Jodhpuri Chai Party HNT

This is a little dollhouse that I made in woodshop. It's designed after a typical home in Jodhpur, Rajasthan.
Jodhpur is famous for having many houses painted the very same shade of blue.
This may be because blue is the colour of the Brahmin caste, or because the blue colour repels insects, or simply because it's more cooling. It depends who you ask! Oh India, you crack me up so bad! *UPDATE*See comments section for another take on why the houses are blue.....
I was so excited when I discovered that I could take my pictures of Jodhpur to a paint shop, where they matched the colour perfectly! They put this little lense thing on the picture, then it told the paint mixer how much of what colour to use. I don't know about you, but I was impressed! LOL

My dollhouse looks a little lonely, don't you think? Why don't we have a tea party!













Welcome, everybody! As you can see, Logo is already here! Get another cup ready Logo, here comes BS. He's right behind you in the window!

Heh! Ok so enlarge this pic, because I want you to see the lovely Crapola that Logo sent me!
Notice the teeny gold violin, the candlesticks, and the tiny glass fruits on the table. Those are the crapolas! And they are really tiny! Ooh I just love tiny things!
(For those of you wondering why I'm calling it crap...we have this game we adopted, that I saw once about a year ago on another blog. We send each other stuff, then we have to make art and posts and what nots with it.)

How'd I do BS? Schadeboy?

I leave you with this limerick, I'm saree it's so bad! Har har! I wrote it with a couple other friends.....

There once was a man from Bombay

Who just didn't know what to say

when the girl from next door

caught her saree in the door

and unraveled her dress all the way.

Happy HNT everyone!
Mr Ratburns got his own kind of tea party!

If it's boobies you're looking for, check out the Hijackers! We got plenty today!

Pontifcating on cereal and breasts......sorta....

Somehow Little Rita made it to almost 10 years old without ever having rice krispies.
This morning she had them. I didn't realize that I'd been denying her!

She poured the milk. Total look of joy and surprise on her face, "ooohhh cool, mommmm, they really do pop!" Sticking her face way into the bowl and laughing!
Precious.


On another note, this is boobiethon week. There are going to be boobies around every corner people. Bare boobies, covered boobies, all sorts of boobies, and yes, some of them will be mine. Get over it.

If you haven't ever learned to do a breast exam, you owe it to yourself. This is a little 10 step chart that oughta help you.

And, I think this is funny...I'm sorry if you don't. Gotta give the guy a little credit there, for wanting to help out the women in his community! Har har!

If you wanna see my seven favourite songs post, it's down there v......Have a lovely day, people!

Jenny, I got your number, I gotta make you mine....

OK RennyBA, I accept the challenge! Choose seven songs that you like, love, are listening to right now, or whatever! SEVEN makes me think of this song, so I shall post it first. Yeah, I know it's a Sesame Street song...but it's really cool, don't miss the lesson ok? You can watch it on Youtube as well, and I think you should! Go ahead you're not too old! I promise it'll make you smile.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=FvJyJI-9LqI

#1 The Alligator King
Music and Lyrics by Donald Hadley/William Luckey (c)1971 Sesame Street, Inc. (ASCAP)

Said the Alligator King to his seven sons,
"I'm feelin' mighty down.
Whichever of you can cheer me up
Will get to wear my crown."

His first son brought seven oyster pearls
From the bottom of the China Sea.
The second gave him seven statues of girls
With clocks where their stomachs should be.

The third son gave him seven rubies
From the sheikdom of Down There Beneath.
The King thought the rubies were cherries,
And he broke off seven of his teeth.

The fourth son tried to cheer him up
With seven lemon drops.
The King said, "I'm sorry son,
Since that ruby episode, I just haven't got the chops."

The fifth son brought the King perfume
In seven fancy silver jars;
The King took a whiff, and he broke out in spots
'Cause it smelled like cheap cigars.

The sixth son gave him seven diamond rings
To wear upon his toes.
The King snagged his foot on the royal red rug
And crumpled up his nose.

The seventh son of the Alligator King
Was a thoughtful little whelp.
He said, "Daddy, appears to me
That you could use a little help."

Said the Alligator King to his seventh son,
"My son, you win the crown.
You didn't bring me diamonds or rubies, but
You helped me up when I was down.

Take the crown, it's yours, my son.
I hope you don't mind the dents.
I got it on sale at a discount store-
Cost me all of seven cents!"
Seven!


#2 Jenny, Jenny (867-5309) by Tommy Tutone
I'm driving to the laundromat sulking, and this song comes on the radio! Suddenly I'm bouncing along, singing and having a good old time, and wondering what it must have been like back then if your phone number really was 867-5309.
Thanks for the smiles, Jenny! Thanks Tommy!

#3 Bees wing by Richard Thompson
I think I have listened to this song 50 times since I saw Richard Thompson perform last friday night. It's very special. 'nuff said.

#4 Aaj Mausam Bada Beimaan Hai
This song can be found on the Monsoon Wedding soundtrack, but it's a very old Hindi song, and can be heard in a couple of older Hindi films as well. The title means, "Today the weather plays tricks on me." The countdown to India has begun....7573 days to go......I'm gonna get all India'd out on you guys pretty soon here, if I haven't already!

#5 River Euphrates by The Pixies
Oh man, this song is just too much fun......ride the tiger, ride the tyre, whatever! See what happens when you run out of gas? Just take the tyres off and float down the Euphrates, of course! Youll get there sooner or later!

Ride, ride, ride,
...Stuck here out of gas
Out here on the gaza strip
From driving in too fast
Let's ride the tiger down river euphrates
Ride the Tiger, ride the tiger....

#6 Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
This song is just so cool, and so sweet, and I just love it....go hear it if you haven't. This version is performed by Allison Crowe.

Wowee lookit how handsome LC is in this pic...reminds me of...um...whats that guys name?

#7 Suzanne by Leonard Cohen
Now you see, I ended up over there at Youtube, and lookit what I found....what beauty.....
ok ok and this bonus video, more Leonard Cohen and Judy Collins. Speechless.......

I know I went off on a Leonard Cohen thing, but I wanted this post be about the music that is right now in my life, this very day. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Challenging you, Miss Logo, and you, sir, and Fortress Guinness too!

55, erm, 77Flash Fiction Friday

"One more dress, and we'll be done for the day" said mom, "Hand me another clothespin dear."
"But Momma, what about the load of sheets we were gonna do?"
"I'm thinking, honey, lets go into town and buy new sheets, those are so old and worn!
"Why don't you go stuff all those old sheets into a trash bag , then we'll go shopping in our matching frocks!"
Later, at Bradleys, mom wonders if she did the right thing.




OK I know this is more than 55 words....I'll be back later to fix it, after the laundry....meanwhile, why don't you leave me one?

Kingfisher HNT
Kingfisher did Not pay me to say this stuff!

Im not much of a beer drinker. In fact, most of the time, it just makes me wanna go to sleep.
But when in India, it's pretty hot and humid most of the time, there's nothing like an ice cold Kingfisher at the end of a long sweaty day of wandering the market stalls, haggling and seeing the sights. They sell it in really big bottles there too!

Hee hee!

See, I told ya!

Hah! Thanks to B and Schadeboy for all the help this week with photoshop. Sheesh what a lot to learn!!!! I know I didnt defringe babies, but I'm just not that patient yet!

Whats Mr Ratburn up to this week?

Thong Thung Blue.......everybody knows one....

Last week, I posted my 8 sinful secrets of childhood. One of my crimes was sneaking into the boys bathroom at school and getting caught. I promised to show that comic if there were any requests, and there were, but....I cannot find it yet!
I have been keeping sketchbooks since the 9th grade when a really cool art teacher suggested we keep an art journal, to jot down ideas, sketches and inspirations. I have about 20 sketchbooks at this point I have only found 6 of them......the bathroom crime comic is in one of the "lost books."
I will find it!
In the meanwhile, I found this comic that I drew about the first time I ever bought a thong panty. Now, thongs were a pretty new thing at that time, in fact, you were considered pretty racey if you wore "those kind of underwear." (Comic drawn in 93, but actual incident was more like '86)
So I'm the bunny in most of my comics, as you might have figured out by now. I hope you enjoy it!
Clicky for big stuff!

So Ben Mi Ca Bon Tempo!

I saw Richard Thompson play last night.
Now ok, you have to understand, he played in my town. There are only 7,000 people in this town. Richard Thompson has played for crowds larger than that!
Every year my town has this giant Celtic Festival. People come from all over the world to hear this music. But Richard Thompson! Whoa! Here's the funny thing...there were people at this concert who didnt even know who he was!!! OMG!!! EEK!
Anyway, I have been a fan of Richard Thompson for ...erm....20 years.....
There's nothing like seeing him live though! He's really into getting the audience to sing along with him, and that makes for just the most fun!
Today, I post this song for one of my favorite GF's, you know who you are!
Looks like Richard is your kind of man!


Hots for the Smarts!

I like a girl in satin who talks dirty in Latin
A girl who's flirty when she quotes Krishnamurti
If she likes to be goosed while researching for Proust
Then I'll know she's my kind of creature
Among her delectables, her intellectables
Must be her sexiest feature

I've got the hots for the smarts
Hots for the smarts
IQ off the charts
Give me brains over hearts (please)
I've got the hots for the smarts

I want a girl from Mensa with a furrowed brow
When the tenses get denser, she gets it - and how!
I need a polymath called Cindy or Kath
Who likes her Plato not too platonic
An autodidact who can add and subtract
While sipping her Tolstoy and tonic

I've got the hots for the smarts
Hots for the smarts
IQ right off the charts
Give me brains over hearts (I mean)
I've got the hots for the smarts

I want a girl with a feel (getting obscure here)
for Faraday's Wheel
A girl who'll drool for Fleming's Left Hand Rule

Some men like pin-ups of girls who do chin-ups
Like Xena The Warrior Princess
But I'll take to dinner my Nobel Prize winner
With plutonium stains down her dress

I've got the hots for the smarts
Hots for the smarts
IQ off the charts

[Der Bingle-esque "ba-ba-ba-ba-ba"]
Give me brains over (you know the rest)
Got [garble] hots [garble]

I want a girl who knows loadsa Kierkegaard and Spinoza
A girl who plays chess humming "Porgy and Bess"
Now she must be able from her logarithmic table
To find all those decimal places
What do I care, she's nothing to wear
When her teeth are imprisoned in braces


I've got the hots for the smarts
Hots for the smarts
IQ off the charts
Give me brains over hearts (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
I've got the hots for the s-- (there might be more)

I want a girl with a brain (goes on forEVER)
the size of Siberia
With a haughty disdain of all things inferior
Now I don't want some learner with a Bunsen burner
She must be the finished article
Who sees our attraction as a chemical reaction
And charm as merely a particle

I've got the hots for the smarts
Hots for the smarts
IQ off the charts
Give me brains over hearts (please)
I've got the hots for the s-- (could there be more?)

I want a Ph.D. who reads Linear B
Who applies her lotion with a Brownian motion
Now some men may favour a girl who's a raver,
A tease, or a saucy young minx
But I'll get undressed with the girl I'm impressed with
Who's tunneling under the Sphinx

I've got the hots for the smarts
The hots for the smarts
IQ off the charts
Give me brains over hearts (oh please)
I've got the hots for the smarts (I mean)
I've got the hots for the smarts


How could I NOT think of you? Even Mr Ratburn elbowed me in the middle of the song and whispered, " (insert your name)....!" We got a good giggle out of that....
He also performed a few tunes from my favourite RT release, Rumour and Sigh:

1952 Vincent Black Lightening (come to think of it, this song is about motorcycles and redheads.....hmnnn...)
Misunderstood
Jimmy Shands
Feels SO Good

What a great show!

55Flash Fiction Friday

I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise....

Hey people, it's Patrick Star, and he's at the Taj Mahal! What are you doing in India, Patrick?

"I was following this yellow balloon, Susie!"

Ack, what a lame 55, huh? I was trying to do this mad scientist thing...chopper, get it? Was gonna call myself Prairie Dawn Manson.....up all night chopping, get it...ok, maybe I'll try another version later on....
And yeah, I know it's crude, but here it is folks, my first chop. Boy, do I have a lot to learn. I have so many crazy ideas that I cannot wait to try, but right now my imagination is way ahead of my shop skills. I have a couple of expert choppers in mind though, that I plan to get some lessons from, right Schadeboy? Right, B?

I know it's heartstopping, but stop staring and get to work, you have a 55 to write! Just make sure it has at least one main character and a plot, in just 55 words~ Amazing!

EEEEKKK I'm not ready for HNT!!!!!

Ok look here, it's 8:22 pm PST, and I have exactly 8 minutes to be UP...you know I like to be one of the first ones up! But, I just dont have an HNT for you this week*.......so I am posting this picture of me in my bathroom right after I painted it this summer. Why this pic? Because NOW it's 8:23!
So, this makes me wonder, is it still an HNT when it's not an HNT?

*Why I am not ready this week? You will notice the lovely HNTs of Mr Ratburn and The Hijackers, both of which I created......there's only so much time.....sigh...

I feel so half~nekkid!

Happy HNT everyone! Eeeek, it's 8:26! MR Ratburn and The Hijackers are up too! Go check em out!

How To Do The Indian Head Waggle & Other Indian Stuff!

This article shamelessly stolen from Slate.com

Trying Really Hard To Like India
In the mid-1970s, famed author V.S. Naipaul (of Indian descent but raised in Trinidad) (*OOH LOOKY HERE LIME!) came to India to survey the land and record his impressions. The result is a hilariously grouchy book titled India: A Wounded Civilization. Really, he should have just titled it India: Allow Me To Bitch at You for 161 Pages.
I hear you, V.S.—this place has its problems. As you point out, many of them result from the ravages of colonialism … and some are just India's own damn fault. Still, I've found a lot to love about this place. For instance:

1) I love cricket. The passion for cricket is infectious. When I first got here, the sport was an utter mystery to me, but now I've hopped on the cricket bandwagon, big time. I've got the rules down, I've become a discerning spectator, and I've settled on a favorite player (spin bowler Harbhajan Singh, known as "The Turbanator"—because he wears a turban). I've even eaten twice at Tendulkar's, a Mumbai restaurant owned by legendary cricketer Sachin Tendulkar. Fun fact: Sachin Tendulkar's nicknames include "The Master Blaster" (honoring his prowess as a batsman), "The Maestro of Mumbai" (he's a native), and "The Little Champion" (he's wicked short). His restaurant here looks exactly like a reverse-engineered Michael Jordan's Steak House. Instead of a glass case with autographed Air Jordans, there is a glass case with an autographed cricket bat.
And in what could turn out to be a dangerous habit, I've begun going to Mumbai sports bars to watch all-day cricket matches. These last like seven hours. That is a frightening amount of beer and chicken wings.

2) I love the Indian head waggle. It's a fantastic bit of body language, and I'm trying to add it to my repertoire. The head waggle says, in a uniquely unenthusiastic way, "OK, that's fine." In terms of Western gestures, its meaning is somewhere between the nod (though less affirmative) and the shrug (though not quite as neutral).
To perform the head waggle, keep your shoulders perfectly still, hold your face completely expressionless, and tilt your head side-to-side, metronome style. Make it smooth—like you're a bobble-head doll. It's not easy. Believe me, I've been practicing.

3) I love how Indians are unflappable. Nothing—I mean nothing—seems to faze them in the least. If you live here, I suppose you've seen your fair share of crazy/horrid/miraculous/incomprehensible/mind-blowing stuff, and it's impractical to get too worked up over anything, good or bad.
(This is a trait I admire in the Dutch, as well. They don't blink when some college kid tripping on mushrooms decides to leap naked into an Amsterdam canal. Likewise, were there a dead, limbless child in the canal … an Indian person might not blink. Though he might offer a head waggle.)

4) I love how they dote on children here. (I'm not talking about dead, limbless children anymore, I'm being serious now.) At our beach resort in Goa, there were all these bourgeois Indian folks down from Mumbai on vacation. These parents spoiled their children rotten in a manner that was quite charming to see. In no other country have I seen kids so obviously cherished, indulged, and loved. It's fantastic. Perhaps my favorite thing on television (other than cricket matches) has been a quiz show called India's Smartest Child, because I can tell the entire country derives great joy from putting these terrifyingly erudite children on display.

5) I love that this is a billion-person democracy. That is insane. Somehow the Tibetan Buddhists of Ladakh, the IT workers of Bangalore, the downtrodden poor of Bihar, and the Bollywood stars of Mumbai all fit together under this single, ramshackle umbrella. It's astonishing and commendable that anyone would even attempt to pull this off.

6) I love the chaos (when I don't hate it). Mumbai is a city of 18 million people—all of whom appear to be on the same block of sidewalk as you. If you enjoy the stimulation overload of a Manhattan or a Tokyo but prefer much less wealth and infrastructure … this is your spot. (Our friend Rishi, who we've been traveling with, has a related but slightly different take: "It's like New York, if everyone in New York was Indian! How great is that!") And whatever else you may feel, Mumbai will force you to consider your tiny place within humanity and the universe. That's healthy.

There's more good stuff I'm forgetting, but enough love for now. Let's not go overboard. As they say in really lame travel writing: India is a land of contradictions. A lot of things to like and a lot of things (perhaps two to three times as many things) to hate.
It's the spinach of travel destinations—you may not always (or ever) enjoy it, but it's probably good for you. In the final reckoning, am I glad that I came here? Oh, absolutely. It's been humbling. It's been edifying. It's been, on several occasions, quite wondrous. It's even been fun, when it hasn't been miserable.
That said, am I ready to leave? Sweet mercy, yes.

written by Seth Stevenson

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Apu Nahasapeemapetilon and the Kwik-E-Mart!

No matter what one has to say about The Simpsons' Apu Nahasapeemapetilon, the manager of Springfield's Kwik-E-Mart, one cannot deny that this toy is hot! The rarest of the Simpsons playset, this one is hard to come by. It's extremely nicely designed and the figure is a wonderful 3 dimensional representation of one of cartoondom's (as well as toydom's) few South Asian characters.

"Homer, are you stealing squishies?"

"I thought I told you to get out of my mom and pop operation!"

8 Deep Dark Secrets Divulged or: Kid Krimes Revealed

Beware! Dangerous criminal on horseback ahead!

Here's a ME ME that's been floating around blogland. I sorta opened my big mouth and volunteered to do this list for Art. Ok I think I can do this 8 scandalous things if I leave out the years between 21 and now! LOL

Now that's me up there on the big horse. Don't let me kid ya, I actually had a little brown pony, not at all unlike the white one my sister has back there...except, uh, brown, yeah...

I started out early with seedy behavior:

1. On my very first day of school, in K, I decided that I didn't like where I was sitting, because a little girl at the other table had a fuzzy stuffed monkey I just had to check out! I quickly switched seats, got caught, and was deprived snack. These days, that teacher would be in a lot of trouble for withholding the grahams!

2. In the 3rd grade, I snuck into the boys bathroom at school to investigate, of course, and got caught by the janitor. "Get back to class young lady, you do NOT belong in there!", this giant of a man scolded.
I am still not over the shock of seeing a urinal for the first time! This scarred my fragile eggshell psyche so badly that I dreamed I was sent to the principal's office for this shenanigan. Future angst was evident, when in the 80's, I again played out this horror in a comic strip. Clearly, my most scarring dark secret! (IF you ask nicely, I will even dig out the comic strip and scan it!)

3. In 5th grade, my sister and I took a little paper route to make some money. It was hard work, and the pay was terrible. Didn't take long to figure out that we could just toss the papers into our trashcans on the side of the house, and just pretend we delivered. Oh yeah, that worked swell, for two days, until my father took the trashcans out to the curb....he made us confess, pay for the papers, and apologize....how yewmiliatin'!

4. In 6th grade, I started hanging out with some seedy little girls, and we thought it was cool to snitch licorice and stuff from the local convenience store. I got caught, of course, and was told to never come back into that store again! Later, my more craftier friends rolled in the grass in guffaws, enjoying their stolen loot, while I confessed to having been caught in my first attempt at thievery! My career of crime had just begun....

5. In junior high, things really got bad. I had this drunken neighbor who had a chilled KEG of beer at all times in a fridge in her garage.....so while she was at my house, shooting the breeze with my mom and the other neighbor ladies, we'd sneak in with our large plastic tumblers, and fill up on beer. While we were at it, we'd help ourselves to her huge stash of Marlboro's too! Then we'd head for the horse pasture out back, and smoke and drink til we puked, which by the way, didn't take much for a 75 pound 8th grader! Oh what fun!

Here I am as a shifty 15 year old! Surf's up, dude!

6. Hmnn, Hell School....why, I do believe I was a downright angel for the most part. That is, if you don't count ditchin'! Now, very often, this little Southern California beach baby actually thought she could get away with a day of fun and sun at the beach instead of attending high school!
Did I actually think my mom wouldn't notice the bleached out hair, reddened cheeks, coconut smell, and, uh, sand all over my feet....Hello????? Take a look at that pic up there....where do you think I spent more time? School or the beach?


7. I managed to make it through college by NOT writing any research papers, because I traded my most excellent award winning high school essay on Cybernetics, complete with visuals, with another student. Hers was on witchcraft! We of course both got A's! Then we set up this secretly elaborate paper trading system with a bunch of other......OMG....this one is really bad, should I delete it?
Hey, I was an art major......I don't need no stinkin' term papers........


8. I slept with one of my college profs, then got a B in his class! Hey! I was only 19, what did I know about "A-getting techniques"?

OK WHOA! I think I'll stop right there........

Oooh, smooth! Notice how I managed to skip by most of my adulthood entirely? :D Heh! Well, that's because you don't even wanna know why i'm climbing over this fence in a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and a hippie skirt...........

...or what I was doing 5 minutes before this picture was taken.........

And don't even ask me what this face is all about!

Ok I challenge my best girls, Logo, Snav's and Lime to belly up to the sin bar and divulge 8 secrets. I'll be hiding out until the heat from this post blows ovah!

55Flash Fiction Friday

....I need the green appendages...a body for the blue bear....and the pink one's head....
Hey wait, little orphan! Don't run off! Your brown bear will have legs soon enough!
Wow~ who woulda thought making stuffed animals could be such hard work? Now, just two more bears and I proceed to the next level...elephants!




Ok well, I had to think hard about posting one of my favorite online game obsessions! I admit it, it's probably made for kids, but it's so much fun building colorful stuffed animals before they run off the assembly line, exploding and then filling the entire factory with polyfill! Come to think of it, the exploding is really fun too!
And, when you get to higher levels you get to make elephants and pigs too! Woo hoo! Am I easily entertained or what?
Sortof like Lucille Ball in the toy factory!

So are you going to play today or just stand around watching stuffed animals explode?
A flash fiction is a short story in 55 words with at least one main character and a plot. Go on, you know you wanna try it!

BTW, I was contemplating a ME ME in which you divulge a handful of deep dark secrets, and then I thought, "What~ Are you kiddin' me?"

Cleopatra's HNT




With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool
Be angry, and dispatch.
O, couldst thou speak,
That I might hear thee call great Caesar ass
Unpolicied!




Poor Cleo! If it ain't one thing, it's another...

Happy HNT everyone!
Sorry no garden for me, I'm much too rebellious to follow directions.
Antony Mr Ratburn is asleep on the job!

What does this photgraph have to do with the story below it? Nothing! You don't mind, do you?

I don't how many of you shop at Sam's Club or Wal-Mart, but this may be useful to know. I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. This happened to me and it could happen to you!!
Here's how the scam works:
Two seriously good-looking 23-year-old well-built guys come over to your car as you are packing your shopping in the trunk. They both are shirtless and they start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their highly-defined chest muscles and rock-hard abs exposed. It's impossible not to look.
When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say No and instead ask you for a ride to another Sam's Club or Wal-Mart. You agree and they get in the back seat.
On the way, one of them climbs over into the front seat and begins kissing your neck and begs you to pull over so he can make love to you!! While this is going on the other guy steals your purse and jumps out of the car!!
I had my purse stolen last Tuesday, Wednesday, twice on Thursday, again on Saturday, and also yesterday and most likely tomorrow. I'm running out of purses....

Hee hee hee hee hee! :P

oh our minds will wander to wondrous places.....

Saw Dave Matthews Band last night! Woweeeee, what a show!

Pantala Naga Pampa »
Rapunzel
Grace Is Gone
Dreamgirl
Break Free
When the World Ends
You Might Die Trying
Crush
Shotgun
Hunger for the Great Light
Digging a Ditch
Can't Stop
Jimi Thing
So Much to Say »
Anyone Seen the Bridge? »
Too Much
All Along the Watchtower
Sister
Granny
Tripping Billies

All these obsessive links will tell you how many times each song has been played, and where, if you care to know. I cut and pasted this set list, and the links were attached! Personally, I dont need to know that Tripping Billies has been played just 17 times.....hey, wait! Now, that is very interesting! I've played Tripping Billies more than 17 times myself.

Ya know, the thing about seeing Dave Matthews Band live is that every song is a masterpiece, carried out to it's fullest, each musician being allowed to express themselves in each and every song. 25,000 people dancing to the same beat! Gotta love it.

The first time I saw DMB was in 1994, in San Francisco, at the WARFIELD. Yes! The Warfield. Our local radio station was giving away tickets to see DMB with Big Head Todd and the Monsters, and I won, I actually won. Sheesh, what a show! Only 1,000 very lucky people squeezed inside, and I was one of them.

Flash forward to last night, September 9th. It's 12 years later and I am finally seeing DMB live again! But this time, there are 25,000 people instead of 1,000. Wowee! Go Dave, go!

One particular band member that really blew my mind was Boyd Tinsley. A classically trained violinist from Atlanta, this man whirls around the stage, all 6'4" of him (gotta be, i'm just guessing but if anyone knows how tall he really is.....) dreadlocks past his shoulders, huge terrific smile, playing to the audience and enjoying frequent duels with his fellow bandmembers. As Mr Ratburn explained to me, this mans violin replaces the lead guitar in the band, making for a unique, fun and totally happening sound. This man is pure joy all wrapped up in a big tall package!
The thing about seeing a band in such a giant place like Mountain View, if you are not lucky enough to be in the first 30 rows, you kinda have to rely on those video screens if you want to see any action at all. But, that turns out to be a good thing, because you get to catch expressions, and interactions, and even sweat dropping off of Dave's nose.

What a band!!!

55Flash Fiction Friday™

The first light of dawn crept over the laboratory, waking the exhausted scientist from an uncomfortable slumber.
Stretching stiffly she thought aloud, "I dreamed of a fabric so durable, so unique and of a color unmatchable in nature."
Catching her reflection in the mirror, she glared at her labcoat, horrified.
"Jeepers, what have I done?"



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*So this crazy pink jacket is part of Swap~o~rama™, my new blog game. This lovely piece of work came from Lime™.....and was featured in Mr Ratburns HNT™ yesterday. Said garment will make an appearance somewhere in the Seattle™ area very soon.

Have a great weekend everyone!

I love my 501's HNT Y



These are my favorite old jeans. They are faded, patched worn and soft. And like WDKY, I too have the excellent taste of choosing Levi's 501's as my fit! I know they don't fit everybody, but they fit me just fine.






HAVE A GROOVY DAY, PEOPLE!


Mr Ratburn says it's business time!
The Hijackers are at it again with Stupid Human Tricks!

We were already robbed and kidnapped, we have nothing to lose but four cents. Please, George.

I've been challenged by Sam over at Sideways Again to list my favorite Paramount films. Has to be Paramount.
I never pay attention to "who made the film", unless it's an independent or something like that, so, I had to Wiki up some info. What I found was a handy alphabetized list of Paramount films, hurray!
Ok, so I am not picking any of those silly Indiana Jones films. And for sure, I could live without the Star Trek films....and Mission Impossible? Oh boy, does Tom Cruise make me wanna hurl...

SSS, here is my list! Enjoy!


The Blob ~ Oh man, pure cornball! I just love it! And, I really love the silver diner that gets swallowed. The fear, the suspense, the low tech effects! LOL!


Rear Window ~ Really there's a lot more going on in this film than a murder, and some of it is pretty kinky! I mean, who does Jimmy Stewart think he is? Just because he has a broken leg doesnt giving him a license to peep! And besides, he has a pretty hot girlfriend already. Behave yourself, Jimmy, sheesh! My favorite Hitchcock for sure.


Psycho~ "No! I will not hide in the fruit cellar! Ha! You think I'm fruity, huh?"
Oh man, just the whole Anthony Perkins as Norman thinking he's his own mom thing.....


The Out of Towners~ (Jack Lemmon/Sandy Dennis)~ OK, now this film is just pure hilarity!
Watch this couple from Ohio as they try to get to a job interview in New York City through a transit strike, garbage strike, a mugging......you name it, it happens to them.
"Wouldja lookit all that garbage?"
This is definitely one of my all time favorite films. Sandy Dennis is my hero!
I haven't seen the remake yet. I just don't see how this film could get any better.


Willie Wonka & the Chocolate Factory~ Jack Albertson, Veruca Salt, and cream buns and donuts, so good you could go nuts! Just perfect!
"Whoever heard of a schnozzberry?"
This film did NOT need to be remade. The only thing I liked about the new one was the melting chocolate Taj Mahal scene! Are you surprised?


Naked Gun~ One day I am going to get clocked in some school function or something for giggling during the Star Spangled Banner. ......"bunch a bombs in the air!...Jose' does that star spangled banneerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........." I cant help it, it's funny ok?

Mayor: Now Drebin, I don't want any trouble like you had on the South Side like last year, that's my policy.
Frank: Well, when I see five weirdos dressed in togas, stabbing a man in the middle of the park in front of a full view of 100 people, I shoot the bastards, that's my policy.
Mayor: That was a Shakesphere In The Park Production of Julius Caesar, you moron! You killed five actors! Good ones!
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Frank: A good cop - needlessly cut down by some cowardly hoodlums.
Ed: No way for a man to die.
Frank: No... you're right, Ed. A parachute not opening... that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine... having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go.

OK enough, I'm dyin' here!


School of Rock~ I just love Jack Black! He can be my substitute teacher anytime! This is just a fun, silly, and totally cool film. Ooh, ooh! I noticed you picked this fim too, S! Rockin' ought to be part of every school curriculum, say what?


Nacho Libre ~"Chancho, when you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room... Just for fun"
Ok, this film isn't great, but, it's loaded with all sorts of silliness, don't blink! Salad anyone?


Napoleon Dynomite~ From the second the opening credits come on, all made with tater tots, ketchup and other food, I'm hooked! I could watch that scene over and over when the Uncle throws the steak at Napoleon...I'm sorry! It's funny, alright? And, I just love that little chick with the ponytail on one side of her head. Especially the scene when she is photographing the Uncle......she's so in her element for a 14 year old, it's scary! Vote for Pedro!

Ok, so no Tom Cruise for me, baby!
What are some of YOUR favorite Paramount films?

tied to the whipping post.......

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