Day: November 28, 2008

  • Lukewarm Links

    I enjoy music.  Sometimes there are songs out there that have a deep, personal meaning.  Then I realize that the song isn't exactly what I thought it was about.  Here are six songs that don't mean what you may think they mean.  I think my favorite misconception on the list is the number 1 song by John Mellencamp.  I find it funny that a couple of his song makes people feel so patriotic when in actuality he is singing about how horrible situations in America have become.  One song that didn't make the list that doesn't mean what I thought it meant is "God Only Knows" by The Beach Boys.  I love the song and it sounds like a perfect love song where a guy is singing to a girl about how he wouldn't know what his life would be like without her.  The truth is Brian Wilson is singing about a doctor that wrote him prescriptions without question.  Brian needed the drugs and said that God only knows what I'd be like without the script writing doc.  It broke my heart when I learned that.

    I'm sure all of us have had jobs that we may not be so proud of later on in life.  Here is a list of six musicians who aren't too proud of some of their early work.  I really can't tell who would be the worst but I know Tori Amos fans that would be critical of her inclusion on this list.

    I'll admit it, I enjoy a good cover song from time to time.  Here is a list of 20 of the worst cover songs of all time.  Guns N Roses cover of "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" might raise a few eyebrows.  When I was in grade school, I had a friend that worshipped Axl Rose and I played him the Bob Dylan version of "Knockin' on Heaven's Door".  My friend started crying and screaming that this Bob Dylan was a thief and that Axl Rose had to put a stop to this at all costs.  Then I showed that Dylan wrote the song.  "Well Axl should still kick his ass."  I think Madonna's cover of "American Pie' deserves to be called the worst cover of all time with Limp Bizkit's cover of "Behind Blue Eyes" coming in second place.

    I posted a link to a story from Nebraska about a man who had been going around leaving impressions of his greasy ass on windows of houses, stores, and churches.  Well the dreaded But Bandit has been apprehended.  He was caught in the act.  I bet his family is so proud.

    So we got Rick-Rolled at the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade.  Well now you can Rick Roll your friends with this handy cell phone text message thingee.  Check it out here.

    Do you have a nerd on your Christmas list but do not know what to buy them.  Are they a Star Wars fan?  Well if you answered yes to both questions then maybe you should check out the Darth Vader Toaster.  You can make toast have an impression of Darth Vader.  This truly is the greatest time in which to live!

    Looking for a word of the day calendar?  Don't really want a calendar but just want to learn a new word every day?  Check out the word a day website.

    This is The Sheep Market.  I find it amusing and a great time killer.  Click on a sheep and watch how it is drawn.  So simple, so lovable, so fluffy.

    I have been thinking of trying out for Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader despite my hatred and sheer contempt for Jeff Foxworthy.  Earlier this season they had their first million dollar winner.  The lady who won kept a few thousand dollars for herself and gave the rest to the schools of Georgia.  After reading this story, I'm sure she wants to rethink that donation.

    Have you ever thought of taking nude pictures of yourself and sending them to your significant other through the cell phone?  Read this story first.  First, whatever you do don't leave your phone with the pics at McDonald's.  Second, don't take the photos with a cell phone camera.  I hope to hell I never leave my mobie at a McDonald's otherwise those videos of me doing naked jumping jacks will surely hit the web.

    From time to time, I enjoy wikipedia.  I recently found a new site called dickipedia which documents some of the worst dicks in history.  There are no penises on this site, just horrible people.

    Was it P.T. Barnum that once said, "There's a sucker born every minute."?  Well if anyone buys this item on eBay, then you are a sucker.

    Someone please arrest this woman for animal cruelty. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle poodle?  What the hell are you taking to make you think of that?

    Take that thinspo people!
      I always hated that saying "Big girls need lovin' too".  According to the study, they are getting more loving than the thinspo girls.  Sometimes karma can be a cold bitch to some and then to others it makes me feel orgasmic.  I laughed so hard when I read that report.

    I am thinking I need a new look for my blog and a new theme.  How about this?  Maybe I could change it to the Daily Beaver(innuendo alert)

    Read the URL first and then be prepared to be shattered.

    This is a disgusting story complete with xrays.  At least the child has recovered.  I can't believe he has full vision.  That is truly amazing.  Note to any parents with small children, keep your keys off the floor and out of reach.

    This is why I do not want to teach elementary school.  Who do we blame for this attack?  My guess is the blame will fall on video games.

    Well that is all for this week.

  • Tattoo Thursday...a day late

    So last night I fell asleep around 9:30 and woke up at 1:30 so I didn't really have to time or stamina to post this.

    This one is about as fake as Paris Hilton and just as crappy.

    And you thought that you were an annoying Misfits fan.

    You're proud because?

    At first I thought these were some sort of French water color impressionist tattoos but then I realized they were crap.  Is it me or does the tattoo on his right leg look like Phillip Seymour Hoffman?

    This tattoo brings new meaning to the phrase, "thumbing a ride".

    Yes, that's true, but I will freely judge this tattoo.

    This tattoo also serves as a lifetime pass to steal hamburgers.

    This guy's tattoo is quite popular at the military checkpoints in Iraq.

    The new WORST TATTOO EVER!

    This tattoo is the epitome of crap.

    I'd love to hear the thought process behind getting your tongue tattooed black.

    See I told you they were gay.

    Well I have some coming.

  • Poetry

    I love the poetry that people write here on Xanga and I also love all the recommended poems.  It always makes me jealous.  I used to be able to write poetry.   In fact in college I had a poetry class and the professor referred to me as "his poet" for the rest of college and even after graduation.  I think I lost some of that ability the time I flipped my car off a 30 foot cliff and was knocked out for a long period of time.  Anyway I found some poems that I enjoy.

    "Please Fondle Me" author unknown but shows up around 1905 but could be much older.

    Put your arms around me, darling,
    Kiss my cheeks until I blush,
    Tickle me until I tremble,
    If I murmur, make me hush.
     
    Keep your arms around me, darling,
    Put your hand within my breast,
    Take me to your bedroom, darling,
    Give to me what I love best.

    Give it to me, lovely darling!
    You can please me if you try –
    Keep it up a little longer,
    Do it good and let me die!

    Drive it up into my belly!
    Fuck me ’til I faint away!
    Try and tear my cunt wide open,
    Break it off and let it stay.

    "That Portion of a Woman" by Alan Patrick Herbert

    That portion of a woman that appeals to man’s depravity
    Is constructed with considerable care,
    And what appears to you to be a simple little cavity
    Is really an elaborate affair.

    And doctors of distinction who’ve examined these phenomena
    In numbers of experimental dames,
    Have made a list of all the things in feminine abdomena,
    And given them delightful Latin names.

    There’s the vulva, the vagina, and the jolly perinium;
    The hymen (which is found in many brides),
    And lots of little gadgets you would love if you could see ‘em:
    The clitoris and lord knows what besides.

    What a pity then it is, that when we common people chatter
    Of the mysteries to which I have referred,
    We should use for such a delicate and complicated matter
    Such a very short and unattractive word.

    "Don Pringello's Tale: The Fellowship of the Holy Nuns, or, The Monk's Wise Judgement" by John Hall Stevenson

    There is a noble town, called Ghent,
    A city famous for its wares,
    For Priests and Nuns, and Flanders mares,
    And for the best of fish in Lent.

    There you may see, threat’ning destruction,
    A hundred forts and strong redoubts,
    Just like Vauban’s, with ins and outs,
    And covered-ways of love’s construction.

    In one, constructed as above,
    There dwelt two Nuns of the same age,
    Join’d like two birds in the same cage,
    Both by necessity and love.

    In towns of idleness and sloth,
    Where the chief trade is tittle-tattle,
    Though Priests are commoner than cattle,
    They had but one between them both.

    Our Nuns should have had two at least,
    In Ghent they’re common as great guns:
    Which made it hard upon our Nuns,
    And harder still upon the Priest.

    But he was worthy of all praise,
    With spreading shoulders and a chest,
    A leg, a chine, and all the rest,
    Like Hercules of the Farnese.

    Amongst the Nuns there was a notion,
    That these two Sisters were assigned
    To him, for a severer kind
    Of penitential devotion.

    His penance lasted a whole year;
    And he had such a piece of work,
    If it had been for turning Turk,
    It could not have been more severe.

    Our Nuns, which is no common case,
    Living together without jangling,
    All on a sudden fell a wrangling
    About precedency and place.

    They both with spleen were like to burst,
    Like two proud Misses when they fight,
    At an Assembly, for the right
    Of being taken out the first.

    Before the Priest they made this clatter;
    Between them both he was perplexed,
    And studied to find out a Text,
    To end the controverted matter.

    Children, said he, scratching his sconce,
    I should be better pleased than you,
    Could I divide myself in two,
    And satisfy you both at once.

    Angels, perhaps, may have such powers;
    But it is fit and seasonable,
    That you should be more reasonable,
    Whilst you’re with Beings such as ours.

    Be friends, and listen to the Teacher;
    Cease your vain clamour and dispute;
    Be ye like little fishes mute,
    Before Saint Anthony the Preacher.

    To end at once all disputation,
    I’ll set my back against that gate,
    And there produce, erect and straight,
    The cause of all your altercation.

    But first you both shall hooded be,
    Both so effectually blinded,
    ‘Twill be impossible to find it,
    Except by Chance or Sympathy.

    Which of you first, be it agreed,
    The rudder of the Church can seize,
    Like Peter’s Vicar with his keys,
    Shall keep the helm, and have the lead;
    She shall go first, I mean to say,
    And have precedence every day.

    The Nuns were tickled with the jest,
    They were content; and he contrived
    To give the helm, for which they strived,
    To her that managed it the best.

    "The Washing Rhyme" a nursery rhyme from England that predates 1846

    They that wash on Monday
    Have all the week to dry;
    They that wash on Tuesday
    Are not so much awry;
    They that wash on Wednesday
    Are not so much to blame;
    They that wash on Thursday,
    Wash for shame;
    They that wash on Friday,
    Wash in need;
    And they that wash on Saturday,
    Oh! they’re sluts indeed.

    Let's see what's on the docket...going to do a tattoo and links post this afternoon and then if time is right, I'll get my celebrity round up posted this evening if not I'll get it posted some time tomorrow while I'm doing laundry...

    I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  I was going to make a snarky comment about this bird being one that I'd like to eat but I'm sure most of you already know that is one of my proclivities.  Is it any wonder seeing how verbose I am?