The Devil Went Down to Georgia...

...I'm going to Tennessee. Off to Memphis for a week or so to visit my esteemed friend and road dog, Mr. William Joseph Childress. For those of you familiar with Willis, you know that I'm in for some good hospitality, hearty laughs, and memorable meals.

We'll be taking side trips to Louisiana and Kentucky as well and most likely hatching nefarious schemes for future travel now that he and his wife Lacey are back from their two-year stint in China with the Peace Corps.

Have a great week, everyone.

PS. Speaking of old friends, check out this cartoon by my friend/former housemate James "Clocktower" Parkinson, who is now doing stand-up comedy out in Seattle. He sent it to me the other day. I haven't told him yet, but I think his T-Rex voice sounds like Professor Frink. The roar is delightful, though. As is the humming of the Jurassic Park theme at the end.

All Aboard the Pickles Bus!

"Let's take this show on the road, shall we?"

Awhile back, I wrote a post on half-dill pickles. Just for funzies, I sent it to McSweeney's "Reviews of New Food." They wrote back almost immediately to tell me that I'd be published.

And today I was. Check it out. Third entry down.

Rainbow Connection?

I would laugh harder at this if I knew more about the lady. If she's just your run-of-the-mill, paranoid conspiracy nut, that's one thing. If she's genuinely disturbed, that's another.

Aside from being a clinic in how to misspell words and how to hold your camera at arbitrary angles (at the end), it makes for an idiosyncratic but nonetheless concise example of how badly the public's trust in the government has eroded. Much of this is for good reason (the Pentagon Papers, the trumped up intelligence on Iraq), much of it isn't (the Moon Landing, the fluoridation plot).

Anyway, if there is a conspiracy involving rainbows, I wouldn't finger the government first. My bet is on it being the vanguard of the Pro-Gay Agenda with its "San Francisco values." Maybe even the Log Cabin Republicans. They're just growing their brand. Why not grow a little grass at the same time?

Movin' on Up

Courtesy of The Daily Dish:



There is something deeply funny about that. Also: seventy-five years is an eternity in world-historical time.