Saturday Matinee – St. Patrick’s Day Eve Edition: Irish Wedding at 5AM, The O’Reillys & The Paddyhats, & The Rumjacks

Pretty good rendition of “The Rattlin’ Bog.” It’s a tough song to sing, but I’m partial to the version sung by The Fenians. Saw them sing it live more than once, and Terry Casey never stumbled.

The O’Reillys & The Paddyhats jam it with “Barrels of Whiskey.”

The Rumjacks‘ “An Irish Pub Song” is “a piss take at the explosion of Irish Pubs in Australia and the bastardisation of a culture.
From the lyrics posted on the Utoobage:

There’s a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub.

Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We’ll call it an Irish pub.

You get the idea. On the other hand, my favorite Irish rebel song was a broadside set to music: Nell Flaherty’s Drake. It’s got some of the best snarky curses I’ve ever read. Here’s The Clancy Brothers’ version.

This is kinda fun, too. Good story intro:
The Night I Punched Russell Crowe.”

Have a great weekend, folks. We’ll be donning some green tomorrow.

Spiderman Saves The Ducklings

[Found here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 553- Chewy Tweet, Quack Tweet & Shark Snark Tweet

The above makes no sense without the sound up.


[Tweets from Twitter as if you couldn’t tell, and yes I cheated. Been busy in meatworld.]

Foul Fowl

[Original image found here. I added the captions. Click on the image for the NSFK punchline.]

Still Life With Dove

Saw a young dove outside our garage late this afternoon. I think it knows how to fly, it just doesn’t seem to see the importance of it yet.

He/she didn’t seem too bothered by my presence, so I went back inside for my camera. Somehow it managed to make an arrangement of river rocks, a plastic colander and a rubber football in an inverted Rubbermaid trash can lid. I decided to take a pic from another angle, and when I downloaded it I found this:

I pity the cats that mess with this bird.

 

South African Sociable Weaver Bird Nests

In the vast barren landscapes of the southern Kalahari, Sociable Weaver Birds assume ownership of the telephone poles that cut across their habitat. Their burgeoning nests are at once inertly statuesque and teeming with life. The twigs and grass collected to build these nests combine to give strangely recognisable personalities to the otherwise inanimate poles.

Apparently a nest can become so large, that when wet, its weight can topple the telephone pole it hangs from.

[Caption and images found here via here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 534- Scratchbird, Hooverbird & Catbomb

[Found here here, and here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 532- A Cheep Snack, Clothing Adjustment, & Bottle Flippers

[Found here, here and here.]

The .Gif Post No. 525 – Mr. Molotov, Happy Water & Escalator Plow

I could watch these all day.
[Found here, here and here.]

Saturday Matinee – Human Fountains, The Band and The Black Crowes.

Might have been better with four NFL cheerleaders in skimpy wet chamois skins, but that’s just my non-judgemental politically correct sexist micoagressional opinion [via].

That’s one of the best songs by one of the best bands ever.

That’s one of the best covers of one of the best songs by one of the best bands ever.

Have a great weekend, folks, and remember that President’s Day is a construct designed to minimize the historical importance of both George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, two of the greatest and most influential Presidents in the history of the United States of America.