


The Anacreontic Song as sung by the University of Michigan American Music Institute Chorus, with Scott Van Ornum on harpsichord and soloist Jacob Wright, conducted by Jerry Blackstone.
The complete words to “Defence of Fort M’Henry.”
The National Anthem, The Great War & The 7th Inning Stretch. There’s a connection.
13 Illinois Toads & Frogs living in squalor and what they sound like. The Green Frog sounds like the intro to Seinfeld, but The Wood Frog is a serious contender for my next ringtone.
Here are some sources in case you ever need one.
Just Googled “Eyelash Peacock Dumpster.” I was not impressed.
Black Napkins is my personal choice for the theme song of the 2016 Presidential Election. If it all goes awry, I’ll replace it with Watermelon In Easter Hay.
[Personal to Weez: Thanks for the phone call.]
[Top image: “They are roughly 3 inches by 4 inches.” Found here.]

[Found here.]

Reminds me of the song “Arkansas Dog” by Pinkard & Bowden.
Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Won’t someone pick you up?
Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Poor little pup.
Across the field I thought I saw,
A dog who walked from Arkansas.
His feet were raw, his eyes were red,
With porcupine quills stuck in his head.
Won’t someone kindly take this pup,
And feed him lots of bread;
And if the quills don’t pull out quick,
Just drive ’em in his head.
Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Won’t someone pick you up?
Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Poor little pup.
[Image found here. Lyrics from memory.]

Electric eel leaping out of a tank to shock a fake alligator head [via].
Woman from San Diego has been banned from visiting over 21% of America.
Riding the Strandbeest bike [via].
Classic P.J. O’Rourke heresy. (Don’t get any ideas, kids.)
PNBHS Haka for Mr. Tamatea’s Funeral Service is still an excellent tribute.
“100 Years” is a movie scheduled for release in 2115. The idea is to purchase metal tickets and pass them on to your descendants.
“…We can be rich in cotton and mining metals, and silk worms, and we can make things, things cars, the machine can make it for us; and we can have the community, and city, in San Francisco; and we can make things and put them in the store. On the East Coast they have slaves and believe in slavery and made in China…” She has it all figured out.
Proof that manikins have no business setting off fireworks. Jump to 01:00 for the splodeys.
Don’t shoot bottle rockets at each other’s eyes or hold exploding M-80s, kids, and definitely don’t lean over a firework that’s going to shoot into the air and explode [via].
They could at least have made it more realistic and scattered some empty beer cans around. Here’s one with an appropriate soundtrack from 2010:
The manikins recovered from their injuries (several times) but they never learn from their mistakes. This one’s from 2009:
[Above videos courtesy of the U.S. Consumer Products Safety Commission.]
Meanwhile, this guy’s got some manikin blood in him.
Yeah, the explosion turned the lights on and changed his shirt, but so what. It’s still a classic.
Be sane tomorrow, and if you can’t manage that, at least be safe.
Big Daddy‘s take on Springsteen’s “Dancing in the Dark” is pure awesome. Check out their mashup of the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band – you’ll love it. You might even be able to find a clean download somewhere before it’s gone (hint hint nudge nudge).
Then there’s this Big Daddy I never heard of. Pure brilliance happens within the first 60 seconds. See how long you can stand it before you click on
this. The Big Bad Voodoo Daddy Mugs mug too much, but their music is retrohot.
Nice drivin’ acoustic blues by Big Daddy Wilson, live at the Bluesmoose Café 14 March 2012, featuring
Big Daddy Wilson – vocal & percussion
Roberto Morbioli – Guitar
Detlef Blanke – Bass.
Whoa Mama! There’s a long weekend coming up. Have a great one, and be back here tomorrow if only because we told you to.

In 1976 London there was some tabloid excitement about the Tate Museum’s tax-payer funded purchase and display of Carl Andre’s Equivalent VIII-a group of 120 bricks arranged in a rectangle.The piece was originally part of an installation in New York in 1966. When no one bought the work at the time, the artist returned the bricks to the supplier. He had to obtain new bricks for the Tate. It reportedly cost the tax payers about $12,000.00, the equivalent of about $50,000.00 today.
[Image and caption from here, and yes, it’s a true story.]