For the last time, MTV (and VH1... and any other crappy media outlet that insists on compiling such lists)... Sir Mix-A-Lot is NOT a so-called "One-Hit Wonder". In fact, I'm rather confident that amongst us, the fans, Baby Got Back isn't even close to the top of the list of what we consider to be Mix-A-Lot's best. In support of this assertion, I submit two videos... My Hooptie (no less than an anthem for those of us that drove beat up whips back in the day) and the seminal Posse on Broadway...
SWASS!!!
Random Musings on / Questions About an Increasingly Random World (and a lot of other nonsensical crap)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
How does my garden grow?
Here's the rollcall for my new herb garden...
German Thyme
Basil
Cilantro
Rosemary
Pineapple Sage
Garlic Chives
Oregano
Curry
Italian Parsley
Dill
Tarragon
Mint
Chamomile
Pennyroyal (to keep the bugs away!)
Looking forward to cooking my fat ass off when these puppies get big!
German Thyme
Basil
Cilantro
Rosemary
Pineapple Sage
Garlic Chives
Oregano
Curry
Italian Parsley
Dill
Tarragon
Mint
Chamomile
Pennyroyal (to keep the bugs away!)
Looking forward to cooking my fat ass off when these puppies get big!
It's been forty years, Whitey, but they finally finished the job.
Former Patriots / Bills / Broncos head coach Lou Saban passed away today at the age of 87. What, you may ask, would be considered the consummate moment of his 16 year NFL coaching career? Well, while coaching for Denver in the late 60's, a mic'ed-up and exasperated Saban provided one of the all-time classic NFL Films clips when he wheeled around to assistant coach Bill "Whitey" Dovell and proclaimed, "They're killing me, Whitey! They're killing me!!!"
R.I.P., Coach Saban...
R.I.P., Coach Saban...
Friday, March 20, 2009
Full of sound and fury signifying nothing...
The people responsible for the artificial noise at sporting events should all be rounded up, incarcerated and tortured... and those that must answer for the dissonant din at NBA games, well, they deserve to be tortured to death. Now, I'm not talking about the organ music at a baseball game or something along the lines of a cannon blast or air raid siren set off after the home team scores a touchdown... these are a part of "the sounds of the game", both traditional and cool. No, I'm speaking of the countless canned cacophonous clips that are played endlessly and for no apparent reason... recorded chants meant to get the crowd going: "defense... defense..." or "Go, (insert team here)! Go!"... twenty second clips of the latest popular, yet unlistenable, rap / dance song... buzzing bees, race car engines roaring, wacky boing-clang-wahwahwah sound effects... ALL GARBAGE!!!
Who let the dogs out??? Who, indeed?!?
Who let the dogs out??? Who, indeed?!?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
One Boring Moment...
For the first time in my life as a sports fan, I have absolutely zero interest in the NCAA basketball tournament... none, zilch, nada, bupkus. I just don't give a damn this year.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
That Old Black Magic (has me in its spell)
It may sound like a strange combination, maybe it is, but I've grown very fond of this assembly when looking for a nosh... toasted bagel halves with a light spread of cream cheese and dill pickle planks. Perhaps it is odd, but I find it to be the nicest marriage of tangy and creamy since Louis Prima and Keely Smith.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
"Men, as a whole, judge more with their eyes than with their hands." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Perhaps, ol' HWL was off-base on this one...
I was watching the junior market steer show at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo last night. The protocol for selecting the champion steer goes as such... a single judge, just a few yards away from the finalists, saunters along the herd, looking each steer over (much like a judge in a dog show)... upon reaching a decision, the judge approaches their choice and discloses the winner by lightly slapping it on the rump (and much rejoicing ensues).
As I am sick in the head, a thought occurred to me... this would be an awesome way to reveal the victors in beauty pageants! "And Miss America 2009 is... [SMACK!!!] Miss Missouri, Bunny Fluffytail!!!" How great would it be to see the emcee stroll up and place a proper pop on the well-formed posterior of America's instant-new-favorite busty, toothy beauty?!? What a coronation that would be!
I was watching the junior market steer show at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo last night. The protocol for selecting the champion steer goes as such... a single judge, just a few yards away from the finalists, saunters along the herd, looking each steer over (much like a judge in a dog show)... upon reaching a decision, the judge approaches their choice and discloses the winner by lightly slapping it on the rump (and much rejoicing ensues).
As I am sick in the head, a thought occurred to me... this would be an awesome way to reveal the victors in beauty pageants! "And Miss America 2009 is... [SMACK!!!] Miss Missouri, Bunny Fluffytail!!!" How great would it be to see the emcee stroll up and place a proper pop on the well-formed posterior of America's instant-new-favorite busty, toothy beauty?!? What a coronation that would be!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
From "Methodist Coloring Book"
God is gracious, God is good
So let's color in His book
God wears cotton, God wears rayon
He can mend a broken crayon
God is honest, He don't take payola
Let's all thank Him for our crayolas
You've got a Methodist Coloring book
And you color really well
But don't color outside the lines
Or God will send you to Hell.
So let's color in His book
God wears cotton, God wears rayon
He can mend a broken crayon
God is honest, He don't take payola
Let's all thank Him for our crayolas
You've got a Methodist Coloring book
And you color really well
But don't color outside the lines
Or God will send you to Hell.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Golden MySpace Classics... Texas' Citadel of Stupidity's Greatest Hits, Vol. 8
Original post date: December 5, 2006 - Tuesday
It's all a matter of perspective
So, a person very near and dear to me recently told me that the world needed more people like me.
I told her that if there were more people like me in this world, we would experience a serious shortage of fat pants, and nothing good could possibly come of that.
She didn't understand.
It's all a matter of perspective
So, a person very near and dear to me recently told me that the world needed more people like me.
I told her that if there were more people like me in this world, we would experience a serious shortage of fat pants, and nothing good could possibly come of that.
She didn't understand.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
ENOUGH ALREADY WITH THE CELEBRITY SORT-OF LOOK-ALIKES!!!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Not that I've ever claimed that my diet is what you might call low-cal...
but in 27 months of strict, no-exception ovo-lacto vegetarianism, my waist size has increased by EIGHT FREAKING INCHES...
EIGHT!!!
I wonder if the nine gallons of beer I consume weekly might have any bearing on this development.
EIGHT!!!
I wonder if the nine gallons of beer I consume weekly might have any bearing on this development.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I'm a vegetarian...
The Hillshire Farm spots for their line of meat products constitute the very worst advertising I've ever seen for deli-related items...
Awful... just awful.
Awful... just awful.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Top-Notch Nomenclature!
I have a new favorite name, courtesy of the world of college hoops... Alabama State senior center Chief Kickingstallionsims. Actually, his full name is Grlenntys Chief Kickingstallionsims, Jr.
Not quite Heinie Manush, but pretty damn solid!
Not quite Heinie Manush, but pretty damn solid!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I've learned...
that being on vacation for a week-and-a-half is NOT conducive to being a productive blogger.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
A Celebrity Sort-Of Look-Alike!
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