Sunday, September 27, 2009
Arizona Stadium
I was watching Monday Night Football in Arizona, and they showed how the grass field is on wheels and is rolled out of the stadium to receive natural sunlight. It's pretty darn cool.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
I know how much Harvey likes interactive maps
Check out the Grand Coulee Dam bitches. Now that's big!
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=110997398
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=110997398
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
Tiger Balls.by Neil Gaiman
You know, one time I saw Tiger down at the water-hole: he had the biggest testicles of any animal, and the sharpest claws, and two front teeth as long as knives and as sharp as blades.
And I said to him, “Brother Tiger, you go for a swim, I’ll look after your balls for you.” He was so proud of his balls. So he got into the water-hole for a swim, and I put his balls on, and left him my own little spider-balls. And then, you know what I did? I ran away, fast as my legs would take me.
I didn’t stop till I got to the next town. And I saw Old Monkey there.
“You lookin’ mighty fine, Anansi,” said Old Monkey.
I said to him, “You know what they all singin’ in the town over there?”
“What are they singin’?” he asks me.
“They singin’ the funniest song,” I told him. Then I did a dance, and I sings:
Tiger’s balls, yeah I ate Tiger’s balls Now aint nobody gonna stop me never at all Nobody put me up against the big black wall ‘Cos I ate Tiger’s testimonials I ate Tiger’s balls.
Old Monkey he laughs fit to bust, holding his side and shakin’ and stampin’, then he starts singin’ “Tiger’s balls, I ate Tiger’s balls,” snappin’ his fingers, spinnin’ around on his two feet.
“That a fine song,” he says, “I going to sing it to all my friends.”
“You do that,” I tell him, and I head back to the water-hole.
There’s Tiger, down by the water-hole, walking up and down, with his tail switchin’ and swishin’ and his ears and the fur on his neck up as far as they can go, and he’s snappin’ at every insect comes by with his huge old saber teeth, and his eye’s flashin’ orange fire.He looks mean and scary and big, but danglin’ between his legs, there’s the littlest balls in the littlest blackest most wrinkledy ball-sack you ever did see.
“Hey Anansi,” he says, when he sees me. “You were supposed to be guarding my balls when I went swimming. But when I got out of the swimming hole, there was nothing on the side of the bank but these little black shrivelled up good-for-nothing spider balls I’m wearing.”
“I done my best,” I tells him, “but it was those monkeys, they come by and eat your balls all up, and when I tell them off, then they pulled off my own little balls. And I was so ashamed I ran away.”
“You’re a liar, Anansi,” says Tiger, “I going to eat your liver!” But then he hears the monkeys coming from their town to the water-hole. A dozen happy monkeys, boppin’ down the path, clickin’ their fingers and singin’ as loud as they could sing:
Tiger’s balls, yeah I ate Tiger’s balls Now aint nobody gonna stop me never at all Nobody put me up against the big black wall ‘Cos I ate Tiger’s testimonials I ate Tiger’s balls.
And Tiger, he growls, and he roars and he’s off into the forest after them, and the monkeys screech and head for the highest trees. And I scratch my nice new balls, and damn they felt good hangin’ between my skinny legs, and I walk on home. And even today, Tiger keeps chasin’ monkeys. So you all rememember: just because you’re small, doesn’t mean you got no power.
And I said to him, “Brother Tiger, you go for a swim, I’ll look after your balls for you.” He was so proud of his balls. So he got into the water-hole for a swim, and I put his balls on, and left him my own little spider-balls. And then, you know what I did? I ran away, fast as my legs would take me.
I didn’t stop till I got to the next town. And I saw Old Monkey there.
“You lookin’ mighty fine, Anansi,” said Old Monkey.
I said to him, “You know what they all singin’ in the town over there?”
“What are they singin’?” he asks me.
“They singin’ the funniest song,” I told him. Then I did a dance, and I sings:
Tiger’s balls, yeah I ate Tiger’s balls Now aint nobody gonna stop me never at all Nobody put me up against the big black wall ‘Cos I ate Tiger’s testimonials I ate Tiger’s balls.
Old Monkey he laughs fit to bust, holding his side and shakin’ and stampin’, then he starts singin’ “Tiger’s balls, I ate Tiger’s balls,” snappin’ his fingers, spinnin’ around on his two feet.
“That a fine song,” he says, “I going to sing it to all my friends.”
“You do that,” I tell him, and I head back to the water-hole.
There’s Tiger, down by the water-hole, walking up and down, with his tail switchin’ and swishin’ and his ears and the fur on his neck up as far as they can go, and he’s snappin’ at every insect comes by with his huge old saber teeth, and his eye’s flashin’ orange fire.He looks mean and scary and big, but danglin’ between his legs, there’s the littlest balls in the littlest blackest most wrinkledy ball-sack you ever did see.
“Hey Anansi,” he says, when he sees me. “You were supposed to be guarding my balls when I went swimming. But when I got out of the swimming hole, there was nothing on the side of the bank but these little black shrivelled up good-for-nothing spider balls I’m wearing.”
“I done my best,” I tells him, “but it was those monkeys, they come by and eat your balls all up, and when I tell them off, then they pulled off my own little balls. And I was so ashamed I ran away.”
“You’re a liar, Anansi,” says Tiger, “I going to eat your liver!” But then he hears the monkeys coming from their town to the water-hole. A dozen happy monkeys, boppin’ down the path, clickin’ their fingers and singin’ as loud as they could sing:
Tiger’s balls, yeah I ate Tiger’s balls Now aint nobody gonna stop me never at all Nobody put me up against the big black wall ‘Cos I ate Tiger’s testimonials I ate Tiger’s balls.
And Tiger, he growls, and he roars and he’s off into the forest after them, and the monkeys screech and head for the highest trees. And I scratch my nice new balls, and damn they felt good hangin’ between my skinny legs, and I walk on home. And even today, Tiger keeps chasin’ monkeys. So you all rememember: just because you’re small, doesn’t mean you got no power.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Once Again a Bachelor
Yep. A month after moving in together we've called it quits. Amazing how quickly things can change. Anyway, feeling a sense of freedom I didn't realize I had been missing for a while, and am looking forward to some newness in my life.
Monday, June 01, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
the other day I found myself thinking..
When was it exactly that Eddie Murphy's Career took a down turn. Then I remembered 1986, and yes. That is Rick James bitches!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Urgent!!!
The CDC has posted a Swine-Flu Specific Questions and Answers document titled “Swine Flu and You” to their
Web site. That document can be retrieved at http://www.cdc.gov/swineflu/swineflu_you.htm.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Tha's a goud wone
Although I don't really agree with the first line scrawled on the preview, the overall experience of the preview made my shitty afternoon feel much better. It looks like some fun sentimental goodness with some cool eye candy. I just wish the first line was the "capacity" for hope.
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