wondering if Eddy Grant and Billy Ocean became friends after recording the theme songs to Romancing the Stone and its followup, Jewel of the Nile, respectively. Similarly, I sometimes wonder if Christopher Cross and Michael McDonald became tight after their collaboration on "Ride Like the Wind". And then I wonder if all four of them ever played golf together, or had a team in a bowling league, or went on quadruple dates together or anything.
I'm not sure why I think about things like this, but I do. Sometimes.
And one final note before I end this suddenly awkward post - to this day whenever I hear the Michael McDonald "SUCH A LONG WAY TO GOOOOOO" line in "Ride Like the Wind" I have to stop whatever I'm doing, put my hands up to my ears as if to press a pair of imaginary headphones tightly against my head to better hear the track, close my eyes, and sing along as if I were Michael himself in the studio. I'm also not sure why I do that, but that's how I roll.
Yes, I'm still taking my medication.
On a related note, I sometimes find myself wondering if Eddy Grant and Billy Ocean became friends after recording the theme songs to Romancing the Stone and its followup, Jewel of the Nile, respectively. Similarly, I sometimes wonder if Christopher Cross and Michael McDonald became tight after their collaboration on "Ride Like the Wind". And then I wonder if all four of them ever played golf together, or had a team in a bowling league, or went on quadruple dates together or anything.
I'm not sure why I think about things like this, but I do. Sometimes.
And one final note before I end this suddenly awkward post - to this day whenever I hear the Michael McDonald "SUCH A LONG WAY TO GOOOOOO" line in "Ride Like the Wind" I have to stop whatever I'm doing, put my hands up to my ears as if to press a pair of imaginary headphones tightly against my head to better hear the track, close my eyes, and sing along as if I were Michael himself in the studio. I'm also not sure why I do that, but that's how I roll.
Yes, I'm still taking my medication.
Let there be no doubt as to who is bringing sexy back
It's not Darth, it's me. And I'm enlisting the help of my good friends at J.C. Penney.
What is Sexy?
Sometimes, sexy is dressy.
Sometimes, sexy is casual.
Sometimes, sexy is a little bit country and a little bit western.
And sometimes, sexy is all about the terrycloth.
What is Sexy?
Sometimes, sexy is dressy.
Sometimes, sexy is casual.
Sometimes, sexy is a little bit country and a little bit western.
And sometimes, sexy is all about the terrycloth.
Do you like your rock 'n roll the way I do?
In Japanese and with a healthy dose of puppets? If so, then this is for you.
I hope this hasn't already been featured in Bad Music Thursday over at Ubermilf.
I hope this hasn't already been featured in Bad Music Thursday over at Ubermilf.
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