Friday, January 27, 2006

Mozart's Big Bad B-day!


Well kids, just like the title says, today would be the day that Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was born back in 1756.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Today's Fuggin Blog Of The Day...

Friday, January 20, 2006

Check This Band Out

So I'm checking out Ernie's and I run across this video about Charlie Brown, (previous post) and I start checking out the video website that it's on. Then the next thing I know I'm on another one, only this one's bigger and far better. I click on the "cartoon" section and by chance happen upon this song called Run by the band Snow Patrol. I hadn't heard either the song or the band up until then, and they really blew me away. Below are the lyrics to the song along with a link to the video that I mentioned before. Check it out.

Link to video and song.



Run

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess


Jeebus Loves You


Church sign generator.

And here's a link if you plan of taking "The Hell Express."
DO NOT click on this link if you are easily offended!
It's amazing how much disturbing shit can be found on the interweb...

Ladies and gentlemen: Dress up Jesus.



Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Don't Waste Your Money

Monday, January 16, 2006

2spare.com's Top 10 Wackiest Conspiracy Theories

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Pic of the Day...

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

More On Poor Marcus Vick...

Shock The Monkey...

About 6 months ago my gal and I were having a talk about what your body would feel like after completely blowing out all of the funk that accumulates in the system after years of running pretty hard - a sort of re-booting for the body, and to do this using some sort of “herbal medicine.” I had read about some different ways to supposedly strip the body of toxins and was curious as to whether it would actually work or not.

Long story short, she ordered me three different kinds of stuff to supposedly do three different things. I’m avoiding any medication, nicotine, and caffeine for the next seven days while I’m on this gunk to see the outcome.

Check back a week from today for the results, and I’ll let you know if she got her $60 worth.



Sunday, January 08, 2006

Yard Bird

Man, there's jut something about fried chicken that speaks to my soul. I wonder how popular the first fellow in the tribe was once he realized that hot grease and a bird could be the next best thing to sliced bread, or biscuit, or next to some mashed potatoes, or coleslaw, perhaps.

Tribe?

Grease?

I know it doesn’t make much sense. Hell, even grilled chicken hits the lovin’ spot on a Sunday morn. I guess I just have a hankering for some foul in general.

Anyway…








I often hear the question, “If you could meet anyone, living or dead... blah, blah…” and then I think, “Fuck, I’d rather see the human animal in its true sense.”

I want to meet the boy that saw the first fire on Earth, which he made himself, and put some lower, dumber, slower animal on it. I wanna’ shake his hand.

It had to go somethin’ like, “I’mo catch this somebitch, and then watch this shit…”

Either that or, “Ooga booga ba-ha-ha-ha”

The first chef.

I wonder what he used for seasoning…

…probably not 11 original herbs and spices.

Maybe he slapped a few boogers on it, or something queer like that, apply some spit, perhaps. God knows evolution hasn’t porked the urge to spit on food out of us. Just go to work at your local Silly’s or Crapplebee’s and you’ll find some under-paid, over-cranked, rarely-bathed chump coughing his loogie in your special sauce, and toasting your bread in his buns.

Believe that.

I’ve seen this happen.

I mean some really rotten shit.

“How ‘bout a nice warm Band-Aid from the fresh cut on my finger in your salad?”

“No thanks, I’ll have the fried chicken.”

I guess it’s hard to fuck up frying chicken…

Jeebus, cooking at home seems so much safer, but screw it; Popeye’s is just easier…



Friday, January 06, 2006

Another Football Post...

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Texas Breaks A Trojan...

"I think we were the better football team, but they just made the big plays." -Matt Leinart
Leinart, meet scoreboard. Scoreboard, meet Matt.




Young was unbelievable, rushing for 200 yards, passing for 267 yards, and scoring three times. Vince Young, without a doubt, earned the Offensive MVP nod more than anyone I've ever watched play college football in a championship game.

Congrats to Texas for their 1st National Championship since 1970.





Today's link - UT Cheerleader pics








Oh yea, and one more thing:
Hook'em

Sunday, January 01, 2006

First Blog Of The Year...

Sunday evening
8:52pm
Rancho Relaxo


Well, I just stepped out of the shower and relaxation is running full-tilt here at the Ranch. It’s a peaceful night of blogging, sipping Sprite, and all the while the glass tit is barking the Cowboy’s game two feet away from my left ear. The temperature is just perfect outside right now, at a comfortable 68°. This is odd for January weather, but it’s a nice thing to be able to turn off the central air and open all of the windows in the joint to feel that cool breeze.

Life is good.

It was another great show for me and the boys at Dillon’s here in Paris last night, all of which is detailed in The M.O.B. Road Diary.