Thursday, August 2, 2007

hello my ragtime gal


This is really just a note to myself to remind me to read this article on living frogs and toads found inside rocks (sorry about registration- try BugMeNot), a phenomenon which I believe inspired the classic Warner Bros. cartoon One Froggy Evening.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Puddin' Tane?*

Poor guy. I can only imagine the laser beams I'd be ducking if I went to pick up my daughter and said "Come here, Daddy's got you, um, er, uhhh... Brenda? Lucy? Hester?".


*Holy crap. Never made the connection.

Cue Nelson

"On the one hand, people will now say you can't prove the fraud... but the rule of law says that when evidence is destroyed it creates a presumption that the people who destroyed evidence did so because it would have proved the contention of the other side."



Ha Ha!

Monday, July 30, 2007

Fire up the colortini...

...and watch the pictures as they fly through the air.
Tom Snyder dead at 71.
He is survived by his eyebrows.

Gee, I'd hate for it to turn into the obit section around here, but...
I was a fan- he was just the right touch of madness for late night talk. There was one unforgettable interview with Robert Blake, during which Baretta appeared to be having a nervous breakdown and was talking into the camera to his wife/girlfriend, begging her to come back to him. I don't know if this is the same person he was later accused of murdering, but boy was Blake unhinged. Snyder displayed compassion, attempting to re-rail the conversation away from whoever it was Blake was talking to. Still, gripping television, and I couldn't help but think of that interview when he was arrested.

And then, of course, there were the eyebrows, which crawled around Snyder's face like a couple of woolly caterpillars.
Tom Snyder regularly made me think "man, those people sleeping don't know what they're missing!"

Thursday, July 26, 2007

you mean this isn't the George Jones Invitational, officer?

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Floyd P. Sincerbeaux!

Sincerbeaux reportedly told deputies that he had been drinking and was driving the lawnmower to a relative’s house in Geneva, Ontario County.

That trip on a lawnmower would give him plenty of time to sober up. Or drink more. Here, see for yourself. Fifteen miles? No problem- I'll be there in about three hours!






my good deed for the day

Okay, look. I'm no detective, but I don't think it takes Sherlock Holmes to deduce:
That cat is killing those old people!


Please, don't thank me.
Hiyooo Silver!