Yet another video from last month’s gig at Zille, this time playing “She Was”. I think this one is my favorite version.
This never gets old. Correction: this is getting old. Video footage and interviews of a recent Teaparty anti-healthcare rally. Of course we don’t know that the entire crowd was as ignorant as these folks interviewed here, but it’s pretty clear that it wasn’t too hard to find enough people at the rally who literally didn’t know what they were talking about.
What really baffles me is why anyone would be willing to travel across the country to join in the rally and yet have absolutely no desire to inform oneself.
I read today that if the entire US population were to live in a population density of Brooklyn (probably comparable to Dresden Neustadt), we would populate an area the size of New Hampshire. Imagine that, huh?
It’s widely known that a sunshower signifies the devil abusing his wife. Now the good folks at Snopes.com have gathered a little more info about this little weather oddity. And remember kids, before you forward that next outrageously stupid chain email, check with Snopes.
There’s no such thing as identical cousins.
In 9th grade science class, Coach Pauly once did a demonstration where he took a beakerfull of tap water from one of the lab taps and lit the surface on fire. He claimed it had something to do with the content of the water in Brentwood and also that the tap hadn’t been used in several weeks. Knowing that he was also known to do a few “scientific” tricks in the past that were clearly just parlor tricks found in any beginner’s book of magic (breaking a pencil with a folded dollar bill — secret: extend index finger secretly when coming down on pencil with bill) I was somewhat skeptical. Nonetheless it didn’t stop me from trying the trick out on four or five unused taps around the house and elsewhere. Later I decided that he simply did what I had first suspected: he poured a trace amount of a clear, flammable, petroleum-based liquid into the beaker before filling it with the water. The fuel would have simply risen to the top.
Whether the case may be or not so for Brentwood (I think not), it turns out that flammable tapwater sometimes does exist.
Although I’ve known about it for a few weeks, I officially got the go-ahead yesterday to most gladly announce that my band mates Tini and Stephan are getting married. I’ve known the two of them for just a few short months, my time with the band, but they have known each other since elementary school and have been living in sweet sexy sin for several years now. I’ve rarely known such a couple of fools to be so well made for one another and it brings a ray of warm sunshine to my heart to know that they will soon boldly and eagerly take the next step. The ceremony is set for July 9th.