Archive for December, 2018

I actually attempted two websites before this one and neither really caught on. The first was called Rock Hard Times and was all about music. The second was called The Inside Handshake and stuck exclusively to sports. Then one day it hit me – why limit myself to one subject? Hell, I have opinions and observations on other stuff as well. Why not open it up to everything? Music, sports, politics, science, entertainment, nature, the list was endless. Thus was born Shoe: Untied, a play on my name along with the idea of sort of letting loose (actually a friend of mine came up with the title and I liked it). Anyway, as you know the site turned out to be a pretty eclectic one, and that’s the way my crack staff and I like it.

One thing I discovered early is that you can never, ever predict what people will like. Sometimes I write something I think is great and get very little response. Other times I write something that I feel is sort of trivial and it just blows up (see drunk pig blog below). Like the title says, it defies explanation.

With that said, here is our annual year-end report and Top 25 Most Popular Blogs for 2018. We’ll start with #1 and work our way down. Just click on the title if you want to take a gander.

Australian Pig Steals 18-Beers From Campers, Gets Drunk, Fights Cow

Yes ladies and gentlemen, a short little article I posted along with my observations back in 2014 got over 500,000 views this past year. For you non-mathematicians, that’s over half a million people. Seriously man, it was about a drunk pig. See, a radio station out in Seattle happened upon my site, liked the post, and put a link to that story on its website. Then the Aussies got hold of it and the rest is history.

UPDATE: Drunk Australian Pig That Started Fight With Cow Killed In Car Accident

Aaaand of course the throngs of people who loved the drunken swine story were interested in the tragic update. On a related note, Australians and I have the same exact sense of humor.

My Side of the Story

Nearly 400,000 people from all over the world heard my side of the story, and I’m glad they did.

Sis

I thought losing a basketball job was a tragic experience. I soon learned that, on life’s grand scale, it wasn’t.

My Dad and I

My memories of my father, who we lost just 53-days after my sister.

“Things Most White People Say” List Is Hilarious, Also 100% Correct

Basically just a repost of some funny tweets I’d run across. Good stuff and people liked it.

Incredible Photo of the Day: Gator Catch!

This was another post that the Australians inexplicably enjoyed. A large percentage of its views came from the Land Down Under.

So How Many People Did The Rifleman Actually Kill?

I love the old TV show The Rifleman, so one day I decided to research just how many people Lucas McCain actually killed. The answer? 120. Ol’ Luke murdered 120 people. But hey, they all deserved it so it’s cool.

Scioto Valley Conference Boys Basketball Preview & Predictions

A preview I wrote regarding our local basketball conference. I must say it’s turning out the way I predicted. So far.

The 2017 Ugly Dog Contest Was An Absolute Joke

My critique of the Ugly Dog Contest and its beautiful winner, Martha.

Cool Beans! Words and Phrases That Need To Make A Comeback

Another story I published a couple years that seems to never go away. Just a simple blog about words.

An American Hero: Ruby Bridges

My story about Ruby Bridges, the little 6-year old African-American who integrated an all-white elementary school in New Orleans on November 14, 1960.

Map of the Day: World Rat Distribution

The most fascinating aspect of this map is that Alberta, Canada is rat free, and it’s not by accident.

Regarding Beach Midgets

Just an offbeat, original little story that people seemed to find hilarious.

15 Reasons I Hate LeBron James (Or Used To)

I wrote this after LeBron left Cleveland with his ridiculous television show, “The Decision”. I really did hate the guy for a few years, but he won me back with his letter admitting he’d made a mistake with the way he left, then returning to Cleveland and ultimately bringing them a championship.

Celebrity Mugshots: My Top 10

Another old post that saw a resurgence of sorts in 2018. I’ve no idea why.

Meet Australian Cow Knickers, the Biggest Damn Cow You’ll Ever See

Again, Australians, man.

If You Haven’t heard of August Landmesser It’s a Damn Shame

I’m truly glad people liked this one, and I’m glad I got to spread the word about August Landmesser.

Paint Valley Basketball Records

This is a page I maintain that’s linked to Shoe: Untied. It gets a lot of hits.

Brad Kerns and Parenting the Way It Should Be

A telling story about one of my basketball parents and also one of the best friends I ever had.

The Many Worlds Theory is Wildly Fascinating

A pretty good example of what an eclectic website Shoe: Untied really is.

Map of the Day: USA IQ Test Scores by State

I had a lot I wanted to say here politically bit I couldn’t pull the trigger.

Man Killed Trying to Bring Christianity to Remote Island Tribe

A recent story that was quite controversial. Seems not everyone agreed with my views.

Another Drunk Animal Causes Havoc, and This Time It’s a Sozzled Squirrel.

Who knew drunk animal stories would be so wildly popular? Not I.

Don’t Think Animals Are Scary Smart? Read On.

There’s a certain segment of people who visit my site that can’t get enough of the animal stuff. They just eat it up. Animals, man.

So there ya go. All in all it was the biggest year ever for Shoe: Untied, and I thank the people who visit because you’re obviously as nuts as I am.

Happy New Year everyone.

 

Obviously that’s Freddie Mercury on the left, actor Rami Malek on the right. If Malek doesn’t win an Oscar for his performance it’ll be a shame. For a little insight, due to throat problems Freddie had been advised by his doctors not to perform, and in rehearsals he couldn’t hit the notes. Hence, the looks of astonishment from his bandmates. Elton John met Freddie as he left the stage and said, “You bastard, you’ve stolen it”, as in stolen the show. Which he absolutely had.

 

Yep.

Yep. Such is life today.

COLLIER COUNTY, Fla. (WTXL) – A Florida woman has been arrested after robbing a postal worker with a plastic toy gun and fleeing on a tricycle.

Leida Crisostomo, 52, of Naples, was arrested on Saturday by the Collier County Sheriff’s Office.

According to the Naples Daily News, while being handcuffed, Crisostomo yelled “God was telling me to do things.”

Now, some may say this woman is batshit crazy, but you know what? I totally believe her. Why, you ask? Because I firmly believe God messes with us sometimes. Yep, it was probably a slow Saturday in the afterworld and God was bored. So, he just randomly picked out Leida Crisostomo down in Naples and told her to go rob a postal worker with a plastic toy gun and flee on a tricycle. Then he sat back and enjoyed the festivities. God, man. Always up to something.

PS- You know, if you really think about it my theory explains a lot.

PPS- What self-respecting postal worker allows themselves to be robbed by a woman on a tricycle with a toy gun? Sad really. 

PPPS- Some phrases are just inherently funny, and “flee on a tricycle” is one of them.

 

Flashbulb Memory

Noun

  1. the clear recollections that a person may have of the circumstances associated with a dramatic event.

Flashbulb Memories. We all have them. Oh, you may not have known they had a name until right now, but I guarantee you’re thinking of a couple right now. Like the definition says, they’re those moments in your life that were so shocking, so mind-numbing that the moment they happened is burned into your brain forever. Obviously the older you are the more of these memories you’ll have, and what follows are my flashbulb memories. Yep, all 19 of them. And by the way, I excluded the deaths of close friends and relatives. That’s way too close to home, man. What I’ll do is this – I’ll tell you where I was, how I heard the news, and any other information that I feel may be pertinent.

Note: As much as I tried to come up with an even 20 I couldn’t do it. Sorry folks.

The John. F. Kennedy Assassination (November 22nd, 1963)

I can vividly recall that Friday in November, 1963 when a knock came on the door of my classroom in Twin Elementary in Bourneville, Ohio. I was in row 2, seat 2. My teacher, Mrs. Hughes, walked to the door and listened for a few seconds. For some reason, the classroom became completely quiet. Somehow we sensed something in the air. I distinctly remember Mrs. Hughes sort of toppling a bit and leaning against the door jamb upon receiving the news. Then she turned, deathly white, and walked to the front of the room . . .

“Kids, I have terrible news. Our president has been assassinated.”

I recall my friend Jeff, who was sitting in front of me, turning around and asking me what that meant. I have no idea how I knew for sure, but I told him that somebody had killed John F. Kennedy, our president. Our president was dead. I don’t remember the rest of the school day, but I do remember going home after school and being surprised that my dad was home, sitting on the couch watching the television. I also remember that for the first time in my life, I saw tears in my father’s eyes.

The Truth About Santa (December 22nd, 1963)

How do I know the exact date, you ask? Because I remember it was the Sunday before Christmas and a few weeks after the Kennedy assassination. My family had gone to my grandparent’s house east of Chillicothe, at a farm just off Route 35. All was well until the ride home. It was on that fateful trip back to Bourneville when we were all discussing Christmas and my older cousin Mike, who was riding with us, leaned over and delivered the earth-shattering news:

“Santa Claus isn’t real. Our parents buy the presents.”

Mind. Blown.

The Beatles on Ed Sullivan (February 9th, 1964)

My sister Karen had played “Introducing the Beatles” for me a few weeks prior (it was released on January 10th) so I was already all-in on this new band from Liverpool. Still, when Ed Sullivan yelled, “Here they are! THE BEATLES!” and I actually saw and heard the boys playing, I knew my world would never be the same again.

Note: I know the video below seems simple and not at all earth-shattering for younger people, but trust me when I say it was like watching four aliens sing a strange new sound at the time.

The Moon Landing (July 21st, 1969)

1968 had been a terrible year for the Unites States, with the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., and then Robert F. Kennedy, rocking our nation. Coming from a politically involved family I was dialed into the political and civil rights scenes more than most 12-year olds, so those two murders rocked me almost as much as the John F. Kennedy assassination. So, when the U.S.A. fulfilled a promise made by JFK and beat Russia to the moon in the summer of 1969 the entire world was watching, including my family. I recall watching the event on television, listening to Ohio native Neil Armstrong say the famous words “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”, and then Dad and I going outside and staring up at the moon in disbelief. It was simply unimaginable at the time that a man was standing on it.

The Death of Jim Croce (September 20th, 1973)

This one probably isn’t on most people’s lists, but I remember vividly when I heard about it. I was in my Dad’s Catalina Brougham, sitting at our mailbox reaching in to get our mail. It was in the morning and it was a Friday. I had the radio on, listening to the news, when I heard the report that one of my favorite singers had died in a plane crash the night before after performing at a concert in Louisiana. I couldn’t believe the guy who sang “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown”, “You Don’t Mess Around With Jim”, and “Time in a Bottle” was dead.

President Richard Nixon Resigns (August 8th, 1974)

Again, because of my family’s involvement in politics I was tuned into the whole Watergate scandal from Day 1. I even made a bet with my History teacher that Nixon wouldn’t make it through the summer, that he’d be forced to resign. Needless to say, I won that one. I watched the resignation my sister Karen’s house, along with her husband Jigger.

Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Plane Crash (October 20th, 1977)

I was living just off The Ohio State University campus at the time, 178 West 8th Avenue, Apartment C to be precise, at the time. I’d purchased tickets for the Skynyrd show on Friday, October 28th, but when I awoke the morning of Friday, October 21st, I had the following conversation with my roommate Jed just as he was walking out the door:

Jed: “Hey, don’t you have tickets to see Lynyrd Skynyrd next week?”

Me: “Yep.”

Jed: “Uh, pretty sure it’ll be cancelled. Their plane crashed last night. Six people were killed including Ronnie Van Zant.”

I just stood there speechless as he walked out the door.

The Who Tragedy (December 3rd, 1979)

Yep, my buddies Tom, Andy and I had tickets to Riverfront Coliseum the night of the tragedy where 11-people were crushed to death, and we were actually on the way to the concert. Fortunately, since it was my birthday we thought a party in Chillicothe would be more fun, and it might have saved our lives. And yes, I know about a million people claim to have had tickets to that show. We actually did. We went to the party, and we found out what happened when we returned to Andy’s house around 2:30 in the morning and found his wife sitting on the floor in front of the TV, crying. She thought we’d gone to the concert, and when she saw us walk in she leaped up, hugged us all, and told us the news. Chilling stuff.

USA Hockey Upsets The Russians (February 22nd, 1980)

Unless you were actually there you didn’t see this game live because it was played at 5:00pm and shown on tape delay at 8:00pm. This being 1980 and before the internet, nobody I knew had heard that the biggest upset in sports history had happened. Nobody, and I mean nobody, aside from American Coach Herb Brooks thought a bunch of collegiate hockey players could beat mighty Russia, who was essentially a professional team and undoubtedly the best hockey team in the world. Hell, the USA had been beaten by the Russians 10-0 just days before. So, when the US was winning 4-3, clock winding down to 0:00, and announcer Al Michaels screamed “DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?” I leaped up and accidentally knocked my coffee table over in the process. Unbelievable night.

John Lennon Assassination (December 8th, 1980)

Lennon signing his assassin’s album the night he was shot.

I was home by myself that night. It was around 11:30 pm and I was relaxing on my couch, headphones on, listening to “Double Fantasy”, the new album by John Lennon that had been released a couple of weeks prior. Lennon hadn’t recorded in 5-years so the album was a big deal. A Monday Night Football game was on but I wasn’t really watching, I was just lounging with my eyes closed, listening to the music. The TV was actually across the room, sort of behind me, and I was facing the fireplace.

At some point I opened my eyes and glanced into the glass doors of the fireplace. There I saw the reflection of the TV, and for some reason John Lennon’s face was on it. I took the headphones off and turned to the television, and they were talking about Lennon being a former Beatle who had just released an album, just giving a brief bio of his life.

Uh-oh. This wasn’t good.

I soon learned that John Lennon had been murdered outside his New York City apartment. I was stunned. A few minutes later my phone started ringing as people were calling to share the news and talk about this unspeakable thing that had happened. Soon my friend Tom showed up and we spent the night just talking about it in disbelief.

John Lennon had been such an influential part of my life. For me, music would never be the same.

The Space Shuttle Explosion (January 28th, 1986)

I was in my second year teaching at Greenfield McClain and I was in the teacher’s lounge. It must have been the 4th period or thereabouts because it happened at 11:38am – the Space Shuttle exploded. This was close to my heart because for the first time a civilian was aboard and I had applied for the spot. Don’t get me wrong, over 11,000 teachers sent in applications so it wasn’t like I had a chance to go. Still, we all knew teacher Christa McAuliffe, a teacher from New Hampshire, was aboard. My principal at the time, John Miller, walked into the lounge and said simply to the 3-4 of us there, “The space shuttle just exploded. They’re all gone.” At the time? Inconceivable.

The Day My Son Was Born (June 3rd, 1988)

My wife and I had applied for an international adoption in 1985. We desperately wanted a child, had gone through an intensive interview process, and had been approved. In early June I was at Coach Billy Hahn’s Ohio University Basketball Camp, at a pay phone outside Grover Center where I’d just called home, when I was given the news – our baby had been born in Korea. Soon thereafter we were sent a photo, and in the fall we finally got to meet the baby that would come me be known as Kip Min-Soo Shoemaker. To this day, deciding to adopt was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Buster Douglas Upsets Mike Tyson (February 11th, 1990)

I was coaching at Paint Valley. It was my first year coaching varsity basketball. We were at a post-game victory party at an assistant coach’s house when we heard the news from ESPN – Columbus, Ohio’s own Buster Douglas had done the unthinkable. He’d knocked out the unbeatable “Iron” Mike Tyson. We were ecstatic and shocked. Unforgettable moment.

Magic Johnson’s Announcement That He Is HIV Positive (November 7th, 1991)

It was the Fall of 1991 and I was getting ready to coach a team that didn’t have a senior on the roster. That team ended up winning 14 games that year and 18 the next along with a league title, but on this evening none of that had happened yet. We were getting ready for an early season practice when junior Josh Anderson walked into the gym . . .

“Have you guys heard? Magic Johnson has AIDS.”

What? It turns out he didn’t have AIDS, but was instead HIV positive. Still, at the time that meant a death sentence. Since Magic was an NBA legend, the idea of watching him waste away like actor Rock Hudson was shocking. Like I said, at the time being HIV positive meant you were going to die a slow and agonizing death, and it was absolutely distressing to contemplate.

The OJ Car Chase (June 17th, 1994)

I was living in Bourneville (where I’m back living now) and my in-laws were in from Niles, Ohio for a visit. Of course everyone had heard about the murders, and there was a news bulletin and we found out that OJ had been scheduled to turn himself in at 11:00am but never showed up. Then, at 1:50pm LAPD Commander. David Gascon announced that Simpson has not surrendered for arraignment as scheduled and was a fugitive from the law. It was stunning. For you youngsters out there OJ Simpson was one of the most famous athletes in the world back in the 70s. He also starred in those Naked Gun movies. This led to a televised slow-speed car chase with most of the country glued to their screens. That evening I kept switching from the OJ coverage to the NBA Finals game between Houston and New York. Wild stuff.

The OJ Acquittal (October 3rd, 1995)

Fast forward to a little over year later, and I was sitting in my classroom at Paint Valley watching TV with my class. The jury had made a decision and the world was awaiting the verdict. When OJ was found innocent verdict we were stunned.

The Death of Lady Diana (August 31st, 1997)

I was sitting at the bar of a restaurant in German Village in Columbus, Ohio, waiting to be called for dinner. It was around 7:00pm. I was with my wife Marianne, my sister Karen and her husband Army. There was a TV above the bar with the sound off, and my sister suddenly said, “Oh my God.” We all looked up and the news was right there on the screen- Princess Di was dead. We soon learned she’d been killed in a car wreck in Paris, which due to the time difference was 6-hours ahead of us. The accident had happened at approximately 12:23am Paris time. I recall the bar got eerily quiet as everyone whispered to each other about the news.

The WTC/Pentagon Attacks (September 11th, 2001)

I was at good friend of mine’s house that morning. He’d been in an accident the evening before and had passed away earlier that day. I was with his wife, son and a couple other members of their family. Around 9:00am I left to get everyone breakfast and turned on the radio, where I learned that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. At that time I assumed that it was a small plane that had gotten lost in the clouds or something. I then went and got breakfast and returned to the house. At about 10:45am I went into the living room, where the TV was on with the sound muted. I immediately saw all the smoke and dust where the WTC buildings had been and was absolutely dumbfounded as to what happened. I soon learned though. Tough, tough day that I’ll never forget.

The Block (June 19th, 2016)

I was in my house in Bourneville. Cleveland Cavaliers vs. Golden State Warriors. Series tied 3-3, game tied with 1:20 left. Cleveland had never won an NBA title. I was on my knees, perhaps 5-feet from my TV screen. The Warriors were on a fast break for a seemingly easy score when LeBron James made The Block. It was at this exact moment when I realized: “He’s not going to let them lose.”

Like I said, there are closer, more personal stories I could tell but they’re way to fresh in my mind, too raw, to recent and too fresh. Maybe one day.

But enough about me. What are you’re Flashbulb Memories?

 

Good stuff.

A big game hunter/veterinarian who sparked worldwide fury when he posed next to a lion he had killed has died after falling 100-feet down a ravine while shooting birds. Officials say he was out hunting with pals when he slipped on ice and fell down a ravine at Colle Delle Oche in the hills above the Italian city of Turin.

Luciano Ponzetto had angered animal lovers by posing smiling next to a lion he had shot and then uploading it onto his Facebook page. He hit back at critics and said: “I know that I have done nothing wrong. I am being criticized by people who do not know me, I have always loved my work and I have always loved wild animals.”

First off, we all know this wasn’t an accident, right? The animals are striking back. This dude was pushed off that cliff by a horde of revenge-seeking rabbits or squirrels or something, man. Just shoved him over the edge in the name of Simba, Cecil, the Cowardly Lion and all the other lions. And hey Luciano, please explain how you can “love wild animals” while also putting a slug in their brain. Newsflash – you can’t. Just be honest and tell us you get your jollies killing beautifully majestic creatures. Karma, man. It’s a bitch.

I was subbing in the old Huntington gym the other day and was reminded of this story . . .

Many moons ago, back when I played high school basketball, I played with perhaps the best player our league has ever seen. He happened to be my cousin and his name was Mick Shoemaker. Mick averaged 31.6 points per game his senior year, scored over 1,500 career points and received a full scholarship to the University of Cincinnati. There once existed a photo of Mick, just a few feet in front of his home bench and barely past the end of the scorer’s table, shooting a jump shot from about 25-feet out. In the photo his feet are at the eye level of those sitting on the bench. You realize the current high school 3-point line is 19-feet, 9-inches from the hoop, right?

So yeah, good. Really good.

Me? Not that good. I mean, I started and had some good games but Mick was on another level. Anyway, all this leads me to certain game in that old Huntington gym against our rivals, the Hunstmen.

The referee threw up the ball and we were soon on offense. Now, it wasn’t unusual for opposing teams to try a variety of defenses in a vain attempt to stop Mick. Anyway, the strategy Huntington was employing in this game was the old Box & 1. For those unaware, a Box & 1 is a defense where one guy sticks with a really good player and the other four guys play a zone, always ready to help out on him. What made this particular Box & 1 unique was that the one was on me.

Well, now. At this point I was thinking pretty highly of myself. Huntington had figured it out! I was the guy they had to stop! Let Mick Shoemaker have his points, the secret to beating Paint Valley was stopping Dave Shoemaker!

Yep, that’s what I actually thought for about 7-seconds. But then there was a lull in the action, the gym grew quiet, and I heard this from the opposing team’s coach:

Not him dummy! “The OTHER Shoemaker!”

I swear the Huntington coach screamed it so loud that everyone heard it, including some folks over in Happy Hollow. At that point the guy guarding me scurried away to guard Mick, leaving me standing there alone, undefended and humbled.

On the other hand, our own bench thought it was quite hilarious. Trust me, it took me awhile to live that one down.

Yeah. Not me.

 

The hyenas j-u-u-u-u-s-t about have the lion beaten. And then his buddy shows up.

So a damn thief stole a package off someone’s porch, and it turns out he picked the wrong house. This is because the someone was an engineer that happens to work for NASA and rigged the box in an epic manner. Dude put a glitter bomb and fart spray in that sucker, set to go off upon opening. Oh, and he had a hidden camera installed as well, so we can see the madness in all its glory. Trust me, it’s worth a look.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

Here’s the dilly. I’ll list the names given at birth to famous musical artists and you tell me the name they became famous under. Take the test, then tell me your score. There are 50 names so you’ll get 2-points for every correct answer. Don’t cheat by Googling names, ya filthy animals! WARNING: Some names will surprise you.

Answers are below. And seriously, don’t cheat. As a seasoned educator I’ll be able to tell, and you will be called out.

ORIGINAL NAMES

  1. Saul Hudson
  2. James Osterberg
  3. Calvin Broudus
  4. Christopher Bridges
  5. Ellen Cohen
  6. Otha Bates
  7. Faroukh Bulsara
  8. Eric Patrick Clapp
  9. James Todd Smith
  10. Trevor Smith Jr.
  11. Jeffrey Isbell
  12. William Broad
  13. Barry Allan Pincus
  14. John Francis Bongiovi Jr.
  15. Ann Mae Bullock
  16. Vincent Furnier
  17. Edward Louis Severson III
  18. Hugh Cregg III
  19. David Evans
  20. Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta
  21. Henry John Deutschendorf
  22. John Anthony Gillis
  23. O’Shea Jackson
  24. Joan Marie Larkin
  25. Paul Hewson
  26. Eilleen Regina Edwards
  27. Steveland Morris
  28. David Robert Jones
  29. Cherilyn Sarkasian La Pier
  30. Marvin Lee Aday
  31. Curtis Jackson
  32. Steven Victor Tallarico
  33. William Bailey
  34. Alecia Moore
  35.  Yvette Stevens
  36. Brian Warner
  37. John Beverly
  38. Gordon Sumner
  39. Stanley Burrell
  40. Lesane Parish Crooks
  41. Declan McMananus
  42. Robert Van Winkle
  43. Richard Penniman
  44. Robert James Ritchie
  45. Katheryn Hudson
  46. John Baldwin
  47. Ronald Belford
  48. Steven Georgiou
  49. Paul Charles Caravello
  50. Joseph Saddler

ANSWERS:

Saul Hudson – Slash (Guns ‘n’ Roses)

Easy one, right? Trust me, they get harder.

James Osterberg – Iggy Pop

Sadly, James grew up in Michigan. I’ll let it slide for Iggy though.

Calvin Broadus – Snoop Dogg

Another fairly easy one I think? Love Snoop. I once named a cat after him.

Christopher Bridges – Ludacris

Yep. Chris Bridges would never do.

Ellen Cohen – Mama Cass Elliott (Mammas & The Poppas)
Otha Bates – Bo Diddley
Faroukh Bulsara – Freddie Mercury (Queen)

Good call Faroukh.

Eric Patrick Clapp – Eric Clapton

Trust me on this one – Clapp was not a great name to have in the 60s.

James Todd Smith – LL Cool J

Again, James Todd just destroys your street cred.

Trevor Smith Jr. – Busta Rhymes

See LL Cool J and Ludacris.

Jeffrey Isbell – Izzy Stradlin
William Broad – Billy Idol
Barry Alan Pincus – Barry Manilow
John Francis Bongiovi Jr. – Jon Bon Jovi

Another easy one.

Ann Mae Bullock – Tina Turner
Vincent Furnier – Alice Cooper

In an odd way his real name sort of fits his image.

Edward Louis Severson III – Eddie Vedder (Pearl Jam)
Hugh Cregg III – Huey Lewis
David Evans – The Edge (U2)

Hard to top a name like “The Edge”, amirite?

Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta – Lady Gaga

Did you know Lady Gaga is named after the Queen song “Radio Gaga”?

Henry John Deutschendorf – John Denver

Yeah. Good choice John.

John Anthony Gillis – Jack White
O’Shea Jackson – Ice Cube

Oh Good Lord. That wouldn’t do at all. Couldn’t have a bro named O’Shea in NWA.

Joan Marie Larkin – Joan Jett

Love Joan. She’s still rockin’.

Paul Hewson – Bono

U2 was good with their name change choices.

Eilleen Regina Edwards – Shania Twain
Steveland Morris – Stevie Wonder
David Robert Jones – David Bowie

David Jones changed his name to David Bowie because there was already a famous rocker with that name – Davey Jones of The Monkees.

Cherilyn Sarkasian La Pier – Cher
Marvin Lee Aday – Meatloaf

Have you seen Meatloaf? The name fit.

Curtis Jackson – 50 Cent
Steven Victor Tallarico – Steven Tyler (Aerosmith)

I read his book, and he grew up in an affluent neighborhood. Fun Fact: He’s 5-10. Seems taller to me. Oh, and I met him once.

William Bailey – Axl Rose (Guns ‘n’ Roses)
Alecia Moore – Pink
Yvette Stevens – Chaka Khan
Brian Warner – Marilyn Manson

Young Brian was an Ohio boy as you probably know. Grew up in Canton.

John Beverly – Sid Vicious
Gordon Sumner – Sting
Stanley Burrell – MC Hammer
Lesane Parish Crooks – Tupac Shakur

Lesane is an odd name. That’s all I got.

Declan McMananus – Elvis Costello

Fun Fact: Before he hit the big-time he worked as a Data Entry Clerk. True story.

Robert Van Winkle – Vanilla Ice

There’s something so awesome about that.

Richard Penniman – Little Richard
Robert James Ritchie – Kid Rock
Katheryn Hudson – Katy Perry
John Baldwin – John Paul Jones (Led Zeppelin)
Ronald Belford – Bon Scott (AC/DC)
Steven Georgiou – Cat Stevens

And he later became Yusaf Islam.

Paul Charles Caravello – Eric Carr (KISS)
Joseph Saddler – Grandmaster Flash

The events of November 22nd, 1963 have been well documented, and theories as to what actually happened the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated have been vast and varied since the day it all went down. I’ve read them all because I’ve been fascinated by the assassination since it happened. I also came to the conclusion years ago that assassin Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. Was he prodded by somebody, some group working in the shadows? Possibly. Still, I think he was the man who pulled the trigger that fateful day.

However, there’s something regarding that day in Dallas that has always intrigued me, and that is this – who was the Babushka Lady?

You see, after the assassination a film surfaced, one taken by a man named Abraham Zapruder. His film would come to be known as simply “The Zapruder Film”, and it captured the assassination in all its unimaginable horror. You can view it by clicking here, but it’s not for the faint of heart.

Anyway, there was one person that showed up repeatedly in the Zapruder Film and other photographs taken that day. This person was the Babushka Lady, named for her Russian scarf, called a babushka. She appeared to be filming the president, and her actions after the assassination were unusual to say the least.

There are several remarkable things about the Babushka Lady, the most amazing being that since that day she has never been found. With all the power of the United States government looking for her, as well as hundreds if not thousands of private investigators, she has never been located. Nobody knows who she was. There have been a few women claiming to be her, but all were proven to be frauds.

How in the hell is that possible?

Secondly, after witnessing the President of the United States getting his head blown off probably 30-feet in front of her, she basically showed no reaction at all. While everyone else was diving for cover, the Babushka Lady remained amazingly calm. Below are photos of her during the assassination, followed by a short video about her. Incredible, fascinating stuff. To this day we wonder . . .

Who was the Babushka Lady?

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When you wish upon a star you’re actually a few million years late because that star is dead. In reality, you’re actually looking into the past because many of the stars we see have already died.

The story goes like this. A homeless man was admitted to the hospital. After he was taken inside, the nurses noticed his family patiently waiting for him outside. They waited and waited, and the hospital staff kept them comfortable with food until the man was taken care of and released. It turns out this man often went hungry to feed his family so they, in turn, were loyal to him.

Dogs, man. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I have something in my eye.

Everyone loves a good photobomb, amirite? If you don’t you’re just a hater of fun. Let’s take a look at some of the best . . .

#1 – QUEEN BOMB

#2 – BOSS BOMB

#3 – BREAKING BAD BOMB

#4 – ROCK BOMB

#5 – CAGE BOMB 

#6 – CHAPPELLE BOMB

#7 – PRINCE BOMB


#8 – TRUDEAU BOMB

#9 – WALKING DEAD BOMB

#10 – OFFICE BOMB

#11 – DOG BOMB

#12 – CHIPMUNK BOMB

#13 – JESUS BOMB

#14 – ADORABLE PUP BOMB

#15 – SHOE BOMB


MANSFIELD, Ohio —

An Ohio man found a rare and beautiful sight in his yard – a white deer.

Craig Atkins uploaded video to Facebook of the find. “There’s a bunch of deer in my yard, one’s an albino,” he said in the video.

The deer would be easy to miss in the snow with its white fur for camoflauge.

Atkins said it may be his only time spotting the unique animal, and that he will definitely not forget it.

Man, that’s a pretty deer. I admire the fact that he just appreciated the beauty of it and didn’t decide to grab his gun and put its head on his basement wall. I mean, just because I don’t hunt doesn’t mean I’m bothered by people who do. Could I shoot an animal? Yes, if it was trying to kill me or another human. And hey, if that rare albino deer was trying to hurt Sparky I’d strangle it with my bare hands. But could I do it for sport? Nah. Just wouldn’t enjoy it. Hell, if I hit a possum with my car I feel badly. Still, I get hunting, why it’s done and why some guys like it. That said, who could shoot a rare albino deer? I mean really? Wait. Never mind.

Seems sketchy and I have a few problems with it. First, “It’s a Wonderful Life” is the best Christmas movie and in not one state is it represented. That’s bogus. Secondly, “Die Hard” is not a Christmas movie and anyone who thinks so is confused, dumb, irrational, misinformed and quite possibly insane. And finally, “The Apartment”? “While You Were Sleeping”? Are these people high? Idjuts.

Source – A woman who married the ghost of a 300-year-old pirate claims the couple have split up. Amanda Teague married the Haitian pirate named Jack earlier this year. The wedding to her ‘soulmate’ took place on board a boat in international waters off the Irish coast. However the Irish Mirror reports the couple have called it a day after less than a year. Amanda said: “So I feel it’s time to let everyone know that my marriage is over. “I will explain all in due course but for now all I want to say is be very careful when dabbling in spirituality, it’s not something to mess with.” The split is another blow for Jack, as he was purportedly executed for thieving on the high seas in the 1700s. 

Well I’ll be damned. This one is a shocker, man. If anyone was going to make it I’d have bet the ranch on these two lovebirds. Seemed like a match made in heaven. Or hell, depending on where Jack lives. Seriously though, I was really holding out hope for these two wacky kids. I thought they really had a shot. So damn sad. A loss for all of us really. A loss for love.

PS- Then again, I know it’s pretty common knowledge that the marriage success rate between batshit crazy female lunatics and 16th century poltergeist pirate swashbucklers isn’t good. ‘Twas an uphill battle from the start.

PPS- I tried for 30-minutes to come up with an “Arrrrrr!” or “Ahoy Matey!” joke to put in there but I came up blank. I did have a Poop Deck knee-slapper but couldn’t pull the trigger.

Un-be-lievable.

Interesting.

I beseech you to watch this video. Riveting stuff by Professor Jonathan Haidt:

In the mid-’90s there was a sharp shift to overprotective parenting. In previous generations, kids were allowed to out of the house unsupervised from age 5-8, which has now become age 12-16. As a result, their independence, resilience, and problem-solving skills have suffered. We need to give childhood back to kids so that they do what they most need to do, which is develop the skills of being an independent adult. Remember that the job of a parent is to work him or herself out of a job.”

Professor Jonathan Haidt

Amazing stuff. Enjoy.

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