April 27, 2007

No, I'll never say good-bye, but...

Nevermind the legal crud I'm dealing with, here's an uplifting tune. And by "uplifting" I mean "devastating".

This is a song written by Mark Knopfler and sung by Mark and Emmylou Harris, and sung live in Sweden.

It was inspired by the cell phone calls of 9-11 victims.

Feel the beauty:

Special note to she who knows whom she is:

I nearly posted this song several months ago. (And it was a much better recording... but it's long gone.) But I didn't, and only because I know that you read this hyar humble blog. But I've changed my mind.

I offer this caveat, mon amie, only because I don't wanna hear any more stories about you laying on a grave in the pouring rain.

With me? :)

Ooookay. We're clear on that.

Since this video is a cell phone recording, the sound of the vocals aren't all that they could be, so the lyric is in the extended entry.

My famous last words are laying around in tatters
sounding absurd
whatever I try.
But, I love you,
and that’s all that really matters
if this is good bye...
If this is good bye

The bright shining sun
would light up the way before me
But, you were the one
who made me feel I could fly
And I love you
-- whatever is waiting for me --
if this is good bye
if this is good bye...

Who knows how long we’ve got?
Or what were made out of?
Who knows if there’s a Plan or not?
There is our love.

I know there is our love.

My famous last words could never tell the story
spinning unheard in the dark of the sky
But, I love you
and this is our Glory if this is good bye,
If this is good bye....

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April 14, 2007

Two Words

Bill Whittle.

Seeing the Unseen, Part 2, is up. You know what to do.

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April 13, 2007

Imus In The Mourning

Looking back on when I was a little nappy-headed boy
and my only worry was, for Christmas, what would be my toy
Even though we sometimes would not get a thing
we were happy with the joy the day would bring

I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days e--
--ver have to go?
'cause I loved them so....

--Stevie Wonder, "I Wish", 1976

I want to puke. Imus is off the air for adopting the parlance of a two-bit rap singer and, in an off-the-cuff remark, calling the members of the Rutgers Women's Basketball Team "nappy-headed hoes"?

Can we stop the insanity, please? One of these days, maybe? Can we grow some skin?

It was a joke. If we can't laugh it off, can we at least brush it off if for no reason other than that it was a frickin' joke?

So, no more interviews from the most direct and talented political interviewer on radio? No more of Charles McCord's brilliantly funny essays read by Larry Kenney? No more hillarious fear-of-driving-off-the-side-of-the-road inducing quips from Bernard McGuirk? No more Imus in the morning?

Thank you Al @#$% Sharpton. @#$% you, very much.

And you gutless advertisers who pulled your ads from the show? 15 million listeners at any given moment, and you don't want to be on his airtime anymore because.....?

Don Imus has been an asshole on the radio for over 40 years. So what's different today? Oh, right. The media made a stink and Al "the-assistant-D.A.-raped-Tawana-Brawley" Sharpton frightened you with his surprisingly arched eyebrows and his arrogantly droopy eyelids.


Yes, of course, the Rutgers girls didn't deserve to be the focus of an absurd verbal abuse of their dignity. But, come on, Imus appologized in the most sincere fashion. Fred Imus once said, when speaking of the execution of Karla Faye Tucker, something along the lines of "What's the point of saying we're sending them into prison to be rehabilitated when, when they get rehabilitated, we kill them anyway?"

This is Orwellian. It's madness maddened. An America saved is an America earned.

I want to puke.

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April 08, 2007

Kewl game


Finished all 25 levels in about four hours.

UPDATE: Here is my best score thus far:


Good luck!

Tip o'the tam to Ace's readers

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April 02, 2007

Fire Drill

Fawlty Towers is one of my all-time favorite sitcoms. Unfortunately, there were only 12 episodes made -- six in 1975 and six in 1979. Here is the first part of the fire drill scene from the episode "The Germans".

Basil's wife Sybil, in the hospital to have an ingrowing toenail removed, keeps calling Basil on the phone to remind him about his various chores to be done. Among these are hanging a moose head in the lobby and conducting a fire drill at 12 o'clock. He, of course, reminds her that he hasn't forgotten and that he's been reminding the guests all morning of the impending fire drill. She tells him that the key to the fire bell isn't where he left it but, rather, in the office safe.

This YouTube video begins just as Basil opens the safe, and the burglar alarm goes off and Basil discovers what the term "herding cats" means. (Beverage alert.)

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