A Musical Interlude
The 6 string banjo: a weird hybrid of a guitar and a banjo. It sounds great, though, as the Page/Krauss album attests to. Give a listen:
Year 2008
Variations On A Theme
Along the lines of yesterday’s efforts, Merlin Mann linked to a new artistic trend: placing baby/toddler faces in old yearbooks to comedic/frightening effect. Here’s my quick attempt using my children as guinea pigs:
If The World Were Populated By A Hideous Race Of… Me’s.
By way of Merlin Mann’s linkblog/tumblog, I stumbled across Yearbook Yourself, a site that allows you to insert your visage into yearbook photos of years gone by. While the above-linked shots of Mike Monteiro are downright hilarious, I shall allow…
The Man From UNCLE
There she is, my little niece. My wife, kids and I climbed into the van yesterday evening and ran up to the Lehigh Valley to get our first look at our new niece My brother and sister-in-law decided upon “Laney…
More Ai-yuh Kerry
Bwahahahhahaha!
I R SERIOUS UNCLE. THIS R SERIOUS POST.
It’s official: my brother and sister-in-law gave birth to their first child, a daughter, this evening. She’s a little under two weeks early and weighed a reported 5 lbs. 1 oz. She was delivered by emergency C-section and they had…
You’ve Been… THUNderSTRUCK!
Whoa. Somebody got ahold of an extremely high-speed camera and captured footage of a lightning bolt, from cloud-borne inception to final strike. Dig it: I love how the initial bolts meander slowly until one of them makes contact with the…
Barack-Rolled
Forget Rickrolling, you’ve been Barack-rolled! Bwahahaha!
Think A Happy Thought
I’ve made no bones about my general dislike for John “Maverick” McCain nor my sore disappointment at his ascendancy to the GOP presidential ticket. However, I believe that I have found my Peter-Pan-flying-happy-thought/Harry-Potter-produce-a-patronus-thought concept that will allow me to pull…
The Pinnacle[s] of Western Civilization
Presenting: Wake n’ Bacon! That’s right, no more annoying sounds to drag you out of bed in the morning, only the wonderful wafting scent of bacon. Then there’s HillBilly’s Homewrecker. Deep-fried 1lb. hot dog slathered in, well, everything. Yowsa.
