Well...I'm going to grow my goatee back, like in this photo from 3 years ago. I've been clean-shaven for almost a year now and it just aint working for me anymore.

I've got that precarious three days growth on it at the moment and actually right this minute I just look like a homeless guy...

...or a crazy uncle that lives on his houseboat, collects assault rifles, eats nothing but pork rinds and potted meat, and refuses to comply with restraining orders.

Soooo...in spite of the fact that when I sport some kind of facial hair it's been pointed out to me on different occasions that I look like...

A. Festus from the TV show "Gunsmoke"...



B) ...Billy Bob Thorton...



...or C) The hillbilly on the old Mountain Dew bottles...



...I'm still gonna grow it back.

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I've decided to go with the "Festus" look.

In conjunction, I've decided to work the "-like" suffix into all adjectives I use in conversation.

As in...

"You sure sang that song real pretty-like, Miss Brittney"

or

"Son, that's MY Nachos Bell Grande. Just back off real slow-like and aint nobody gonna get hurt."

or

"I can't remember the last time I had something this dang yummy-like and politically incorrect-like as this foie gras"

T

Three days of camping and fun and diversity and good vibes and awesome, awesome music.

Sounds sufficiently blissful to me!

(Oh....and there's an invite from me and Marc at the bottom of the post)

I can't think of a better getaway right now. It's being nicknamed the "WTF Festival" here, because seems like every day since mid-summer they have been announcing a new act from another different genre.

http://www.the-echoproject.com/

When they announced that Thievery Corporation had signed on, that's all it took for me. TC, in my opinion, produces some of the most beautiful music right now. I think their "Mirror Conspiracy" is hands-down the best album from the past 10 years of music.



Check out this line up! House, Dub, Rock, Hip Hop, Nu-Jazz, Reggea, Bossa Nova, Trance, etc etc etc...all very diverse and all very groovy and all at one festival. In a word...

The Killers
The Roots
Cypress Hill
The Flaming Lips
Thievery Corporation
Stephen Marley
Brazilian Girls
Phil Lesh
Cat Power & Dirty Delta Blues
Umphrey's McGee,
Dubconscious
Michael Franti & Spearhead
The Disco Biscuits
Rodrigo Y Gabriela
The Polyphonic Spree
Perpetual Groove
The Avett Brothers
Lyrics Born
Toubab Krewe
Greenskeepers
The Bravery
Secret Machines
Les Claypool
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Medeski
Lazaro Casanova
Telepath
The Egg
Spam Allstars
Rabbit in the Moon
Bassnectar
The Album Leaf
Martin, & Wood
Spoon
JJ Grey & Mofro
The Afromotive
ALO
Tea Leaf Green
Dirty Dozen Brass Band
Slick Rick with Fire Department
RJD2
The Benevento
Son Volt
MSTRKRFT
Benzos
MAN MAN

Like Bonnaroo...the Echo Project's ultimate message is responsible and green and sustainable living...and diversity. There is going to be dozens of "green" vendors and organizations and services and of course...tons of great food and libation.

We are buying our tickets tomorrow night. WHO WANTS TO JOIN US? Come on! Sounds like a good opportunity for a little Streamers meet-up to me.

T

Check it out. House & Garden online featured one of our new products and linked to our website yesterday for their "trend gifts under $100" thingy.

http://www.houseandgarden.com/trends/under/under?selectedDate=20070911

Thanks House & Garden!

 

 

 

 

This from www.kissthisguy.com ....

The real lyrics were:
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

But I heard them as:
Wrapped up like a douche
Another rumour in the night

The embarassing moment of revelation:
I kept thinking to myself....what the hell does a douche have to do with rumors? I asked a friend and she laughed so hard she turned purple.

Age when I discovered just how wrong I had been: 30

Do I think my version is better than the original?: Yes

Have I convinced others that my version is correct?: No

Do I take interesting medications?: No...well yes...I mean no.



And then Elton sang about electric boobs in Bennie and The Jets.

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Hey....I need help. The song "Great Big Gobs of Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts" has been going through my mind the past 2 days. Please tell me someone else remembers that song from elementary school.

I need:

A) Someone to remember what the rest of the lyrics were.
B) What tune it was sung to.

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And just one more thought....



Somebody needs to tell the makers of Snack Pack pudding what chocolate and vanilla are actually supposed to taste like.

I'm pretty sure; based on my pedestrian knowledge of flavors, that chocolate isn't supposed to taste sorta like chocolate and sorta like a new inflatible pool toy...and that vanilla isn't supposed to taste sorta like vanilla and sorta like a Barbie head.

T

The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch is one of my favorite scenes. I still giggle like a little girl from the moment he says "orangutans, breakfast cereals and fruitbats" to the end.





Apparently, we see now that the way creepy old Republican closet queens recognize each other is by tapping their feet three times in the loo.

We Monty Python and The Holy Grail nerds recognize each other in a crowd of normal people by sending out these signals...

1) WHAT is your quest? (said gruffly in a bad Scottish accent)
2) She turned me into a newt!
3) I fart in your general direction.
4) Ni!

The closet Monty Python nerd will not be able to contain themselves. The responses will be....

1) We seek the Holy Grail. Then they will talk about African swallows and migrating coconuts.
2) But I got better.
3) Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
5) We will continue to say "Ni" until you bring us a shubbery.

I couldn't think of a tune for tonight, but I did find this jewel from the greatest film ever made...Monty Python and The Quest For The Holy Grail.

"...And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that with it Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits, in Thy mercy." And the Lord did grin and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats and large chu... [At this point, the friar is urged by Brother Maynard to "skip a bit, brother"]... And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it." Amen."



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