¡Viva La Venezuela! Ami Horowitz discusses income equality with NY millennials.
Spin a shiny new penny 10 or more times in a row and it will come up tails approximately 80% of the time. Here’s why [via]. What about flipping an undoctored coin ten or more times in a row? Are the odds 50-50? Not if I do it. It just takes practice – same flip, same height, same catch. Any bets? More coin-flipping cons here.
“These work as screwdrivers, knives and various other multi-tools at the tip of your finger… also you can shine them with Brasso.” DIY bullet casing hack is cool.
Paul Reubens (aka Pee Wee Herman, pictured in 1968 at top) named his stage persona after this. TRUE.
I found this both oddly fascinating and mildly disturbing. It’s an a/v collage from 2013 somewhere near Lake Erie, yet it’s also kind of an appropriate soundtrack for the damage caused by Hurricane Harvey, and for those survivors who haven’t yet fully realized what they’ve lost.
What happens once the news crews are gone? What happens once the reality sets in that you survived the ordeal, but you’ve lost everything? Our prayers are with you.
Now about those looters and scammers…
For a long time, this was THE signature song of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, and in some ways his 1956 hit was a blues parody. In January of 2014, Samantha Fish picked it up and jammed it right down our throats with no apologies. Killer version.
Loved this proto-funk theme, and I love the Bo-Keys for rocking the retro soul grooves that I grew up with.
Have a great Labor Day Weekend, folks, and we’ll be back tomorrow with more stuff than your imagination can even tolerate. Or not.
So the little ProtoRockers are sent to “Band Camp” and the kids get bored with the necessary repetition. So what’s next? Teach Pentatonics? Arpeggios? Etudes? NO!
Let’s Make Posters!
I really want to hear what these kids can put out. Honest.
If it’s for fun, let it ride.
On the other hand, if someone is telling these children that they will be wealthy and famous someday by merely jamming C, F and G, then I’m against it.
“Ignore him. He’s just a tropical depression.”
“He’s now a tropical storm, and his name is (get this) ‘Harvey.’ Hahahaha!”
“Oooh, Harvey! You’re only a Category 1, Harvey. Piss off or grow a pair.”
“Harvey? Isn’t that the name of an imaginary rabbit? Heh.”
I heard all yer banter, so I ramped it up a notch for fun, then decided to settle down an’ drop another several billion gallons of that wet stuff on ye. Ye still wish to mock me moniker?
But I warned you! I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh no, you knew it all, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little bunny, isn’t it? Well, it’s always the same. I always told them, but do they listen to me? Oooh, no…
Ye just mock me name an’ think it’s over. Now this lil’ bunny’s gonna drop another 20 inches on yer fuzzy heads, maybe another 20 after that if you don’t shape up.
—HurricaneTropical StormTropical DepressionStorm System Thunderhead Harvey
[Image found here, and in no way is my intent to make fun of the tragedy. God Bless the people of Texas. The reconstruction is going to take years, if not decades.]
“That was the time I was most frightened, waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a life jacket again.” –Shark hunter Quint [Robert Shaw] in the 1975 film “Jaws.”
Quint was referring to the tragedy of the USS Indianapolis, torpedoed in 1945:
Recently the USS Indianapolis, missing for 72 years, has been found in the Philippine Sea approximately three and a half miles below the surface. Story w/ pics here.
Woody James was 23 at the time of the attack and lived to tell about it. His story of horror is very understated:
“Sunday, the 29th of July was a quiet day. The sea was runnin five or six feet waves, just a beautiful day out. Didn’t do too much, read a book, did a little tinkerin as usual. Had the 8:00 to 12:00 watch and just got off at midnight. A guy relieved me about a quarter to twelve. I went down through the galley and had a cup of coffee. Then went to my compartment and got a blanket off my bed and went back up on deck. I slept under the overhang on the first turret. My battle station was inside it so in case general quarters sounded, I slept underneath it. Just got laid down good, using my shoes for a pillow as usual and the first torpedo hit. I was up and down between the deck and the overhang of the turret like Yankee Doodle Dandy. And, I wondered, ‘what in the hell is goin on?’
I got out of my blanket and started to roll out from underneath the turret and the other torpedo hit. Another Yankee Doodle deal, all over the place. I started to walk forward to see what I could see and what I seen was about sixty-foot of the bow chopped off, completely gone. Within a minute and a half, maybe two minutes at the most the bow is startin to do down. It filled up with water that fast. Everything was open below deck and the water just flooded in and we were still under way, just scoopin water. Complete chaos, total and complete chaos all over the whole ship. Screams like you couldn’t believe and nobody knew what was goin on. The word got passed down, “ABANDON SHIP”! It was maybe five minutes and we were really down in the water so we proceeded to abandon ship.”
Tacky Raccoons 