

Just showed this to the missus. Her response was, “Taco pizza, pizza taco. What’s the difference?”
[Found *urp* here.]


Just showed this to the missus. Her response was, “Taco pizza, pizza taco. What’s the difference?”
[Found *urp* here.]

By 1808, Spain had had just about enough of French Imperialism and Napoleon‘s occupation armies, and there was a bloody rebellion in Madrid that lasted for days (and led to The Peninsula War).
Francisco Goya was commissioned for paintings to commemorate the rebellion of Dos de Mayo a few years later in 1814.
Oh, and BTW, General Grouchy was a real dickhead.


[Found on a small cutting board in our kitchen.]
Every true Irishman knows that Saint Patrick’s Day doesn’t start at midnight. It begins at sunrise and ends at sunrise if you’re doing it right. My ancestry is Scots-Irish, which means I can drink without having to wear a kilt to play golf, and I don’t have to go to Confession afterwards.
One of The Pogues‘ classics.
Here’s another Pogues’ classic song, “Young Ned Of The Hill,” as performed by the original songwriter Ron Kavana (who didn’t write it).
This my favorite Irish Rebel Song:
Nell Flaherty’s Drake is a nice tune, but the original Broadside was pure sarcasm.
Have a great weekend, folks, and if we’re not back up on Sunday it’s due to an ongoing malware battle with a faux svchost.exe daemon.



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.”