
More of Mr. Fly’s excellent adventures may be found here.
Related post here.
Cool social experiment: Tweenbots [found here].
Let’s make some Zen music.
Serious 3D total immersion video here. The eyes override the brain.
What type of Web Commenter are YOU? Descriptions here. (As for me, you already know.)
Learn a new language here.
Some things you can’t “unclick” and there’s a big fat honkin’ one here.
Rockhoppers got their webcam back up and running. YAY!
Buncha Buildings Bein’ Blowed-up here.
American ancestry brief from the 2000 census (via this excellent website). Interesting that the largest percentage, 1 in 6, described their ancestry as German. When asked, I usually describe myself as European Mutt.
The New Yorker Magazine cartoon caption contest can always be answered with “[this].”
Nice tasty archive of linkages here.
Teh Fairies Debate parleys on. Over 1,500 delightful educated comments for your perusal.
Seven questions about drinking water here.
And a cordial reminder: Mother’s Day does not mean “Be a Pain in the Butt Day.”
1973. Ugh. Rock N Roll was losing its edge, and then some unknown band like Focus got a lot of airplay, at least for a few minutes. We did our best to ignore the yodeling, except for the Popeye part. Here’s a rare live version of “Hocus Pocus,” with Gladys Knight(?!) doing the intro.
1973 also brought this to our FM converters so we could hear it on our AM car radios. Golden Earring‘s greatest hit, “Radar Love,” wasn’t their best song, but it was great roadtrip music.
1973 had THIS highlight, though: Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition” (before he went weeny on us).
1973 music sucked on a whole lotta levels never seen before. Top BillBoard hits included:
“You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon
“Crocododile Rock” by Elton John
“Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce
“Top of the World” by the Carpenters
“There’s Got To Be A Morning After” by Maureen McGovern
“Tie a Yellow Ribbofdpnoa oh man I can’t type any more of that garbage without gagging.
BUT THERE WAS THIS:
Gladys Knight was awesome. We were all Pips in the days of old (“Whoo-whoo!”). Then I lost my direction again with this:
Edgar Winter’s “Frankenstein” was being played on the radio about the same time brother Johnny Rick Derringer was getting airplay for “Rock And Roll Hoochie Coo.” [cbullitt corrected me in the comments section.]
Dang. I could take this string for another dozen utoobage links, but I’ll cut it here… temporarily.
* “SatMat” means “Saturday Matinee.” It looked better abbreviated on the title.





Some day, when my kids are grown and on their own, and I’m looking for a place to retire with the lovely and gracious Mrs. Strutts, I’d like a nice country village in a temperate climate, maybe near the ocean. A place to let the world pass by without traffic, without paved roads, without telemarketers.
A place I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted; stay up late and sleep in as long as I liked. And blog via satellite.
Maybe set up a little bed and breakfast stop for tourists and travellers, with a wine and cheese shop with tacky homemade postcards and hand-screened purple t-shirts. Maybe a place like this. Or not. Click here, or click the top image, then zoom out.
[Link found at this amazing site.]