
Egyptian bone figurine, 3700–3500 BC (somewhere in that 200 year window). Her eyes are made from lapis lazuli, and she looks cold. She doesn’t look very happy and apparently she was quite hirsute.
[Found here.]

Egyptian bone figurine, 3700–3500 BC (somewhere in that 200 year window). Her eyes are made from lapis lazuli, and she looks cold. She doesn’t look very happy and apparently she was quite hirsute.
[Found here.]

Damages could run into hundreds of thousands of dollars.
“He obviously has a drug issue or something going on, [neighbor] Klawans said. “I have just never seen anything like this in my life.”
The Collier County Property Appraiser’s office says the house belongs to 40-year-old Jeffrey Leibman, who neighbors said did the damage over the course of a week.

When Rona Met Donald (1980).
THIS is how to trim trees [sound up].
The mayor of Fair Haven, Vermont is an old goat.
I want this song played during my funeral recessional.
What the MSM won’t tell you: It was the shoring that failed.
From the Just Admit You Don’t Know Jack Department:
Virginia Delegate Mark Levine introduced bill HB961 to ban “assault weapons.” A town hall attendee asked him to describe one. XD
From the Archives: 1 year ago. 5 years ago. 10 years ago.
That’s my afternoon commute, the southbound 405. Thank God for Imperial Highway, the 105 & the 110, and God bless Wayz!
Heard that on a houseboat on a remote bank of Dale Hollow Lake in 1980, and the song suddenly popped into my head. It’s not PC 40 years later, but I still like it.
How ’bout some pickin’ & grinnin’? Black Eyed Peas ala Bill Monroe performed by The Cleverlys at Larry’s Country Diner.
Run C&W escaped my radar until now. Nice version of Sam & Dave‘s 1966 hit.
IIRC, Sam & Dave were in the Stax studio with the studio session band (Booker T. & the M.G.s). Steve Cropper had just come out of the restroom down the hall when Booker Jones (or Duck Dunn) hollered something like, “Steve! Check out this groove!” Cropper yelled back, “Hold on! I’m coming” and a song title was born.
For decades I thought “M.G.” stood for “Memphis Group.” Apparently not.
Have a great weekend, and may Kansas City pound the 49ers.

[Found here and everywhere.]

[Found here.]