One step beyond…
[Found here.]
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.]
Mrs. Miller sings Petula Clark’s hit “Downtown.” Double dog dare you to listen to the whole thing.
“What The Hell Did Jesse Jackson Say?” is a radio game show on AM640KFI hosted by Tim Conway Jr. (who’s funny as hell, and the game is tougher than you think).
What you get when you heat aluminum to 1200 degrees F and pour it into an ant colony [via].
Mozilla has a new add-on for FireFox that allows you to see who’s tracking you across the internet called “Lightbeam” (originally named “Collusion”). In February 2012, Mozilla CEO Gary Kovacs explained it’s origin and purpose at a TED Talk.
“I made this powerpoint for this week’s lesson – Regional/Iconic American Foods. I went back through and replaced all the text with my student’s reactions.” His students are Chinese.
Airhorn Classics – Various Artists [via].
Top image found 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.
Oh yeah, and we added a category entitled “Dance Hard.” Cool stuff there.
“Hello, Ma’am. May I help you?”
“Yes, I’m here to sign up for ObamaCare because my insurance carrier dropped me.”
“I can help you with that, but I need some information first. I need your age, weight, height, current medical status and your Social Security ID card with an ID.”
“Here’s my card and my driver’s license. I’m 67, 5′-7″, 210 lbs., diabetic, smoker, varicose veins, and have high blood pressure.”
“Do you drink alcohol?”
“All I can get.”
“Do you own a firearm?”
“What? Yes I do. For self defense.”
“Huh. Are you aware that ObamaCare provides free contraceptives and coverage for pregnancy?
“I’ve had a hysterectomy.”
“That doesn’t matter, because you’ll still be covered just in case. Who did you vote for in the last presidential election?”
“What does that have to do with medical insurance?”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I need that information to process your enrollment.”
“I voted for Mitt Romney.”
“Okay. I’ve got your info entered and it looks like you qualify for ObamaCare Plan 9.
Please proceed down the hall to Waiting Room 2, Door 314, and an ObamaCaregiver will be with you shortly. Have a nice day.”
What a bizarre nightmare of bureaucratic fascism Obamacare has become. It has nothing to do with so-called “affordable health care” because it’s more insidious than that. Look beyond the facade of the ObamaCare website fiasco, and there’s nothing but expensive darkness, economic gloom, substandard medical care and more.
Make no mistake, the aging “baby boomer” generation, those of us born between 1946 and 1964, are the targets, because we’re old enough to remember atrocities perpetrated by the Left here and abroad. ObamaCare is just another vehicle designed to erase the past in order to promote a radical leftist agenda, and it’s got lethal teeth.
People still wonder how mass murderers like Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Hitler, Ho Chi Minh & Pol Pot came to power and killed off millions of their own people. We’re witnessing the same process today, via a clever but insidious program known as ObamaCare, and that’s not hyperbole. If ObamaCare is fully enacted, the Missus and I will suffer, but I worry for my kids who will suffer more, because they won’t know why.
According to some venues these days, everyone hates being born white, so here’s the solution. Flick the Zippo, fire up the burner, and whammo.
Instant tan. Guaranteed to turn your hair black, too.
[Found in here.]