Listen to the ravings of this dizzball. She needs to be medicated and housed in a place where she won’t be a danger to herself or others.
August 31, 2011
August 30, 2011
August 29, 2011
Looks like another clear case of the police acting “stupidly.”
Police said that after being booked at the police station, Obama was asked whether he wanted to make a telephone call to arrange for bail. “I think I will call the White House…”
You can’t make this shit up.
August 27, 2011
Behold the Solid gold dumbshittery.
No other comment is necessary, other than to note that it is NSFW.
Tornado Watch in effect for Southern New Jersey until 8 p.m. Coming soon to a town near you — Locusts!
August 26, 2011
A gazillion people pulling their boats out of the water.
Predictably, the Garden State Parkway North is a mess. Friends left Cape May (the southernmost town in NJ), heading north. It has taken them four hours just to get as far as Atlantic City (roughly 40 miles). They have about 130 more miles to go.
Was just out to do the liquor store run. Store was busy with people picking up critical supplies.
The gas stations already have long lines.
More, as this progresses, assuming the internet cable remains up.
August 25, 2011
Here at the Jersey Shore, peeps are keeping a close eye on Irene. We, in southern Ocean County, appear to be pretty much in the bullseye. I understand that on Long Beach Island (a few miles from here) there will be mandatory evacuations tomorrow. I’ll be moving all potential flying stuff from the yard into the garage and then making a major liquor store run in anticipation of drinking by candlelight on Sunday.
It promises to be an interesting weekend.
I figure it must be me. Moved to the Jersey Shore where traditionally there hasn’t been much snow, and last winter I was up to my ass in the stuff. Then comes the farookin’ house-shaking earthquake and now, a few days later, a no-bullshit hurricane. WTF?
We’ve been advised to expect to lose power and cable.
I’m buying an extra bottle or two of bourbon.
August 24, 2011
Anyway, during the intermission, I asked Vinny Raniolo how often he changes strings, expecting that he would say something like “after every performance or two.” He responded, “I hardly ever change strings. New strings sound too metallic. I like a more mellow sound that comes with well broken-in strings. Sort of like a pair of comfortable shoes.”
I was going to change the strings on my Beloved Gibson, but now I think I’ll wait, although I’d change them in a heartbeat if I could get some magic strings that would allow me to play one tenth as well as Frank or Vinny.
Bottom line: If Frank Vignola and Vinny Raniolo are performing anywhere near you, go see them. You will not be disappointed. I guarantee it.