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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

OMAHA-LLELUJAH !!! THE BEST PEYTON MANNING TRIBUTE YET...




            Chris Thile might be the best mandolin player alive, and he's always been a favorite of mine for his work in the trio Nickel Creek.  Here he plays with The Punch Brothers on Prairie Home Companion and sings a tribute to Peyton.

             This is pretty cool...

Monday, February 8, 2016

WRAPPING UP ANOTHER SUPER BOWL (Monday morning quarterbackin'...)




              Some people probably shouldn't drink. The guy in this video, for example.

              And others should probably take up drinking, in massive quantities.

              
     

                     Cam Newton is an incredible athlete. He'll probably put a Super Bowl ring or two on his hand before his career is over.  But he's got a LOT of growing up to do, first.

                     If you watched the game, you might remember the second time he was stripped of the football. He had an opportunity to stick his nose in there and try to get the ball back for his team, which still had a chance to win the game. Instead, he "tapped out" and backed away. Couldn't be bothered to take that extra lick or two, Super Bowl or no Super Bowl.

                     Then he bailed out on the post-game presser.  Couldn't be bothered to hang around and answer questions.

                     I've watched Peyton Manning in dozens of press conferences following tough losses, in college and in the pros. I've always admired the fact that the man is willing to face the music, admit to his own failures, and stay until the last question has been answered.  Win or lose, he's accountable.  And for the record, he didn't play well at all in the game, either.  He just did what his team needed him to do: manage the game, be a passenger on the team bus.

                     I'm happy to see the old man go out on top.  I wish I could "unsee" his post-game smooch with the Papa John's asshole, but hey... you take the good with the bad.

                     Wonder where all of his "limp neck" critics are this morning?




Sunday, February 7, 2016

A DOCUMENTARY ABOUT MY FAVORITE SINGER/SONGWRITER OF ALL TIME, MR. JOHN PRINE




              I learned my three guitar chords from listening to John Prine records. The rest is history... and a long blur of well-used brain cells.

              

Friday, February 5, 2016

DASHCAMS... COMING TO A CAR NEAR YOU, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT...




                  I was trespassing over at BJ's place a minute ago, and he had posted a dashcam video of pedestrian mayhem on Russian highways. I commented that I could envision a time in the near future when every car would be required to have a functioning dashboard camera.

                  Not only would we be required to have them, they would probably come as standard equipment on all new cars before too long.  The cams would be required by the insurance industry, and we all know those guys get whatever they want from auto manufacturers.

                  Think about it. Our cars' computers already monitor our speed, whether or not our lights are on, if we did or didn't use a turn signal at the last intersection, our braking habits, hard accelerations, etc. What makes you think our cars won't soon be equipped with cameras that digitally transmit all of our activities to "the cloud" as we drive?  It's for our own protection, they'll say.

                  Some of us already have OnStar or whatever it's called. Get involved in an accident and a friendly, helpful voice comes out of your stereo speakers asking if you're okay, or if you need assistance. How do you know those same helpful folks aren't listening in whenever they get the urge (or the subpoena from Homeland Security)?

                  Big Brother won't have to watch us.  We'll film ourselves and send the videos to them.


MY KIND OF MEDITATION (not for those of you who are allergic to folks like me who speak in "cursive"...)




                 Namaste, mother fuckers...