Please don’t step the Moai. They don’t appreciate it, and it annoys them. When the Moai get stepped, a trunkful of unpredictable awful happens, and you’re not going to like it. It’s much worse than breaking a mirror.
Somebody didn’t read the sign.
If you step the Moai, your karma will be affected, and it will take years to regain your former status. Think of it as being downdinged for a decade, in real life, by everyone.
[2nd image found here, and the history of the Moai is facinating – here.]
Although it’s been in my blog roll for years, it’s been a while since I ventured over to No Puedo Creer. “I Can’t Believe It” is a great website from Spain, and I’d use it to practice hobbling the spaniel with some of the commenters.
Without cheating, guess what those things are. You’re going to be amazed and disgusted at the same time, I guarantee it.
Hint 1: It’s a successful Japanese medical experiment.
Hint 2: Those are mouse embryos.
Give up? Here’s the story.
I was running late, just gotten out of the shower, and the missus had the TV on in the bedroom. She said a plane had crashed into the WTC. I figured a Cessna pilot had lost control. I got dressed, kissed the wife and left for work.
I didn’t understand what had happened until a coworker brought in a portable TV and we watched the towers collapse. When I got home I watched the news replays showing people jumping to their deaths.
My kids were young then. They couldn’t understand why their dad had tears in his eyes.
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Just thought you’d like to know.
That’s Steppenwolf, as if I had to tell you. “Born To Be Wild” was released in 1968, as was “The Pusher,” written by Hoyt Axton. Axton also wrote “Joy To The World,” a major hit recorded by Three Dog Night, and one of the worst songs in rock history, IMO. I refuse to post it, so I’ll go with this 1970 classic:
“Mama Told Me Not To Come” was written by Randy Newman.
I don’t care much for his politiks, but he’s a funny guy. Hell, anyone that can blatantly mock L.A. without Los Angelenos catching on is all right by me.
Okay, I looked for a decent vid of X‘ “Los Angeles” but settled for “Johnny Hit And Run Pauline” instead, just to keep the vibe going. (No, really. I looked. Serious Ramones influence on that.)
Now back to Hoyt Axton. His mother wrote this: [Insert John Cale garbage here] I can tolerate a lot of alternative experimental stuff, but John Cale’s version of “Heartbreak Hotel” is so wrong.
This, on the other hand is honest: Paul McCartney plays Hoyt Axton’s Mom.
And with that, we’re out of here. Have a great weekend, folks, and be back tomorrow for more stuff.
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When he speaks, he blows,
And everyone knows:
Obama don’t play no trombone;
But were it a trumpet,
He’d blow like a strumpet,
And THIS IS THE WAY IT GOES.
Tacky Raccoons 