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The Beatles had a specific clause in their contract, even in 1964, that stipulated they would never play for a segregated audience.



Here’s a short but pretty cool story about my father. Dad is 91 now and not in the best of health, but he’s a pretty amazing guy who’s lived a pretty amazing life all things considered. I plan to write a story about all that one day, but for now I thought I’d share a short story about something that happened when I was perhaps 5-years old.

Dad was a smoker back then, but most men were in those days. Just look at an old photo from back then and you’ll see a cigarette in almost everyone’s hand. Hell, doctors smoked in their office as they examined you. I’m dead serious.

There’s probably a bottle of booze in his drawer too.

The cigarette folks even advertised using doctors. Crazy but true, man.

You cannot make this stuff up. What can I say? People didn’t know. And it was a different time, in many ways better, in some ways most certainly not.

Bottom line, the link about cigarettes and lung cancer had been known for a decade or so, but was for the most part ignored. Hence, Dad the smoker.

Let me take you back to the winter of ’60 or ’61, maybe even ’59. I don’t really remember. I just recall it was winter because there was a fire in our fireplace. It was in the evening, and I climbed up on Dad’s lap as he sat by the fire burnin’ a Lucky Strike.

At one point I reached up and tried to grab his cigarette, because hey, I was a kid. I got my hand slapped, and it was then the following conversation took place:

Dad: “Hey, what are you doing? Stop it.”

Me: “I want to try it!”

Dad: “You can’t. You’re too young and besides, cigarettes are bad for you.”

Me: “Then why are you smoking one?” 

Really, that was all it took. Because at that point Dad paused, looked at the cigarette in his hand, and flipped it into the fireplace.

And he never smoked another cigarette in his life.

I asked him about this recently, and he too remembered that evening. He told me he just didn’t feel he could justify smoking while at the same time telling me how bad it was for you. So he quit to prove a point, on the spot, for himself but mainly for me.

And I’m glad he did.


Dogs develop “bite inhibition”, the ability to control the strength of  bite, as puppies after learning that too harsh of a bite will interrupt play.


That little bird is so cute I’ve included a bonus video in its honor. You’re welcome, little bird.


Everyone knows what a palindrome is, right? Words or sentences that read the same both forwards and backwards? Like Mom or Dad? Race car? Yeah, those. Anyway, I’ve always been fascinated by them, partly because they’re cool and partly because they’re almost always funny. Why? I have no idea. My brain is weird. Anyway, here are my 15 favorite palindromes along with my completely nonsensical comments on each. Enjoy. Or not. I don’t really give a damn. It’s not my fault my interests are vast and eclectic.

Step on no pets.

I simply cannot argue with that sentiment.

Eva, can I stab bats in a cave?

Legit question, amirite?

Dammit, I’m mad!

Huh. Even palindromes have foul mouths.

Sit on a potato pan, Otis.

And why would you ask Otis to . . . never mind. I don’t want to know.

A Santa lived as a devil at NASA.

That’s a terrifying proposition.

Madam In Eden, I’m Adam.

Biblical, man.

Was it a rat I saw?

Yep. That’s a rat alright.

Do geese see God?

I’m guessing no. Just a hunch.

A man, a plan, a canal. Panama.

This one actually makes the most sense.

Go hang a salami. I’m a lasagna hog.

Both sentences bring to mind great images, right?

Never odd or even.

Then what? Wait. Is zero neither odd nor even? I’m getting a headache.

Mr. Owl ate my metal worm.

Mr. Owl is destined for digestive problems.

Doc, note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.

Something about that last sentence that kills me. Love this one.

Tulsa night life: Filth, gin, a slut.

I’ve heard this is 100% accurate. Sorry, Tulsans.

A nut for a jar of tuna.

Sounds like an even trade.

Hey kids, since we’re educating you did you know a group called They Might Be Giants wrote a song about palindromes? Sure did. It contains palindromes! Here ’tis!


A teacher’s life is stressful, man. Also exhilarating. Hey, the highs outweigh the lows but sometimes you have to shake things up a little to keep it fresh, ya know? My students have many a story of my wacky antics. Anywho, check out these photos of some times when teachers went a little overboard. Classic stuff.

Apparently Jerry and Robby have been causing some problems.

This, my friends, is what the kids call a sick burn. Throwing shade if you will. Any way you look at it, I’m pretty sure this kid got an F-.

That’s a little petty. And by petty I mean awesome.

This will remind some of my students of something I did at Twin back in the early 90s.

They got Rick-Rolled!

This is actually a photo of the teacher taped to his window. Diabolical. Also genius.

What would you do?

People kept stealing calculators. It was the only appropriate response, really.

Just a brutal attack on the cesspool of morons at Virginia Western. On a related note, they totally deserved it.

I also had a skeleton in class. When you think about it, everyone has skeletons in class, they’re just covered in skin and stuff. I’ll shut up now.

Classic move by band director’s here. They must teach it at band college or something.

Hardcore teacher here. Dude does NOT bend.

Do not be late or you will suffer the wrath of Professor Schmedlap.

As seen on a teacher’s laptop. Pretty normal folders for most educators.

Bro, you missed the first class? You deserved this. Good luck with the Red Pandas.


So I ran across a collection of photos that someone had taken of beautiful chickens. Stunning really. Not stunning that someone would photograph chickens, but stunningly beautiful. Since this is my site, I also have taken the liberty of naming each chicken, along with a totally fictional description of said chicken. You’re welcome.

PS- I’m pretty sure some of these chickens are roosters. Anywho, click on the chicken to see the captions.


Yep. Leela is crazy, man. Also adorable. Her owner posted some pics on Imgur along with some absolutely priceless comments so I had to share. I’ll show the photos, with his comments below them:

“She frequently sits like this as if it’s normal.”

“She ALWAYS lays on the floor like this. Doesn’t seem to have brain damage, but who can really tell?”

“Whenever I tell her she is weird she gives me the side-eye.”

“She absolutely hates the cold. This is the only way she’ll go outside when it’s under 30 degrees.”

“She simply cannot sleep unless you wedge her head and practically smother her.”

Leela is awesome, man. Arranging a play date with Sparky as we speak.

Note: I got some of this info from the folks over at Bored Panda.


Gus and Beemo.

Gus Kenworthy is an American freestyle skier from Colorado who recently made headlines not related to sports. Why? Because he rescued 91-dogs from a dog meat farm in South Korea while participating in the 2018 Winter Olympics.

You read that right. 91.

“This morning I had a heart-wrenching visit to one of the 17,000 dog farms here in South Korea,” he wrote on Instagram. “Across the country, there are 2.5 million dogs being raised for food in some of the most disturbing conditions imaginable. Yes, there is an argument to be made that eating dogs is a part of Korean culture. And, while don’t personally agree with it, I do agree that it’s not my place to impose western ideals on the people here. The way these animals are being treated, however, is completely inhumane and culture should never be a scapegoat for cruelty. Despite the beliefs of some, these dogs are no different from the ones we call pets back home.”

So, Gus decided to do something about it. “I adopted one of the pups, named her Beemo, and she’ll be coming to the US to live with me as soon as she’s through with her vaccinations in a short couple of weeks. I cannot wait to give her the best life possible!”

Gus arranged for 90 other dogs from the farm are taken from the facility to the United States and Canada for adoption with the help of Humane Society International.

Atta boy, Gus Kenworthy. Gold medals are great, but rescuing 91-dogs puts you on another level. You are a true American hero.


If these don’t make you smile you have no soul. Click on the first photo to scroll through the awesomeness.


Yeah, you read that right. Here’s the lowdown . . .

Many of you have heard of Adam Vinatieri, the great NFL kicker who won the Super Bowl for New England back in 2002. Vinatieri has gone on to a Hall of Fame career with not only New England but also the Indianapolis Colts. Anyway, were it not for a fateful decision by General George Custer, Adam would not only have missed making the NFL, he wouldn’t even exist.

You see, Felix Vinatieri was Adam’s great-great grandfather. He was a musician and composer and served as George Armstrong Custer’s bandmaster during the Civil War general’s Indian campaign. Custer loved music and he believed the band boosted his troops’ morale and that they were good entertainment on long trips.

In the spring of 1876, when Custer led the Seventh Cavalry out of Fort Abraham Lincoln into North Dakota and its eventual destruction at the hands of Crazy Horse and his Sioux warriors, Custer decided that his band would stay behind.

Nobody is sure why he made this decision, but one thing is certain – had Felix Vinatieri not remained at Fort Lincoln, there probably wouldn’t be any Vinatieris, no Adam, and perhaps no Patriots 2002 Super Bowl victory.

And that’s how General George Armstrong Custer helped the New England Patriots win a Super Bowl.



Stunning. Click on the pic for a close-up.


Not the actual lion but a man can dream, right?

Daily Mail: A big cat poacher has been killed and eaten by the pride of lion he was hunting at a private game reserve in South Africa. The hunter was heard screaming for help as he was attacked at the Ingwelala Private Nature Reserve in Hoedspruit outside Phalaborwa. But the lions quickly killed their victim and devoured most of his body before being chased off, leaving his head untouched. A hunting rifle was found close to what was left of the blood drenched body. 

Man, what a great way to start the day, huh? It’s like Christmas morning up in here. Nothing is better than an animal turning the tables on bad humans. Nothing. Hey, Mr. Poacher, how do like me now? Oh, that’s right, you can’t like anything because all that’s left of you is your head! Hahahahaha! Karma baby!

PS- You know those lions left that head on purpose. Talk about sending a message to the poaching community. Boom. Bring it on, poachers.



I’m heading to see the two Johns again this Thursday for the umpteenth time but for the first time in awhile, so this is a timely blog. Well, at least for me. It may not be timely at all for you. Anywho, I have loved They Might Be Giants and their quirky tunes since 1985, and every show is a joy, a delight and an outright lovefest. Without further ado, my favorite songs of They Might Be Giants:

Everything Right is Wrong Again

As only the boys could do, they incorporated a 1950’s Lucille Ball movie into the lyrics. “The long, long trailer” is a reference to the 1954 movie The Long, Long Trailer. Taking a honeymoon road trip, a trailer creates plenty of hijinks and slapstick problems for Lucy and Ricki, including one scene where the motor trailer, Lucy inside, becomes unhinged from the car, their dishes falling from the shelves, and the car continues away, hence these lines:
Just like in the long, long trailer,
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her .”

Admit it, TMBG fans. You did not know that.

I Palindrome I

Ah, what an amazing tune. It’s about, well, palindromes, which are words or sentences that can be read the same forwards or backwards. LOVE this song and its great opening line . . .

“Someday mother will die and I’ll get the money . . .”

Note – My 5 favorite palindromes:

A man, a plan, a canal – Panama.

Sit on a potato pan, Otis.

Eva, can I stab bats in a cave?

Mr. Owl ate my metal worm.

Dammit, I’m mad.


Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head

An amazing song about so many subjects, including OCD. However, I love the homage to the line from ‘Guitar Man’ by Elvis that they snuck into the song – “Well, I quit my job down at the car wash, left my mama a goodbye note.


Don’t Let Start

Includes these immortal lyrics:

“No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful,

Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful,

They want what they’re not and I wish they would stop, 

Saying Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa,

Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa

D, world destruction,

O-ver an overture

N, do I need

Apostrophe T, need this torture?”

Only TMBG, kids. Only TMBG.


Animal song about, well, the beauty of mammals. So TMBGish.

Standing in between extinction in the cold
And explosive radiating growth
So the warm blood flows
Through the large four-chambered heart
Maintaining the very high metabolism rate they have.

Mammal, mammal
Their names are called
They raise a paw
The bat, the cat
Dolphin and dog
Koala bear and hog . . .

Dinner Bell 

About Pavlov’s dog, among other things.

Birdhouse In Your Soul

The absolute classic, and the song that put the boys on the map. Enjoy, kids.

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) 

This is actually a cover of a song written in the 1950s, and it’s basically a little history lesson. Catchy as hell.

Particle Man 

A science teacher’s favorite, and there are many interpretations to this song, way too many to mention here. Lend it an ear and tell me what you think.


Such a rocker live. It’s about a couple that constantly breaks-up and makes- up. We all know the type.

They Might Be Giants

A quirky little song about who-the-hell-knows. You tell me. I think it’s about the band, how they got their name from the movie, and how Don Quixote thought that windmills were giants. Then again, perhaps I’m quite insane.

Meet James Ensor

Love this song about the obscure Belgium painter. Good stuff.

Kiss Me, Son of God

Although this song was written 30-years ago, it could have been written about Donald Trump. Eerie really. Listen . . .

Man, It’s So Loud in Here

A newer song about, according to John, “The dawning awareness of old age.” 

Bastard Wants to Hit Me

Great tune about a weird encounter with a crazy dude. So typically weird it hurts. TMBG through and through.


Your Racist Friend

“This is where the party ends, I just sit here wondering how you can stand by your racist friend.”


Dr. Worm

Just a simple song about a common subject –  a drum-playing worm who’s also a doctor. Enjoy.



Check out the Ladybug Mimic Spider, man. Just mimicking a Ladybug like you read about. See, Ladybugs taste nasty because they contain toxic stuff so birds avoid them, hence the benefits of looking like a Ladybug. That’s diabolical, man. On a related note, nature, damn you straight to hell. Anywho, Ladybug Mimic Spider.


Sweet Jesus look at that Tree Stump Spider, man. Dude is definitely the spawn of Satan or something. Just horrific like you read about. And not to terrify you more or anything, but this bad boy can jump remarkable distances. Chilling. They also “move in a jerky gait” which somehow makes them even more scary. Anywho, Tree Stump Spider.

The skeleton isn’t inside you, you’re the brain so you’re inside the skeleton.


Nothing to see here, just a Giant Trevally fish eating a freaking bird like some sort of demon sea monster from the depths of hell. I mean, watch that video. Good God. It usually eats other fish but occasionally goes for other goodies like a seagull or other flying prey. Anywho, Giant Trevally.


Looks like a really cool apartment.


Lady thought it was cute until, you know, it tried to murder her.


What you see here my friends, is the Lungfish. There’s nothing really extraordinary about the Lungfish other than it can stay alive in the dirt for 5-freaking years. Yes, I said it. The Lungfish knows the river is gonna go dry, so it digs down in the mud and buries itself in a cocoon of sorts. Then this little bro comes digging out when the rains return like a damn miracle fish. I beseech you, no, I order you, to watch the videos below. Then, just be amazed. Anywho, Lungfish.


The United States comprises several different regions, each with its own rich history and cultural identity. Exactly where those regions start and end has been a long-running debate, but according to author Colin Woodard, the United States can be divided into these 11 distinct sub-nations. His book is called American Nations: A History of the Eleven Rival Regional Cultures of North America, and it’s pretty fascinating reading.