Jesus Is My Friend

You GOTTA love the full on “ska” beat!

As Jenny The Bloggess points out, at about 1:40 Jesus starts to sound like someone who needs to be maced….

Apparently there is some controversy about whether this video is truly a relic of an odd past or a recent creation by dougsploitation.

All I can say is that if it’s real, it’s brilliant. If it’s fake, HE’S brilliant.

Speaking of Jesus, the Fafblog had me rolling with the latest post Sarah Palin Sarah Palin Sarah Palin!

As a Jesus-fearing moose-hunting hockey-mom mother of five who hunts moose for Jesus, Sarah Palin is kin to the wild outdoors and appreciates its bountiful splendor as she is gunning it down from her airplane. Sarah Palin understands that America is dangerously addicted to oil, and that the only cure is more oil. She also understands that nature is our natural enemy, created by a malevolent Satan to come between us and our God-given oil deposits with its hateful, clean water and its foul, pristine air. But Sarah Palin also also knows that we’ve got to leave this earth behind for our children, at least until we can find a way to drill for oil in our children. Sarah Palin is committed to exploring Baby Trig’s vast and abundant petroleum reserves.

Sarah Palin may not know if global warming is man-made. She may not know if global warming is real. She may not know what global warming is. But if global warming is caused by abortions, Sarah Palin will fight it – by banning abortion, just in case the first couple times didn’t take.

Be sure and read the whole thing.

Wake n’ Bacon


What: An alarm clock that wakes you up with the smell and sizzle of cooking bacon.

WHY: No one likes to wake up, especially by an alarm. This clock gently wakes you up with the mouthwatering aroma of bacon, just like waking up on a Sunday morning to the smell of Mom cooking breakfast. Unless you’re Jewish.

HOW: A frozen strip of bacon is placed in Wake n’ Bacon the night before. Because there is a 10 minute cooking time, the clock is set to go off 10 minutes before the desired waking time. Once the alarm goes off, the clock it sends a signal to a small speaker to generate the alarm sound. We hacked the clock so that the signal is re-routed by a microchip that in responds by sending a signal to a relay that throws the switch to power two halogen lamps that slow-cook the bacon in about 10 minutes.

The Deadliest Laugh

The Vast Bering … Drive?

Cynthia and I were driving to work one morning and from the depths of our sleep addled brains sprung the germ of a joke which we executed on a bright Saturday afternoon at the corner of San Felipe and Bering Drive. Lord knows what the drivers passing by must of thought when they witnessed this sight.

Happy (Early) Bastille Day!

Happy Bastille Day

Happy Bastille Day

Every Saturday we have breakfast at our regular spot and all the staff there know us on sight. We really like it there and they treat us well. It’s one of those places where you place your order and sit down. When your order’s ready they call your name and you come up to the counter and get it.

They’ve taken to calling me “Don Pelon” and it’s always good for a chuckle…

One Saturday we got a late start and by the time we got to the restaurant the line was out the door. We didn’t really want to wait around so we went to the nearby La Madeleine.

The next week we went back to our regular restaurant and the manager asked us where we were the week before. We explained that we went to La Madeleine and he got all huffy (in a playful way) and on that morning when our order was ready, rather than call out “Don Pelon” over the P.A. I hear “Francois, your order is ready” in a very bad French accent.

He’s been calling me Francois for some time now so Cynthia and I came up with the idea of sending a Bastille Day card to the restaurant and the work above is the result.

We even had a few extras made up and sent them out to a few friends and family while we were at it. We figure most people won’t get it, but it sure made us laugh! Now we’re sold on the idea of sending out offbeat holiday cards as a matter of course and avoiding the “standard” holidays altogether.

Too bad St. Swithun’s Day falls so close to Bastille Day….

Nice Pants

New Flint Police Chief David Dicks orders police to crack down on sagging pants

I only recently learned that the sagging pants phenomenon has it’s origins in the American penal system. Prisoners combined one size fits all pants with the “no belts” policy of prisons to come up with this little bit of gangster chic.

The resulting “sagging pants” look was later adopted by the rap/hip-hop community as a way to enhance street cred and, I suspect, as a means of “keeping it real, yo” …

Personally, when I see some young person walking around, struggling to keep his pants on I am not thinking “gangsta” … more like “idiot.”

I’m much more “old school” about my trousers and I obviously had MUCH better taste in pants when I was young.