It’s Now Twenty After One Everywhere.

Thursday, 23 March 2017 by

Posted a 01:20AM PST.

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Copper copper.

Thursday, 23 March 2017 by

Swan Lake Ranch, Alcalde, New Mexico, 1949.
Owner Mrs. Hamilton Garland collects copperware as a hobby.

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Death Valley Australian Style

Wednesday, 22 March 2017 by

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Wear a helmet. It’s the law.

Tuesday, 21 March 2017 by

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I’m not even gonna ask…

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Block Parties Here Are Incredible.

Monday, 20 March 2017 by

“Hey, Bob! What’s going on this weekend?”
“The Stones are coming back again.”
“Aw, crap.”

“The [Nankai] Hawks were sold and moved to Fukuoka City in 1988 or 1989. Since the stadium was abandoned, the City of Osaka, working with a trade group, turned it into a giant outdoor home show with rows of various model homes from several construction companies.

“If I remember correctly, the houses were a failure, as most Japanese in the greater Osaka area were not interested in western style housing and the quality of construction was not up to their expectations. I think the stadium was finally demolished in the late ’90s.”

[Found in here, additional images and story found here and here.]

R.I.P. Chuck Berry (1926 – 2017)

Sunday, 19 March 2017 by

Wow. What a legend. No reason for me to do a write up for someone so well known for so long, but I’ll admit this: I didn’t care for his music that much when I was young. Although I appreciated his talent and his importance in the early days of R&B / R&R, the songs sounded the same to me.

In 1972 someone gave me a copy of “The London Chuck Berry Sessions.” It impressed the hell out of me, and I became a true convert. I played that album so many times that light showed through the grooves.

Like an old song said, “If there’s a Rock and Roll heaven, it’s gotta have a helluva band. Hail, hail, indeed.

Corned Hot Links on Rye with Sauerkraut & Swiss

Sunday, 19 March 2017 by

From the Fun Facts To Know & Tell Department:

“On my first trip to Ireland I was told how the fisherman’s sweaters were woven to indicate origin so washed up bodies might be identified.”

Wanna chip in and buy a town? Tiller, Oregon is up for sale.
Let’s do this.

Vitiligo is a non-fatal yet incurable disease that causes patches of skin to lose pigmentation. This young woman pwns it with markers.

The U.S. Navy’s “Fat Leonard” corruption scandal investigation is still ongoing with more indictments. Here’s the timeline.

Lost your Official Pink Floyd Dark Side Of The Moon Ashtray again? Get a replacement here.

Guy nailed himself with a bear tranquilizer and lived [via].

Amazing door lock from 1680 tracks the number entries [via].

I forgot to ask. How’s your mesentery doing?

Did your Samsung TV stop showing program listings? Ours did, so we unplugged it, plugged it back in. No dice. Did the same with the antenna. Nope. Replaced the batteries in the old remote. Didn’t work. Bought a new remote. No success. Samsung tech support couldn’t suss it out either. The Missus figured it out – we’d had a power outage, and when she reset the date and time, she missed resetting the year. PROBLEM SOLVED.

[Top image:  Napoli amusement park, 1950.]

Saturday Matinee – The Pogues, Ron Kavana & Rex McGhee

Saturday, 18 March 2017 by

Every true Irishman knows that Saint Patrick’s Day doesn’t start at midnight. It begins at sunrise and ends at sunrise if you’re doing it right. My ancestry is Scots-Irish, which means I can drink without having to wear a kilt to play golf, and I don’t have to go to Confession afterwards.

One of The Pogues‘ classics.

Here’s another Pogues’ classic song, “Young Ned Of The Hill,” as performed by the original songwriter Ron Kavana (who didn’t write it).

This my favorite Irish Rebel Song:

Nell Flaherty’s Drake is a nice tune, but the original Broadside was pure sarcasm.

Have a great weekend, folks, and if we’re not back up on Sunday it’s due to an ongoing malware battle with a faux svchost.exe daemon.

 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Friday, 17 March 2017 by

Apparently this phrase is now verboten, untersagt & unerlabt as dictated by the Amerikanisch-faschistisches Wort Polizeii:

Tá sé Lá Fhéile Pádraig! Póg mo thóin!

[Images found here, here and here. Related Archived posts here.]

Truck Funk

Thursday, 16 March 2017 by

Click on any image for massive enjoyment. [Images found in here.]

[Update: Greetings to all Feral Irishman fans who showed up today. You’ll like what’s coming up next. –Bunk]


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