


Apparently this phrase is now verboten, untersagt & unerlabt as dictated by the Amerikanisch-faschistisches Wort Polizeii:

Tá sé Lá Fhéile Pádraig! Póg mo thóin!
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Apparently this phrase is now verboten, untersagt & unerlabt as dictated by the Amerikanisch-faschistisches Wort Polizeii:

[Images found here, here and here. Related Archived posts here.]
Apparently that’s Jimbino Vegan and someone or something known as Zugdidi with a decent backup band.
Tuba Skinny on the streets of NOLA. The dog gets it.
The Rebirth Brass Band are the real deal (but please, give us at least one chord change).
Have a great Mardis Gras and Do Watcha Wanna.

[Found here.]



My late Papa Strutts always referred to it by its original descriptive, The Year of the Cock. Both he and I were born in those years, so go figger.
The photos above were taken during a Tet Parade in Little Saigon, California, the largest Vietnamese community outside of Vietnam. The pretty girls in the bottom photo are waving the flag of the vanquished Republic of Vietnam, not the communist state.
Years ago I made friends with a local Vietnamese shopkeeper and gave her my copy of the current issue of National Geographic that had a lot of photos of the country. She and her non-English speaking husband were amazed, recognized a lot of the places pictured, and I asked her where she was from, expecting the name of a city or province in South Viet Nam. She replied, “Kansas.”

In hexadecimal, we are now in the year 7E1 Anno Domini.
At one second after 1:01AM on 1 January 2017 we’ll have another numerical palindrome:
1117111 = day / month / year, hour : minute : second.
If you missed that, there’s also this one: 1/1/17/1:11.
2017 is a Prime Number, Mertens function zero.
2017 is also a sexy prime, meaning that there’s another prime number (2011) within six digits in the numerical sequence.
20/17 is pretty good vision, too.
Nostram salutem MMXVII. Now go kick ass.

2016 was a bizarre year at TR Central HQ. Lotta stuff went down (like income) but a lot of stuff went up (like medical insurance). We lost some good people, too…
Happy New Year’s Eve to all you lurkers, followers, commenters, re-Tweeters, linkers and “Like Button” clickers. A little positive feedback goes a long way and keeps us from rolling it up and moving Tacky Raccoons to the dustbin of the internest. In fact, your responses affected our decision to cough up some bucks to purchase a Premium account with WordPress. It took 9-1/2 years to hit the storage limit on their free platform, and now we have enough pixels in reserve to last for the next 25 years.
Special thanks to those who donated their hard-earned clams to our PayPal account. We don’t beg for it, never will, and we are grateful for your generosity.
Bunk P. Strutts

Click on any image to see it in its full glory. IMO these are FAILS or at least NICE TRYs, and any one of them that didn’t give little children nightmares might be considered a WIN.
[Images purloined from various sites that I didn’t keep track of, so if you see yours, let us know and we’ll give credit.]


[Source: USNI newsletter.]