what a bunch of…

Fill in the blank. If those people came by my perfectly manicured lawn and took a crap in it in the middle of the day like they did to the frickin Queen of England I’d be extraordinarily pissed. But, while my lawn is nowhere near perfectly manicured, I’ve been reading up on such a thing, and have an idea of what a massive chore requiring planning, knowledge, and perseverance it is to maintain an exquisite garden. via TBOGG.

The Power of Ignorance

I generally spell pretty alright. But I’ve found that with spelling in blogs, my best search engine draws happen when I mispell. Take this article. It was my first real draw. It was brief and lame, but they flocked to it. And now this one, that I wrote July 1st has been my top googlor ever since then by a long shot. Unfortunately, I find that sad on many levels. How many kids are there thinking they need ritalin because their friends are on it and they’re sucking down sugar water and sugar cereal and, like me, can’t even spell it.

light days

lots to do, and heading out for thxgiving soon, so like last week I’ll probably be light blogging till next monday.

Polyphonic Spree

Went and saw the Polyphonic Spree the other night. It was a really cool show, with a wide variety of acts. The opener was an acordian player who sounded somewhat like Meatloaf, and told tales like Jack Black, while I probably wouldn’t rock out to it in the car, I quite enjoyed his set. He played an amazing We Are the Champions cover (most tunes were original). The second band, The Sleepy Jackson, was fantastic. They were extremely tight, and blended some good hard tunes with some mellow riffs and psychedelic jams beautifully. They’re out of Australia, a country which has been producing some great music recently (read Jet). And then there was the Polyphonic Spree. What a fantastic, inspiring show they put on. I counted 25 on the stage. people that is…harp, keyboards, choir, flute, horns, and more, plus your standard rock band. It was happy music, and they were up there because they loved it. While my personal taste runs more towards The Sleepy Jackson, the Poly’s were great. Loud, thick, very well arranged, catchy, inspiring, all sorts of stuff. And really cool was that before they came on, they had a ‘fantastic local talent’, a throat singer, come on and jam for 5 minutes or so. How cool was that? The layers of noise this one guy created were amazing, with the familiar gutteral noise, and behind it a resonant wave, rising and falling with body movements. Thanks to friends W and L for hooking us up on this one!

pink meat product

argh! I’ve gotten on someone’s happy list, and they are spamming the heck out of my comments. Take it to Hawaii, they love it there, jerks! But anyway, I’m trying to figure out a solution. One is to have a little image with some text in it, and then you, the commenter would need to type that text into a field, like a password, but public, just something the spambots can’t replicate. I’ll be devoting blogging time to clearing out the cruft and implementing a solution soon.

Front of the class

I love how the right-wingers bash the liberal Hollywood actor set, but as soon as they identify a right wind spokesmodel, they hype them as much as possible and make them their poster-child (and governor, or president).