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.


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.
After deciding to turn pro and attempting to impress the Raiders, Marcus Vick pulls gun on teenager and gets arrested.
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.
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…
Marcus Vick, (former) quarterback for Virginia Tech, and younger brother to Atlanta Falcons quarterback Michael Vick, got kicked off the team by University president Charles Steger after a string of embarrassing events that he caused for the school. He was given other chances to succeed at V Tech because of his talent on the field, but his hokie pokie during the Gator Bowl was the last straw.
Now I assume that he will leave to enter the NFL draft.
Thanks for nothing.
"I think we were the better football team, but they just made the big plays." -Matt Leinart

Hook'em
Sunday evening
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.
It was another great show for me and the boys at Dillon’s here in