<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369</id><updated>2011-12-15T15:40:31.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Me talk (well, type actually.) You read, then listen to what I tell you to listen to. Got it? talk (well, type actually), read, listen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>463</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-2437245421755741345</id><published>2009-05-18T11:24:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:08:36.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is about the music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/ShF6BL5RIGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BTqjh2DW5jM/s1600-h/Baloney%26Mayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/ShF6BL5RIGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BTqjh2DW5jM/s400/Baloney%26Mayo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337181194202194018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man. I've heard some cool covers in my day but D A M N ! if this doesn't take the cake. The only thing wrong with the original version of Tom Sawyer by RUSH is Geeedy Lees' terrible voice. With that gone, it's remarkably better, but play it by a Jazz Trio with mad mad skillz and you realize what jazz was meant to be. The excitement of music you know -- of music you've been raised on -- being all fucked with, played better, stronger, faster then ever before, that is what got people into Jazz in the first place. I can feel it here, that feeling they must have felt in the 30s, 40s &amp;amp; 50s. This whole album is loaded with it. Tears for fears, David Bowie... and you would never believe what they did to Chariots of Fire... the baseline, holy moses the base line. Fuck! I might send it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best news is they are coming to Halifax. I near shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is vibrant and alive, this can engage an audience in the same way Jazz used to and now (mostly) doesn't. This is the way it was and the way it should be... amazing, improvised, reinvention, of our own music, nothing fucking stale about this shit. I'm fucking ready to have my brains blown out by this show, I don't think it's gonna fucking dis-a-mutherfucking-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Tom Sawyer" by The Bad Plus off their 2007 album "Prog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: They are coming to Halifax. (There is so much shit on YouTube, dig it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-2437245421755741345?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifJW1BX9VrM&amp;feature=related' title='This one is about the music.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/2437245421755741345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=2437245421755741345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2437245421755741345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2437245421755741345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-one-is-about-music.html' title='This one is about the music.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/ShF6BL5RIGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BTqjh2DW5jM/s72-c/Baloney%26Mayo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-8326564074487225557</id><published>2009-01-20T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:25:45.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All that Guff</title><content type='html'>Though I'm a little sick of the "this historic day" frenzy, there is something I gotta say about this historic day. For all the guff the US gets about its' "main problem" being race, this shows it's true colours and that that's all crap. Lets see the french, german, british, japanese whoever get a black leader. Not bloody likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there can be no doubt that the US has shown them, that they have turned a corner. Not only in the way that where for the last eight years we have seen the worst the US has to offer, it's ugly, greedy, violent, ignorant, arrogant side and now with a single democratic act shown evidence of change, evidence of  a mature people, an accepting people and a choice to step away from that ugly recent past. But also a corner is turned in terms of the history of a country, and for a country that has made such an impact on the history of the world, with such a history of firsts, this first is particularly powerful. If this man who would be king, was born 200 years ago in the United States would have likely been born into slavery, matured into a slave and died unknown. 140 years after a civil war to free all people, 40 years after a civil rights crusade to make all people equal, we have a US president, a black one, elected by all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this democratic act shows American to be a people more mature than expected, which is nice. Let's hope they've finally elected a government worthy of them, so far, the outlook is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Bye Bye Badman" by The Stone Roses off their 1989 debut album "The Stone Roses".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Fact: In 1996, Johnny Squire finally left the band (to form the Seahorses) breaking it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-8326564074487225557?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.whitehouse.gov/' title='All that Guff'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/8326564074487225557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=8326564074487225557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8326564074487225557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8326564074487225557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-that-guff.html' title='All that Guff'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-8398784296617669626</id><published>2009-01-10T17:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:23:20.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money buys a better shower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SWkf0QOc3HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BWIX_Rz7uCo/s1600-h/NoWayToGetAhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SWkf0QOc3HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BWIX_Rz7uCo/s400/NoWayToGetAhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289794219892595826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everytime I get in the shower I feel like kicking Caleb in the balls. Everytime I get in the shower I know, without a doubt, that progression is a fact. Life is getting better generation after generation, incrementally better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are out-of-touch idiots out there (many of them are my friends who I love dearly) who do not think this is so. You can give all kinds of examples like Child mortality rate (burying your child is probably the saddess act in a human life), fucking SOAP! (which is surprisingly new invention, without which... I can't even really imagine the horrible pervasive smell of humanity.. ick) Chocolate!! c'mon! Jesus never ate chocolate, no roman emporers, none of them it's from the 'new world' some with tomatoes, suger, potatoes and corn. What a shitty life! or how no fucking salt on your food. jesus. salt was worth the same as gold for thousands of years... jesus. Forget medical advances... anyway. They all say no no no.. blah blah buh-blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Get in the fucking shower. That is some Goooood shit. See how happy you are without a shower or any use of indoor plumbing or hot water for a year. Any of us who survive, would bearly survive and it would be an utterly stinky, labour intensive, year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well the shower just got better, but you have to be a zillionaire to have one they are 25,000 CND for one of these '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kositalia.com/eng/homepage.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;shower cabins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'. (go to products, then shower cabins, especially check out image 2 of the 'geo-tray'. OooOOoooh maaaaaaan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Man-o-man, it's the best reason to sell-out I've seen in my whole G.D. life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The future is now people. Again, life just got better (to all those who can afford it.) Of course it's from Italy, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Postcards From Italy" by Beirut off their 2006 album "Gulag Orkestar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Zach Condon is the grandson of jazz guitarist Eddie Condon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-8398784296617669626?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.cnet.com/8301-13577_3-10136679-36.html' title='Money buys a better shower.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/8398784296617669626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=8398784296617669626' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8398784296617669626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8398784296617669626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2009/01/money-buys-better-shower.html' title='Money buys a better shower.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SWkf0QOc3HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BWIX_Rz7uCo/s72-c/NoWayToGetAhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-6177512181812636078</id><published>2009-01-05T15:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:26:30.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Science Skillz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SWbD2i1QxmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XMuKgg1aBoA/s1600-h/Mr.+Edwards....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SWbD2i1QxmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XMuKgg1aBoA/s400/Mr.+Edwards....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289130154223781474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HOLY HANNA you will never believe the names of the course I'm presently enrolled in... Neurocomputing, Genetic Algorithms, Machine Learning. So, in a nutshell I'm making the terminator, er, I mean, computers which are based on the functions/ behaviours of the human brain (computational neuroscience), programs which can replicate themselves and struggle for survival and dominance in a given environment (genetic programming) and that learn (Machine Learning)... so yeah, give me some miltary funding and I'm building skynet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should be looking out for Sarah Connor's little red laser sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do it? Not because I can. But because it would get me published. Isn't that sad. That would be an awesome answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Minutes:&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do it? Why did you build the deathray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who ruined everything:&lt;br /&gt;Well... it was the only Research Assistant position left and tuition these days is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Minutes:&lt;br /&gt;So you ruined everything for 2000/ month? Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who ruined everything:&lt;br /&gt;no, no. It was only 1500/ month, like I said it was the last RA position I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, get your family and friends on the sotd list cuz this list is going to be the "safe list", the "do not destroy list" when I make ED-109 or Hal or Skynet or the Matrix. Fair warning humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FREAKIN' Mad Scientist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Ego Tripping At The Gates Of Hell" by The Flaming Lips off their 2002 album "Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; In 1993, They lip-synched performance on the teen soap opera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Beverly Hills 90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, where supporting character Steve Sanders (portrayed by actor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:wpftxqwald0e" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ian Ziering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;) uttered the immortal words, "You know, I've never been a big fan of alternative music, but these guys rocked the house!" (!!!!) Awesome or WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-6177512181812636078?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cracked.com/article_16949_if-everything-in-life-came-with-warning-labels.html' title='Mad Science Skillz'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/6177512181812636078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=6177512181812636078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6177512181812636078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6177512181812636078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2009/01/mad-science-skillz.html' title='Mad Science Skillz'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SWbD2i1QxmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/XMuKgg1aBoA/s72-c/Mr.+Edwards....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-6957109851745085982</id><published>2008-12-22T13:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:27:17.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Villian thy name is Meatloaf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SU_a8wXTugI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LGEy9s5RaCE/s1600-h/SuckeringChumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SU_a8wXTugI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LGEy9s5RaCE/s400/SuckeringChumps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282681625238551042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When I was a kid my cousin Chris had Meatloaf's "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Bat_out_of_Hell.jpg"&gt;Bat Out of Hell&lt;/a&gt;". I looked at the cover and was sure it was the sounds of hell itself. I was sure I could never withstand whatever this diabolical "Meatloaf" clearly the spawn of hell, hath wraught upon the world. As sure as Saturday morning cartoons there would be no way my innocent ears to bear hearing these sounds of ruination, this music of the damned, it would change me for the worse, fovever. One look at that cover was all the proof I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was so right and so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Many many years later I heard those horrible, curséd sounds, I was shocked. That COVER! THAT cover... is for THAT music.... no... it can't be. IT CAN'T BE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was right it was the worst music I'd ever heard, and I was right it was ruination, it was the ruination of the human race. I expected Cannibal Corpse and got the Four Seasons. It was impossible. I was scared of the g.d four fucking seasons, my whole life. but "bitch tits" had "Two outta three ain't bad" and "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" on here... not "Creeping Death"... not "Leper Messaih"... not even "Crazy Train"... but some of the worst music ever EVER written:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/meat-loaf-lyrics/two-out-of-three-ain_t-bad-lyrics.html"&gt;...But you've been cold to me so long&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying icicles instead of tears&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is keep on telling you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you&lt;br /&gt;Now don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Cause two out of three ain't bad...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"The horror... The horror." It's fucking fucking fucking horrible. That fact that people listen to this at all breaks my heart. It causes my natural respect for the human race to dip below a requiste level to believe we are worth saving at all. Bath us in flame oh antichrist, start again, do over. So I was right it is from hell, I was right to be afraid of it. I betcha the devil is utterly un-cool. That's his last laugh. He is a whiney powerless fucking geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The fact that what I believed to be the "hardest" rock album cover of all time was really just two pieces of whitest crustless whitebread, the bookends of utter spiritual and emotional poverty, the empty, tastelessness husks, the outward component of an aesthetic equivalent of a ketchup sandwich. I  haven't judged a book by it's cover since. Oh 'tis a lesson I will neary forget. T'was the bitterest of teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Turn, Hellhound, Turn, BACK to the fires which spawn'd thee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Down To The River To Pray" performed by Alison Krauss from the soundtrack from 2000 film "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In 1983, when she was 12 years old, she won the Illinois State Fiddle Championship and the Society for the Preservation of Bluegrass in America named her the Most Promising Fiddler in the Midwest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-6957109851745085982?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Sd-j0rKeKw' title='Villian thy name is Meatloaf.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/6957109851745085982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=6957109851745085982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6957109851745085982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6957109851745085982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/villian-thy-name-is-meatloaf.html' title='Villian thy name is Meatloaf.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SU_a8wXTugI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LGEy9s5RaCE/s72-c/SuckeringChumps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-2048817202470881226</id><published>2008-12-21T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:59:11.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds in the Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SU-5Gs1AiBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/twiqhvjJpvo/s1600-h/WhataDunce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SU-5Gs1AiBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/twiqhvjJpvo/s400/WhataDunce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282644412692727826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm not a huge fan of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://silentbobspeaks.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Kevin Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; films but he has some Gems in those films to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0424345/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Clerks II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; which was not 'super-haha' for me but 'ok funny' but the funniest moments were very funny. They all surrounded the young innocent Elias and his interactions with snarky dirty-minded 30 something Randall. The best of the best, was when Elias admits to Randall that he hasn't had sex with his girl-friend because of the "Pussy Troll" her Christian parents put in her "pooter" to ensure her chastity, I laughed my hole off. When he said "Pillowpants" would bite his weiner off if he did, I nearly peed myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pillow%20pants"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PILLOWPANTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Brilliant. No french-kissing either or "Listerfiend" will bite off his tongue. Awesome. I think there was a butt troll too, I forget it's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting between the two main guys was just so flat it was hard to watch at times but there are certainly moments of brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in Mallrats, I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jason_Lee_%28actor%29"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;main guy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; ranting irritatingly (who am I to talk) posed, emotionally monotoned and dated. But the 'Stink-palm' still makes me hold back laughs. The "Stink-palm" is when you put the palm of your hand right on your asshole and rub it around for a while just before you give a big hand shake to someone you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Jambalaya (On The Bayou)" by Hank Williams off his 1952 compilations "40 Greatest Hits".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hank was buried in Montgomery, AL, three days later. His funeral drew a record crowd, larger than any crowd since Jefferson Davis was inaugurated as the President of the Confederacy in 1861.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-2048817202470881226?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgYhLIThTvk' title='Diamonds in the Rough'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/2048817202470881226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=2048817202470881226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2048817202470881226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2048817202470881226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/diamonds-in-rough.html' title='Diamonds in the Rough'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SU-5Gs1AiBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/twiqhvjJpvo/s72-c/WhataDunce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-409235215876022019</id><published>2008-12-17T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:07:18.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Salieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUcAL6eQuNI/AAAAAAAAADs/OnEZYAJAnVY/s1600-h/I...Have+to+kill+you....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUcAL6eQuNI/AAAAAAAAADs/OnEZYAJAnVY/s400/I...Have+to+kill+you....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280189292789938386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What a turd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sir Paul McBloodyCartney gets worse with every passing year. With every passing year he sees what a useless tit he is. His long life is his curse. It is a Joy to see him see how he will be remembered, watching him of him scratch at meaningfulness, clawing desperately to be seen as something more than a dipshit with a mostly useless talent for writing those oh so pretty love songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He is a modern day Salieri, his better days, his BEST days, his only days worth a damn, were in collaberation. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying John is Mozart, he wrote plenty of solo crapola, but clearly the he is more meaningful figure of the two, representing something a little more than vapid pop sentimentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You can argue that John doesn't deserve it or whatever but of the two John deserves it more than Knight of the douchenozzles, sir Paul, revisionist turd bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He fucking drives me nuts. All his vegan street cred he got from Linda, and promptly lost when he married that one-legged blondey before Linda's corpse was even cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;BTW I'm ranting about Sir Splogeater's claims that "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/3743977/Sir-Paul-McCartney-I-politicised-the-Beatles.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I politicised the Beatles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" Read this shitfeast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"For instance, Vietnam. Just when we were getting to be well known, someone said to me: 'Bertrand Russell is living not far from here in Chelsea, why don't you go and see him?' and so I just took a taxi down there and knocked on the door."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He added: "He was fabulous. He told me about the Vietnam war – most of us didn't know about it, it wasn't yet in the papers – and also that it was a very bad war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"He was fabulous"?!!? "A very bad war"?!?! oh yes very very naughty war, we shouldn't be having those should we, sir Paul. Fortunately there are all these FABULOUS people, a taxi ride away, just sitting about, waiting to tell people to tell you about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What a STEAMING pile of shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Piss Up A Rope" by Ween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;off their 1996 album "12 Golden Country Greats".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: For the tour supporting this album their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;backing unit was dubbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:dzfqxqealdke" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the Shit Creek Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(which included steel guitarist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:fcfpxqe5ldfe" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Stuart Basore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, guitarist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:d9fpxqqgldae" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Danny Parks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, fiddler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:3pftxqrgldhe" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hank Singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, and bassist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:gcfuxqlhld0e" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Matt Kohut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-409235215876022019?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086879/' title='Sir Salieri'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/409235215876022019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=409235215876022019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/409235215876022019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/409235215876022019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/sir-salieri.html' title='Sir Salieri'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUcAL6eQuNI/AAAAAAAAADs/OnEZYAJAnVY/s72-c/I...Have+to+kill+you....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-7257909358636914140</id><published>2008-12-15T16:30:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:24:40.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUbvaj4fZDI/AAAAAAAAADk/os309w2CJZQ/s1600-h/CallaCab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUbvaj4fZDI/AAAAAAAAADk/os309w2CJZQ/s400/CallaCab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280170852726301746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few new facts. According to the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/14/nyregion/14traffic.html?_r=1&amp;amp;scp=1&amp;amp;sq=traffic&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, the amount of overall traffic in New York City has decreased even though the total population has increased. Hmmm... what does that tell you? People are making due without the almighty automobile. It seems. Which brings me to a rare, logical conclusion... People are Awesome! I never get to think that, let alone say it. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you had any lingering doubts, the crime rate in the Big Apple has also dropped during this same time period and people, now feeling safe, are out and about in larger numbers than in previous years. SOoo if you were thinking people were just staying home and therefore there was less traffic as a result. Sorry dude. Again, I must conclude a most unlikeme thing... People are Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are taking the bus, taking the subway, walking, biking, running carpooling to an energy efficient foot stompin' greeny green tune. Screw you manufacturer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems another &lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt;suspicion&lt;/span&gt; I've had for many a year has been verified, validated and vindicated. Drivers are criminals. All of them. see SEE! I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the bus makes you smart (see Repoman). Walking makes you feel kindness and generous toward your fellow earthlings (try it, you'll see). Driving leads to ROAD RAGE!!! (read previous phrase with monster truck tone of voice). Running leads to serenity and &lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/14loxex.jpg"&gt;the occasional embarrassment.&lt;/a&gt; Did you know that 100% of ALL white collar criminals own/owned a drivers license? Did YOU? All of them. see SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single crime either you or I can think of, needs a car to commit: the 'high-speed' chase. the 'Hit-and-Run'. the 'carjack'. the 'drunken driving'. the 'auto-theft'. the 'drive-by shooting'. the 'poppa wheelie'. the 'doing doughnuts' (which is also fattening). do I REAALLY need to go on? All of them. see SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They simply *must* be stopped. (exit nutso Victorian school marm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for your reading pleasure my peeps. hmm... I think I'll drag on Zombie Week for a few more days, I keep forgetting to talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Haitian Fight Song" by Charles Mingus off his 1957 album "The Clown".&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: This song rocks. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t one of his concerts in Philadelphia -- and a memorial to a dead colleague at that -- he broke up the show by slamming the piano lid down, nearly smashing his pianist's hands, and then punched trombonist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:jifpxqt5ldte" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jimmy Knepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; in the mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;njoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-7257909358636914140?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/28223089#28223089' title='Car Crash'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/7257909358636914140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=7257909358636914140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7257909358636914140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7257909358636914140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/car-crash.html' title='Car Crash'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUbvaj4fZDI/AAAAAAAAADk/os309w2CJZQ/s72-c/CallaCab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-6022681904853519611</id><published>2008-12-13T10:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:16:07.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free market my hole.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUPfn604iUI/AAAAAAAAADc/yq_hX32WDKI/s1600-h/WorthlessInventions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUPfn604iUI/AAAAAAAAADc/yq_hX32WDKI/s400/WorthlessInventions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279309065107310914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2008/12/12/flaherty-deficit.html"&gt;Canadian Government wants to give 2-3 BILLION dollars&lt;/a&gt; to GM to stay in Canada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For every GM or Ford plant that closes a Honda or Toyota plant opens... so why are we doing this? They are not Canadian companies - they don't get my money - and these companies build a product people don't want - the don't get my money. Stick with the winning team, the winning teams are not from the U.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they may not survive EVEN IF they get our money! Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say even IF they get our money they will still have to close their North American plants for "a while" and they MAY go under anyway. no No NO! No money for you douchebags!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The market has spoken. You suck. Go away and let a company with vision and profits take your place. I hate this crap. It just shows you how deeply our economic system is soaked in Bullshit! The "Free market economy" story they tell us is crap. It's convenient story they tell every time the want to screw over the little guy or turn a blind-eye to the arts, and one they forget to tell every time they bailout some enormous earth-eating corporation or hand-out some government contract to their pals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I like zombies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Song of the Day "Surprise! You're Dead!" by Faith No More off their 1989 album "The Real Thing".&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Fact: Courtney Love was at one time the lead vocalist for Faith No More. No lie, in the early years, pre-1985.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-6022681904853519611?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.break.com/index/skills-with-a-15-ton-front-loader.html' title='Free market my hole.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/6022681904853519611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=6022681904853519611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6022681904853519611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6022681904853519611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-market-my-hole.html' title='Free market my hole.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUPfn604iUI/AAAAAAAAADc/yq_hX32WDKI/s72-c/WorthlessInventions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-4936862601431529383</id><published>2008-12-12T13:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:58:41.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking in the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUKlUX3Qp_I/AAAAAAAAADU/gB2R74AfQp8/s1600-h/Kiss+him+with+Lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 56px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUKlUX3Qp_I/AAAAAAAAADU/gB2R74AfQp8/s400/Kiss+him+with+Lightning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278963482653403122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was communism or economic doom and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/Economy/story?id=6439796"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;U.S. Senat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e chose doom. Either they had to buy-in and control the American auto industry or let it sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;glub-glub-glub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now the questions is Which one will sink first? I'm hoping GM. Ford says they are "ok for now" and Chyrsler is owned by the very rich uber-secretive privately owned Cerebus corporation. I would love to see GM sink electric car killing mutherfuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;American cars a a perfect representation of what is destroying the planet. Shit has got to change and jobs in shitty industries have to go. It's great news. That being said should one of these planet destroying monsters go under, an estimated 3 million jobs will be lost. HOLY shit that's a lot of jobless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Maybe communism is coming to the USA either road they take. If they can't take the business end of the competitive free economy the aspouse so patriotically, maybe they should change there tune. That fact is the there cars suck ass and they should sink. Many of those jobs will simply move to Toyota and Honda as they fill the void with there better product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In other Zombie-related news, Zombies eat brains so the can be happy dead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holytaco.com/if-i-die-bacon-related-death-id-it-be-because"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;we eat bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; so we can die happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Evil Ways" by Carlos Santana of his 1968 debut album "Santana". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:gjfpxqrgldte" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(239, 246, 248); color: rgb(108, 35, 54); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Carlos Santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was originally in his own wing of the Latin Rock Hall of Fame. (BTW the link under the title is semi-NSFW (sound only) in case you'd get fired for the words "Jizz in my pants" being repeated over and over and over.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-4936862601431529383?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pXfHLUlZf4' title='Sinking in the USA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/4936862601431529383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=4936862601431529383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/4936862601431529383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/4936862601431529383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/sinking-in-usa.html' title='Sinking in the USA'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SUKlUX3Qp_I/AAAAAAAAADU/gB2R74AfQp8/s72-c/Kiss+him+with+Lightning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-2452811792875947909</id><published>2008-12-02T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:07:29.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Zombie History.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STRz61W86dI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSGKvNc_P84/s1600-h/Ask+Chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STRz61W86dI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSGKvNc_P84/s400/Ask+Chuck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274968518150646226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ah the Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, the etymology is from the Louisiana Creole or Haitian Creole zonbi, of Bantu origin. A zonbi is a person who is believed to have died and been brought back to life without speech or free will. It is akin to the Kimbundu nzúmbe ghost. These words are approximately from 1871."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Why do people still give the wikipedia so much grief? We all use it. Those who are well situated in positions of authority are clearly threatened by the idea of relinquishing control of the definition of fact, and will do anything in their power to discredit it. Don't let them y'all. Their powers begin to fade, we can all see it. The threat is real and envitable. A real democracy is coming, you're watching it rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Gris-Gris Gumbo Ya Ya" by Dr. John Creaux (the Night Tripper) off his 1968 album "Gris-Gris".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;According to legend, this was hurriedly cut with leftover studio time from a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(35, 39, 108);"&gt;Sonny &amp;amp; Cher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-2452811792875947909?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theonion.com/content/node/38541/' title='A little Zombie History.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/2452811792875947909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=2452811792875947909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2452811792875947909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2452811792875947909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-zombie-history.html' title='A little Zombie History.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STRz61W86dI/AAAAAAAAADM/gSGKvNc_P84/s72-c/Ask+Chuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-5075043644986343463</id><published>2008-12-01T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:09:37.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster Zombiecat Kill Kill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STRSRDp-AlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Kyw-KVJXHpw/s1600-h/Immortality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STRSRDp-AlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Kyw-KVJXHpw/s400/Immortality.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274931516550283858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zombies are best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slow shambling death which catches you if your unaware. which mauls you if you try going out on a limb to help others; which leaves you all alone -- surrounded by impending death pounding on the door, moaning through the walls -- if you don't. It can smell you, it wants you, to eat your life and turn you into it's agent. You can hide for a while, but by human nature, inevitably, someone makes a mistake, some careless act.. lets... Them... IN! AAAAAAA! FOOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finds us all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will find you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can run and it will slowly chase you. You can hear the undead groan as the mob gets closer. The mob come for us all and eventually we succumb. Unless we, by our own hand, do ourselves in. To prevent the horror of the afterlife, we must embrace it, cease to fear the end and take our life into our own hands... or get on a helicopter and escape to a desert island where there are no dead people. Which is a lame Hollywood ending and a much more marketable conclusion. I guess Sartre was right, Hell IS other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the reasons why I hate "fast zombies", they totally miss the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess now in the information age everything is *soooo* fast we have to speed up the zombies or we get bored. Or maybe we believe we are *soooo* advanced that those "lame 60s slow zombies" are no real threat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubris! Hubris I tell you. It is that very hubris that causes our demise. The fear of death leads to madness and to screaming irrationality. Give those irrational ones a chance, a little piece of power, and they'll ruin it for everyone. They pound on the door of us all, but only the careless let them in. It's creeping slowness makes us believe we can handle it, that we've got it under control. And when we get comfortable, when we feel safe, then are we our most vulnerable, most at risk. For it's window of opportunity is opened by inattention, carelessness and comfort. It is then, quiet slow breathless cold death comes from the shadows and...  BWHAHAHAHAHAAA! DOOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fear them too much we act irrationally, When we fear them too little we become careless. It's a sticky situation to avoid the zombie, let me tell you, I've given it plenty of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow is awesome. That's the way it should be. So mote it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like zombie bite. A bite full of the disease of death. Which slowly takes you and turns you into one of them, not a fast crazy disease that takes you in a second, death is a much classier a unstoppable truth than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Aese's Death" by Edvard Grieg from his 1888 Peer Gynt Suite for Orchestra No.1 Opus 46. Though originally composed in 1867 as incidental music for the Ibsen play of the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Edvard Grieg and Henrik Ibsen were friends and creative partners. This Orchestral Suite is extracted from the incidental music to &lt;a href="http://allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=41:30941"&gt;Ibsen&lt;/a&gt;'s play, &lt;i&gt;Peer Gynt&lt;/i&gt;. Of the four pieces this is the 3rd least famous. "Morning Mood" and "In the Hall of the Mountain King" are recognizable immediately to most modern listeners. What is crazy is I never made the connection. I never realized these pieces were written to be performed together. Theatre degree don't fail me now! *sputter* *sputter* *pop* *fizzle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-5075043644986343463?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Jean-Paul_Sartre_FP.JPG' title='Faster Zombiecat Kill Kill!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/5075043644986343463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=5075043644986343463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/5075043644986343463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/5075043644986343463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/12/faster-zombiecat-kill-kill.html' title='Faster Zombiecat Kill Kill!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STRSRDp-AlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Kyw-KVJXHpw/s72-c/Immortality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-3038142608653759597</id><published>2008-11-30T14:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:09:48.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live BRAAAAINS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STMdLTSQQxI/AAAAAAAAACk/PHWtnX3PVwQ/s1600-h/juggling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STMdLTSQQxI/AAAAAAAAACk/PHWtnX3PVwQ/s400/juggling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274591668573586194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(That picture from the previous post -- is awesome -- and seems so completely without possible explanation and at the same time utterly perfect. Man doesn't have head. Man wants head. Man cuts off a head. Here is a man who knows what he wants ans knows how to get it. Head &amp;amp; Halberd will travel. Pretty simple.  It's from the infamous 60s-70s B&amp;amp;W Warren publication "CREEPY". Anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAINS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to thank &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089907/"&gt;Return of the Living Dead&lt;/a&gt; for that one. Fucking brilliant. Little do you all know that this 1985 horror-comedy masterpiece was written by the best friend of John Carpenter and writer of sci-fi masterpiece Alien, Dan O'Bannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tina... teeeeeena... I can smell your brains..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good. It's got punks and zombie-punk strip teases, people slowly turning to zombies, zombies trying to eat their girlfriends... ah un-death does complicate love, but what doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Send... more... paramedics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every good movie from the 80s it's got nuclear holocaust. It's got the split dog. It's got Burt, Frank and Freddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burt: I thought you said if we destroyed the brain, it'd die?&lt;br /&gt;Frank: It worked in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;Burt: Well, it ain't workin' now, Frank!&lt;br /&gt;Freddy: You mean the movie lied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa gore. Mobs of undead brain eaters. I had the Glow-in-the-Dark poster of it on my wall back in the Dartmouth days. My DVD case of it Glows-In-The-Dark still. So 80s. So awesome. And it's got the wicked evil explanations of zombie quality of (un)life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie: Why do you eat people?&lt;br /&gt;Corpse: Not people. Brains.&lt;br /&gt;Ernier: Brains only?&lt;br /&gt;Corpse: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ernie: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Corpse: The PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Ernie: What about the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Corpse: The pain of being DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;Ernie: [laughing in surprise to his friends] It hurts... to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;Corpse: I can feel myself rotting.&lt;br /&gt;Ernie: Eating brains... How does that make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Corpse: It makes the pain go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT DAMN!  I need to watch it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Broken Face" by the Pixies of their 1997 Live album "Death to the Pixies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: I've sent so many damn pixies songs I'm all out... Except they had a reunion tour in 2004 and I have yet to hear the album. I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-3038142608653759597?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o' title='Live BRAAAAINS!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/3038142608653759597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=3038142608653759597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/3038142608653759597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/3038142608653759597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/11/live-braaaains.html' title='Live BRAAAAINS!!!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STMdLTSQQxI/AAAAAAAAACk/PHWtnX3PVwQ/s72-c/juggling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-6939542350960298485</id><published>2008-11-29T13:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:25:47.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STIjAzvvi_I/AAAAAAAAACc/FiBSFAwVmKo/s1600-h/SHHAAKKK%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STIjAzvvi_I/AAAAAAAAACc/FiBSFAwVmKo/s400/SHHAAKKK%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274316610401700850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Zombies the most of all the scary-ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins Zombie week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night of the Living Dead is just awesome. Every Halloween I used to dress as a zombie, (except the time I dressed as a chick... what a mistake. or when I dyed my hair black and dressed as the devil... what a mistake. That SHIT does NOT wash out of your hair after 4 washings. BULLSHIT. It took MONTHS! Never trust those packaging bastards. It made my skin look awful,  as it slowly faded from black to brown to grey brown to lighter grey brown.. man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I used to watch Night of the Living Dead every Halloween, to help me get into character and because it was sooo awesome. I fell out of the habit, dunno why. I guess it had something to do with the Return of the Living like-a-student. So the Night(s) of the Living like-a-student were way less fun this time around. This time I was focused on my brains and less nightly shambling around looking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Surfin' Dead" by the Cramps of their 1983 album "Smell of Female".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The Cramps appeared on &lt;i&gt;Beverly Hills 90210&lt;/i&gt; in 1995. No Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-6939542350960298485?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/11883985?ordinalpos=7&amp;itool=EntrezSystem2.PEntrez.Pubmed.Pubmed_ResultsPanel.Pubmed_DefaultReportPanel.Pubmed_RVDocSum' title='Zombies!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/6939542350960298485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=6939542350960298485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6939542350960298485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6939542350960298485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/11/zombies.html' title='Zombies!!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STIjAzvvi_I/AAAAAAAAACc/FiBSFAwVmKo/s72-c/SHHAAKKK%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-3135131906311075960</id><published>2008-10-25T12:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:13:38.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutations Earthlings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SQNTvJ2VVHI/AAAAAAAAACU/I74XqLPA_Mk/s1600-h/MathWiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SQNTvJ2VVHI/AAAAAAAAACU/I74XqLPA_Mk/s400/MathWiz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261140859261637746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSTRE49L53Z20081022"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;. So aliens are real and governments knew and kept it from us "for our own safety" just like the crazyies have been saying forever. Well the official stories are starting to flow. Keep an eye out for these goodies, there'll be all kinds flowing down the pipe now that they've started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the earthing response is to try to blow it out of the sky. Nice friendly earthlings. What a bunch of dicks. Airplanes aren't good at making friends, especially military ones. Stupid military. Unlike the military, people on earth would like to meet these aliens and have a chat, come over for a beer and shoot the breeze. People like making friends, now - it seems - even more than they &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/cifamerica/2008/oct/23/internet-social-networking-facebook"&gt;like watching people having sex&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you meet an alien be nice, get there email and be their friend on facebook. THEN you can watch them have sex. It's the new order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Spacelab" by Kraftwerk of their 1978 album "The Man Machine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Fact: They are still together and making music, that is crazy. Their most recent album is called minimum/maximum and was released in 2005. Nutso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-3135131906311075960?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSTRE49L53Z20081022' title='Salutations Earthlings'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/3135131906311075960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=3135131906311075960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/3135131906311075960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/3135131906311075960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/10/salutations-earthlings.html' title='Salutations Earthlings'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SQNTvJ2VVHI/AAAAAAAAACU/I74XqLPA_Mk/s72-c/MathWiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-2016130945584448514</id><published>2008-10-14T17:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:11:31.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SPUK_UM_2FI/AAAAAAAAACE/u_KpwnrV9Io/s1600-h/RUTheDevil%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SPUK_UM_2FI/AAAAAAAAACE/u_KpwnrV9Io/s400/RUTheDevil%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257120222896183378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unless your going to vote for Stephen Harper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not like we have much choice. I don't really like any of them. I wish I could opt for "None of the Above", like from "Brewster's Millions" which would make them pick all new candidates. A kind of result button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Or an "Anybody but... FILL IN THE BLANK." This is all the say I get in this whole "Democracy" we have, which blows, and at least they could give me a 'comment' line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "The Sundown" by Ennio Morricone from his 1966 soundtrack "The Good, The Bad And The Ugly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he theme to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Good, the Bad and the Ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, made number two in the U.S. when it was covered by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;amp;sql=11:3pfixqw5ldte" style="cursor: pointer; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: rgb(244, 248, 239); color: rgb(35, 39, 108); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hugo Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(29, 27, 30); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-2016130945584448514?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.elections.ca/intro.asp?section=cir&amp;document=index&amp;lang=e' title='Don&apos;t forget to Vote!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/2016130945584448514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=2016130945584448514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2016130945584448514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/2016130945584448514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-forget-to-vote.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to Vote!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SPUK_UM_2FI/AAAAAAAAACE/u_KpwnrV9Io/s72-c/RUTheDevil%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-7268315031513256451</id><published>2008-10-10T09:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:13:51.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottom of the Barrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STMeI4uhfVI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q2p08yYzaNA/s1600-h/ChildOfSatan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STMeI4uhfVI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q2p08yYzaNA/s400/ChildOfSatan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274592726596287826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually a little bit like a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/09/mccain-palin-rally-attend_n_133240.html"&gt;This is a very ugly video&lt;/a&gt;. It simply shows the worst in people. If it was just one dumb guy or idiot woman or a few but there is a line of them taking turns yelling "commie faggot go back to Russia!" and "Obama is a terrorist!" I can't believe it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people need their hate? Why do they cling to it. This kind of ignorance is responsible for so much harm in this world. It turns my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Song of the Day "Blitzkrieg Bop" by the Ramones off their very first single from 1976. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Fact: Joey Ramone had OCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-7268315031513256451?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/09/mccain-palin-rally-attend_n_133240.html' title='Bottom of the Barrel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/7268315031513256451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=7268315031513256451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7268315031513256451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7268315031513256451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/10/bottom-of-barrel.html' title='Bottom of the Barrel'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/STMeI4uhfVI/AAAAAAAAACs/Q2p08yYzaNA/s72-c/ChildOfSatan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-7003380547325121261</id><published>2008-10-06T19:07:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:01:38.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Dork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOqT0el6NqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JXnOL55Aiuk/s1600-h/HomelySquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOqT0el6NqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JXnOL55Aiuk/s400/HomelySquare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254174445055653538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dude. Sarah Palin is the most fun I've seen in a long time. I'm greedy for video clips of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8__aXxXPVc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;meaningless gibberish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, her playing the squarest, whitest song ever written on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0OZ9W2K_z0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the flute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, in her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSdFIDygFwM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;bathing suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, on her view of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nokTjEdaUGg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;russia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quhbzGoOaX0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;reading habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, and CNN making fun of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeMypXCUWMw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sarah Palin vs Tina Fey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think I laugh out of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I possibility that this is a potential world leader is beyond words. While don't we just let a Dalmation run the country? What difference would it make?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Most shocking to me is she has changed my mind on Bush. Sarah Palin has made Bush look good by comparison. Honest to god if it was a choice between the two of them I would choose Bush. She has done truly done the impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day "Amazing Grace/America The Beautiful" performed by Anthony Molinaro And Howard Levy off their 2003 album "Live".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Carlin" title="George Carlin" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; performed a satirical version on his 1972 album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Class_Clown" title="Class Clown" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Class Clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, when environmental issues were becoming a hot political topic: "Oh beautiful, for smoggy skies, insecticided grain/ For strip-mined mountain's majesty above the asphalt plain./ America, America, man sheds his waste on thee/ And hides the pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-7003380547325121261?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QIGJTHdH50' title='Queen Dork'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/7003380547325121261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=7003380547325121261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7003380547325121261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7003380547325121261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/10/queen-dork.html' title='Queen Dork'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOqT0el6NqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JXnOL55Aiuk/s72-c/HomelySquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-8842546495983920191</id><published>2008-09-30T18:45:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:51:45.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOKtMdE_HhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Feby5xAayzI/s1600-h/Weirdies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOKtMdE_HhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Feby5xAayzI/s400/Weirdies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251950544942997010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What G.D. Century is it? There are Honest to Jesus Pirates sailing the seas off Somalia. If that isn't absurd enough they captured a shipment of 33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-72"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Russian T-72 tanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. But just to prove that this is "just not happening" I read this quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080930/ap_on_re_af/af_somalia_piracy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"A spokesman for the pirates said the shootout report was false."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Since when do PIRATES (think "ARRRG! me Maties!" with me for a moment) have a spokesperson. Do they have a Lawyer on retainer too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok its the 21rst Century and we have Pirates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nope. doesn't fit. I'm picturing aliens and moonbases and rocket cars and I'm getting Pirates with Spokepeople saying non-pirate things like "no one was hurt" and "We were celebrating Eid"  (If you don't know what Eid is just think Muslim Christmas...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What the HELL! These guys are not living up to my Scourge of the Sea ideal one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They are breaking my little pirate heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A Criminal Mind" by Gowan off his 1985 self-title debut album "Strange Animal".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crazy Fact: Lawrence Gowan is presently the Lead Singer of Styx. And yes, Styx plays "A Criminal Mind" in concert now. No Freakin' Lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-8842546495983920191?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClzboDAFTwQ' title='Pirates!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/8842546495983920191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=8842546495983920191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8842546495983920191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8842546495983920191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/pirates.html' title='Pirates!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOKtMdE_HhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Feby5xAayzI/s72-c/Weirdies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-8643362375351552159</id><published>2008-09-29T17:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:14:11.079-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The U.S.S.A... almost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOFFGapziEI/AAAAAAAAABs/FOgHj_HFUw4/s1600-h/Russia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOFFGapziEI/AAAAAAAAABs/FOgHj_HFUw4/s400/Russia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251554617026906178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The US is going commie! The governments buying the banks! Oh wait no there just giving them money 700 billion at a time. And getting nothing but bad debt in return. It's the smart move. Riiiight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was gonna write... but the bill got defeated again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly we are all supposed to panic and scream the sky is falling. I can't help but rejoice, it's in me and it just has to come out. YAAAAAY! No tax payer likes this idea one fucking bit. I'm not even an American and the idea makes me ill. On a gut level this shit is wrong. I say screw 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read 2 awesome things as a result of this 'crisis'. First of all republican are voting it down because &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080929/ap_on_bi_ge/financial_meltdown"&gt;"it's an election year and I don't want to lose my job."&lt;/a&gt; FUCK! It should be an election year every year and we would ACTUALLY live in a democracy. I forget the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these rich bastards are screwing themselves. The stock market is dropping because people are selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I selling? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you selling? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause we have no fucking STOCK! All those greedy rich bastards are selling each others shit like it's on 8 track tape, pulling each other into the toilet (where the rest of us live) and I'm supposed to cry about it. Hey collectively crying Rich guy STOP SELLING! Oh wait your all selfish rich bastards who only look out for only yourself, right right. That's how you got so damn rich in the first place, right right. You'll drive that profit motive mobile right into the fucking sewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not take the 700 Billion dollars and buy some houses, then people don't default and banks get flush with cash. Seriously, at 200,000 per house that's 3 MILLION 5 HUNDRED THOUSAND HOUSES. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the people, play the lottery. We the people, would fucking LOVE that kinda bill. Make a list of every morgage that has 200,000 or less left on it. Pick out 3.5 million of them and pay them off. BOOM! Done. If there is on average 4 people living in each house thats at least 14 million very happy Americans. Banks have money to lend, People have money freed up to spend. HORAAAY! Happy economy. Call it the 'trickle up effect.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the US "We the People" Government doesn't see it "line up with their interests". No surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "This Land is Your Land" by Sharon Jones &amp;amp; The Dap Kings off their 2005 Album "Naturally."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Fact: Sharon Jones worked as a corrections officer at New York's Rykers Island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-8643362375351552159?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://digg.com/business_finance/Rep_KUCINICH_And_This_Is_The_System_We_re_Saving' title='The U.S.S.A... almost.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/8643362375351552159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=8643362375351552159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8643362375351552159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8643362375351552159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/ussa-almost.html' title='The U.S.S.A... almost.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SOFFGapziEI/AAAAAAAAABs/FOgHj_HFUw4/s72-c/Russia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-3578701513263368717</id><published>2008-09-27T15:29:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:16:13.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and Cool Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SN729mUdcjI/AAAAAAAAABk/ixnIR6rVNJc/s1600-h/ImFine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SN729mUdcjI/AAAAAAAAABk/ixnIR6rVNJc/s400/ImFine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250905753679393330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul Newman died of lung cancer today at 83.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be gay to see that Paul Newman was one hell of a handsome man. Even when he got old he was still a looker. How awesome can a guy be? Hated Hollywood bullshit, never cheated (once said "Why go out for a hamburger when you can stay home and have steak"). Stood up for his beliefs against the Veitnam war. Created multi-million dollar charities. Why can't there be a few more of these guys sprinkled around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Fast Eddie, we are glad you stopped by. You were one of the good one for sure. If you're looking for a movie tonight try out one of these three (I'll pick only three):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Verdict" (1982)&lt;br /&gt;Number two courtroom drama of all time to be sure. A broken failure clings to his last chance at redemption through a storm of alcohol and loathing. Slowly paced, understated and solid. Sidney Lumet directs. James Mason is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" (1958)&lt;br /&gt;Script by Tennesse Williams. Elizabeth taylor is SMOKING HOT is an understatement. Either one of those reasons should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool Hand Luke." (1967)&lt;br /&gt;Prison film. Probably the best of all his films. Famous quote from this movie: "What we have here is a failure to communicate." If you haven't seen this see it... will not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Moving Pictures Silent Films" by the Great Lake Swimmers off their 2003 album "Great Lake Swimmers."&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Regarding his spot on Richard Nixon's enemies list, Paul Newman said it is "the highest single honor I've ever received." Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-3578701513263368717?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/09/27/paul.newman.dead/' title='Fast and Cool Hands'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/3578701513263368717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=3578701513263368717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/3578701513263368717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/3578701513263368717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/fast-and-cool-hands.html' title='Fast and Cool Hands'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SN729mUdcjI/AAAAAAAAABk/ixnIR6rVNJc/s72-c/ImFine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-6844120296618191997</id><published>2008-09-23T15:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:05:15.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>When old sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNk4O2TaqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/4t5uzEHK-OI/s1600-h/FratPin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNk4O2TaqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/4t5uzEHK-OI/s400/FratPin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249288668423301234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought Weird Science. I'm scared to watch it. My brother and I *loved* it when we were barely teenagers. But so many question now that I'm old and it's old. Is Kelly Lebrock still hot? probably. Is she a good actor? doubtful. Does the script eat ass? That is SOOoo likely I think I'm scared to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put on the credits and turned it off. It is -- So -- Very -- 80s. I remember being a kid, looking at the seventies, thinking that it was absolutely redickyoulass that people in the seventies didn't know there clothes were horrible looking, then realizing that someday mine would look just as stupid. I remember trying to zone in on that which would be dated and having no clue... just no clue what was going to look "so 80s".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well no that it's a million years later I figured it out. It's everything. HOLY SHIT the HAIR! I've never seen hair so big... that is so not true I've seen the movie dozens of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it was SOOO funny when the 80s was now and I was a virgin. man. that was a long long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oddly when I listen to music from 1985 it makes this move much more bearable. ...Jesus I'm fucking Big Chill aged. How Horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Life in a Northern Town" by The Dream Academy off their 1985 debut album "The Dream Academy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Fact: This album was produced by David Gilmore (of Pink Floyd) and is in fact a elegy for Nick Drake. (Most importantly this song came out the same year as Weird Science.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-6844120296618191997?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPPj6viIBmU' title='When old sucks'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/6844120296618191997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=6844120296618191997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6844120296618191997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6844120296618191997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-old-sucks.html' title='When old sucks'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNk4O2TaqHI/AAAAAAAAABc/4t5uzEHK-OI/s72-c/FratPin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-4206862133086809458</id><published>2008-09-20T10:43:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:43:18.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Down Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNUG0UR134I/AAAAAAAAABU/SwCWtyspLPk/s1600-h/AccusingCatWail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNUG0UR134I/AAAAAAAAABU/SwCWtyspLPk/s400/AccusingCatWail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248108436636688258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funniest thing off all funny things is people falling down. Don't think so watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtCRWBRiU6w"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vFVnTMwt3w"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not sure why. I think it's because it's so unexpected. You can't see it coming. They didn't even see it coming. I think many tight-assed people mistake laughing at something for agreement. I think laughing has got a couple of different sources. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is definitely the laughing at/ humiliation to maintain pecking order kind. I think shock gets a lot of laughs. I've also laughed in a giggling sort of way when I'm learning something really fucking cool. Then there is the "That would be so embarrassing, if that were me I might just die" Office humour. And of course the highest form of humour all things Poo. I know &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Bergson"&gt;Henri Bergson&lt;/a&gt; has a theory as does Freud, but lets face it they are both old dead douchebags and about as funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the fact that a close second to humans falling down is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REQRHdMRimw"&gt;cats falling down,&lt;/a&gt; blows most of my theorizing out of the water. I think the reigning champ of funny has got to be Shock. But Actually cats doing all kind of stupid shit is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muLIPWjks_M"&gt;kind of uber-funny&lt;/a&gt;. These almost make we want a cat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Ev'rybody Want To Be A Cat" by Phil Harris &amp;amp; Scatman Crothers" off the 1970 soundtrack "The Aristocats"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy Fact: Scatman Crothers was good friends with Jack Nicholson appearing in four movies together including his personal favourite "The Shining" as Dick Hallorann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; njoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-4206862133086809458?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUNmLuNdiL8' title='Falling Down Funny'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/4206862133086809458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=4206862133086809458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/4206862133086809458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/4206862133086809458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/falling-down-funny.html' title='Falling Down Funny'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNUG0UR134I/AAAAAAAAABU/SwCWtyspLPk/s72-c/AccusingCatWail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-6006877725902938463</id><published>2008-09-18T17:59:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:13:20.214-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Book Pirates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNLQITjflPI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8ovIE2SdPc/s1600-h/TeddyBearKiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNLQITjflPI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8ovIE2SdPc/s400/TeddyBearKiller.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247485356946724082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm all kinds of geek and I don't mean the post 'geek chic' new geek categories like 'sports geek', that's bullshit. Sports geeks were called jocks and they both beat me up and got girl friends. no. not them. I'm the computer club, chess club, stamp collection, D&amp;amp;D and comic books sorta individual. Yes, I had and still have a stamp collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But sadly my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYTKET6Q1hE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;comic book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; skillz have been in sharp decline over the years. Until one day about two weeks ago I was possessed with the idea of reading my old Sgt. Rock comics which are lost in my family somewhere. I turned to the internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hello bit-torrent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've never really been a huge user... that... has... changed. I am digitally rebuilding my entire 70s-80s comic collection like a man possessed, Ghost Rider, Sgt. Rock, Weird War, ROM, Groo, Micronaughts... It's awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/browse/602/26/1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Try it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Along the way I've discovered a few things about myself. First of all, that little girl-friendless pif geek had some pretty good taste in comics. Second, I'm not a fan of Superhero comics. I always thought I was, but nope I love horror comics. Little Creepy stories. Like the Teddy Bear Killer above. Third, I love the Philippino artists style, specifically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alanguilan.com/museum/redondo.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nestor Redondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Weird. Fourth, totally prefer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alanguilan.com/museum/redondo5.html"&gt;Black &amp;amp; White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I think colour, for the most part, takes more away then it adds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't feel bad stealing them cuz they're all out of print. But on the whole I have very little guilt when it comes to piracy, like all good people of this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Shoplifters Of The World Unite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Smiths off their 1987 compilation "Louder than Bombs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Crazy Fact: Drummer Mike Joyce and bassist Andy Rourke sued Morrissey and Johnny Marr in 1991, claiming they received only ten percent of the group's earnings while the songwriters received 40 percent. Rourke eventually settled out of court, but Joyce won his case in late 1996.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-6006877725902938463?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYTKET6Q1hE' title='Comic Book Pirates'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/6006877725902938463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=6006877725902938463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6006877725902938463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6006877725902938463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/comic-book-pirates.html' title='Comic Book Pirates'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNLQITjflPI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8ovIE2SdPc/s72-c/TeddyBearKiller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-7672828889289412549</id><published>2008-09-17T16:57:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:45:21.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNHAt4ADk6I/AAAAAAAAABE/lFGCaBKPhG8/s1600-h/StrangeLockUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNHAt4ADk6I/AAAAAAAAABE/lFGCaBKPhG8/s400/StrangeLockUp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247186935222604706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;My Top 5 Names for Taking a Dump:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;5. Bowel Movement ---tied with--- Defecate. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;There both just so clinical, it cracks me up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;4. Drop the Kids off at the Pool. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;It's old but it still gets me. It's starts with 'Drop' which resonates with me cuz of the fear of uriney back splash (gross) AND the old public toilet noise PLOP! Which so shockingly breaks the silence in those echo chambers of embarrassment. The kids metaphor is great, my little creations (the little smelly monsters that they are). And finally the fact that it's something I gotta worry about before I do and then not worry about after it's done (cuz there in gods hands now) is awesome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;3. Pinch off a Loaf&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;My old favourite. You got that steamy hot loaf of freshly cooked bread feel to it which rocks and the messy unsatisfying pinch thing - HAHAHA - It still makes me laugh! (sigh)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;2. Move Brown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;It's just so gross and awesome. You got reference to the terrible 'shit brown' colour which is unique among these five. the Move goes back to bowel movement which gives me twice the impact. And it's new. horray!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;1. Make a Splash&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;The number one spot goes to this beauty cuz it makes you feel like it's something you should announce to the world. An accomplishment. Something to be proud of which is in stark defiance of the age-old social rules of shitting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "I Shall Be Released" by Bob Dylan originally from the 1967 bootleg recordings known as "The Basement Tapes" but later released in 1971 on Bob Dylan Greatest Hits, Vol. 2.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia; color:#121013;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;Dylan spent the summer of 1960 in Denver, where he met bluesman the inspiration behind his signature harmonica rack and guitar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt; njoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-7672828889289412549?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtCRWBRiU6w' title='Poo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/7672828889289412549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=7672828889289412549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7672828889289412549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/7672828889289412549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/poo.html' title='Poo'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNHAt4ADk6I/AAAAAAAAABE/lFGCaBKPhG8/s72-c/StrangeLockUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-8100566527602356112</id><published>2008-09-16T20:22:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:58:26.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh child of the 70s you were a lucky brat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNFuoRx2ikI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rkobtFh2gwg/s1600-h/Backstabbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNFuoRx2ikI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rkobtFh2gwg/s320/Backstabbed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247096679109659202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I think back fondly back to Seaseme Street I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZshZp-cxKg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pointer Sisters &amp;amp; Herbie Hancock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jdP7HUPbVs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a loaf a of bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xr8vUTm64h0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and the ladybug's picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and I think shit, I was a lucky seventies kid. Now I haven't watched SS in like 25 years, but I've heard sad stories about that happy little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They killed off the cookie monster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No lie. ok kind of lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The cookie monster doesn't eat cookies anymore cuz they don't want to make kids fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kids have liked cookies for as long as there have been cookies. It's not the fucking puppets fault. They made him that way. Give the poor bastard back his cookies, if not for his sake then for the sake of my childhood, you fuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I DONT EVEN WANT TO KNOW what they've done to Oscar the Grouch, if he doesn't live in a garbage can anymore... I'll... fucking LOSE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Sweet Home Chicago" by Taj Mahal &amp;amp; the Pointer Sisters off the 1972 Album Recycling the Blues &amp;amp; Other Related Stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In 2005, "Pinball Number Count" was re-edited for Coldcut's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ninja_Tune" title="Ninja Tune" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ninja Tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; label and remixed by Venetian Snares of the Planet Mu record label.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; njoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-8100566527602356112?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZshZp-cxKg' title='Oh child of the 70s you were a lucky brat...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/8100566527602356112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=8100566527602356112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8100566527602356112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/8100566527602356112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-child-of-70s-you-were-lucky-brat.html' title='Oh child of the 70s you were a lucky brat...'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNFuoRx2ikI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rkobtFh2gwg/s72-c/Backstabbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-6849666688535482076</id><published>2008-09-15T15:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:20:58.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNF0pi1Fd7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_3FBe6yiQpo/s1600-h/Madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNF0pi1Fd7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_3FBe6yiQpo/s400/Madness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247103297936258994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to pretend like I never stopped if that ok with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scariest thing I've come across for a long time on the internet is &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps?q=map%3A%20gori%20georgia&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wl"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Did you follow the link? Do it. Confused? If you zoomed out you might notice that a lot of information about Georgia, the country, is missing. Two weeks ago it was totally blank. I assume the some government body requests to be removed and that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why scary? Well, Google *is* the internet. If you can't Google it, you can't find it. So does it exist? What else is Google leaving blank. What kind of censorship is that? I'm not sure it has a name. 'Lost in Cyberspace' is what my dated Information Retrieval &lt;a href="http://people.ischool.berkeley.edu/%7Ehearst/irbook/"&gt;textbook&lt;/a&gt; calls it. Which is a special brand of 1999 kind of fucking lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stare at the blank empty Georgia with roads going into it's borders from all sides just disappearing. Poof! It makes my heart sink. How crazy would you feel if you went to the library and every atlas had blanked out Georgia, Iraq, Jordan... just like that. I would feel like I was in a "paranoid future b-movie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Logan's Run, minus the sweet seventies garb, I can just see myself sweaty, shifty-eyed, from library to library, looking for an end to the madness. Then barely clutching on to a weakening sanity, I break and scream "Don't you SEE!" "CAN'T you SEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to know where South freakin' Ossetia was and now, instead, thanks to Google I've been driven mad. Thanks Google. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Great Gig in the Sky" by Pink Floyd off their 1972 album Dark Side of the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Richard Wright of Pink Floyd died from cancer today at the age of 65. He wrote this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-6849666688535482076?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080915/ap_en_mu/eu_britain_pink_floyd' title='It&apos;s been a long time.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/6849666688535482076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=6849666688535482076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6849666688535482076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/6849666688535482076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2ySZtuD4o0Y/SNF0pi1Fd7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/_3FBe6yiQpo/s72-c/Madness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-116663162801020299</id><published>2006-12-20T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:20:28.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quandry of the Bathing Cat.</title><content type='html'>Why the HELL to cats hate water so much? It's madness. If you have seen a wet angry cat then you can appreciate the genius of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Bathe a Cat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thoroughly clean the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;2. Add the required amount of shampoo to the toilet water, and have both lids lifted. &lt;br /&gt;3. Obtain the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;4. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids (you may need to stand on the lid so that he cannot escape). &lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: Do not get any part of your body too close to the edge, as his paws will be reaching out for any &lt;br /&gt;purchase they can find. &lt;br /&gt;5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a 'power wash and rinse' which I have found to be quite effective. &lt;br /&gt;6. Have someone open the door to the outside and ensure that there are no people between the toilet and the outside door. &lt;br /&gt;7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids. &lt;br /&gt;8. The now-clean cat will rocket out of the toilet, and run outside where he will dry himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/about/best/van/238094636.html"&gt;http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/about/best/van/238094636.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting married in three days. Fortunately it doesn't feel even remotely real yet. Maybe I'm the cat. maybe the toliet bowl is the cemomony but after those three or four flushes I can "rocket out" dry off and I'll be a better cat than I was before I went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Hang Onto Yourself" by David Bowie off his 1972 album "The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In 1977, he helmed Iggy Pop's comeback records The Idiot and Lust for Life, and toured anonymously as Pop's keyboardist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-116663162801020299?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/about/best/van/238094636.html' title='The Quandry of the Bathing Cat.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/116663162801020299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=116663162801020299' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116663162801020299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116663162801020299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/12/quandry-of-bathing-cat.html' title='The Quandry of the Bathing Cat.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-116620509682147342</id><published>2006-12-15T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:07:34.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Chapel and we're taking a vallium.</title><content type='html'>Here is a video of me after the ceremony is over and I realize I never EVER have to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=b540ee109ac06238d3d5676_20061207&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also the outfit I've picked out for the honeymoon suite. And if your coming to the wedding this is the dance we are all going to do in celebration of this joyous day... except the ceremony part of the day. I want to skip the ceremony. I can't really find many allies on this one. I'm incredibly nervous about this ceremony business. I like the being married part, I just don't like the ceremony part. I need a way to calm the nerves so I don't have a panic attack. I'm thinking vallium. That's the only thing in my bag of tricks so far, but if anyone to lend me a trick ot two, it would be super handy. I've always said I'll need a diaper or a gurney to make it through the ceremony. I thought I was joking. Now I'm not so sure. I'd perfer a stretcher to a totally panic attack meltdown, like space mountain, where I scream like a bat uncontrollably. It was ok in the dark and on a rollercoster, but in a hall in front of all my friends and new family... not really an option, more like a very real nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Psycho Killer" by Talking Heads off their 1977 album "Talking Heads: 77".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In 1976, keyboardist Jerry Harrison, a former member of Jonathan Richman's Modern Lovers, was added to the lineup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-116620509682147342?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=b540ee109ac06238d3d5676_20061207' title='Going to the Chapel and we&apos;re taking a vallium.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/116620509682147342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=116620509682147342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116620509682147342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116620509682147342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/12/going-to-chapel-and-were-taking.html' title='Going to the Chapel and we&apos;re taking a vallium.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-116593649363004766</id><published>2006-12-12T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:14:53.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been that long.</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody. I only have one exam left and I get married in just under two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those situations where you have too much to say so you say nothing. Where to start? Well I'll make make small talk instead. Three things that I find astounding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are making a Moon Base. ( Dude!!!) &lt;br /&gt;They found flowing water on Mars. (Evian has bought the rights... Joking)&lt;br /&gt;Sarah quit smoking. (Love that girl.)&lt;br /&gt;Boeing has invented a solar panel that captures 40% of the suns energy (Ok 4 Things. That's up from 18%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the kinda solar panels they have in the world which burns no oil. That stops interfering in the affairs of the middle east, that doesn't create CO2 and allows you to generate your own power. I like that world. That world also has a base on the moon, which is very very 70s TV of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the C++ is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "The Prettiest Star" by David Bowie off his 1973 album "Aladdin Sane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: I'm Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-116593649363004766?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.digg.com/gadgets/Wicked_scary_walking_table' title='It&apos;s been that long.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/116593649363004766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=116593649363004766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116593649363004766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116593649363004766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-that-long.html' title='It&apos;s been that long.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-116197400088148394</id><published>2006-10-27T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:28:35.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell Curve</title><content type='html'>On the day I had to write the mid-term exam in question I found out the following three facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last year the highest mark was 28/40&lt;br /&gt;2. 3 People passed it&lt;br /&gt;3. The average mark was 35% (out of 100%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already scared shit-less. This just made it worse. I wrote everything I could find on to index cards. I studied them like I've never studied before. Because the week before I found out 3 other facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The class I'm taking is widely regarded as the hardest course in the school. (Must be an exaggeration... right?!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Professor: "I've made the easiest exam I've ever made in my career... but I said that last year... and the year before... but the point is that it's the easiest yet." (I shiver as a swift cloak of fear darkens my future.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Many, many students fail the course... one guy in my class is taking it for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've written it and I blew it. The most frustrating part is that it wasn't because I didn't know the material, but because I didn't finish. So 25% of my mark will be a zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't shake it. It's driving me crazy. It's precisely the reason why academia is rotten in the middle. Success in academia proves you are successful in academia not that you understand a given topic. enforced anti-collaberation and performance under strict time-contrants... how close you can reach an unreachable goal are the domian of academia. I am bad at tests and passing work on time. These two things will keep my marks down. The conselation prize is that there are no tests in the "real world" and I've met very very few deadlines that couldn't be pushed back a few days. and furthermore, individual effort is much less valuable than group productivity. SO my failings will be inconsequential "out-there" but man is it hard on me in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point my only hope is that the bell curve swings me above water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song of the Day is "Gayane Suite No. 1: vii. Adagio for Gayaneh" Conducted by Gennadi Rezhdestvensky, composed by Aram Khatchaturian in 1941.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The Plot of this Ballet is the main character Gayane, helps entrap a spy bent on stealing Soviet geological secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-116197400088148394?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1726949' title='Bell Curve'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/116197400088148394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=116197400088148394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116197400088148394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116197400088148394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/10/bell-curve.html' title='Bell Curve'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-116113737665915438</id><published>2006-10-17T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:56:17.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to come up for air...</title><content type='html'>It's been so fucking long since i've done this I just had explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never worked harder in my life 12 hours a day one break to eat, one break to walk home then eat then work till the drugs wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's both envigorating and exhausting. I'm giv'n er. Really giv'n er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One story from this all the echos with me everyday. I'm taking a course called CSCI 3110 Algorithms. It's the most failed course in our Computer Science Department. On the last assignment one half the class failed one quarter of whom got ZERO on their assignment, to which he commented the marks are still higher than he would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zero. No 'E' for effort here. FUCK!! it's terrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last class he was writing a 'rigorous' proof of the 'master theorem' on the board (which solves recurance relations the "easy way" please note the irony when I say that) and NOT ONLY did he RUN OUT of lowercase roman letters and had to resort lower case greek alphabet to continue, but he got it wrong... HE got it wrong. SO will start again from the top next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big problem for me is I don't know what lower case ALPHA, lower case THETA and OMEGA so when he points to the mysterious mess of symbols on the board and says in a feint german accent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "the important thing to notice here is alpha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEAD: "WHICH ONE! which one- where is he looking- what's he point at is that "L" looking one? Maybe maybe it's the "w" looking one. maybe the half-infinity-thing? WHICH ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "As our geometric series approaches infinity our q goes to 2 and we know can drop constants..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEAD: "YAAAAAH I understood that! WHERE THE FUCK IS ALPHA?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: "So theta of n log a minus small omega to the base of b minus 1 over n to the i log q to the base b..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEAD: "...don't let them see you cry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Happy post-wedding bliss Dennis and Antje. I'm a self-involved turd for not saying congratulations till now. Dennis, does this mean you are officially a German?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "99 Red Balloons" by Nena off her 1984 album "99 Luftballons." (I couldn't find the German one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In 2005, her album 'Willst Du Mit Mir Gehn', went platinum. She is still... it's 20 years later! crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-116113737665915438?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cs.virginia.edu/~luebke/cs332.fall00/lecture3/sld038.htm' title='I have to come up for air...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/116113737665915438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=116113737665915438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116113737665915438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/116113737665915438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-to-come-up-for-air.html' title='I have to come up for air...'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115903097525342470</id><published>2006-09-23T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:19:09.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girlfriend is Cooler than Me.</title><content type='html'>Some people buy tickets to see the rolling stones, cool people get well paid to see the rolling stones and work the VIP lounge, other people stay home and break open Vitamin B capsules to see what's inside and clean the drain of their very cool girlfriends hair...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'm just distracting myself from my own uncool-ness while my very cool girlfriend excitedly puts on make up and pumps 'stones on the stereo, dancing, happy, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I talked all this shit like who fucking cares... it's just the a bunch of old fuckers... That's all bull. Crank any of their many classic tunes and you'll feel the pull. it will be a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it rains... No I don't. Gawd... I wish I hoped that it rained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, goes the loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Dead flowers" by The Rolling Stones off their 1971 album "Sticky fingers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: ...sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115903097525342470?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115903097525342470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115903097525342470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115903097525342470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115903097525342470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-girlfriend-is-cooler-than-me.html' title='My Girlfriend is Cooler than Me.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115896984068384127</id><published>2006-09-22T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:04:39.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Power corrupts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/Crow-Indian-Warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/Crow-Indian-Warrior.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If these guys were still in charge of this Continent I don't think this would have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=oaHyuWgir8U"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=oaHyuWgir8U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a problem here. Why the hell did this cop have to pepper spray a 17 year old girl. When no only was she innocent, but not violent or running for it. AND you know where to find her, because you are confronting her at her Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cleared of all wrong-doing." This is my new favourite form of bull-shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Play With Fire" by The Rolling Stones off thier 1965 album "Out Of Our Heads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: They are causeing a crazy circus in Downtown Halifax tomarrow, with over 70,000 in attendance. Is this Halifax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115896984068384127?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.iorr.org/tour05/tour06c.htm' title='Power corrupts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115896984068384127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115896984068384127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115896984068384127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115896984068384127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/power-corrupts.html' title='Power corrupts'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115862066056893393</id><published>2006-09-18T19:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:04:31.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned Documentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=359924937663867563"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=359924937663867563&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "No Quarter" by Led Zeppelin off their 1973 album "Houses of the Holy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This documentary's still got me a little fucked up. I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115862066056893393?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=359924937663867563' title='Banned Documentary'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115862066056893393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115862066056893393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115862066056893393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115862066056893393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/banned-documentary.html' title='Banned Documentary'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115815546919163250</id><published>2006-09-13T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:52:01.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All of these guys are just like the others</title><content type='html'>It only happens like this in movies. Our Hero goes into his Computer Science Class and the biggest geek in the room isn't our hero, it's not the guy who sat beside him, but the proffessor. All the following comments were said in the the first class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To explain the concept of the Dyad... Who here has played Dungeons and Dragons?" (silence, everyone of us afraid to admit the truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does anyone remember the old Infocom games, specifically Hitchikers guide to the Galaxy, which douglas Adam wrote himself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That remind me of a Joke." (which is neither funny nor dirty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has anyone here seen the last episode of 'Buffy'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the plane to texas, I was really lucky find they had the last episode of the original Star Trek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears a huge tie, suspenders and a huge backpack, expertly straped down. wow. picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a monty python and the Holy Grail Joke which nobody got and then explained it to the class (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Hand_Grenade_of_Antioch"&gt;The Holy Hand Grenade&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bemoaned that when he was in undergrad his classmates were better versed in Star Trek, D&amp;D and the like... In fact we all knew what he was talking about, we just didn't want to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all quietly sat, looking about the room for someone to break, someone to follow, then settling in thinking the same thing "Shhh it's a secret. As long as I don't blow my cover. I'm the computer science student who's cool, that's me, I'm that guy. I can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Lucy with Diamonds" by William Shatner off his 1968 album "The Transformed Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Has a business degree from McGill University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115815546919163250?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rpgshop.com/product_info.php?products_id=36932' title='All of these guys are just like the others'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115815546919163250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115815546919163250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115815546919163250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115815546919163250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-of-these-guys-are-just-like-others.html' title='All of these guys are just like the others'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115815705698781265</id><published>2006-09-12T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:17:48.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all Americans are sheep.</title><content type='html'>Here's a piece commentary quoted from MSNBC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6210240/"&gt;And anyone who claims that I and others like me are "soft,"or have "forgotten" the lessons of what happened here is at best a grasping, opportunistic, dilettante and at worst, an idiot whether he is a commentator, or a Vice President, or a President.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all very good. but pro-american, but that's to be expected. baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Prelude for piano No.6 in G minor, Op. 23/5" performed by Vladimir Horowitz off his album "Horowitz Encores" composed by Sergei Rachmaninov in 1901.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The dismal reception of Rachmaninov's Symphony No. 1,  led to an extended period of depression and self-doubt, which he overcame with the aid of hypnosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115815705698781265?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/thenation/20060912/cm_thenation/15120539' title='Not all Americans are sheep.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115815705698781265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115815705698781265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115815705698781265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115815705698781265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-all-americans-are-sheep.html' title='Not all Americans are sheep.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115798493783898685</id><published>2006-09-11T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:33:18.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah 9/11...</title><content type='html'>five year anniversary... interesting... Anyway back to things that happened in THIS country. I was at the grocery store buying milk and the guy at the checkout was pretty old and yet still a spry lookin' guy. I looked at his tag "John: a valued employee since 1956." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/sunprom_soho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/sunprom_soho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I counting on my fingers and then thought "HOLY SHIT! That's fifty years." That mean's he has got to be at least 65 unless that was back in day before child labour laws. So he must be retiring, like, now. A Whole 50 years at one job. fuck man, that's serious. what a narrow view of the world, but what a unique detailed slice of the universe he must have in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy. Almost as crazy as this super-fucking-freakey picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "I Walk The Line" by Johnny Cash off his 1956 album "Johnny Cash With His Hot and Blue Guitar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Hey watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115798493783898685?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30ouVQ0KpYs' title='Oh yeah 9/11...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115798493783898685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115798493783898685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115798493783898685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115798493783898685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-yeah-911.html' title='Oh yeah 9/11...'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115792299700436240</id><published>2006-09-10T18:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:27:57.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vomit Comet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/jordanpond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/jordanpond.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow. I went on the Cat on the way back from Bar Harbour and it wasn't fun. It goes pretty fast, but man it's make people ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start feeling pretty bad after we hit full speed. The rocking at that point was severe enough that you couldn't walk without at least one hand on the rail at all times. I trying looking outside. that made it worse. I tried walking around. It was distracting but I  kept seeing people looking green and forlorn or tying close used barf bags, which was not encouraging. I finally couldn't take it and went to the can and sat in a stall. I refused to throw-up, though my body felt it was imparitive, I knew it wouldn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there for 2 hours and 5 minutes. I heard this terrible movie 'RV' over the speaker system. It wasn't helping. I thought it would be funny to say "robin william's new movie was so bad I puked through it", but again, not worth it. While I sat there trying to find my happy place, I heard people puking all around me. You'd think it would send me over the edge, but actually each time   I heard that heaving and spattering A half smile would grow across my face. Puking is always funny, but more than that I felt a sense of victory. An evil sense of victory, a kind of "nay nay puker! I you suck. I didn't puke, but you did! nay nay." It kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held on, I made it and at this point I have to thank the pukers for making that possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Cherub Rock" by The Smashing Pumpkins off their 1993 album "Siamese Dream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Bassist D'Arcy Wretzky and guitarist James Iha had a messy break-up just before this album was recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115792299700436240?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.catferry.com/' title='Vomit Comet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115792299700436240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115792299700436240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115792299700436240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115792299700436240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/vomit-comet.html' title='Vomit Comet'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115781764013641013</id><published>2006-09-09T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:58:07.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Book Geek Awaken!</title><content type='html'>Beware... You may lose many hours of you life if you follow this &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/buzz.php"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Signing up is far too easy. I though I'd give it a try I put in one book, looked at it, then ran to my book shelf grabbed a chunk of books and entered them. I'm trying to control myself. It's hard. Here is &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/catalog.php?view=pifthemighty"&gt;my Collection&lt;/a&gt; so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the exact cover of my copy is the true source of my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I've added a LibraryThing Widget to this page scroll down and You'll see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Bookends Theme" by Simon &amp; Garfunkel off their 1966 album "Bookends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: No time for crazy Facts I gotta log some more books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115781764013641013?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.wired.com/monkeybites/index.blog?entry_id=1551386' title='Let The Book Geek Awaken!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115781764013641013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115781764013641013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115781764013641013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115781764013641013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-book-geek-awaken.html' title='Let The Book Geek Awaken!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115782756000969425</id><published>2006-09-08T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:46:00.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Places at Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/The%20Hawks%20Glare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/The%20Hawks%20Glare.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Cape Sable Island over the Labour Day weekend. It's the southernest part of Nova Scotia. It was so populated. I had no idea so many people lived there, but everybody had expertly painted signs with the names on them "Patty and Buzzy Smith" and "Joanne and George McNab". I just thought what if I put a sign in front of my apartment "Pif and Sarah" here in the scarey ol' north end... a little out of place. I'd say over 50% of the homes had signs like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the coolest thing was they had a beach called "The Hawk" not a super-hero a beach. fucking cool. And on this beach, only visible at low tide was "The Drowned Forest" I have expected to see Frodo and Sam creeping around the seaweed with gollum in tow. No hobbits to be seen however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "In A Big Country" by Big Country off their 1983 album "The Crossing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: On December 16, 2001 Stuart Adamson was found dead in a hotel room in Hawaii. He had been missing for several weeks from his Nashville, Tennessee home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115782756000969425?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://museum.gov.ns.ca/mma/wrecks/wrecks/year.asp?Date=1860' title='Strange Places at Home.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115782756000969425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115782756000969425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115782756000969425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115782756000969425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/strange-places-at-home.html' title='Strange Places at Home.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115755209233801792</id><published>2006-09-06T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:14:52.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>America Drives an SUV</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Bar Harbour, Maine. Every server in every restaurant, every hotel porter, all the front desk people were from away, far away, like Russia, Poland, Argentina, Hungary it was bizarre and with thick accents, not born in the usa just working. It was so weird. I can only think that they are on a student exchange program or something. THis wasn't like NYC or something this was freeaking MAINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone know what the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin off their 1970 album "Led Zeppelin III"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The 1990 box set Led Zeppelin became the biggest-selling multi-disc box set of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115755209233801792?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nps.gov/acad/guides-guide.htm' title='America Drives an SUV'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115755209233801792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115755209233801792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115755209233801792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115755209233801792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/09/america-drives-suv.html' title='America Drives an SUV'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115679131459697519</id><published>2006-08-29T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T12:53:18.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/OJSimpsonDingoKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/OJSimpsonDingoKid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human ear has an amazing detection system for bullshit. Unfortunately, the evil people know this. They disable our built-in systems with our greatest weakness, fear. In this case it's Fear of looking stupid or being wrong. When someone says "&lt;a href="http://www.dack.com/web/bullshit.html"&gt;disintermediate extensible infrastructures&lt;/a&gt;" or "benchmark proactive ROI" we nod and and try not to show fear as we 'calmly' walk away. Just the same as if they were to say "emmient terrorist threat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another of my favorite forms of bullshit, the &lt;a href="http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo"&gt;Post-Modern Essay. This&lt;/a&gt; computer program makes nearly perfectly randomly non-sensical essays. I personally find it vindicating. Pomo bites all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this(automated creative sensible 'text/thought' generation) is kinda what I'm going to do when I grow up I thought I might share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "True Colors" by Cindi Lauper off her 1986 album "True Colors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Cindi Lauper filed for bankruptcy in 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115679131459697519?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115679131459697519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115679131459697519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115679131459697519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115679131459697519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/bull.html' title='The Bull'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115673629763752394</id><published>2006-08-28T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:38:17.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturb me right out the door.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/allout3executegroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/allout3executegroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bradblog.com/?p=3305"&gt;NSA Wiretapping Whistleblowers Found Dead in Italy and Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?! I think, maybe the joke is over and it's time to move into the mountain with a truckload of shotguns and fear. This is pretty scarey to me, especially the lack of press on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit makes &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/27/world/americas/27venez.html?ex=1314331200&amp;en=f564146579f803f7&amp;ei=5090&amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;emc=rss"&gt;Hugo Chávez’s paranoia&lt;/a&gt; seem grounded. He has good fuckin' reason to be scared. He'll be the next iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm about to be welcomed into the paranoid world of the survivalists. Ulo... is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Tomorrow, Wendy" by Concrete Blonde off their 1990 album "Bloodletting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In 1987 Dream 6 signed to I.R.S. and changed its name to Concrete Blonde at the suggestion of labelmate Michael Stipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115673629763752394?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=viewArticle&amp;code=BOH20050925&amp;articleId=1003' title='Disturb me right out the door.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115673629763752394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115673629763752394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115673629763752394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115673629763752394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/disturb-me-right-out-door.html' title='Disturb me right out the door.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115677592598094391</id><published>2006-08-27T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:50:59.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing at is funnier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/30795090_d76cb69915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/30795090_d76cb69915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe it's anything with a humiliation that's funny, I don't know, but what I do know is &lt;br /&gt;I wish people would get it in there head that good taste and humour have nothing to do with each other. They aren't opposites they aren't even on the same plane of existence. For example people getting hurt (especially tripping) and hurting themselves is funny. So funny in fact that the japanese have a funny as hell show &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2103427/"&gt;Most Extreme Elimination Challange&lt;/a&gt; based entirely on, and exploring every &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takeshi%27s_Castle_Challenges"&gt;nuace&lt;/a&gt; of this facinating subject and it fucking kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9UA-JSBm90"&gt;But this video is my point (click this and laugh you're hole off)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's funny as long as they don't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's funny as long as someone doesn't get seriously hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's funny as long as someone doesn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever pick your flavour, but the Darwin awards are funny for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Le Pain Perdu" by Cibo Matto off thier 1996 album "Viva! La Woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This whole album, Viva! La Woman, is about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115677592598094391?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.princeton.edu/%7Eina/infographics/starbucks.html' title='Laughing at is funnier'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115677592598094391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115677592598094391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115677592598094391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115677592598094391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/laughing-at-is-funnier.html' title='Laughing at is funnier'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115651601396668951</id><published>2006-08-25T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:28:43.786-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Ninja Theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/IpromiseFrank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/IpromiseFrank.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsFd7xFzSbw&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eimproveverywhere%2Ecom%2Fmission%5Fview%2Ephp%3Fmission%5Fid%3D59"&gt;Interesting&lt;/a&gt; bit of theatre and pretty funny too. 225 people went to Home Depot and shopped in slow motion. There's lots of video on you tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day this is the stuff I liked to do. It's not stale like the rest, this is the kind of theatre that won't be over taken by a better way to tell stories (ie movies, TV, and in some cases video games.) These forms have made theatre into a history lesson for the mainstream population. But the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3PtYMggSJ0"&gt;employees of Home Depot&lt;/a&gt; had an intense reaction was, this reached them in a way a movie can't, same for the performers. Here, they are all participants, audience and performer, theatre done to them not for them, that's the stuff baby, that's what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell off his 1984 album "Somebody's Watching Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Rockwell aka Kennedy Gordy is the son of Motown founder Berry Gordy, and friends with Michael Jackson, wow that a tough life, how could you ever fail in the music industry with family and friends like that? Well after this single he found a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115651601396668951?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=59' title='Slow Ninja Theatre'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115651601396668951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115651601396668951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115651601396668951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115651601396668951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/slow-ninja-theatre.html' title='Slow Ninja Theatre'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115643495760145320</id><published>2006-08-24T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:59:06.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Commentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/SecondTimeFreed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/SecondTimeFreed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do have any idea how many times I had the phrase "War is hell kid. Dyin' is easy, it's livin' that's hard." I wonder what kind of effect the war comic &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=Ethos&amp;x=0&amp;y=0"&gt;Ethos&lt;/a&gt; has had on my ethical development. The more i read of these comics the more i see how anti-war they really are. Comics taught me that unless you have super-powers or are a viking or a cool name you are going to get killed and it's gonna suck. Maybe that's why I'm a Pif now? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I can't believe the New York Times made an analogy between the morning after pill and &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/24/health/24cnd-pill.html?ex=1314072000&amp;en=17657ecd1b64e900&amp;ei=5088&amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;emc=rss"&gt;Lollipops:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both sides are wrong, studies suggest. Couples in the United States have so much unprotected sex — half of all pregnancies are unplanned — that even if the pills were passed out like lollipops, they would be unlikely to cause a major change in abortion and disease rates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "The Carnival of the Animals: 13. The Swan" Composed by Camille Saint-Saëns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Saint-Saëns had two children, they died within six weeks of each other, one from a four-story fall. very very shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115643495760145320?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/24/health/24cnd-pill.html?ex=1314072000&amp;en=17657ecd1b64e900&amp;ei=5088&amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;emc=rss' title='Comic Commentary'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115643495760145320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115643495760145320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115643495760145320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115643495760145320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/comic-commentary.html' title='Comic Commentary'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115627806001769507</id><published>2006-08-22T16:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:41:09.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell my ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/Gassed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/Gassed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey do you wanna go for a long drive along the coast and smell my ass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very inviting, yet, being in a car for a long time with someone basically means you are going to smell there ass, as they are going to fart. Sometimes loud, most times foul and sometimes secretly, silently, with no remorse. You see I fart a lot and we travelled in a van, 6 of us. The smell factory was busy. Can you imagine how bad the Mystery Machine smelt?! Scooby and shaggie constantly eating, and dog farts to be sure are the foulest. No wonder they made them sit in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My robot army won't &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPbB2P4XT_4"&gt;fart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Mr. Roboto" by Styx off their 1983 album "Kilroy Was Here". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Dennis DeYoung was briefly ousted from Styx in the late 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115627806001769507?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wwnytv.net/72k/full-story.asp?uid=12059&amp;area=home+page' title='Smell my ass'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115627806001769507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115627806001769507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115627806001769507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115627806001769507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/smell-my-ass.html' title='Smell my ass'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115617509348138026</id><published>2006-08-21T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:29:40.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Newfs on the Beaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/allout1churchedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/allout1churchedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nazis didn't bomb the wedding I went to in newfoundland, but I'll tell you no weddings on public beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No attempt made by parents to shut there kids up or stop yaking for a few minutes just too little material stretched over too much flesh and screaming kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marring them guy: Repeat after me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kid: I pooped in the waaater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someother kid: EEEEEEeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth. But the weather was beautiful. And truthfully Mark and Laurie were too blissed-out/nervous to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "The Streak" by Ray Stevens off his 1974 album "Boogity Boogity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In 1963, he played with Elvis Presley himself on the sessions for the Fun in Acapulco soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115617509348138026?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thestar.com/NASApp/cs/ContentServer?pagename=thestar/Layout/Article_Type1&amp;c=Article&amp;cid=1155937810425&amp;call_pageid=1109682110623&amp;col=1109682108702' title='Newfs on the Beaches'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115617509348138026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115617509348138026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115617509348138026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115617509348138026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/newfs-on-beaches.html' title='Newfs on the Beaches'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115577540507312945</id><published>2006-08-17T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:31:29.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNEW that Superman was a Dick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/SuperBadDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/SuperBadDad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just &lt;a href="&lt;br /&gt;http://www.superdickery.com/dick/4.html"&gt;the proof we need.&lt;/a&gt; It's also a key piece of evidence in my case the DC comics suck. Superman in his lameness and unbridled dick-dickery... I lost my thought. he sucks. and so does the boat he came to the crappy planet on. suck sucks sucky bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that, for no good reason, I got my eye on comics, my brain has seized upon it and can think of nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Fire and Rain" by James Taylor off his 1970 album "Sweet Baby James".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This is about the suicide of a fellow inmate of Taylor's at a mental institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115577540507312945?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.superdickery.com/galleries.html' title='I KNEW that Superman was a Dick!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115577540507312945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115577540507312945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115577540507312945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115577540507312945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-knew-that-superman-was-dick.html' title='I KNEW that Superman was a Dick!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115574610972317591</id><published>2006-08-16T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:35:09.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/allout3sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/allout3sea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deep into some kind of a war comic mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go to one more wedding before my own I'm gonna snap. I'm going to Newfoundland for a wedding this weekend. I guess that means I'm gonna snap. I think I'll choose to think of this as just a glorious trip to Newfoundland. I'll title it "Our trip to Newfoundland." and oh look a wedding along the way. I think that's the best I can do, and I'm afraid it's not a very convincing form of denial. It definitely won't hold up under cross-examination. I'll have to ask for a continuance or a mistrial at this point, er, whatever... some sort of lawyer's tricks is necessary at this point in the courthouse of my mind, in the trial for my sanity. "Granted!" Court will have a recess for a week or so while the defendant comes up with a less shabby form of denial, and yes your objection has been noted on the record which the court reporter will shred momentarily. WHACK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this song was in every Vietnam War movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane off their 1967 album "Surrealistic Pillow."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The name of this band was suggested by there guitarist who had once jokingly been dubbed "Blind Thomas Jefferson Airplane" by a friend in reference to the blues singer Blind Lemon Jefferson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115574610972317591?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theage.com.au/news/perspectives/now-im-a-believer/2006/08/14/1155407745917.html' title='a denial'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115574610972317591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115574610972317591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115574610972317591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115574610972317591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/denial.html' title='a denial'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115568720671481411</id><published>2006-08-15T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:33:51.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Out War!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/80sComicStarWarsAd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/80sComicStarWarsAd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember loving this ad. Drooling, staring at it, as if these items would materialize if I just stayed still long enough, concentrating on my desire for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I found a site which had 2,891 DC comics ready to be downloaded in .cbr format. It was shutdown by noon. crappy. In that brief blissful glipse into my past. I saw this ad which transported me through time and space to rural nova scotia, digging under Bruces' bed for blesséd Kenner treasures and being richly rewarded. Oh the star wars branded pleasures were infinite then. (...sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me kinda pissed off at the comics code er whatever for taking the ads out of comics. Those were some of my favorite parts. Whoopee cusions, disappearing ink, barf gum, all for only 10,000 bazooka joe comics... MAN! What a Steal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/AlloutWarFrame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/AlloutWarFrame.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was way more interesting then 'the viking commando' and his catty supernatural companion 'Fey' adventures in war war war and *yawn* more war. I can't believe I read all those crappy war comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Games Without Frontiers" by Peter Gabriel off "Peter Gabriel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: He has a three albums named peter gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115568720671481411?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.comics.org/covers.lasso?seriesID=2381&amp;skip=50&amp;show=50' title='All-Out War!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115568720671481411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115568720671481411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115568720671481411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115568720671481411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-out-war.html' title='All-Out War!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115557299792377356</id><published>2006-08-14T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:29:57.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Internet</title><content type='html'>This is pretty sweet. A new internet star is born. known as 'geriatric1927'. He's an 79 year old man and is now the number one subscription on Youtube. He is known as&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJ6B2qOFp7Y"&gt; geriatric1927&lt;/a&gt;. He has a collection of videos up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the internet will be the new cure for geriatric loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Not From Hens" by Ivor Cutler off his 1997 album "A Wet Handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In 1967, longtime fan John Lennon cast Cutler as Buster Bloodvessel in the Beatles' ill-fated Magical Mystery Tour project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115557299792377356?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060813/wr_nm/life_youtube_dc_3' title='Grandpa Internet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115557299792377356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115557299792377356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115557299792377356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115557299792377356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/grandpa-internet.html' title='Grandpa Internet'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115582695888442459</id><published>2006-08-13T11:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:18:15.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike, Castro and Danielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/AllOutCivilized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/AllOutCivilized.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the kind of anti-imperialist propaganda I was programmed with as a youth. It was well disguised as a Pro-war comic book titled, "All Out War." And yet you can see the saavy irony in this passage, pointing finger at the itailian facists as real savages. Ah, Castro would be proud. Or maybe it's an obvious and over-simplified version of the harsh and complex reality. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of segways... er Castro, it's his birthday today (probably his last) and Mikes' and Danielles'. I see the Mike / Castro connection... I'm not sure how Danielle fits into it though. Why they hell do we give a crap about birthday's anyway? Like it's signifigant at all that these people have anything in common because of their birthday's are on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Little Girl" by Death From Above 1979 off their 2004 album "You're a Woman, I'm a Machine".   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: They broke up earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115582695888442459?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.marxists.org/history/cuba/archive/castro/' title='Mike, Castro and Danielle'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115582695888442459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115582695888442459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115582695888442459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115582695888442459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/mike-castro-and-danielle.html' title='Mike, Castro and Danielle'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115514094608846012</id><published>2006-08-10T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:21:37.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwin</title><content type='html'>I wonder what he was thinking just before he made that very final very &lt;a href="http://digg.com/offbeat_news/Man_dies_opening_grenade_with_sledgehammer"&gt;fatal swing.&lt;/a&gt; It lacks compassion to say "What is the last thought of a very stupid man?" But nonetheless I still wonder. It's unfortunately something I think all the time. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I do this? Fuck it." or&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, this rules!" or&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder what's inside? BOOOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Darwin Awards my curious little dead cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is darwin's better side an &lt;a href="http://www.devilducky.com/media/46386/"&gt;austrailian bird&lt;/a&gt; that mimics chainsaws, (no shit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Gully Low Blues" by Louis Armstrong off "The Best Of The Decca Years, Volume 2 - The Composer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: He signed over half his earnings to his agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115514094608846012?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://digg.com/offbeat_news/Man_dies_opening_grenade_with_sledgehammer' title='Darwin'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115514094608846012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115514094608846012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115514094608846012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115514094608846012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/darwin.html' title='Darwin'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115513370496094048</id><published>2006-08-09T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:51:11.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eternal Geek uberquestion</title><content type='html'>Samurai fights Ninja, who wins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true samurai can never be caught off-guard and yet a true ninja can sneak up on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be an essay question on the GeekSAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samurai... very classy&lt;br /&gt;ninja... B-movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Please Me Like You Want To" by Ben Harper off his 1995 album "Fight for Your Mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: I can't believe this album is 11 years old. That's nuts. Anyway I also think it's crazy that he opened for Radiohead Metallica and the Fugees could these bands be anymore different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115513370496094048?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/gadgets/first-pics-of-levis-ipod-jeans-192844.php' title='The Eternal Geek uberquestion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115513370496094048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115513370496094048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115513370496094048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115513370496094048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/eternal-geek-uberquestion.html' title='The Eternal Geek uberquestion'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115464094582289250</id><published>2006-08-04T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:40:12.603-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"You mother f****r. I'm going to f*** you."</title><content type='html'>Wow. Smell Gibson is a HUGE anti-semite just like his dear ole papa, the holocaust denier. He sucks, I've thought he sucked, since "The Passion of the Christ." Now we have proof of his turditude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know the story, He was arrested for Speeding and DUI and then went on a "Anti-semitic tirade" what a chump. Here is a link to a story which has a link to a copy of &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2006/07/28/gibsons-anti-semitic-tirade-alleged-cover-up/"&gt;the police report.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is apology. Lame. Unbelievable. clearly written by his publisist. I've worked at too many PR firm to buy &lt;a href="http://www.adl.org/main_Anti_Semitism_Domestic/gibson_apology_20060801.htm"&gt; this one.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason I don't get really drunk and say things like "Dennish I really reeeally wanna shuck yer cock." because I don't want to and I don't really think about sucking cocks. Who the hell does he think he is fooling? We've all been really drunk. We know what drunk does. I've repeated some terrible and tastless jokes, but never have I said "Fuck the Jews!" nor has anyone who isn't anti-semitic. I hope his career is an utter failure for the rest of time, but at the same time he keep trying so we can watch him blow all his dough in one failure after another. That would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Jesus Is Just Alright" by the Doobie Brothers off the 1972 album "Toulouse Street."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Two Members of the Doobie Brother's were formerly in Steely Dan, Jeff "Skunk" Baxter and Michael McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115464094582289250?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tmz.com/2006/07/28/gibsons-anti-semitic-tirade-alleged-cover-up/' title='&quot;You mother f****r. I&apos;m going to f*** you.&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115464094582289250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115464094582289250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115464094582289250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115464094582289250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-mother-fr-im-going-to-f-you.html' title='&quot;You mother f****r. I&apos;m going to f*** you.&quot;'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115461009627071716</id><published>2006-08-03T09:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:15:31.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the band I hate, it's their fans.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what I think about this &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2wPglHZQf-0&amp;search=ex-muslim"&gt;video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that it is such an easy sell to ignorant american flag wavers. I don't every want to agree with these idiots on anything, they are just so offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I kinda feel like she is going to die really soon for saying these brave words. And that might be her point. I think christianity is full of shit, I'm allowed to say that and I don't feel like my life is at risk by saying that, nor is anyone going to beat me up. There is more danger in saying the same thing about Islam, I feel like there is, maybe it's just me. maybe it's the political climate effecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway watch the video, she's is a powerful speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Strange Brew: by Cream off their 1967 album "Disraeli Gears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This song was originally titled "Lawdy Mama".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115461009627071716?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wafa_Sultan' title='It&apos;s not the band I hate, it&apos;s their fans.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115461009627071716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115461009627071716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115461009627071716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115461009627071716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-not-band-i-hate-its-their-fans.html' title='It&apos;s not the band I hate, it&apos;s their fans.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115444504434679777</id><published>2006-08-02T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T13:21:11.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Buck Laptop</title><content type='html'>I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great idea in so many ways. Hell it's certainly better then selling them guns. It's nice to see rich countries buuilding a product with poor countries in mind, instead of as an after thought, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..Will it fit? Is it a cultural arrogance to believe that they will want to use them? We, in the west, sit around alot. TV, Movies, Video games, internet, email, desk jobs, driving, eating out. We sit alot so we like to do this that involve sitting. Maybe they'd get bored or wouldn't get it. Like why play a video of soccer when you can just play soccer? We think the opposite. Why play solitare with cards when we can play it on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=436061470609249515"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Ce Matin-La" by Air off their 1998 album "Moon Safari."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Their soundscapes are composed on old-school gear like Moogeses and Rhodeses, not fancy new gear, dudes can you tell. get smoove bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115444504434679777?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://digg.com/linux_unix/Four_countries_order_4_million_OLPC_laptops' title='100 Buck Laptop'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115444504434679777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115444504434679777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115444504434679777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115444504434679777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/100-buck-laptop.html' title='100 Buck Laptop'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115444425707990292</id><published>2006-08-01T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:00:31.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out</title><content type='html'>No school for a month. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking me if I get burnt out taking classes all year around without a break. No way man, I'm too old. I want to get on with it. Why postpone life by 2 years. "But Pif...life is happening right now... look around, the world is-" Shut it, Yeah, I know, bite me. Don't give me that crap. Life is that time spent when you spending the money you are making, not the time you spend borrowing it, planning on making it and trying not to starve. That is the kindest of human hells, most tollerable of limbos, the quasi-life known to most as "the student lifestyle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the HELL would I want to spend anymore of my life than is necessary in this cage, where most of life's oppurtunies are unavailable to me? GRRRrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I should've brought this up. I have to focus on my killer robots, that an my dreams of revenge will get me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "One Way Or Another" by Blondie off their 1978 album "Parallel Lines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Chris Stein became seriously ill with the genetic disease pemphigus vulgaris and broke up the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115444425707990292?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115444425707990292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115444425707990292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115444425707990292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115444425707990292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/08/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s out'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115370370482054070</id><published>2006-07-23T21:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:15:16.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe they run the planet</title><content type='html'>This is an example of american brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DClkE64nFDY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DClkE64nFDY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why people left for north america a zillion years ago to get away from the fools... Can I come back? I think they followed me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Concerto Grosso Op. 6 No. 10 in D Minor: i. Overture" Performed by Capella Istropolitana, Conducted by Josef Kopelman, Composed by George Frideric Handel in 1739.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: He fought a duel with the composer Matheson over the accompaniment to one of Matheson’s operas. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115370370482054070?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.wired.com/27BStroke6/?entry_id=1512499' title='I can&apos;t believe they run the planet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115370370482054070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115370370482054070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115370370482054070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115370370482054070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-believe-they-run-planet.html' title='I can&apos;t believe they run the planet'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115331707228378288</id><published>2006-07-19T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T11:07:18.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A First</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not sure what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to send this song yesterday. Today I noticed that this song is ranked the number one download at iTunes Store. That's never happened before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always sending some god awful bowie song from the 70s or some jazz tune from the 40s and the like. I'm not sure what to think. I really like this song. It's stuck in my head. You'll probably like it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley off his 2006 album "St. Elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: One of the member of this duo, Danger Mouse, concocted The Grey Album, a bootleg that mashed the vocals from "The Black Album" by Jay-Z with music samples courtesy of "The White Album" by the Beatles. Sounds great but we'll never hear it, due to a cease-and-desist order. Copyright is killing this artform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115331707228378288?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/itunes/' title='A First'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115331707228378288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115331707228378288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115331707228378288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115331707228378288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/first.html' title='A First'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115322915519586258</id><published>2006-07-18T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:25:55.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who by fire.</title><content type='html'>Hey they're making a feature documentary about &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/leonardcohenimyourman/"&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/a&gt;. I guess that means they think he is going to die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Chelsea Hotel No. 2" by Leonard Cohen off his 197 album "New Skin for the Old Ceremony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This song is about Janis Joplin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115322915519586258?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/leonardcohenimyourman/' title='Who by fire.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115322915519586258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115322915519586258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115322915519586258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115322915519586258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-by-fire.html' title='Who by fire.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115307728462945478</id><published>2006-07-16T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:02:34.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To Enoble The Geek</title><content type='html'>I believe there are four pillars of classic geekdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord of Rings (D&amp;D, Frazetta, Sorcery, Undead...)&lt;br /&gt;Comics (Super Heroes, Graphic Novels, Manga...)&lt;br /&gt;Space (Star Trek, Star Wars, sci-fi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I always thought was interesting about Geekdom is it's really just an imaginative view of reality. Swords and Sorcery is just a fantasy of the past, super heroes/villans and monster movies/comics are present filtered through a what-if-o-tron and Sci-fi is just an imaginative look at the future. They are all a magical view of the world, past present and future. Whether it's 'the Force' or 'Genetic mutation', or 'Spells' it's the manifestation of the possiblities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It accepts and endulges the unknown. An exaggeration maybe, but I think it taps the awe the amazement of a child, new to this strange world, that we've all felt. When the rules of the world are strange to us, it's feels like magic, like there are no limits. If you think about what might have been if we were never told the limits (true or false) we have the view of the geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired. I'm officially declaring my intention to make a GeekSAT. I need contributors (Ulo, Caleb, Jason, Mike I'm thinking of you dorks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a geek test. The higher the score the bigger a geek you are. Official rating and ID Card will be presented to you after marking. I was inspired by this Article: &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.07/posts.html?pg=5"&gt;Meet the Geek Elite.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better know you HitDice, Vampire Clans, Supervillans, Programming languages and be able to name every GI JOE and GoBot. So listen up. If you have an unhealthy collection of uncool knowledge, form a question and answer and sent it to me. JUST DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name one wizard from Lord of the Rings who wasn't mentioned in the Peter Jackson version.&lt;br /&gt;2. Name three Droid from Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who endows mortals with the Power Cosmic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Get Off Of My Cloud" by The Rolling Stones off their 1965 album "December's Children (and everybody's)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This is the last Stones album in which cover material accounted for 50 percent of the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115307728462945478?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115307728462945478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115307728462945478' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115307728462945478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115307728462945478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-enoble-geek.html' title='To Enoble The Geek'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115307053568705763</id><published>2006-07-15T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:00:32.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs PR when you have a Monopoly</title><content type='html'>RIAA is out of control. Two new facts have come to my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIAA Says Ripping CDs to Your iPod is NOT Fair Use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eff.org/deeplinks/archives/004409.php"&gt;http://www.eff.org/deeplinks/archives/004409.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics Sites Next Targets For Content Groups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,1895,1989235,00.asp"&gt;http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,1895,1989235,00.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not legal to make the music you've bought into mp3s and it's not legal to download lyrics for a song you've bought as either an mp3 or a CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they could they would ban it from libraries. There is no doubt in my mind that if the idea of the library was concieved of right now, it illegal or sued by the RIAA. Hell they still might sue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an ugly sort of greed. They have sued 18,000 people for downloading music in the name of musicians, no musician has seen a cent of that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can shit where they eat because they have a monopoly. Lyrics?! Are they going to sue me if I sing a song walking down the street? not today, but it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Both Hands" by Ani DiFranco off her 1989 debut "Ani DiFranco."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Here is a musician that made a career for herself without a record company doing what a musician should do; performing non-stop, writing non-stop and recording non-stop. Is she worried about piracy? On her CDs it reads "Copying, while sometimes necessary, is never as good as the real thing." very very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115307053568705763?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115307053568705763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115307053568705763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115307053568705763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115307053568705763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-needs-pr-when-you-have-monopoly.html' title='Who needs PR when you have a Monopoly'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115280615169433034</id><published>2006-07-13T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:34:45.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>This one is about amazing pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=395512&amp;in_page_id=1770"&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=395512&amp;in_page_id=1770&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/artsyscience/51311029/in/set-72157594150554407/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/artsyscience/51311029/in/set-72157594150554407/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alternate/sets/199123/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/alternate/sets/199123/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by The Police off their 1980 album "Zenyatta Mondatta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The Police most recently reunited to play Sting's wedding in 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115280615169433034?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=395512&amp;in_page_id=1770' title='Pictures'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115280615169433034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115280615169433034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115280615169433034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115280615169433034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115272156802898692</id><published>2006-07-12T13:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:19:02.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a walk on the Geek Side.</title><content type='html'>ok ok ok so you've heard me talk about this "Geek Beer" thing that happens in the Computer Science Building, well Now I can bring it home to you in pictures and most importantly movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the geeks rock. &lt;a href="http://www.godice.com/geekbeer/"&gt;Go here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just incase you forget or don't know. Almost every friday of the year all the little geeks come out of their little geek holes, away from their bright screens, away from there little geek tasks and log out of their little geek machines. Each one excited to socialize and frolic again at 'Geek Beer' with all the other geeks. They put on there most geekiest finery, one geek will where his authentic 1984 "Commodore 64" T-shirt; another will put on her "I 'heart' Steve Jobs" head-band. Still another will the lucky Twenty-SIded Die which brought Korack the 12th Barabarian such glorious victory's against the imagined Spider Lord Loth's Drider's in "Q1 Queen of the Demonweb" in his best-friends wood panelled santuary so many moons ago. Perhaps it will again bring luck tonight and get him some victorious putang. Oh sweet nectar yet untasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there they all gather nervously watching each other, drinking cheap beer (2.50!) playing video games. and when they get drunk enought they fucking rock out. I hear the best version of "Fake Plastic Trees" in my life at geek beer, it was awesome. Some of the those geek girls can really belt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm done I got shit to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please turn this one up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "White Unicorn" by Wolfmother off their 2006 album "Wolfmother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: No these guy aren't Sabbath these guys aren't even from the 70s these guy started in 2000. I think this is the band Dennis should have formed. I can totally see you writing, singing and recording this all with ectatic joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115272156802898692?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.godice.com/geekbeer/' title='Take a walk on the Geek Side.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115272156802898692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115272156802898692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115272156802898692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115272156802898692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/take-walk-on-geek-side.html' title='Take a walk on the Geek Side.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115254301791587952</id><published>2006-07-10T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:41:27.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Canadian Ass</title><content type='html'>The computers are pretty packed in here in the Com Sci building. Not much room for air. I can hear people breathe behind me and beside me. It's not the sound I'm afraid of, it's the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see shitty thing is that farting is much more embarrassing than just the sounds they make. It's the smell that really gets me. Pushing it into the seat just isn't enough anymore. You see, I've learned to cook with my slow-cooker. Only slow-cooker chili can cook-up deep-down gas of that potency. Hot, Long and Silent. These slow-cooked creepers are deep-down deadly. (wow. illiteration. weird.) I'm powerless to stop these perfect killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I try one out. Let it out, listening. Nothing. Excellent, no-one will know it's me. Stage one is a success. I wait a few seconds and take a whiff just to see what I'm dealing with here. When this monkey can't take his own smell... well I'm in trouble. It's bad, unnatural. The mantra in my head it "He who smelt it, delt it. He who..." I'm starting to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a few ways you can tell if Canadians you don't know can smell your ass. First, they clear their throats. Then, eye's darting to identify the source. When that finds nothing their next move is to make excuses to look around 'naturally' to search out the tell-tale signs of the perpetrator pretending not to smell it. It's those scared lying eyes that give you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look we've all done it. we all know what to look for. I've never been blame for a smell i didn't make and i've denied many smells i did. People know. They just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, I'm sure people know. Next time I left, and released my shame on the way to the john. Hung around in the can for a while and came back. Didn't the bastard follow me. I just packed up my bags and when home where a can fart fearlessly and sit infront of the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "West End Blues" by Louis Armstrong off the 1923 album "The Hot Fives Vol. 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: "West End Blues" became one of the first recordings named to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Grammy_Hall_of_Fame_Award_recipients_Q-Z "&gt;Grammy Hall of Fame.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115254301791587952?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.heptune.com/farts.html' title='Oh My Canadian Ass'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115254301791587952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115254301791587952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115254301791587952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115254301791587952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-canadian-ass.html' title='Oh My Canadian Ass'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115229288940344247</id><published>2006-07-07T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T10:54:11.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the Lightning</title><content type='html'>People really do get hit by lightning. That's fucked up. So &lt;a href="http://arstechnica.com/journals/apple.ars/2006/7/6/4551"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; gets hit by lightning and blames his iPod. dude. You got hit by lightning... and you are a-fucking-live. be happy shit-wit. It's pretty funny that he was listening to Metallica when he got fried. Maybe he stole the songs off napster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Battery" by Metallica off their 1986 album "Master of Puppets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In 1986 their tour bus crashed while traveling in Sweden, killing Bassist Cliff Burton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115229288940344247?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://arstechnica.com/journals/apple.ars/2006/7/6/4551' title='Ride the Lightning'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115229288940344247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115229288940344247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115229288940344247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115229288940344247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/ride-lightning.html' title='Ride the Lightning'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115222204579601849</id><published>2006-07-06T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:41:04.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice quick to the point</title><content type='html'>This is a great article well written, on writing. I needed to share it. Really it's short and everybody should read it. It'll only take a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badlanguage.net/?p=185"&gt;http://www.badlanguage.net/?p=185&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "The Garden" by Cut Chemist off their 2006 album "The Audience's Listening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Yes I sent a new one. crazy. bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115222204579601849?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.badlanguage.net/?p=185' title='Nice quick to the point'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115222204579601849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115222204579601849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115222204579601849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115222204579601849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-quick-to-point.html' title='Nice quick to the point'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115211324341562815</id><published>2006-07-05T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T18:43:03.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Canada Day</title><content type='html'>I meant to post this for C-Day. whatev'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self-appointed guru of canadian music known as 'ghomi' 'the ghosmeshster' and more formally as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jian_Ghomeshi"&gt;Jian Ghomeshi&lt;/a&gt; has made the top 50 Canadian songs of all time list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 50 Tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Sylvia, "Four Strong Winds"&lt;br /&gt;Barenaked Ladies, "If I Had $1,000,000"&lt;br /&gt;Neil Young, "Heart of Gold"&lt;br /&gt;Stan Rogers, "Northwest Passage"&lt;br /&gt;The Guess Who, "American Woman"&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Lightfoot, "Canadian Railroad Trilogy"&lt;br /&gt;Joni Mitchell, "Both Sides Now"&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen, "Suzanne"&lt;br /&gt;Joni Mitchell, "Big Yellow Taxi"&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Lightfoot, "Early Morning Rain"&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Cockburn, "Lovers in a Dangerous Time"&lt;br /&gt;Stompin' Tom Connors, "The Hockey Song"&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cochrane, "Life Is a Highway"&lt;br /&gt;Blue Rodeo, "Try"&lt;br /&gt;The Band, "The Weight"&lt;br /&gt;The Tragically Hip, "New Orleans is Sinking"&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Adams, "Summer of '69"&lt;br /&gt;Bachman-Turner Overdrive, "Takin' Care of Business"&lt;br /&gt;Anne Murray, "Snowbird"&lt;br /&gt;Sarah McLachlan, "Angel"&lt;br /&gt;k.d. lang, "Constant Craving"&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of the West, "Home For a Rest"&lt;br /&gt;The Guess Who, "These Eyes"&lt;br /&gt;Neil Young, "Rockin' in the Free World"&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Lightfoot, "Sundown"&lt;br /&gt;Buffy Sainte-Marie, "Universal Soldier"&lt;br /&gt;The Tragically Hip, "Courage (for Hugh MacLennan)"&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette, "You Oughta Know"&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Cockburn, "Wondering Where the Lions Are"&lt;br /&gt;Gilles Vigneault, "Mon Pays"&lt;br /&gt;Trooper, "Raise a Little Hell"&lt;br /&gt;Blue Rodeo, "Hasn't Hit Me Yet"&lt;br /&gt;Rush, "Tom Sawyer"&lt;br /&gt;Hank Snow, "I'm Movin' On"&lt;br /&gt;Martha and the Muffins, "Echo Beach"&lt;br /&gt;Men Without Hats, "The Safety Dance"&lt;br /&gt;k-os, "Crabbuckit"&lt;br /&gt;Rough Trade, "High School Confidential"&lt;br /&gt;Sam Roberts, "Brother Down"&lt;br /&gt;Paul Anka, "Diana"&lt;br /&gt;Ron Hynes, "Sonny's Dream"&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Cohen, "Tower of Song"&lt;br /&gt;The Crew Cuts, "Sh'Boom"&lt;br /&gt;Parachute Club, "Rise Up"&lt;br /&gt;Sloan, "Coax Me"&lt;br /&gt;Maestro Fresh Wes, "Let Your Backbone Slide"&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Dorsey, "I'll Never Smile Again"&lt;br /&gt;Rush, "Fly By Night"&lt;br /&gt;D.O.A., "Disco Sucks"&lt;br /&gt;Wilf Carter, "My Swiss Moonlight Lullaby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Home For A Rest" by Spirit of the West off their 1990 album "Save This House."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: I haven't heard this forever... and it's on this stupid list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115211324341562815?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/50_Tracks:_The_Canadian_Version' title='Late Canada Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115211324341562815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115211324341562815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115211324341562815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115211324341562815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/late-canada-day.html' title='Late Canada Day'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115160403665499431</id><published>2006-07-01T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T12:18:58.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dig it.</title><content type='html'>Well most of us have settled into the idea that we can't be sure of truth of any article from a large news organzation. Either they have an agenda to push (biased) or they are pandering to their audience (tell'm what they want hear don't ruffle there feathers) or they are afraid of getting sued (corporate pressure). All these things consistantly keep the truth filtered out of the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found something really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.digg.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digg uses a non-hierarchaical editorial system. What that means is that members (300,000 of them) rate each article as the read it. They either 'digg it' (+1) or 'bury it' (-1) or nothin'. This raises the stories rank possibly to the front page if it's dugg enough. Membership is free and without bullshit. I heard it's the ranked 4th on the internet as an information source. holy. And you can comment on articles and comments can also be dugg or buried. and anyone can submit an article. very very cool. check it out. I'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I just wrote an infomercial for digg. I kinda feel dirty. weird. anyway CNN, NYT, Yahoo! news, google news are kinda pissed. fun. I think this song explains how I feel about the big media organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Girlfriend in a Coma" by The Smiths off their 1987 album "Strangeways, Here We Come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The first time The Smiths were seriously misinterpreted was in 1983 when "Reel Around the Fountain," a song that had been aired on a BBC radio session, was alleged to condone child abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115160403665499431?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.digg.com/' title='Dig it.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115160403665499431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115160403665499431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115160403665499431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115160403665499431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/07/dig-it.html' title='Dig it.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115099644540185956</id><published>2006-06-30T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:14:50.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting for Puppets</title><content type='html'>Wow. This is unbelievable. Republicans will stop at nothing, intent on pushing an agenda of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,3-2248170,00.html"&gt; http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,3-2248170,00.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I watched "Good Night and Good Luck." It's quite good. It's esspecially interesting viewed with "The Insider" in the back of your head. Together those movies tell quite a story. It tells the history and the future of TV Journalism, and brother, it ain't bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we vote for CEOs of Corporations? This system sucks. It's like we can vote for city council members but Leader of the Province is a King, appointed by a few rich guys. Who cares about the stupid mayor when he's gotta do what the king says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve off their 1997 album "Urban Hymns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: The Verve sampled a bit from the obscure album The Rolling Stones Songbook (1966) which consisted of Stones songs that were reworked by an orchestra (the bandmembers didn't play on it at all). And while there was absolutely no comparison between these strange new versions and the definitive, rocking originals. The copyright holders of the Stones' '60s catalog, ABKCO, demanded 100 percent of the royalties for the song, and got it. That's Just Stupid. I hate copyright more and more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115099644540185956?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/M/htmlM/murrowedwar/murrowedwar.htm' title='Voting for Puppets'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115099644540185956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115099644540185956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115099644540185956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115099644540185956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/voting-for-puppets.html' title='Voting for Puppets'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115160252411760478</id><published>2006-06-29T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:35:24.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe to Steal from the Man</title><content type='html'>Leave it to the Swedes. &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/06/28/p2p_insurer_will_pay.html"&gt;They&lt;/a&gt; will insure you against being sued by the RIAA for downloading songs of the internet and if you do get sued they will send you a t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chances of being sued are 1 in 1840. To put that in perspective your &lt;a href="http://www.slyck.com/news.php?story=769"&gt;chances&lt;/a&gt; of dying but any external cause is 1 in 1755.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Been Caught Stealing" by Jane's Addiction off their 1990 album "Ritual De Lo Habitual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: When Perry Farrell submitted his original artwork to Warner Brothers Records for the band's 2nd album, 1990’s Ritual de lo Habitual, the label reportedly wasn’t too thrilled. Still, they honored the band's vision and gave it a go in the marketplace. Until, that is, a few stodgy retail chains squawked. Under corporate pressure, &amp; forced to reconsider, the guys opted to go with minimal text simply quoting the Free Speech guarantee within our First Amendment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115160252411760478?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.boingboing.net/2006/06/28/p2p_insurer_will_pay.html' title='Safe to Steal from the Man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115160252411760478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115160252411760478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115160252411760478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115160252411760478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/safe-to-steal-from-man.html' title='Safe to Steal from the Man'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115150380034836120</id><published>2006-06-28T10:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:11:03.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the facts man</title><content type='html'>I've been watching a documentary by Ken Burns called "Jazz" and it's shockingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if y'all'r big documentary fans, but to me, when they are good, there is nothing I'd rather watch. When they are bad I feel like somebody just took a shit in my brain, like I just watched "full house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen but 3 of 19 hours Ken Burns is the guy, he is the number one super-cool. My hero of the documentary. So I researched a little bit. Supposedly his documentary "The Civil War" is so good  George Will of the Washington Post said, “If better use has ever been made of television, I have not seen it and do not expect to see better until Ken Burns turns his prodigious talents to his next project.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These critics are drooling for everything this guy touches  it's crazy. like this drooler Jack Newfield of the New York Post, “Jazz is the best American documentary film I have ever seen. Period.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the math though, 19 hours and we've rented it four 14 days that means I gotta do over an hour a day to get through it. That's a little intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready yourselves to hear some jazz you cowards! But First I'll send some ska 'cause it's so damn hot 'n' summer-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Tighten Up" by Lee Perry off his 1968 album "Blackboard Jungle Dub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: His studio Black Ark, and everything in it, burned to the ground. Perry claims bad wiring as the culprit, but the more familiar and commonly accepted story is that Perry burned the studio down in a fit of acid-inspired madness, convinced that Satan had made Black Ark his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115150380034836120?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.florentinefilms.com/ffpages/KB-frameset.html' title='Just the facts man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115150380034836120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115150380034836120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115150380034836120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115150380034836120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-facts-man.html' title='Just the facts man'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115143895374392622</id><published>2006-06-27T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:39:19.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Geek in Me.</title><content type='html'>I know know if any of you care about AI but doodes is it every cool. Here are some of my recent discoveries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• CLIPS is a tool developed by NASA for building Expert Systems. It's in the Public Domain and free to &lt;a href="http://www.ghg.net/clips/CLIPS.html"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt; for PC or Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• SWI Prolog is a tool developed by &lt;a href="http://hcs.science.uva.nl/"&gt;The HCS Lab&lt;/a&gt; at the University of Amsterdam and it's for programming in Prolog which is essentially Predicate logic (which is waay easier than it sounds.) It's under the  Lesser GNU Public License (ie free) and you can &lt;a href="http://www.swi-prolog.org/dl-stable.html"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt; it for mac pc or unix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically you give it simple facts and rules then ask it questions and reasoning through inference it tells you answers. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the geek has had enough time in the sun. He's got to crawl back into the cave and learn prolog. Say 'bye' geek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GeekPif: Later Fellow Earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Orange Crush " by R.E.M. off their 1988 album "Green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: After an exhaustive international tour supporting 1988's Green, the band retired from touring for six years and retreated into the studio to produce their most popular records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115143895374392622?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gnu.org/licenses/lgpl.html' title='The Geek in Me.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115143895374392622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115143895374392622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115143895374392622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115143895374392622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/geek-in-me.html' title='The Geek in Me.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115143738706891680</id><published>2006-06-26T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:36:22.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I was gone...</title><content type='html'>A very scarey moment as my blog  (this blog) disappeared for a few days. The crazy thing is my first thought was they took me down for my criticisim of the anti-terrorist legislation. And before I thought that was totally stupid. I managed to paint a whole picture in my mind of them kicking down my door taking me away and holding me without charging me or letting me contact anyone and  being all mean to me 'cause of my views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bugs me about that is I thought it was possible, if even only for a moment. To me, I should have concluded that it ha d begun Aliens had attacked the blog server and were invading the planet, then the Canadian gestapo was going to kick down my door and take me away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this disappearing blog thing happens to you, don't call your lawyer, just REPUBLISH the whole thing in the dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a reality check: http://www.freepressinternational.com/nsa-4th-amendment.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "You Can't Hurry Love" by The Supremes off their 1966 album "Supremes A' Go-Go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This album "Supremes A' Go-Go" was the group's first number one pop album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115143738706891680?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.freepressinternational.com/nsa-4th-amendment.html' title='I was gone...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115143738706891680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115143738706891680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115143738706891680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115143738706891680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-gone.html' title='I was gone...'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115098472042219486</id><published>2006-06-22T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:52:43.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Your taste is all in your mouth.</title><content type='html'>"et tu JR?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there is a growing concern of agitators who lack enthusiam for my recent musical selections. I ask you good and loyal people of the SOTD to expose these malcontents for what they are TRAITORS! It is time for us to band together to protect, these precious precious thing we have. You must abandon all critical thought and give yourself over wholly to the mob, only as a mob motivated by fear with me as your leader can we defeat terrorism and bring order to Iraq... er... the SOTD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Check The Rhime" by A Tribe Called Quest off their 1991 album "The Low End Theory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: They were on the 1994 Lollapalooza Tour. (I was going to send C+C Music factory in protest, but I lost my nerve.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115098472042219486?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.probush.com/traitor.htm' title='Your taste is all in your mouth.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115098472042219486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115098472042219486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115098472042219486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115098472042219486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-taste-is-all-in-your-mouth.html' title='Your taste is all in your mouth.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115081897121623529</id><published>2006-06-20T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:40:14.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikiness</title><content type='html'>According to Nielsen NetRatings &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page "&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; is now the third-most-popular news and information source on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the idea of free. Free means it's value it inherent, not assigned. People won't push it on you because they want your dime. It's publication isn't motivated by cash. Can you trust free info? Maybe not, but I KNOW I can't trust CNN. I like that you have to read wikipedia and still think critically about what your reading. Your not a gulliable fool, nor are you expected to be. But I kinda trust volenteers. They do it because they want to. They write about topics they are interested in. They choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It thick with things I value. Primarily freedom. Free will not contrived or controlled by anyone. I think these people are well meaning, that they are pursiuing fact. you may think I'm nieve but it's more likely that these people paid and edited by "other interests" have muddied intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me the intention is the thing. Wiki Volunteers are looking for the facts. Most other sources are looking for a sale, and "the facts" is just a method to get there and ultimately the facts would be sacrificed, if need be, to assure a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, why sell something you can give away for free? With idea's like that I'll, I guess I'll never be a capitalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Dead Man Blues" by The Red Hot Peppers off the compliation "Jelly Roll Morton Centennial: His Complete Victor Recording" originally released in 1924.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Jelly Roll Morton was the first man to write down Jazz. As well as being an incredible musician he was a pimp, a pool shark and had a diamond installed in his front tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115081897121623529?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/17/technology/17wiki.html?pagewanted=1&amp;ei=5088&amp;en=646c3d018ce68f36&amp;ex=1308196800&amp;adxnnl=0&amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;emc=rss&amp;adxnnlx=1150816047-roEui0o679S9NiRGKWqtDw' title='Wikiness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115081897121623529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115081897121623529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115081897121623529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115081897121623529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/wikiness.html' title='Wikiness'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115073654204482190</id><published>2006-06-19T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:35:32.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Macguyver Incarnate</title><content type='html'>My Bro (aka Dicky Dylan) who will from now on be Dylan "Midwife MacGuyver" Edwards. On May 6th, he Delievered his own baby, Sylvie, at his house, quite to his own surprise. Basically, the ambulance was late so He and Moria had to deliever the baby at home. The MacGuyver moment came when he took out his shoe lace and used it to tie off the ambilical cord. Wow. That's the way it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first call from 911 to the ambulance was "complicated pregnancy on Vernon street." the second call from 911 to the albulance was "man out of breath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Guts and ingenuity like that Moira and McGuyver Edwards could've populated the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "I've Found a New Baby" by Lester Young, Nat "King" Cole &amp; Buddy Rich off Lester's 1946 album "Lester Young Trio."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This Jazz great also starred in the motion picture 'Round Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115073654204482190?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115073654204482190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115073654204482190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115073654204482190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115073654204482190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/macguyver-incarnate.html' title='Macguyver Incarnate'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115039314423519338</id><published>2006-06-16T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:23:04.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Breton Bees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/ns/story/ns-bees20060615.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; sounds more like a children's book than a News Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just see the Police pistols drawn, screaming "BEES! BEES! Everybody RUN! Run for your lives! CALL the friggin' BEE-keeper!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine that lone beekeeper in full regalia, called out to the "big bee emergency" (there's the title of the book) standing powerless and awe-struck in a swarm of 30,000 bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers and Parents panicking "Will SOMEBODY think of the children!" locking the doors and windows. Looking out wildly for signs of attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rain came and cleared the bees, leaving a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the police officer scratching there heads and wondering "Where did they come from... where did they go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "One Night in Bangkok" by Murray Head off the 1984 Soundtrack "Chess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: This album was written by the male half of ABBA and the guy who wrote Jesus Suck Superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115039314423519338?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cbc.ca/ns/story/ns-bees20060615.html' title='Cape Breton Bees.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115039314423519338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115039314423519338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115039314423519338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115039314423519338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/cape-breton-bees.html' title='Cape Breton Bees.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115038699374854346</id><published>2006-06-15T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:56:33.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Gots the Sports Smarts.</title><content type='html'>It's not my nature to Say anything Like "Go Oilers!" but the play-offs are a strange times for a Toronto fan. We have to blow with the wind, because the our team usually BLOWS! Someday in my life-time they will make it to the final, in this I place my faith. A victory in the Final is a the promised land, I'll not even speak it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm watching the game in my skinny armchair hockey player kind of way. Talking about the game with my baby. Who isn't completely unimpressed about watching the hockey game. She's good to me. I rant predictions for 2 and a half periods and Sarah lesiurely looks at me listening, periodically with that sassy "you have no Idea what your talking about" look she's so good at. Finally middle of the third period with total confidence she says, "No your wrong the Oilers are going to win, fool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bet a quarter on it. It goes to OT. Penality against Oilers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-oh baby, it's over for you, they've been sucking ass on power plays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you even been WATCHING the game? They're last goal was scored shorthanded!" No sooner had the she said it and it was over. Oilers scored short-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say her accuracy was very, very sexy. She's knows the sportes cuz she did 'em. I'm such a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Wang Dang Doodle" by Koko Taylor off here 1969 album "Koko Taylor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: She has won more W.C. Handy Awards than any other female performer in history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115038699374854346?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blues.org/about/news.php4?Id=286' title='She&apos;s Gots the Sports Smarts.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115038699374854346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115038699374854346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115038699374854346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115038699374854346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/shes-gots-sports-smarts.html' title='She&apos;s Gots the Sports Smarts.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115038504269429022</id><published>2006-06-14T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:25:09.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey Hockey Hockey</title><content type='html'>I likes the hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought liking the hockey for many moons as a wee lad when I moved here from Toronto. In the 70s, in Toronto everybody hated the Canadians and everybody loved the Leafs, easy. When I moved to rural Nova Scotia, everybody hated the Leafs and loved the Canadians. At Seven it was just too much to bare. So I gave up on the whole bunch, gave in to my hatred and joined the dark-side as a full-time hockey hater (known secretly as "Darth Pif".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accellerating my journey to the dark-side was my failed career as a Goalie. Being little, oh so very little, the net was the safest place for me to be. I was quick and pretty good for a six year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in the 70s we were playing ball hockey and I was the Goalie. Since there were no masks or goalie gear to speak of (and we were six) there was a no high-shots rule and a no slap-shots rule. Everything was fine, I was stoppin' them dead. Some bigger kids wanted to play and pushed there way into our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of them but still I was a wall, nothin' no goals. Now I don't know if it was a mistake, out of frustration, didn't know the rules or to be mean, but one of those big kids pulled back for a wicked slap shot from about the red line near the boards. He put his all into it. It sped towards me like a bullit, I'd never seen a hockey ball move that fast in my life. I was totally in the zone and stood my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SMACKwizzzzzzzzWACK!" I stopped it... unfortunately, with my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to that point in my life nothing had ever been that painful. I thought he blinded me with that Hard oranage Hockey ball. I dropped my stick and gloves and cried all the way home. I totally lost the nerve to stand in front of the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I remember he was sincerly appologetic and tried to come over to help.  I think I through my glove at him, enraged and hatefully screamed "Big Jerk" at him before stormed off and I cried my swollen little eye home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Eye Of The Tiger" by Survivor off their 1982 Album "Eye Of The Tiger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Sly Stallone heard them in Toronto and commissioned this song off them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115038504269429022?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nhl.com/cup/champs.html' title='Hockey Hockey Hockey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115038504269429022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115038504269429022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115038504269429022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115038504269429022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/hockey-hockey-hockey.html' title='Hockey Hockey Hockey'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-115039185295508989</id><published>2006-06-13T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:47:35.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Police State.</title><content type='html'>Now I look at the US and think &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060615/ap_on_go_su_co/scotus_police_searches"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is what's coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "The KKK Took My Baby Away" by the Ramones off their 1981 album "Pleasant Dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Joey wrote this because Johnny (an Avid Republican) stole his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-115039185295508989?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060615/ap_on_go_su_co/scotus_police_searches' title='Police State.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/115039185295508989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=115039185295508989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115039185295508989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/115039185295508989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/police-state.html' title='Police State.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114987452987671214</id><published>2006-06-09T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T11:20:41.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Defending Rights</title><content type='html'>I like most of us Canadians are pretty damn interested in this "Foiled terrorist Plot" against the Canadian Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search I decided to Google "Rocco Galati" he is the Lawyer defending the suspected terrorists. I figure he's got to be a fool or a very interesting guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some bizarre things in my search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from the Toronto Star in 2003:&lt;a href="http://archives.econ.utah.edu/archives/pen-l/2003w49/msg00052.htm"&gt; On the face of it, Rocco Galati's claim that U.S. and Canadian intelligence agencies want to kill him sounds too weird for words... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from a talk he gave in 2001 about Canadian bill C36: &lt;a href="http://lists.econ.utah.edu/pipermail/rad-green/2002-January/002262.html"&gt; The other thing the Bill does is that it can convict you of facilitating&lt;br /&gt;terrorism without any knowledge or intent.&lt;/a&gt; This is a very very scarey one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This about American involvement of 9-11: &lt;a href="http://www.welfarestate.com/nwo/vreeland/"&gt; "let one happen. Stop the rest."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well that about ruined my day. So much for truth and democracy. jeezus. I need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Nocturne in E Minor, Op. 72, No. 1" performed by Ivan Moravec off his 1991 CD "Chopin: Nocturnes" Composed by Frédéric Chopin, published in 1855 (post-humaneously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: His singular touch, he has stated on several occasions, was a matter of necessity after an ice-skating fall at age ten that left him with a neck and spine injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114987452987671214?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://scienceforpeace.sa.utoronto.ca/Essays_Briefs/Galati/Galati-c36-01.html' title='Defending Rights'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114987452987671214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114987452987671214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114987452987671214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114987452987671214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/defending-rights.html' title='Defending Rights'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114977485182709198</id><published>2006-06-08T10:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:55:30.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rockrivertimes.com/index.pl?cmd=viewstory&amp;cat=4&amp;id=13382"&gt;"We did not do anything to them,” said Walid Abdul-Hameed, who lost her parents, her grandparents, a brother and two uncles in the shootings. Only she, one brother and a sister survived. “Because they hurt us,” she said, “we want the Americans to be executed.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 civilians slaughtered by American Marines in Haditha. The oldest was 70, the youngest was 2. Marines who've killed non combatants pay fines it seems. 2,500 bucks for each dead relative. nice. I wonder how many Americans would accept 2,500 bucks if a cop shot their mother or brother in the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a terrorist if I was this 9 year-old girl. She's lost everything, in an instant. It's fucking awful. There is no justice here. There won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Americans, the fucking idiots, for voting this raging asshole into power. And then for closing their eyes as tight as they can while this lying tyrant runs amok, taking lives. And then voting him in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not all bad: &lt;a href="http://www.rockrivertimes.com/index.pl?cmd=viewstory&amp;cat=4&amp;id=13382"&gt;Our major media and the administration just won’t report or acknowledge it. Last weekend, more than 100 people were killed in Iraq’s civil war. Our boys and girls are in the middle, and there’s no saving this mess. Torture in Guantanamo, Abu Ghraib, secret prisons in Eastern Europe, now this. Our nation has never limped so low before the eyes of the world in our entire history. These are outrages. We are only multiplying hate that will haunt us for decades. Enough death and dishonor. Get our troops out of Iraq; that’s how to support our troops—alive.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we following the American example and occupying Afganistan? Who is the bigger fool? The fool who leads or the fool that follows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Lamentatio" Performed by Convivium Musicum, Ensemble Villanella and Sven Berger off the compliation "Tugend Und Untugend: German Secular Music From The Time Of Luther." Composed in 1517 by Ludwig Senfl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Ludwig Senfl lost a toe in a hunting accident in 1518.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114977485182709198?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rockrivertimes.com/index.pl?cmd=viewstory&amp;cat=4&amp;id=13382' title='Disgusted.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114977485182709198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114977485182709198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114977485182709198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114977485182709198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/disgusted.html' title='Disgusted.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114961259427761075</id><published>2006-06-06T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:49:54.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding receiever.</title><content type='html'>I went to Matt and Becky's wedding over the weekend. Old Man Luedecke played at the reception. very cool. Guess who caught the Bouquet? Of course Long-Arm Watling was the one. She could be the star receiver of Steelers if they were throwing flowers instead of pig-skins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Yodelady" by Old Man Luedecke off his 2003 album "Mole In The Ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: He's from here. (anyone got a crazy fact?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114961259427761075?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/tennis/05/27/iraq.killings.ap/index.html' title='Wedding receiever.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114961259427761075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114961259427761075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114961259427761075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114961259427761075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/wedding-receiever.html' title='Wedding receiever.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114962218204989840</id><published>2006-06-05T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:42:32.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Tell No Tales.</title><content type='html'>I don't know shit. You can concider that a critisism of the media or of myself which ever you perfer. When reading any article or taking in any "facts" from any source I try to make sure my critical thinking engine is running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see a bush-wanna-be-reform-party-nut gets in control of our country and next thing I know we have 2,300 troops in Afganistan. A few of which are starting to come back in boxes. Then suddenly there is a foiled terrorist plot against the peace tower. Is this Reform Party dink really pulling American-style fear mongering bullshit? Here! In peace-lovin' Cananda? maybe not I read this from associated press:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Officials announced Saturday that the suspects were arrested after the group acquired three tons of ammonium nitrate, which can be mixed with fuel oil to make a powerful explosive. One-third that amount was used in the deadly bombing of the Oklahoma City federal building in 1995."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it. I just don't think they are lying about three tons of ammonium nitrate. It's hard to 'plant' three tons of Anything and anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people really do hate Canada. Prime Minister "I wanna play in the American sandbox" is kinda invading their country. I can't say I blame them. I wouldn't like anyone invading me. I can't say I like their methods. But, to me, there isn't any obvious legitimate reason for us to be in Afganistan. He seems to be invading another country as a favour to Bush. Which is pretty awful. Our people are dying over there and our people are put in danger over here as a favour to the worst American president in the history of the United States has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the PCs always have to put the Americans ahead of Canadians. It's like he was picked last to play street hockey a few too many times and now is his chance to shine. What he doesn't know is all those kids were doing him a favour. He sucks and he is just going to embarrass himself. Now he is going to embarrass himself on the world stage, with canadian lives to pay the bill. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan's Masters of War is just perfect (and oddly just came on) but I already sent it. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's some brillant rhetoric why this is all for the best. I wonder if that rhetoric comforts the families of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "You Always Hurt the One You Love" by Brenda Lee off her 1962 album "Sincerely, Brenda Lee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Brenda Lee and and Patsy Cline had the same producer, Owen Bradley in the early '60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114962218204989840?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060606/ap_on_re_ca/canada_terrorism_arrests' title='The Dead Tell No Tales.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114962218204989840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114962218204989840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114962218204989840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114962218204989840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/06/dead-tell-no-tales.html' title='The Dead Tell No Tales.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114900569437302629</id><published>2006-05-30T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:14:54.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tastes like Pot</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my househusbandly duties recently. So I've been cleaning up all day and last night, inspired by my friend sonia, I made a pot roast. It was really fun. I put the three pound chunk of cow in the slow cooker with potatoes and carrots and stuff and put in on low for 10 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I took it out and had a carrot. It didn't really taste like anything. Then I tried some cow, It didn't really taste like anything. I'm pretty pissed about it all. I'm going to sobey's today to get another pot roast. If anyone one knows a good recipe let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Bannana Boat Song" by Harry Belafonte off his 1956 album "Calypso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Calypso became the first million-selling album by a single artist, spending an incredible 31 weeks at the top of the Billboard album charts, Half a year as the number one album is fucking crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114900569437302629?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.yankeepotroast.org/daily/031002.html' title='Tastes like Pot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114900569437302629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114900569437302629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114900569437302629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114900569437302629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/tastes-like-pot.html' title='Tastes like Pot'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114891550479671246</id><published>2006-05-29T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:15:15.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapointment</title><content type='html'>It's no wonder I pretty much only watch movies I've already seen. I'm just sick as hell of movie disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the movie {proof} and I figure it'll be great you got the Pulizer Prize winning play thing, the guy who wrote the play also wrote the screen play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I forgot that Gwyneth Paltrow bites my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was rock solid stuck on three moves The Extreme Crunched-up Forehead of Ultimate Worry, The Sad Dead Stare of the Bored and The Gape-mouthed Angry-Faced Flounder (still worried) swam through a few scenes. F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a real-problem caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should have been a loser. A Geek. Odd and uncomfortable. As it was I never questioned whether or not she wrote the proof, When I should have been SURE she didn't. Then there would have been drama. Surprise, a change of events, a reversal. But instead it was just a tedious unbelivable journey of vindication and forgone conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't anyone KNOW how to tell a story anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they just handing out Pulizer Prizes as door prizes these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "The Blimp (Mousetrapreplica)" by Captain Beefheart &amp; His Magic Band off their 1969 album "Trout Mask Replica."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: At the age of four, Don Vliets' (aka Captain Beefheart) artwork brought him to the attention of Portuguese sculptor Augustinio Rodriguez, and Vliet was declared a child prodigy. In 1954, he was offered a scholarship to study in Europe; his parents declined the proposal, however, and the family instead moved to the Mojave Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114891550479671246?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/proof/' title='Dissapointment'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114891550479671246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114891550479671246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114891550479671246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114891550479671246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/dissapointment.html' title='Dissapointment'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114882786338680066</id><published>2006-05-28T11:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T11:51:03.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole King Coal</title><content type='html'>"...new coal plants under development worldwide could pump as much carbon dioxide into the atmosphere over their lifetimes as all the coal burned in the last 250 years..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Florida.&lt;br /&gt;America loves it's cheap power, spare no expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Step Right Up" by Tom Waits off his 1976 album "Small Change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Tom Waits has the same manager, Herb Cohen as Frank Zappa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114882786338680066?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/28/business/28coal.html?pagewanted=3&amp;ei=5088&amp;en=8d6121b99ed89183&amp;ex=1306468800&amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;emc=rss' title='Ole King Coal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114882786338680066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114882786338680066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114882786338680066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114882786338680066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/ole-king-coal.html' title='Ole King Coal'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114874672140500303</id><published>2006-05-27T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T13:46:22.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... I... never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/fowler-cover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/fowler-cover.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  According to Fowler's Household Helps (Over 300 Useful and Valuable Helps About the Home, Carefully Compiled and Arranged in Convenient Form for Frequent Use.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting Off Old Bottles and Their Uses—A bottle may be cut off by wrapping a cord saturated in kerosene oil around it several times at the point you wish to cut it, then setting fire to the cord, and just when it has finished burning plunge the bottle into cold water and tap the end you wish to break off. Odd shaped or prettily colored bottles make nice vases. The top of a large bottle with a small neck makes a good funnel. Large round bottles make good jelly glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Peel Sweet Potatoes Easily—Before putting sweet potatoes in the oven, grease the skins and they can then be peeled easily and without any waste of the potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Prevent Onions from Making the Eyes Water—Scalding water poured over onions will keep the eyes from watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Get Rid of Spiders—A good way to rid the house of spiders is to take pieces of cotton wool, saturate them with oil of pennyroyal and place them in their haunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Judge Mushrooms—Sprinkle a little salt on the gills of mushrooms to judge their fitness to eat. If the gills turn black the mushrooms are fit for food; if they turn yellow, the mushrooms are poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Nobody Home" by Pink Floyd off their 1979 double-album "The Wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/5938174/the_rs_500_greatest_albums_of_all_time/"&gt;According to Rolling Stone Magazine&lt;/a&gt; The Wall is the 87th greatest album of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114874672140500303?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.gutenberg.org/files/18432/18432-h/18432-h.htm' title='Well... 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I... never!'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114875075335482340</id><published>2006-05-26T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T14:33:08.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I like lists</title><content type='html'>Again, according to those hip cats at the Rolling Stone Magazine this should be how you view Rock and/or Roll if you are to think of yourself as wry, hip cat of taste and sophistication. I wonder what would happen to there list if 1960-1970 fell off their list? A lousey 10 years and this puppy is shot to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;#2 (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction -The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;#3 Imagine - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;#4 What's Going On - Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;#5 Respect - Aretha Franklin&lt;br /&gt;#6 Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;#7 Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;#8 Hey Jude - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;#9 Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;#10 What'd I Say - Ray Charles&lt;br /&gt;#11 My Generation - The Who&lt;br /&gt;#12 A Change Is Gonna Come - Sam Cooke&lt;br /&gt;#13 Yesterday - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;#14 Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;#15 London Calling - The Clash&lt;br /&gt;#16 I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;#17 Purple Haze - Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;#18 Maybellene - Chuck Berry&lt;br /&gt;#19 Hound Dog - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;#20 Let it Be - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;#21 Born To Run - Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;#22 Be My Baby - The Ronettes&lt;br /&gt;#23 In My Life - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;#24 People Get Ready - The Impressions&lt;br /&gt;#25 God Only Knows - The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;#26 A Day in the Life - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;#27 Layla - Derek and the Dominos&lt;br /&gt;#28 Sittin On the Dock of the Bay - Otis Redding&lt;br /&gt;#29 Help! - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;#30 I Walk the Line - Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;#31 Stairway To Heaven - Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;#32 Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;#33 River Deep, Mountain High - Ike &amp; Tina Turner&lt;br /&gt;#34 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' - The Righteous Brothers&lt;br /&gt;#35 Light My Fire - The Doors&lt;br /&gt;#36 One - U2&lt;br /&gt;#37 No Woman, No Cry - Bob Marley and the Wailers&lt;br /&gt;#38 Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;#39 That'll Be the Day - Buddy Holly and The Crickets&lt;br /&gt;#40 Dancing In The Street - Martha and The Vandellas&lt;br /&gt;#41 The Weight - The Band&lt;br /&gt;#42 Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks&lt;br /&gt;#43 Tutti Frutti - Little Richard&lt;br /&gt;#44 Georgia On My Mind - Ray Charles&lt;br /&gt;#45 Heartbreak Hotel - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;#46 Heroes - David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;#47 Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;#48 All Along The Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;#49 Hotel California - The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;#50 The Tracks Of My Tears -Smokey Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is on this list and I've past over it a for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck Berry off his 1959 album "Chuck Berry Is on Top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In the early '70s Chuck Berry scored his last hit with a live version of the salacious nursery rhyme, "My Ding a Ling," yielding Berry his first official gold record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114875075335482340?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rhino.com/rs500/songs_51_100.lasso' title='I like lists'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114875075335482340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114875075335482340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114875075335482340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114875075335482340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-like-lists.html' title='I like lists'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114900779901626660</id><published>2006-05-25T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:53:20.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain in the ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/1600/mcgill.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4736/507/320/mcgill.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok I got a new topper for diseases I don't want. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/30/health/30pain.html?pagewanted=1&amp;ei=5087%0A&amp;en=e8c79629ef7988c5&amp;ex=1149134400"&gt; RSD.&lt;/a&gt; It tops the list on the McGill Pain Index. You may not have heard of it either but it's just what it sounds like. A pain-o-meter, a ranking system. Anyway RSD is sudden permenent unexplainable pain. The nerves just never stop sending pain messages to the brain. wow. I believe that to be unimaginabley painful. So Mange, Gout and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6822468/?GT1=6190"&gt; Fatal familial insomnia&lt;/a&gt; now take a back seat to this fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Boogie Chillin" by John Lee Hooker off the album "The Legendary Modern Recordings 1948-1954."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: His 1990 duet with Raitt on "I'm in the Mood" won Hooker his first Grammy Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114900779901626660?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rsdcare.org/McGill%20Pain%20Index.html' title='Pain in the ass'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114900779901626660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114900779901626660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114900779901626660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114900779901626660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/pain-in-ass.html' title='Pain in the ass'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114848170589548208</id><published>2006-05-24T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T16:54:36.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>World's are Collapsing.</title><content type='html'>So I do theatre for a while get a degree, it bites. I do advertising for a while, while it pays better, it too bites. But if the world was coming to an end and I had to pick between the two, it would be a theatre life for me. But it now seems the worlds coming to an end AND I don't have to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York you can see a play with a live Ad before it starts. Here's what one theatre goer said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took a long time for everything," said a Dutch-born New Yorker, Daphne van der Meulen, 29. "I think you can see from the people that it didn't really — how do you say it? — didn't really hit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what Shakespeare would say: How much do I get payed? I think we need to beef up my role? (Actors are all the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Antonin Artaud would burn down the theatre (But he'd probably do that anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure Beckett would be pissed and write a great play about it, that most people would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bretch would ask to direct it, subvert and expose the hippocrasy and get run out of town by the capitalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bitch and moan, then cry a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "What Is And What Should Never Be" by Led Zeppelin off their 1969 album "Led Zeppelin II"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Led Zeppelin II spent seven weeks at number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114848170589548208?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/24/theater/24ads.html?ex=1306123200&amp;en=822e714d23936629&amp;ei=5088&amp;partner=rssnyt&amp;emc=rss' title='World&apos;s are Collapsing.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114848170589548208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114848170589548208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114848170589548208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114848170589548208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/worlds-are-collapsing.html' title='World&apos;s are Collapsing.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114788061111258692</id><published>2006-05-17T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T12:43:31.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo?</title><content type='html'>k so we are going to elope. wedding planning blows. Sarah wants to go south, I want to go to Italy. I think I can convince her to go to Italy or Spain or Greece. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go. We have a big party as soon as we get back. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Spanish Train" by Chris de Burgh off his 1976 album "Spanish Train &amp; Other Stories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: It is with shame that I admit the first concert I ever saw was Chris de Burgh, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114788061111258692?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gorillamask.net/rcdarth.shtml' title='Where&apos;s Waldo?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114788061111258692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114788061111258692' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114788061111258692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114788061111258692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/wheres-waldo.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo?'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114685604550838414</id><published>2006-05-05T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:11:38.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Maker Cocoon</title><content type='html'>I'm a House Husband! What bizarre twist of fate lead me to this path I cannot say. But the irony to all ex-roomates, ex-girlfriends, and family members must be palpable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the kitchen, cleaning the house, thinking about the house, getting the groceries, re-arranging furniture, calling my ever-lovin' bread winner at work waay too often with banal questions, gossiping, stopping in on my way here or there... Let me say it's very very strange for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just that I didn't care about mess but I just never saw it. I think I'm actually starting to see mess. I'm turning into something else, something very domestic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid. &lt;br /&gt;hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Flying Home" by Lionel Hampton &amp; Oscar Peterson off the 1954 album "The Lionel Hampton Quintet". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: In January 2001, a vibraphone Lionel Hampton had played for 15 years was put into the National Museum of American History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114685604550838414?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114685604550838414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114685604550838414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114685604550838414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114685604550838414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-maker-cocoon.html' title='Home Maker Cocoon'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114658528333537377</id><published>2006-05-02T12:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:54:43.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is about the link</title><content type='html'>This link kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Gj4rYe4hD6w&amp;search=stephen%20colbert%20white%20house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe George Bush is in the room. It doesn't look faked either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Can't Truss It Public Enemy" off their 1991 album "Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Public Enemy promoted Apocalypse 91 in 1992 by touring on the second leg of U2's Zoo TV tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114658528333537377?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=Gj4rYe4hD6w&amp;search=stephen%20colbert%20white%20house' title='This one is about the link'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114658528333537377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114658528333537377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114658528333537377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114658528333537377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-one-is-about-link.html' title='This one is about the link'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114649194006481551</id><published>2006-04-25T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:27:22.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>way to choke</title><content type='html'>So it's my last exam and I'm feeling kinda burnt and studied out. So with limited success I stave off procrastination. The last refuge to the procrastinator is the "what is my mark so far" activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I busted my ass to get a good grades during the term and the ass-busting worked. Considering my usual routine is to have blown it by now I'm feeling pretty good about the outcome of the "Mark so far game" I averaged it all out and figured for sure I got an A with the outside chance of an A- (so far) in Discrete Math (Number theory, Set Theory, Logic, Mathematical Proofs.) So I'm feeling pretty good about the concept of getting an A in a university math course especially one as primarily conceptual as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel summer on the verge of snapping into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three things:&lt;br /&gt;- "almost done" / "summer's here" vibes&lt;br /&gt;- Last exam burn-out&lt;br /&gt;- and general disorientation due to a lack of fucking up (I think you people call this confidence, but this concept is foreign to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;led to an atomic exam room choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage one, a second guess on the first question, lead to a rise in temperature and full-on, full-body sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage two, my mind blanked on the basic predicate logic question, causing a frantic and time consuming search for an 'easy question'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage three, a wave of anxiety at the failure to find the sanity saving "easy question" hence sanity was not saved, thus, sanity was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage four, looking around the arena for any-other freaking class-mate in the 'insanity loves company' mental state. What I saw was a hockey rink brimming with a terrible fear, each of us struggling in silence. Each of us at our cheap wobbly exam time tables, scratching our fear into pencil marks answering questions each question answered asks another, is that right? Each answered question dumping it's own load of fear to the bigger question, Will I get a good grade? Will I fail? Will I make it? Will I be ok? Am I ok? Am I smart? Am I good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point I felt like standing on my desk wildly waving a white flag, not in surrender but as a call to arms, as to signal the revolution. We can escape our fear! We can overcome the Tyrants! The Bureaucracy! The hypocrisy! We mortgage our future. We pay out thousands for a raffle ticket to happiness. And they corral us all in here like chattel to grovel for marks! Rise up my fellow students Rise up and... and what? drink some beer and scout out hotties in the library? This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage five, Hope that I don't blow it and do my best with the rest of the suckers in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has nothing to do with the above rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "Androgynous" by the The Replacements off their 1984 album "Let It Be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Originally, the band was called the Impediments, but they changed their name to the Replacements after being banned from a local club for disorderly behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114649194006481551?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114649194006481551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114649194006481551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114649194006481551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114649194006481551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/04/way-to-choke.html' title='way to choke'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880369.post-114562934159503395</id><published>2006-04-21T11:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:22:21.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams.</title><content type='html'>1 down 2 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song of the Day is "I Was Meant For The Stage" by The Decemberists off their 2003 album "Her Majesty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Fact: Not only is one member of this band named Chris Funk but he also plays the theremin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; njoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7880369-114562934159503395?l=songotd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thereminworld.com/' title='Exams.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/feeds/114562934159503395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7880369&amp;postID=114562934159503395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114562934159503395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7880369/posts/default/114562934159503395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songotd.blogspot.com/2006/04/exams.html' title='Exams.'/><author><name>Pif</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10448149017467547974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
