Sunday, 21 August 2016
Do the Madison. Now do the Tighten Up. Now do The Frank Sinatra – eight ball in the side pocket. C’mon people now. It’s Hully Gully Callin’ Time.
I’m guilty of it, and my dad did it to me, too.
This is what Dads are for.
“From Fu Hao to Joan of Arc to Rear Adm. Grace Hopper and beyond, women have played decisive roles in military affairs since the dawn of history.” Who was the greatest woman in military history? USNI wants to know.
I met Myldred Jones. She had been the highest ranking woman in the Navy ( Lt. Commander) but I didn’t know it at the time. All I knew was that she ran a shelter for teens in trouble, was planning to build a 2-story residence for runaways on the adjacent property, and seemed like a nice little old lady. I was just a year or so out of the midwest, so was polite and respectful. I don’t recall exactly what I said, but her response was, “Cut the crap. This is business.”
Check out who’s under cyber attack and from where. Live map.
The Runaways. Yeah, I got it, but I liked this song better.
Please return your seat to its upright position.
Sam Kinison‘s version of Wild Thing was better than the original.
[Top image from here.]
Saturday, 20 August 2016
Oh yes he does, you Manc poofter. He knows exactly what he’s talking about. “Olymic” indeed.
The Olympics sounded like every other group that performed a Leiber & Stoller song and then faded away to oblivion, but they didn’t. Let’s do the HullyGully.
The Jive Five did a song called “Hully-Gully Callin’ Time” that was cool, but this was probably their biggest hit.
Her name was Suki, his name was Jack or Bob or something. Yeah, I love that stuff, even if it’s a crappy video with poor sound quality.
Have a great weekend, folks. See you tomorrow, same Bunk Time, same Bunk Channel.
Friday, 19 August 2016
[Top one is for my friend @raincoaster, lifted and looped from here. 2nd one was mushed together from this and this; third found here.]
Thursday, 18 August 2016
This one looks more legit than the ones asking “Do You Know As Much As A Capuchin Monkey Embryo Did In 1846?” type quizzes. Note that you may not check “B” for every answer and hope to get a passing grade.
Bonus Question: Who was Ora L. Roby? (If you have to ask Mr. Google, you fail by default.)
Extra bonus: Note that at that time in U.S. history only one President had been impeached. Name the other one.
Oh, and the last shot fired in the Civil War was off the coast of Alaska, and I’ll stop parsing now.
Wednesday, 17 August 2016
Yeah, I could live there, as long as the door was locked.
Tuesday, 16 August 2016
NIE SOLIĆ GOŁĘBI is Polish for NO SALT PIGEONS.
Monday, 15 August 2016
“You mean that’s not City Hall? Well, hunh.”
Nine-storey large-panel housing building on the basis of III-46 series. Dushanbe, Tajikistan.
Sunday, 14 August 2016
Growing food to feed people and animals is getting more efficient, reducing back-breaking manual labor. Check out this hi-tech stuff.
Everybody knows that it’s a big ‘ol goofy world.
I blame Hanna-Barbara for this.
Roller Skiing. Yeah. Skiing. With rollers. It’s also about the only time you can put the letter “i” twice in sequence in one word. (II could be wrong.)
Gecko hands dude has gecko hands.
This is what you get when you Google something arbitrary like “Dark Sunday Face.”
September 2012 to September 2016 U.S. Manufacturing Jobs Graph [via]. Like that’s a surprise.
How to clean and sanitize your forks and spoons.
Top image from Donkey Jumping in Egypt:
“In this Friday, Feb. 5, 2016 picture, Ahmed Ayman and his donkey jump over a barrier in the Nile Delta village of Al-Arid about 150 kilometers north of Cairo, Egypt. Donkeys are a fixture of daily life in rural Egypt, where they are used for transportation or to haul goods, and can often be seen in Cairo and other major cities. But itís rare to see a donkey gallop, much less go airborne.”
Stuff happens. Sometimes it’s caught on mic.
Saturday, 13 August 2016
I blame Hanna-Barbera [via].
Saturday, 13 August 2016
That was the first John Prine song I ever heard, and I heard it before I knew who John Prine was, er, I mean is. (The first time I heard his name was in an introduction to a song the late Steve Goodman performed (and co-wrote with Prine) that he described as an attempt to write the best country song ever.)
Prine’s song “Souvenirs” is one of my favorites, it’s been covered by more than a few, and I may have posted it here before.
And here’s another Prine classic performed with Iris DeMent.
“So, Bunk why all these sad sentimental songs?” you ask?
Iron Fist passed away last night, and although I never met him (we only “knew” each other on the internet), his struggle to live reminded me of my own father’s demise last year. These songs are for Mrs. Fist, aka Velvet Glove.
I suppose the meaning of life is to enjoy the company of those who are still around. Rock on, my friends.
“Life ain’t no-how permanent, son.” –Pogo