“Sorry, lil’ buddy, but it’s true. You’re a goner within 10 minutes of the first commercial.”
The only one who escaped The Curse Of The Red Shirt was Scottie. He was strong. He was invincible. He was Lt. Commander Scott.
[Image found here.]
“Sorry, lil’ buddy, but it’s true. You’re a goner within 10 minutes of the first commercial.”
The only one who escaped The Curse Of The Red Shirt was Scottie. He was strong. He was invincible. He was Lt. Commander Scott.
[Image found here.]
Yeah, we had ’em.
We’d split them up, Germans vs. Allies, set them up in the dirt, then each of us would shoot rubber bands at the opponent’s “army.” If the rubber band knocked over a soldier, he was taken off of the battlefield as KIA.
If you shot a rubber band off your thumb, hit or miss, it became part of your opponent’s arsenal. If you were a good shot but too aggressive, you might run out of rubberband ammo and lose the battle. Strategy & Tactics for 8 year old boys.
Not to disparage the late Butane James, but being born dead and recovering is one helluva fetus. Aside from that, this compilation is completely awesome.
[Found here.]
Reminds me of our dog when he was a couple of years old. He was in the kitchen barking up a storm, and it wasn’t until I put my head down near his to see what he was bothered by. It was a box of treats on the kitchen counter – with a picture of a dog on it.
I showed him the box and he never barked at it again; and yes, I rewarded him for protecting us from the two-dimensional intruder.
BTW, cheese-flavored dog biscuits do not taste like cheese.
[Found in here.]
Gravity troubles featuring Shaun Micallef. [h/t this guy].
Reminds me of Zegar Reyers‘ “Rotating Kitchen.” Reyers blew it in my opinion by not installing a rotating camera like they did for this classic scene from 1968.
Blackberry Smoke Live with Billy Gibbons, Ft. Lauderdale Florida, 30 November 2011. Great swamp rock blues, and Blackberry Smoke is NOT country pop. [h/t Russ via email.]
Country pop annoys me for many reasons. It’s predictable, prepackaged, over engineered and mass-produced; the rhymes are stretched, and it has no soul. But Southern Rock kicks. Here’s The Allman Brothers ‘ “Whipping Post” from September 1970 as interpreted by Frank Zappa and band (here’s why) circa 1984.
And with that we’re out for the weekend. Have a great one, folks.