Gotta look sharp when you’re on vacation at CementLand, USA. On the other hand, you can get away with velour jumpsuits at CementLand, UK.
[Found here.]
Gotta look sharp when you’re on vacation at CementLand, USA. On the other hand, you can get away with velour jumpsuits at CementLand, UK.
[Found here.]
Leon Redbone’s version of “Polly Wolly Doodle.” According to Wiki, there’s no secret meaning to the song, but here’s a verse I’d never heard:
“Behind the barn, down on my knees,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day;
I thought I heard a chicken sneeze,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Oh he sneezed so hard with the whooping cough,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day;
He sneezed his head and his tail right off,
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.”
I suspect that the song predates The War Between The States even though the popular tune is played in ragtime. So let’s play some ragtime!
Yep. 1980s hits played in ragtime. There’s something wrong with piano players who can pull off stuff like this (actually, I think there’s something wrong with piano players in general). Must be a subconscious and deep-rooted jealousy thing just because I can’t do what they do.
And with that, we’re done. Have a great weekend, folks. Be back here tomorrow for more fun.
[Found here.]
This is a true story.
Several times in my childhood my parents abandoned me, but they always left me with a baby sitter, a complete stranger who they paid, just to keep her honest. My favorite babysitter was Veronica. She wore velour sweaters and had a faint little mustache. I had a kindergarten-age crush on her because she was nice.
My second favorite babysitter was Miss Mary Eileen. Now SHE was a freakin’ hoot.
That’s Miss Mary Eileen on the left with her cousin Miss Bevel.
They both lived in a house that was walking distance from mine.
Miss Mary was my favorite. She was a lot of fun. Let us climb on the furniture and stuff. She liked rock n’ roll, too, and brought over 45s of songs my parents wouldn’t allow me to listen to.
Later on, Miss Eileen married a handyman named “Lefty.” I don’t recall his real name, and they moved into a townhouse up the hill.
Mary and her husband opened up a successful restaurant/bar that was very popular, especially with the left-leaning bohemian crowd.
She and her husband raised four sons (youngest 10, eldest 20 in this pic from 1998).
Here’s her youngest son Bobby (nicknamed “Wilt the Tilt” by his classmates) in his senior year in High School, in front of his grandfather’s house.
Eventually Mary and her husband retired to this comfy little cottage in the same neighborhood she grew up in, and they lived happily ever after.
THE END.
Yeah, that post title is misleading, but stuff like that gets hits.
I don’t know why they didn’t replace the hardware instead of pulling a “I-Fixed-It” privacy hook, but it’s a nice graffito in any case. Arrrrgh!
[Found here.]
[Click the image to see the awesome coolness of Capitol Records.]
Cooking for A**holes. (Is a language warning really needed?)
A Google search for “Church of the Toad of Light” brings up this article: Milking the Toad.
NatGeo Infinite Photo is infinite.
Big ‘ol honkin’ animals in the city.
Very cool .gif artistry here.
Cold case cryptology: The FBI is asking for public help with decoding a message found in the pocket of a murder victim. It doesn’t appear to be gibberish as at least one series of characters are repeated. I suspect it’s some kind of mnemonic. More here.
Heh. If you’re going to steal a truck, better know how to operate a clutch. [Found here]
Clarence Carter‘s “Slip Away” was one of the prettiest R&B tunes of the 60s. Here he is in 2010 with an excellent live version.
Small Faces‘ “Hey Girl” from 1966 is fun in a trolley.
The Turtles, featuring Flo & Eddie, with “The Story of Rock and Roll.” About the only redeeming quality of this sappy song (besides the intro) is a nice move at about 01:45.
There should be no introduction needed for these guys. (Watch the dancer on the left… she’s doing a modified boogaloo.)
With that, I’m out. Have a great weekend folks – be back here tomorrow for more fun.