CHEERS TO REMEMBERING!: Study in rats suggests long-term, moderate consumption of alcohol improves recall of both visual and emotional stimuli.
There! Proven with science. I don’t want to hear anymore about the beer in the fridge cause I’m working on improving my memory dammit. Kill 10 brain cells — grow 12 more.
Now I wonder if they need any research assistants.
Jagermeister makes you see the Wendigo. Here’s what Tequila will make you see.
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Ha! It’s me in the morning — only replace the bathrobe with underwear. How’d they get my picture?
What should you do if you find an Athiest?
If you find an Athiest in your neighborhood,
TELL A PARENT OR PASTOR RIGHT AWAY!
You may be moved to try and witness to
these poor souls yourself, however
AVOID TALKING TO THEM!
Athiest are often grumpy and bitter and will lash
out at children or they may even try to trick you into
neglecting God’s Word.
Very advanced witnessing techniques are needed for
these grouches. Let the adults handle them.
I’ll show ‘em some “advanced witnessing techniques” — like monkey steals the peach. Witness that!
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Yeppers — it’s September 19th. So for today, everybody must talk like a pirate. Swear like one too if you feel you must. So avast and yaargh and shiver me timbers.
Did ye notice the nifty spelling an’ grammar changes? That’s the cool pirate filter that kicks in every year on the 19th. Drupal is awesome.
All hail Boo Radley and Sid of the Seven Seas. Iffin’ yer not convinced — walk the plank or edumacate yerself with wiki.
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The cool folks down at Monkey in a Dryer sent Mira this nifty T-shirt. Like anywhere, Mira has no problem making new friends. Guess she left an impression while we were waiting for Jeanie’s shirt.
Mira likes it lots. Thanks, Drea!
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It’s that time of year again. Little kids go to hang out with other little kids and bring home a schoolyard version of Ebola or the Nimda virus.
Mira’s been out all weekend. Her cough sounds like a cross between a phlegm-launcher and someone sucking on their athsma respirator. Poor thing. She gets 20 hours a day of Nickelodeon because the coughing keeps her awake.
Then Bob came down with it, so we canceled our Sunday brunch plans.
Now I’ve got the shit. Damn-it-all-anyway. Effin’ viral infection that you can’t do a damn thing about. Nasty, creepy, snot producing, booger infested nose-swamp. Eight boxes of Kleenex a day, Dayquil, no energy or brain power and worst of all — no beer. :( Being sick sucks and a sinus infection is worse. So back to bed for all of us.
(How did Jen avoid the plague?)
A train hits a bus load of Catholic school girls and they all perish. They are all in heaven trying to enter the pearly gates past St. Peter. St. Peter asks the first girl, “Jessica, have you ever had any contact with a penis?”
She giggles and shyly replies, “Well I once touched the head of one with the tip of my finger.”
St. Peter says, “OK, dip the tip of your finger in The Holy Water and pass through the gate.”
St. Peter asks the next girl the same question, “Jennifer have you ever had any contact with a penis?”
The girl is a little reluctant but replies, “Well once I fondled and stroked one.”
St. Peter says, “OK, dip your whole hand in The Holy Water and pass through the gate.”
All of a sudden there is a lot of commotion in the line of girls, one girl is pushing her way to the front of the line. When she reaches the front of the line St. Peter says, “Lisa! What seems to be the rush?”
The girl replies, “If I’m going to have to gargle that Holy Water, I want to do it before Tiffany sticks her ass in it.”
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The Wendigo is a mythological entity from Algonquian Indian culture. It is a creature that’s part human that cannibalizes people lost in the woods. Typically during winter and always in the night. The nifty part is its Minnesotan heritage. Wendigo legend has its roots in the Great Lakes region being a story told to frighten youngsters in Algonquian and Ojibwa tribes.
More specifically, though, the Wendigo is the spirit of the forest that overtakes a person and forces them towards horrific actions. Stories indicate how a person overcome by the elements, starvation, and cold will fall victim to the Wendigo and go mad while preying upon his fellow mankind. As Steve Pitt writes in Legion Magazine…
“A Windigo was a human whose selfishness has overpowered their self-control to the point that satisfaction is no longer possible. That is why Windigos are always hungry no matter how much they eat.” read more »
Things have been kinda pokey around here lately. So I’ve done a few things to speed it up.
I’m not even going to bother looking at how Internet Explorer mucks things up now. If you still using that sorry browser it’s your own damn fault. Get with it and join the rest of the intelligent world with Firefox.
From the gallery page:
First Day of School
This was Mira’s first day of Kindergarten. She does half days in the afternoon and rides the bus there and then back again. She was pretty excited!
Greg’s Visit
Bob’s son, Greg, was in town for a visit, so we all got together at Nye’s to eat and have a good time. Later we met up again for brunch at the Downtowner.
35W Bridge Aftermath
It was nice and sunny out after brunch on Sunday, so Jen and I drove over the re-opened 10th street bridge to peek at the cleanup progress.
1. Bob Ross — “The Joy of Painting”
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The king of painting shows, everyone is instantly familiar with this afro-wearing, Demerol-voiced squirrel lover. Reminding us that here, “We don’t make mistakes, we make happy little accidents.” And ending each show with “I’d like to wish you happy painting, and God bless my friend,” with his little hand-flutter wave.
I always thoroughly enjoyed Ross’s show (although I’d get irritated by the 5 minute segments of him cooing at a squirrel or baby deer.) Get back to your art, damn it! Anyone who’s ever tried to paint has done their best to emulate Ross’s style at least once. My early acrylics were an attempt at this, though with not nearly as nice a result.
Links: BobRoss.com, Wikipedia — Bob Ross, IMDb — The Joy of Painting
2. Norm Abram — “The New Yankee Workshop”
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The woodworking icon. Tim Allen’s co-host, Al, on “Tooltime” wore flannel because Norm did first. (Is there anything else in his closet?) It didn’t matter because he taught us the fundamentals of fine woodworking and how easy it all is when you have the best tool for the job. “And remember this. There is no other more important safety rule… [Norm points to his glasses.] …than to wear THESE… safety glasses…”
I think my favorite Saturday morning indulgence, I’d watch Norm’s show like a baptist watching the 700 Club. My own motley collection of childhood Craftsman and Dremel power tools were no match for Norm’s Deltas or Milwaukees, but I did my best and certainly learned what to have in my dream-list. Lucky to grow up with a very handy woodworking Dad and excellent shop teachers, I put their tools, my own and Norm’s teachings to good use and churned out many projects from 2x4’s and scrap wood. And now that I’ve acquired that dream-list of tools, Norm’s knowledge and the right materials — the sky’s the limit.
Links: The New Yankee Homepage, Wikipedia — Norm Abram,
IMDb — The New Yankee Workshop read more »
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Wish I could pay my bills like this.
Have you seen Derren Brown on cable TV yet? Sort of another David Blaine type tricking people with diversion techniques, but this video is awfully clever.
Of course — we don’t get to see the fifteen outtakes that didn’t go this smoothly. Would you fall for it?
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And that equals a whole ton of walking. (Mira wasn’t willing to share her stroller with me, so I had to huff it the whole time.)
Jen had to work, but Mira and I went with Grandma and Grandpa to the State Fair. On arrival, Mira’s biggest concern was eating a corndog. She was quickly distracted by baby animals, however, and deep-fried stick food was waylaid until later. It was important to say hello and goodbye to each and every little barnyard creature in turn. Can’t miss any!
About one hour in, we did start to shovel grease on a stick into our mouths. Rinsed down with all-you-can-drink milk from the dairy booth. Mira made sure to spill some on her shirt to go with the cherry Icee, sprite, and water already there. I had the best damn turkey sandwich in the world, though. Plenty of tabasco and BBQ with pulled turkey on a hoagie bun. Yummy! read more »
My camera is fancy and takes cool pics of you and all kinds of stuff. Look for your captured likeness in my gallery and peek at other victims of the camera’s flash.
…but I also can’t prove that mushrooms could not be intergalactic spaceships spying on us.
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