I'm not a country music guy...

...but this song puts a smile on my face.

Wordle

I Put us into the Wordle machine

Lyric of the Day

If you come inside, things will not be the same
When you return to the light
If you think you've won
You never saw me change
The game that we have been playing

You Know My Name ~ Chris Cornell

Lyric Of The Day

To continue the tradition...

Taint the mince meat filagree
And it aint the turkey neck stew
And it aint them bruleed
Okra seeds though she
Made them especially for you

Filipino Boxspring Hog ~ Tom Waits

Somebody stole my basketball team!

I can't believe it's true. The jerk from Oklahoma City who bought my childhood team, traded away the good players, and then had the gall to complain about Seattle's "ancient" 13 year old arena, finally finished the shafting job he started and moved the team to Oklahoma City.

That's not even the part that I'm angry about. I had no particular attachment to any of the current players. Gary Payton and Shawn Kemp are long gone. But the team still had the name "Supersonics", the logo, the colors and 41 years of history. This Oklahoman, Clay Bennett, is taking the banners, the records, our 1979 championship trophy...none of that ever had anything to do with Oklahoma City, it belongs in Seattle.

I guess the only thing I can do is resort to name calling. What? The team needs a new name because "SuperSonics" doesn't make any sense for a team from Oklahoma City. There's no aerospace industry there. Let's see...

The Oklahoma City Cow Pies?...That might work, I'm sure there's cow poop in Oklahoma City. But something just isn't ringing quite right with that, it doesn't flow...

The Oklahoma City Slackjawed Yokels?...No, they'd want something more descriptive of the team, not the people out in the bleachers...

The Oklahoma City Weasels?...I'm getting closer, that definitely describes the owner...

The Oklahoma City Basketball Team That is Going to Suck For Another 10 Years, Never Develop a Fanbase in Hicktown, and Have to Relocate Somewhere Else Anyway, Good For Nothing Pathetic Losers...

What? They could use small letters and basketball players are big...it would fit I tell ya!

Indian Thriller: What the hell are they smoking?

Because I want some of it. I dunno if this scary, funny, mind blowing or all of them.

Now I know why they say that Bollywood is an adquiered taste

Lyric of the day.

Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you

Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been saying must be true

Hair Of the Dog - Nazareth

Lyric of the day

If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me if I don't say hello

I belong to another, it wouldn't look so good
To know someone I'm not suppose to know

Just Walk On By - Carl Smith

Lyric of the day

No, I ain't seen my baby since uh nigh' on a week.
Gotta get drunk, Man, so I can't even speak.
Gonna get high, Man, listen to me.

One drink ain't enough, Jack, you better make it three.
I'm gonna get drunk, I'm gonna make it real clear.
I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer.

One bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer - George Thorogood

Guilt Trip, Oscar Style

After the third week in a row of showing up for softball practice and being only one of three people to show up, I decided some drastic action might be required. I sent this little parable to my team mates:

Once upon a time there was a softball team. The team was okay but had lots of room for improvement so they decided to practice. The team was supposed to practice on Thursdays at the Grecian Heights softball fields at 6:00 pm.

One Thursday at practice time the weather was cold and cloudy. Two players showed up at the practice field and waited for their teammates to arrive. They already knew that the team manager wasn't feeling well and couldn't practice that day, but they couldn't figure out where the rest of the team was. "Maybe it's too cold for practice," said the first one. "Maybe it's too cloudy for practice," said the second one. A little disappointed, they returned to their cars and went home.

The next week at practice time the weather was not too cold but there was the faintest trace of of rain. The same two players showed up at the field and this time the manager was there too, feeling better and ready to play. They waited and waited but none of the rest of the team showed up. "Maybe it's too rainy to play," said the first one. "But its hardly raining at all, I don't get it," said the second. "Lets go home, hopefully it will be better next week," said the manager. So again, they returned to their cars and went home.

The next week at practice time the weather was very nice. It was eighty-five degrees and there was not a cloud in the sky. Still, the only people who showed up to practice were the three who were there the week before. Scratching their heads, they tried to figure out why no one had showed up. "Maybe it's too hot to play softball," said the first. "Maybe it's too sunny to play softball," said the second. "Lets go home," said the manager. "Hopefully it will be better next week." When they reached the parking lot, they were suprised to find that a fairy had turned all of their cars into Ferraris.

The End

The moral of the story is twofold.
1. We don't have an air-conditioned practice facility with a roof. Sorry.
2. No, you can't drive my Ferrari. It's your fault you weren't there on the day the Ferrari fairy visited the parking lot.

The day I sent this out, some of my team felt guilty and wanted to schedule an impromptu practice that afternoon.

Four people showed up.

Lyric of the day

I wanted to find the perfect song for Fathers Day, but while I was looking I decided to settle with a song I liked that has "Daddy" in the title. After all it is fathers day, so why can't I get to use the song I want? Anyway, here ya go, enjoy.

I remember back when you were nice and sweet
Things have changed, you'd rather fight than eat

I'm leaving now
I'm leaving now
I'm a long gone daddy I don't need you anyhow

I'm a-gonna do some riding on the midnight train
I'm taking everything except my ball and chain

I'm A Long Gone Daddy - Hank Williams Sr.

Lyric of the day / Johnny Cash Week

A little boy of three sittin' on the floor
Looks up and says, "Daddy, what is war?"

"son, that's when people fight and die"
The little boy of three says "Daddy, why?"

What Is Truth - Johnny Cash

Lyric of the day / Johnny Cash Week

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,

I bet I'd move it on
a little farther down the line,

Far from Folsom Prison,
That's where I want to stay,

And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away

Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash

Doing My Part To Be "Green"

Today I single-handedly saved the environment. Well, okay that's a slight exaggeration of the facts, actually it took two hands. And like many of my proudest accomplishments, it took place in the bathroom.

Do you want to know what I did in the bathroom? (You're not sure, are you?) Well, I made a breakthrough in the area of hand drying. There has been much debate over whether using paper towels or a hot air dryer is the most "environmentally correct" method of drying your hands. I resolved this debate today while attempting to retrieve a towel from one of those motion sensing towel dispensers that worked even better than it's engineers could have imagined.

I waved my hand in front of the motion sensor. Nothing happened. The Force is NOT strong with this one. "This contraption is the worst of both worlds," I thought. "It uses electricity and leaves behind litter. What a crummy invention."

I tried to wave my hands again. Nothing happened. Do or do not. There is no try. "And it doesn't even work," I continued. "Technology is supposed to make our lives easier? If I could just pull the towel out myself, I'd be out of here already."

I waved my hands again. Nothing happened. I have a bad feeling about this. "Maybe this thing does save electricity, I don't think anyone plugged it in."

I waved my hands again. Nothing happened. I find your lack of towels disturbing. "This thing is bad for the environment and it is seriously doing bad things for my attitude."

I waved my hands again. FINALLY!! I was able to dry my hands. YAHOOOOO! You're all clear, kid. Now let's blow this thing and go home. No, no towel ever came out. It's just that all that hand waving evaporated every bit of moisture from my hands. No electricity, no waste, no litter, no nothing, just dry hands. I think Winged Lion would be proud. The ever climbing odometer on my carbon footprint was, for a few seconds, put on pause.

And then I went out into the parking lot and fired up my old Dodge, blew black smoke all over the place, and went home.

Liric of the day / Johnny Cash Week

With the twilight colors falling
And the evening laying shadows

Hidden memories come stealing from my mind
As I feel my own heart beating out

The simple joy of living
I wonder how I ever was that kind

Like A Soldier - Johnny Cash

Lyric of the day / Johnny Cash Week

Every night when I go to bed
I thank the Lord that my kids are fed

They live on beans eight days of nine
But I get 'em fat come Pickin' Time

Get 'em fat come come Pickin' Time.

Pickin' Time - Johnny Cash

Lyric of the day / Johnny Cash Week

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home

The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns


When The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash

Lyric of the day / Johnny Cash Week

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die.

Big River - Johnny Cash

Lyric of the day

The Lord has promis’d good to me,
His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Amazing Grace - John New­ton

Lyric of the day

Everybody's got their problems--ain't no new news here
I'm the same old trouble you've been havin' for years

Don't confuse the problem with the issue girl
It's perfectly clear

Just a human desire to have you come near

Crumblin' Down - John Mellencamp

Lyric of the day

I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part

And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart - Johnny Cash

Signature: Wacko Jackson with a Bollywood feeling

This guys were the 2nd runners in the recent edition of Britain's Got Talent. While such kind of shows are usually edited to present the audience either heartbreaking stories or the judges mocking someone, the winner and the 2nd place this time broke the mould. While the dance rutine of the 1st place (because yes, this yer no singer won, yay!!!), I prefer the 2nd Place one, particularly the audition one, as was more surprising and has a good vibe.

Enjoy.

Lyric of the day

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones

Lyric of the day

You can tell the whole world
how youre gonna make it

You can follow you heart
but what ya do when someone breaks it?

Who Will You Run To - Heart

Lyric of the day

There's nothing in the street
Looks any different to me

And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye

And the parting on the left
Is now parting on the right

And the beards have all grown longer overnight.

Wont Get Fooled Again - The Who

Lyric of the day

I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head

I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last nights bed

I dont know where Im going
Only God knows where Ive been

Im a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind

Blaze of Glory - Jon Bon Jovi

Lyric of the day

Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly, why say please?
They only want to get you on their knees

Everything Goes To Hell - Tom Waits

(Thanks to Oscar for getting me hooked on Tom Waits)

New Presidential Candidate

Well it was about time we -or better said I- joined the bandwagon in this heavily charged political environment. Therefore I'm supporting the only candidate whose way of life and pledge fits my own perspective:

For a detailed list of the 12 Top reasons to vote for him, go here:

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(I know, shameless plug, deal with it).

Be honest with yourself, do you really want an alien or an ancient sleeping god from a realm of madness or even a sucky mercenary of a snake army to rule your country? When you can have a true hero forged in the battles to save mankind and who has support of really powerful beings? Do the right thing citizen and Vote Queen /Jordan this 2008. Join us now!!!

Gnonggy Mounit

It looks like the blog has been given new life recently. WingedLion reappeared again out of nowhere. It's great to see him back. And I've enjoyed Sawyer's "Lyrics Of The Day" over the past few weeks. I'm not in the habit of putting much thought to the words of a song while I'm listening, so to see them spelled out on a page helps me experience another side of music that I usually overlook.

I think I'm a lot like a kid in that way. Kids don't care about the words. If you've got the tune, just throw in the right amount of syllables...hopefully get some of the vowel sounds to match close enough and you've got yourself a song. Remember the "Buckwheat Sings" skit on Saturday Night Live?



I've got a little Buckwheat that lives in my house. The older daughter, when she was a toddler, used to sing "She'll Be Coming Around the Mountain" at the top of her lungs. At least I think it was "She'll Be Coming Around the Mountain". The actual lyrics were something like: Shebbe Cumbin Rahnja Mancha Wenshee Cubs...

Fast forward five years later and she's into much cooler stuff, she's graduated from Barney and moved into more mature music like The Chipmunks. She's still a little Buckwheat though. I've been listening to her sing "Funky Town" for that past three weeks. There's a part right before the chorus that's supposed to go:
Well, I talk about it, talk about it
talk about it, talk about it
Talk about, talk about, talk about movin’
What comes out of her mouth is:
Wahleye gnonggy mounit, gnonggy mounit, gnonggy mounit, gnonggy mounit, gnonggy mount, gnonggy mount movies.

You've got all the elements of a good song. She's right on tune, right on beat, she's not missing any syllables, the vowels all match. That's good stuff right there. That's what I'm gnonggy mount.

He is alive!!!!

Is Alive!!! IS ALIVE!!!

Yes I'm still alive, though it might look like not. Though not a good excuse, I'm close to finish my PhD (in a topic that sometimes Oscar thinks is BS anyways :P) so that is consuming all the spare time I don't use reading comics. I promise I will be back at posting something, as soon as I get more time to think something actually good to discuss.

Meanwhile, some food for the thought:

-Iron Man Movie: Great, made me a fan of the character and I HATE Marvel. There that is your insurance that is a good movie. Robert Downey Jr. is to Tony Stark what Christopher Reeve is to Superman. Probably the bets movie of the year so far (until The Dark Knight comes).

-Indy 4: Good. I still prefer The Last Crusade, but this one is good, old fashion family fun full of easter eggs and childhood nostalgia. If you don't like it you don't have soul.

-The world needs more Green Arrow, so I will do something about it. Like this:

http://wingedlionsquiver.blogspot.com/

Lyric of the day

I wish I had a dollar for every time I've heard it said
"They'll never get to me, cause I'm quicker than the rest"
The night is closing in and the hounds are at my heels
But, I'm always one step ahead

It Can't Happen to Me - Charlie Major

Kid Prayers

Kids say the funniest things when they're praying. I try to keep prayer as serious and respectful as possible, after all, you are talking to the Creator, but a couple of times my kids have said stuff that had me snorting with laughter.

A few months back, the younger one was telling God about some things she was thankful for: Thank you for animals...thank you for my family...thank you for soap and perfume so we don't hafta stink all the time...

And tonight, my mom e-mailed the family a picture of my sister who konked herself in the head with a rifle scope while shooting with her fiancee. She had a pretty good gash above the eyebrow, pretty traumatizing if you're a little kid. This was my older daughter's prayer tonight: God, please heal my aunt Becki, because she shot herself in the head...

My prayer tonight: Lord, thank you for my kids, they crack me up.

Lyric of the day

Here am I a fallen arrow
My load is wide, my street is narrow
My skin is thicker, my heart is tougher
I don't mind workin', but I'm scared to suffer
You know? You know?

All Or Nothin' - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Lyric of the day

An Iron fist quietly sits inside the Velvet Glove
Take control, untouchable just like God above
I can't escape, wrapped in red tape, what will become of me?
If I object, then I defect my country 'tis of thee

The World Need A Hero - Megadeth

Lyric of the day

Whiskey gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy
I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine

Have A Drink On Me - AC/DC

Lyric of the day

He once shot a man just for snorin'
Got outta bed and shot him dead
Well his name was, I didnt know what his name was So we just called him Fred
He was ridin cross the desert on a horse to another town
Lookin for a woman in a night gown
The horses name was, I didnt know what his name was So we just called him Fred
Oh now
Fred's ridin
Fred's ridin
Fred
Fred's ridin Fred
Fred's ridin Fred
Fred's ridin Fred

Fred - Rodney Carrington

Lyric of the day

You're here, you're gone
I'm still hangin' on
This game ain't nothin' new
You've changed your mind
So many times
But I'm still in love with you

Think It Over - Steve Earle

Lyric of the day

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan

Lyric of the day

End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your death's construction

Master Of Puppets - Metallica

Lyric of the day

Make a joke and I will sigh
And you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel
And love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words
Telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life
I wish I could but it's too late

Paranoid - Black Sabbath

Lyric of the day

I don't write songs about girls anymore
I have to write songs about women
No more boy meets girl, boy loses girl
More like man tries to understand what the Hell went wrong.

I'm An Adult Now - Pursuit Of Happiness

Lyric of the day

She smokes them french cigarettes
In cocktail gloves and a strapless dress
She cuts a perfect silhouette

But shes a dark angel wearing dark glasses
A fading beauty as the night time passes ... I say

Black cars look better in the shade
Black cars look better in the shade

Black Cars - Gino Vanelli

Lyric of the day

Are you going to play football this year, John?
No!
Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then,Are you Johnny?
No! no! no!
Boy, you sure are a funny kid, johnny, but I like you! so tell me,What kind of a boy are you, John?

I only like dreaming
All the day long
Where no one is screaming

Be Good Johnny - Men At Work

Lyric of the day.

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,"
There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

"All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

All Along The Watchtower - Bob Dylan (As Recorded by Jimi Hendrix)

Lyric of the day.

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, 'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan

I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie, don't you know

You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Copperhead Road - Steve Earle

New Clone Wars Trailer

http://www.starwars.com/video/view/000639.html

~~You want to go see this trailer.~~

I know how LOST ends!

Last night I had a dream about the final episode of LOST. If it turns out to be true, then LOST will go down in history as one of the creepiest shows known to mankind. Read on at your own risk, it isn't pretty.

In my dream, the producers of LOST arranged to have the last episode played in movie theaters instead of on television. I of course had tickets. It started out pretty well, Michael was being chased through the jungle by the smoke monster...actually TWO smoke monsters and then the scary part...everything changed from live action to cartoon...Dr. Seuss style. The smoke monsters at this point looked a bit like the Grinch. Michael looked like a citizen of HooVille. Then the music started. The smoke monsters and Michael did a song and dance number that ended with the monsters catching Michael and throwing him in their refrigerator which already contains all of the other LOST characters. The scene ended with Michael singing a mournful song called "I Never Wanted to End Up as a Human Pez Dispenser".

Then credits roll and the lights come up. The theater was silent. I looked around and everyone appeared as disgusted as I was. "That's how it ends?" someone said. Then there was crying, rioting, general mayhem, etc.

So there it is, the end of LOST. If it turns out to be the actual ending, sorry I spoiled it for you.

Lyric of the day

Broken now, I can't help but feel
Someone cracked the seventh seal
Nothin' sacred, nothin' left unturned
When nothin's simple, then nothin's learned

So take me down to the virgin spring
Wash away my suffering, oh
Splash that holy water on me
Wash my eyes so I can see

The Seventh Seal - Van Halen

Lyric of the day

I wandered so aimless life filed with sin
I wouldnt let my dear saviour in
Then jesus came like a stranger in the night
Praise the lord I saw the light.

I saw the light I saw the light
no more darkness no more night
Now Im so happy no sorrow in sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.

Just like a blind man I wandered along
Worries and fears I claimed for my own
Then like the blind man that God gave back his sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.

I saw the light - Hank Williams Sr.

Quick Movie Review

I saw Ben Stien's Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed today. My recommendation: go see it now, don't wait for the dvd. It's not that there's any special effects that you have to be in the theater to experience...its just that you shouldn't wait to see this film. If Intelligent Design is a concept that captures your interest, you also might want to see the film A Priviledged Planet and read the book Darwin's Black Box.

Lyric of the day

You made me cry, you told me lies
But I cant stand to say goodbye
Mama, Im coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
Hurts so bad, its been so long

Mama, Im coming home

Mama, Im coming home - Ozzy Osbourn

Lyric of the day

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probly just ride away

Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys - Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings

Cool Javascript trick...

This is a trick that ANYONE can do. Copy and paste the following text into your browser's address bar and hit enter.

javascript:document.body.contentEditable='true'; document.designMode='on'; void 0

Notice anything different? Probably not. You're still here at NAFTAline. But wait! Click the picture of the monkeys...now press the delete key. WOW! Now double-click in some text and start typing...WHOA!!!

Don't worry. You're not permanently changing anything on the web, it only affects what you see on your own computer. Click your browser's refresh icon and everything goes back to normal.

The most obvious use of this script that I can think of is to get rid of annoying ads on any page that you are viewing. There is nothing more tacky and distracting than those ads with bright flashing text that tell you to swat the fly to win a free iPod Nano or something. (By the way, I've killed that fly a hundred times and still don't have an iPod.) You're just trying to read an article about gardening and the ad on the page is threatening to send you into epileptic shock. So just paste the javascript into the browser address bar and delete the ad.

Another way I've used the script is to go to a reputable news website and mess with the headlines. Then I watch the fun as coworkers walk past my desk and stop in their tracks to see the latest from foxnews.com and drudgereport.com. What!!? Hilary names Al Franken as running mate? What!!? Medical studies prove that a diet of beer and gummy worms can cure cancer? What!!? O.J. wins $142 million dollar lottery jackpot?

Also, so you don't have to keep copying and pasting the script, you can add it to your browser's "Favorites" list. Save a dummy page (yahoo.com for instance) to your favorites. Then rename it to something you'll remember (I use "Javascript Page Editor"). Finally, change the URL in "Favorites", replacing it with the javascript. The way you do this varies depending on what browser you use.

Enjoy!

Lyric of the day

I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush, and make a young woman squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone

Bad To The Bone - George Thorogood

Suggested by Taz

Gas or Electric?

I noticed the double-A battery in the passenger seat, probably fallen out of the camera bag. I thought about taking it into the house when I got home. But then, I think about lots of things that are quickly forgotten. I parked the car and ran inside to see what was for dinner. The battery spent the night alone.

The next day I was out with my family running some evening errands. It was the end of a long day and we were all out of steam. When I shut the engine off, nobody moved. After hours of perpetual motion, no one was eager to start hauling sacks of groceries up the stairs to the house. We contented ourselves to enjoying the absence of noise and activity.

Then my wife let one rip and suddenly all of our lethargy was killed with the motivation to escape the polluted environment. Doors opened and bodies spilled out, deciding that unloading the groceries was the better of two fates.

As usual, the six-year-old was the slowest to exit. As she pushed the door shut, she noticed the forgotten battery sitting in the passenger seat. The battery: $1. The groceries: $75. My daughter's next words: priceless.

"Wow! Mom pooped a battery!"

---

P.S. I should thank my wife for being a good enough sport to let me share that story. As far as I know, that's the only time she's ever "broke wind". ;P

Lyric of the day

Well, I'll give you three good reasons for leavin'.
Number one is that I've forgotten number two.
Number three is in a place that's been kept hidden,
For so long I can't remember, but its true.

Three Good Reasons - Dwight Yoakam

Lyric of the day

Drivin' home this evening
I coulda sworn we had it all worked out
You had this boy believin'
Way beyond the shadow of a doubt

Well I heard it on the street
I heard you mighta found somebody new
Well who is he baby - who is he
And tell me what he means to you

Cuts Like A Knife - Bryan Adams

Lyric of the day

Where did I go wrong
You know Ive never had a clue
I must have just been born no good
cause bads the best that I can do

Was it just my fate in life
To end up here this way
Lost and all alone
One more black lamb thats gone astray

Lonesome roads are the only kind I ever travel
Empty rooms are the only place I ever stay
Im just a face out in the crowd that looks like trouble
Poor ol worthless me is the only friend I ever made

Lonesome Roads - Dwight Yoakam

Lyric of the day

The cinematic after effects of alcohol
Have led me to believe
That there's nothing more beautiful
Than a face as it starts to fade
From your memory, what had once been clear as the day
Obscured by the shade

And I was always the thorn to your rose

A Stone Would Cry Out - Sam Roberts

Lyric of the day

Scarecrow on a wooden cross
blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand

Rain on the Scarecrow - John Mellencamp

Lyric of the day

Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt
Like I aint got nothing on
But I'd rather fight the wind and rain
than what I've been fighting at home

Yonder comes a truck with the US mail
People writing letters back home
Tomorrow she'll probably want me back
But I'll still be just as gone

Is anybody goin to San Antone
Or Pheonix Arizona
Anyplace is alright as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her

Ia anybody goin' to San Antone - Charlie Pride

Lyric of the day

Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
But others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early

musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar

Whiskey in the Jar - Traditional Irish song

Lyric of the day

I was a young boy that had big plans
Now Im just another shitty old man
I dont have fun and I hate everything
The world owes me so fuck you

Glory days dont mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Lifes a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so fuck you

The Grouch - Green Day

Lyric of the day

Well now, I get low and I get high
And if I can't get either I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right, it's O.K.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.

Stayin' Alive - The Bee Gees

Lyric of the day

Do you remember when we used to dance
And incidence arose from circumstance
One thing lead to another we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes

Heat of the Moment - Asia

Lyric of the day

She always kept on movin' and she never wasted time
And they said she left quite a string of broken hearts behind
Woke up alone and now she's gone

Me, I wasn't even trying
You could say I was content
She went through my life like lightning
Blew out the other end

Now She's Gone - Steve Earle

Lyric of the day

I had my hands in the river
My feet back up on the banks
Looked up to the Lord above and said hey man thanks
Sometimes I fell so good I gotta scream
She says Gordie baby I know exactly what you mean
She said, she said I swear to God she said

My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in
New Orleans is sinking man and I don't want to swim

New Orleans Is Sinking - Tragically Hip

Lyric of the day

Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene
He's not too fancy....but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no drag.
Papa's got a brand new bag.

Papa's got a brand new bag - James Brown

Lyric of the day

And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...

The Piano Has Been Drinking -Tom Waits

(Suggested by Oscar, Thanks)

Outsmarted by My Six Year Old

I was feeling pretty cool. Then my six-year-old daughter put me back in my place.

I've had free time at work so I've been coding some "timewaster" games in Java. I started with tic-tac-toe. Then I tried something more complex each time...matching game...blackjack...yahtzee. The one I worked on last week was hangman. I was very pleased with it so I brought it home to let the kids try it out.

You can either play from a random word selected from a list, or you can have someone else enter a word (in a password input field so you can't see what they're typing). The kids were taking turns, one typing in the word, the other playing the game. Our six year old was solving the phrase each time without guessing any of the wrong letters. After the third straight time we were curious as to how she was doing so well.

The older daughter typed in a new phrase to start the game. The younger one looked for a second and before even guessing any letters, asked, "Is it 'Dogs and puppies'?" The older one's jaw dropped.

"How did you know?!!"

Then my six year old daughter pointed out something I had overlooked for a whole week while developing the program. When you type in a phrase to start a game and then click the "Start Game" button, it tacks on the phrase to the end of the URL in the address bar, like this...
http://localhost:7001/HangManWeb/initialize.do?phrase=Dogs+and+puppies

The kid is a genius. I even had a system tester at work go over my application and they didn't catch that. She picked up on it in just a couple of minutes. I told my boss the next day and he offered her a job. With a higher salary than me.

Lyric of the day

Give my heart just a word of sympathy
Be as fair to my heart as you can be
Then if you no longer care for the love being there
Take these chains from my heart and set me free

Take These Chains From My Heart - Hank Williams Sr.

Lyric of the day

Run with me if you dare
Hold on I'm gonna take you there
Solemn as a prayer
I will promise you anything

Promise You Anything - Steve Earle

Lyric of the day

She said "Where ya been ?"
I said "No place special ?"

She said "You look different"
I said "Well I guess"

She said "You been gone"
I said "That's only natural"

She said "You gonna stay ?"
I said "If you want me to, Yeah ".

Isis - Bob Dylan

New feature

I'm adding the "Song lyric of the day" feature to the blog. If you have any suggestions for a Lyric of the day, shot me an e-mail

Atomic Punk

Edit: I'm going to change "Lyric of the day" I will simply Post the Lyric, this way I can have an archive of past lyrics for people to view.

Magic

Bruce Springsteen has offered up a plateful of great music on his new album, Magic. Back again with the E Street band, Springsteen give us what we need, if not what we want right now.

The title track is a haunting song, great for driving at night, I can't seem to get enough of it. Radio Nowhere will be added to my list "rock" playlist, another great song for cranking.

Get a copy of Magic, borrow it from a friend if you have to, but give it a listen, its well worth your time. With tracks like “Last to die”, and “The devils arcade” it will entertain, and give you pause to think about the state of the world today.

Thanks Mr. Springsteen.

The New Volkswagon

Did you hear about the new "environmentally green" car made by Volkswagon? To appeal to the enviro-wackos and the tree-huggers, they made it run on the same kind of fuel that the enviro-wackos and tree-huggers do...granola, yogurt, and garbanzo beans. They call it Fartin' Nougat.

Fartin' Nougat!!! Get it???!!!

Like farfignoogin only fartin...cuz the beans...nougat...like health food...

...no not really. I just made it up. But it would be cool if they did, you could just imagine.

Looking for work

Hey, I thought the hundreds of readers of this blog might be be able to help me find work, so I'll just post my credentials and sit back and wait for the money to roll in. :)



EDUCATION

1989
Woodstock High School – Grade 12 Diploma

1989-1990
NBCC Woodstock - Radio Broadcasting (completed first year)
Courses included:
Journalism
History
Show Preparation and Announcing


EMPLOYMENT

2006 – 2008
Brunswick West IT (Woodstock NB)
Operations Manager
Responsibilities:
Sales management: responsible for all sales, sales quotes, sales promotions, and pricing.
Purchasing management: the main purchaser of stock which meant I dealt with several suppliers.
Financial responsibilities within Simply Accounting environment, responsible for bank deposits, and debit machine daily transmitting.

2001-2006
Carleton Office Supplies (Woodstock, NB)
Sales (Cash Register Service)
Responsibilities:
Sales of general office supplies, office furniture, photocopiers, printers and fax machines.
Sales, programming and instillation of Cash Registers
Service of existing Cash Registers

1995 - 2001
Nevers Pharmacy (Hartland NB)
Assistant Manager
Responsibilities:
Supervised employees
Daily bank deposits
Stock management

1993 – 1995
Thomas Equipment (Centreville NB)
Loader line assembly
Responsibilities:
Installation of hydraulic pumps

1991 – 1993
Northwest Company Inc.(Various locations in Northern Manitoba and The Northwest Territories)
Assistant Management / Management Relief

Responsibilities:
Supervised employees
Daily operations: Open and close of Store, manage office, and office staff, stock management.
Relief management in several locations during vacation time, or during staff changes.


Completed 3 month management training course provided by North West Company
Courses included:
Stock management (for remote locations requiring large seasonal orders)
Cash System training
Hands on work at Moosonee and Moose Factory Ont. store locations.

COMPUTER SKILLS AND KNOWLEDGE
Microsoft Office 2003 and 2007 (Word, Excel, Outlook Power Point, OneNote and Publisher)
Microsoft XP Pro Operating System
Vista Business Operating System