Don't Mess With Rodney
They Call Him MULLEN. WOW If you don't know him you BETTA reckonize
Where soldiers come to relax.
They Call Him MULLEN. WOW If you don't know him you BETTA reckonize
Posted by Silvio Dante at 6:35 AM 6 comments
Earl Whittaker, 35, is a rock music fan with an impeccable memory. Which is all the more reason he's perplexed by a concert t-shirt from 1987 that's been in his closet since he was a teenager, growing up in Oak Grove, a suburb of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The threadbare, three quarter-inch sleeve shirt is typical of those worn by concert-goers for years; the band's name, "Dio," emblazoned on the front, is slightly faded.
But one tour date on back clearly states Auborn Palace, Pittsburgh, PA August 20, a show Whittaker believes he attended, yet, he can't recall ever seeing the band.
"I was a huge [Black] Sabbath and Dio fan back then," he says excitedly. "I'm certain I was at this show. I'll bet it was awesome, but I can't for the life remember a single thing about it."
Whittaker reveals that as a teenager he did his fair share of drugs, such as marijuana and alcohol, which may have contributed to his memory loss. That, and the passage of time.
"I was there," Whittaker says, with a combination of certainty and confusion. "But why can't I remember it?"
Posted by Ray at 8:41 PM 2 comments
HEE-HAW HOEDOWN!
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13TH
7-11 PM
Yep, that’s right gang...City on a Hill’s goin’ country this fall with the Hee-Haw Country Hoedown! Prepare yourselves for a ripsnortin’ good time cuz weez gonna be kickin’ up our heels at Benjamin Ranch. Tell all the cowboys and cowgirls ya know, ‘cause there will be plenty of logs around the campfire and room on the dance floor! A country-style buffet dinner will be provided, and cash bar will be available.
* Country-style Buffet!
* Square-dancing!
* Bonfire!
Tell all your friends and co-workers! If we get enough people to attend, this could be a great fundraiser for City on a Hill young adult ministry! (Not to mention, one heckuva good time!)
Tickets are $20 before October 7th and $25 after that. Click below to register:
http://www.diocese-kcsj.org/ecommerce/event-info.php?ID=24
Benjamin Ranch
6401 E 87th St.
Kansas City, MO.
http://www.benjaminranch.com/party_and_events/home.html
Questions? Contact the Young Adult Office.
City on a Hill Young Adult Ministry
Carrie Kafka
816.756.1858 x 552
kafka@diocesekcsj.org
Posted by General Ursus at 6:54 PM 0 comments
SAMMLER: I see you have these recollections.
WALLACE: Well, I need them. Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
--SAUL BELLOW, Mr. Sammler's Planet (1970, p. 190)
"We propose that nostalgia serves existential functions. Nostalgia is an existential exercise in search of identity and meaning, a weapon in internal confrontations with existential dilemmas, and a mechanism for reconnecting with important others. Nostalgia keeps 'the wolf of insignificance from the door.'"
This is from a chapter excerpt from the Handbook of Experimental Existential Psychology, Jeff Greenburg, Ed., Copyright (C) 2004
Posted by General Ursus at 12:40 PM 5 comments
Labels: existentialism, nostalgia, psychology, Saul Bellow
As Kids He Was The Man. Yet, as adults he is even more than that.
My story begins. We went skatin one day. My boy blue had an accident so we went to the local MCDONALDS. His JAMS were shredded along with his wheels. After the cuts were taken care of. We managed to SEARCH FOR the ANIMAL they call CHIN. Of coarse, this establishment was JEONG'S CANTON. Just remember "Birds Fly High"
Posted by Silvio Dante at 2:52 PM 5 comments
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Labels: BMX Action, Dennis McCoy, Freestylin, RL Osborn
The Plaza Art Fair gets underway tomorrow and Diebel's Sportsman's Gallery will be featuring a professional cigar roller from La Gloria Cubana Cigars on the sidewalk. Here's the deal:
Buy 3 Get 1 "Fresh Rolled" FREE.
Buy 1 10-count Box at 25% OFF and Get 2 "Fresh Rolled" FREE
Buy 1 25-count Box at 25% OFF and Get 5 "Fresh Rolled" FREE
Barring some extremely hot chick accosting me between my trip from the Fort to Kansas City, I'll be down there after work puffing on a fresh-rolled stogie, enjoying the "scenery" on the Plaza...and the art.
Posted by General Ursus at 8:15 PM 2 comments
Labels: Cigar Rolling, Cigars, Diebel's, Hot Chicks, Plaza Art Fair
Posted by Dennis at 7:40 PM 2 comments
Labels: cougar
I don't know how long this will last, so you better buy your T-shirts now!
Seattle Lake Union Trolley. The future of public transportation.
The full story has a few quotes you may not hear every day.
Posted by ACE at 2:04 PM 6 comments
I'm confused. How do these two "reverends" manage to keep "congregations"?
The Jena situation is a disgrace. Sharpton claims he doesn't want a "negro fit", Jackson has called Obama out for acting "white" by not showing enough support of the Jena 6.
Maybe attempted murder is too harsh a sentence for a six on one beating resulting in unconsciousness, I don't know, but there certainly needs to be some severe accountability, regardless of skin color. Yet these kids are quickly becoming heroes, and supporters are rallying by the thousands to protect their "civil rights". Rights?...six of them just ganged up on one to beat the crap out him...and the six are the victims?
"Well, if the situation was reversed...." Bull crap, there'd be so much media attention over a case like that it would make this one look like one of Ned Reynold's Springfield highschool football reports.
Will white Amercans ever be able to repay their debt to black Americans? Or is the media attention and spotlight just too bright for these characters to walk away from?
Yes, let's just free these six young men. Blacks were discriminated against at one point, so let's allow them to commit group acts of violence against whites at their leisure. This plan makes perfect sense.
Posted by Dennis at 1:19 PM 5 comments
Labels: Jena 6, Jesse Jackson, Ned Reynolds, racism, Sharpton
Posted by General Ursus at 5:41 PM 10 comments
Labels: Mel Brooks, Springtime for Hitler, The Producers
...considering it's censored but apparently she says if Mothers ruled the world there would be no goddamn war. Can you imagine the world being ruled by a bunch of mama bears? We'd all be dead by now.
Posted by General Ursus at 6:47 PM 10 comments
Ralph Peters, one of the speakers at the symposium I was at last week, wrote the following provocative article "The Eurabia Myth" last November in the New York Post:
November 26, 2006 -- A RASH of pop prophets tell us that Muslims in Europe are reproducing so fast and European societies are so weak and listless that, before you know it, the continent will become "Eurabia," with all those topless gals on the Riviera wearing veils.
Well, maybe not.
The notion that continental Europeans, who are world-champion haters, will let the impoverished Muslim immigrants they confine to ghettos take over their societies and extend the caliphate from the Amalfi Coast to Amsterdam has it exactly wrong.
The endangered species isn't the "peace loving" European lolling in his or her welfare state, but the continent's Muslims immigrants - and their multi-generation descendents - who were foolish enough to imagine that Europeans would share their toys.
In fact, Muslims are hardly welcome to pick up the trash on Europe's playgrounds.
Don't let Europe's current round of playing pacifist dress-up fool you: This is the continent that perfected genocide and ethnic cleansing, the happy-go-lucky slice of humanity that brought us such recent hits as the Holocaust and Srebrenica.
Read the rest here.
Posted by General Ursus at 6:22 PM 6 comments
Labels: Eurabia Myth, New York Post, Ralph Peters
How to Prank a Telemarketer
This guy hit his stride when the satellite TV guy called. If only I had the same presence of mind....
Posted by Dert at 9:52 AM 1 comments
Posted by Dennis at 10:05 AM 4 comments
Labels: alcohol, drunk, mother-in-law, puke, vomit
Geez, have an overly drunken school night and miss all kinds of deep discussion (one night drinking, one night recovering, lots of missing).
Time for that later...thought there might be weather lovers 'round here. Me, I made a whole folder of this stuff into my screensaver slideshow...
Gordo's Cloud Gallery
Posted by Dert at 10:04 PM 1 comments
Posted by Dennis at 9:53 PM 0 comments
Labels: Atlantic Records, chain wallets, Jimmy Page, led zeppelin, zoso
Posted by General Ursus at 8:25 PM 2 comments
Labels: Flaming Lips, Kansas City, The Uptown
Posted by Dennis at 9:21 PM 1 comments
Labels: ACLU, castration, pee-hole, twig and berries
Since you brought up political humor.
Posted by ACE at 12:31 PM 3 comments
Here's my vote for our next president.
No other man has the credentials to lead our people into the next decade!
Posted by fistfullasteel at 8:28 PM 3 comments
At a place where soldiers are encouraged to come and relax, I figured it was only fitting to pause to remember this terrible day that occurred six years ago. I'm sure we will all remember where we were, and what we were doing, when we first heard or saw these events unfold.
What happened to all the "patriotism" we saw from actors, musicians, politicians, etc... a few years back.
It seems more in style these days to heckle four star generals who have dedicated their lives and careers to serving our country. How appropriate Cindy.
'08 will be an interesting year.
Posted by Dennis at 10:46 AM 8 comments
I love Youtube as much as the next guy, but for crying out loud, almost every post this past week has been a Youtube video. Can we mix it up a little?
Posted by General Ursus at 5:14 PM 1 comments
If you have four free minutes, you can learn a lot here from ol' Norm.
Posted by Dennis at 4:25 PM 3 comments
If you can Netflix his show or watch more thorough vidoes, I'd recommend it, but this here is a great snipet tribute to an under appreciated interviewer. Perhaps longer than what is usually posted here, but with Ali, Manson, and a Conkrite tiff at the end, I hope you will forgive me...
Posted by Dert at 1:49 AM 2 comments
Art Installation from Burning Man in Nevada.
Photo from MSN
Posted by General Ursus at 10:56 PM 3 comments
Labels: Art, Burning Man, Semi
Yesterday while doing some "research" at work I came across the term paleoconservative, so I looked it up on the always-trustworthy Wikipedia. I thought it was an interesting political movement - especially how it distinguished itself from neoconservativism. Here's a paragraph from the article that I thought summed it up:
The phrase paleoconservative ('old conservative') was originally a tongue-in-cheek rejoinder used in the 1980's to differentiate traditional conservatives from neoconservatives and Straussians. Pat Buchanan calls neoconservatism 'a globalist, interventionist, open borders ideology.'[158] The paleoconservatives argue that the 'neocons' are illegitimate interlopers in the conservative movement. As Stephen J. Tonsor said of former Marxists who, as 'neocons', had joined the conservative movement: 'It is splendid when the town whore gets religion and joins the church. Now and then she makes a good choir director, but when she begins to tell the minister what he ought to say in his Sunday sermons, matters have been carried too far.'
If nothing else I thought it was a humorous description of neocons.
Posted by General Ursus at 9:32 PM 1 comments
Labels: Paleoconservative, Wikipedia
Havin' The General visit for brief days recently and wave all his fancy tobacky around, it was tough bummin' a Camel Light the other day. Even goin' back to an American Spirit Blue tasted like a Swisher or somethin'.
So seein' the Hamm's Bear bumblin' around (and remembering the last couple of times I've drunk the stuff) made me think: how low do you go? What Would You Drink? If you'd just been livin' single malt high off your tax refund would you turn down a free can of Milaukee's Best Light? A GPC?
Hmmmm, a GPC chased by The Beast...
Posted by Dert at 7:41 PM 1 comments
I'm usually not much on blonde's but this time I'll make an exception.
Posted by Silvio Dante at 2:36 AM 2 comments
I always wished my dad would switch from Coors (in the tan can), to Hamm's because of these commercials.
Whatever happened to the days of marketing adult products to children via cartoons, riding in the back of pickup trucks, and not having to come home until the streetlights came on?
Posted by Dennis at 10:04 PM 3 comments
Sorry there isn't better quality.
"People try to make me sound a lot weird."
Posted by Dert at 6:43 PM 5 comments
Labels: Crispin Glover, elevator shoes, Letterman, Rubin and Ed
"Do I have to spell it out? C-H-E-E-S-E..."
Posted by Ray at 7:49 PM 3 comments
A shout out to Silvio.
Wow, I don't remember Connie Selleca being so hot.
Posted by Dennis at 8:30 PM 2 comments
I always thought Andy Kaufman did the best Elvis impersonation, because it's sincere and completely without irony. It's weird seeing Latka talking with Johnny Cash, huh?
Posted by Ray at 11:31 PM 2 comments