Behold Todd Taylor setting the Guinness World Record for fastest banjo pickinâ€™. Pretty farookinâ€™ amazing.
OK, so what about some fast guitar pickinâ€™?
Check out Daxâ€™s place where he posted a video of Tiago Della Vega claiming the Guinness World Record for the fastest guitar pickinâ€™. Although comparing Taylorâ€™s banjo picking with Della Vegaâ€™s guitar picking is really an apples and oranges thing, it is nonetheless interesting to note that, in terms of sheer speed, Della Vega picks up where Taylor left off.
1. During this morningâ€™s groundpound, I noticed that a woman was backing her car out of her driveway. In the past, having almost been hit by a person backing a car out of a driveway, I stopped to wait for her to finish backing out. She stopped the car, but never looked at me. Seeing as how her backup lights were still on and she was still looking straight ahead, I continued to wait, rather than step behind the ton of potentially moving steel.
After about ten seconds, she turned in my direction and waved her hand out the window while saying, â€œGa Head.â€ I understood her perfectly.
2. It occurs to me that, when in Jersey Mode, I pronounce the contraction â€œweâ€™reâ€ as â€œwur.â€
3. Similarly, when in Jersey Mode, I pronounce â€œIâ€™mâ€ as â€œahm.â€
Yesterday, in anticipation of the snow storm that was predicted for today (the weather peeps were right about that) and for tomorrow (looks like they might be right about that too), I made a trip to lay in some essential supplies. No, I did not go to the supermarket for bread, milk and eggs (had â€˜em already). Instead, following the lead of my pal, Mr. Bingley, I went to the Mondo Liquor and Wine Emporium where I picked up some items that are essential to waiting out the storm:
A bit more than a case of wine (a mix of cabernets, merlots and some pino grigio)
So, you believe that carbon dioxide is a pollutant?
Absolutely. No doubt about it. There is a scientific consensus on that point, you know.
Dude, I need carbon dioxide to stay alive!
Ha! Obviously, youâ€™re a denier and a right-wing nutcase.
Obviously, youâ€™re a moron.
Wait. You donâ€™t understand. When people do things that create carbon dioxide â€¦
You mean, like, exhale?
You really are a Flat-Earther. Listen to me. When people do things that create carbon dioxide, they can buy carbon credits from one of my companies. I then keep most of the money and use a bit of it to hire undocumented workers to plant more trees.
Yeah, but all those new trees need carbon dioxide in order to stay alive.
Not a problem. I have an unlimited supply of carbon credits.
Is your Che Guerva tee shirt showing signs of wear, perhaps with multiple burn holes from dropped doobies, or has it become really gnarly from being in the state of unwashed for months at a time? Maybe itâ€™s time to replace it with apparel bearing the image of another great thinker of the Sixties. If so, Janeâ€™s store is the place for you. And, itâ€™s not just tee shirts. You can also purchase tote bags, mugs and a particularly fetching clutch. Each item adorned with the image of Jane herownself striking a defiant pose.
I would note that nothing bearing this image is for sale. These arenâ€™t for sale either.
Coming to you (while a signal remains available) from the future permanent House by the Parkway (South), which means that I am typing directly on the laptop (at home I use a docking station and a real grown-up keyboard). I can handle typing on the laptop (even though I hate it), but I cannot get comfortable using the cursed farookinâ€™ pressure pad and clicky things on the laptop. I cannot tell you how many things I have opened and occasionally deleted, or drastically changed because of the rotten pressure pad and clicky things on the laptop. All you have to do is look at the clicky things and they CLICK, thereby creating all sorts of havoc. I spent about 45 minutes fixing the mess caused by accidental clicks on my email app.
Memo to Self: Buy a goddamned mouse to use while away from the docking station.
That is necessarily all, lest I fling the computer out the window.