08.25.12

My old Pennsyltucky home

Posted in Phlogiston at 11:59 am by George Smith


Far out. Smiling boy loads wheelbarrow of hay and turds (lower right) at Grange Fair.

From the Centre Daily Times:

Cati Besch, 11, bustled through the swinging door of the rabbit and poultry building, watering and checking in on her two mini rex rabbits, Charlie and S’mores.

The white and brown rabbits earned prizes in Friday morning’s junior rabbit show — Charlie got first place and S’mores got second. Charlie also got second for the “best buck in show” contest.

I like rabbits. So does Robert Fripp.

08.10.12

Roadkill paint over

Posted in Phlogiston, Rock 'n' Roll at 1:13 pm by George Smith

Happens pretty often on the country roads of my old Pennsy.

From years ago.

And today.

Sometimes the paint truck can’t stop in time. Sometimes there ain’t enough men to have one out in front as roadkill catcher. Austerity. Gotta trim those local union workers.

And I have a song for that. Roadkill. And I still play it.

Originally explained here.


No animals were harmed in the making of this tune. Some were over-served, though.

06.14.12

Weekly Fiore

Posted in Decline and Fall, Phlogiston at 8:48 am by George Smith

Before you become austerity success like Latvia, you must chop, chop, chop economy like fat beet of too much luxury!

Latvia economy contract in painful Depression when banks gorge like sick pig,

But strong Latvian people take pain for pig!

First you must suffer, not be crybaby!

You take pain of twenty percent unemployment like Latvia,

Now unemployment only . . . fifteen percent! Success!

Run, don’t walk to the Fiore animation. Even if you have no idea about Latvia, it’s hilarious. The almost Natasha Fatale characterization is wonderful.

06.06.12

Our hot mysterious neighbor

Posted in Phlogiston at 5:40 am by George Smith

PC snapshots of Venus’ exit off the solar disc between 9:00 and 9:40 or so. Source: NASA Edge live stream.

Key: Venus transit.

06.01.12

I was going to…

Posted in Phlogiston, Rock 'n' Roll at 9:47 am by George Smith

Post a link to the UK’s ‘Bloody Nora,’ a ‘head-banging granny’ into pub heavy metal. But it was too lame.

Headbanging Grannies — apparently common on YouTube.

Which, do you think, is the best of the worst? There’s an official DD Blog No-Prize in it for you.

Gilbert Gottfried once hosted a cheap late night horror movie show. The best I can remember from it were his introductions to “Flesh-Eating Mothers.”

Did you know the full movie is on YouTube? So is Rabid Grannies.

There’s even a Granny Tranny fad. You were warned.

05.31.12

Seussian

Posted in Phlogiston, Predator State at 9:05 am by George Smith

In this country of ours, so proud, strong and free,

We did things and made things the whole world could see.

But times, they have changed, now we needn’t get dirty,

Since Wall Street makes things so many find purty.

Run, don’t walk to this week’s animation by Mark Fiore.

Seussian? I think so.

05.23.12

Fat guys ready rock tour

Posted in Culture of Lickspittle, Phlogiston at 2:57 pm by George Smith


Sir Cunning Lingus Jack Black and Bubba Fatt Kyle Gass of Tenacious D.

Excerpted from a Los Angeles Times piece on the above, written by a rock critic who did quite a lot of free-lance work at the Village Voice back when I was also doing work for the publication:

Throughout “Rize of the Fenix” — as well as in several appealingly tacky music videos the band has posted online — Tenacious D’s grip on its subject is so firm and its song craft so tight that the music nearly transcends its basis in satire.

“Jack and Kyle are just empirically good,” says John Kimbrough, who produced the new album. “They’re great musicians and they have great taste in records …

[When you want an unvarnished opinion the first thing I always thought was "What does the guy they pay really think?"]

In “Rock Is Dead” they isolate the problem in language unprintable here, and the album’s title track argues that a single hit might do the trick. (At press time “Fenix” was at No. 4 on iTunes’ album chart.)

“We’re a dying breed,” Gass acknowledged with a knowing frown. “I think the genre needs to reinvent itself …

Satire? If so, Tenacious D is satire for an audience that can’t quite spell the word. Telegraphed sight gags with Dio and Meatloaf imitation is more likely.

This is satire.

See what happens when you’re so famous the hired help won’t say “Boo!” to your dogshit?

Tenacious D was scheduled to kick off their tour in Santa Barbara today. I blew town just in time.

05.07.12

Even the Secret Service man was a chiseler

Posted in Phlogiston at 7:27 am by George Smith

After weeks on the front pages, it couldn’t be ignored. Emblematic of the tarnished national character and rent-seeking behavior — using power to secure financial benefit, the Secret Service Presidential detail john who declined to pay up after having his ashes hauled by the high-rent prostitute:

Suarez, 24, said three men who approached and propositioned her and her friends were drinking vodka like it was water.

“They liked to show off their bodies, great bodies, well-defined abs,” Saurez said of the men she first met at a nightclub. “They liked attention.”

The mother of a nine-year-old son said she made it perfectly clear to one that a night with her would cost $800.

“And he accepted. And it was clear,” she said.

But in the morning after they had had sex, the man gave her only $50 and ordered her out of the room, Suarez said.

05.02.12

Saint Mark and his ‘life-saving tool’

Posted in Culture of Lickspittle, Phlogiston at 11:28 am by George Smith

The life-saving tool, with everyone lined up to coo in delight, because that’s what we do in this country, for the wealthiest of swells. With Mark Zuckerberg and Facebook, everything is an example of author Paul Fussell’s BAD — the witless or trivial applauded as profound and wonderful, held up as examples of the best the country has to offer.

So yesterday Mark Zuckerberg played to the national lickspittle crowd, as usual, with his new “organ donation tool.”

Is Mark thinking it will get him the Nobel, or perhaps a great inventor/discoverer and humanitarian award alongside the doctors, Jonas Salk and Albert Sabin, who came up with the vaccines for polio?

Only Zuckerberg is more efficient and tight, needing a few lines of code to mark on your Facebook profile that you wish to donate your organs.

Of course, if you don’t have work or an insurance plan and you need an organ transplant, it won’t help. But you can still let Facebook know that you’ll donate your organs to the people who have medical insurance and need your liver or heart.

Remember to keep your wall info current so they know where to pick up your body.

Big ups, Saint Mark Zuckerberg! Ten million likes!

Instead of noting at the mortuary, or in the car wreck, or in the hospital room, that the license pulled from the wallet on your corpse shows you to be an organ donor upon departing the earthly existence, they can just fire up Facebook and tell. (Note that so extensive was all the bootlicking, the link for driver licenses/organ donors’ search term has to be crafted with “-Zuckerberg” to get his contaminating mug out of the picture gallery.)

If they know your login and password. Damn! It’s not in the sticky note pasted on the morgue monitor!

Well, anyway, as soon as you’re dead, through the power of magic, perhaps the life-giving Facebook tool will notify the nearest organ reclamation center near you with an automatic e-mail.

And hopefully it won’t get sent to the junk folder and they’ll arrive within that short window of time before you become too rotten to use. And that they’ll believe it’s really you that’s dead, not someone else who is either pretending to be you in cyberspace, or with a similar name the Facebook search engine returned.

Mark’s life-giving Facebook tool, much like the invention of the telephone by Alexander Graham Bell. The telephone, a life-giving tool, has saved millions and millions of lives during its existence, so who can say what the future holds for Mark’s few lines of code!

And the computer keyboard! Let’s not forget the inventor of the software driver that sends the tapping of text to the lowly computer!

Or the app in your iPhone that speed dials 911 because it can connect you one or two entire seconds faster than you can manually. That must certainly be a life-giving tool, too!

Well, anyway, Mark’s tool — thought up in minutes just chatting over dinner about children who need organ transplants! Maybe after a few glasses of really good wine. God knows what the this man will come up with next when he really sets his mind to it!

But wait … I’m feeling a pain … in my arm … getting hard … to … breathe! Tell the people to come. And … that … I … wish to … be … an organ donor … in payment … for all the mean and thoughtless things … I have said!!

Tell ‘em not to take my heart because that’s what’s failing. But the spleen, that’s in really good condition.

Atlas Stooged

Posted in Phlogiston at 8:31 am by George Smith

Through the inadvertent magic of streamed keyword advertising, on the Krugman blog at the New York Times, today:

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