Winter Hymn/ Southern Hymn

Last night Ghost Town Council made their High Noon Saloon debut to an enthusiastic crowd opening for Wichita Kansas' Split Lip Rayfield.

Tonight's song always brings a smile to my face. It's by the Mountain Goats, from the record, "All Hail West Texas". But for some reason this song translates well to winter.

Here's the words. Maybe my new favorite band will learn it? Here's to hoping. Hell of a job guys.



"she came in on the redeye to dallas-fort worth.
all the way from sunny taipei.
skin the color of a walnut shell,
and a baseball cap holding down her black hair.
and she came here after midnight.
the hot weather made her feel right at home.
come on in, we haven't slept for weeks.
drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks.

he drove from in from mexicali, no worse for wear.
money to burn, time to kill.
but five minutes looking in his eyes and we all knew he
was broken pretty bad, so we gave him what we had.
we cleared a space for him to sleep in,
and we let the silence that's our trademark
make its presence felt.
come on in, we haven't slept for weeks.
drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks.

they came in by the dozens, walking or crawling.
some were bright-eyed.
some were dead on their feet.
and they came from zimbabwe,
or from soviet, georgia.
east saint louis, or from paris, or they lived across the street.
but they came, and when they'd finally made it here,
it was the least that we could do to make our welcome clear.
come on in, we haven't slept for weeks.
drink some of this. it'll put color in your cheeks."
~john darnielle

Happy Black Friday!

The feel good day that is Thanksgiving was followed by rampant consumerism and disregard for human life! The Most Wonderful Time of the Year, once again, leaves my soul darker and more calloused than a year before. At a Wal*Mart in New York, a worker was trampled to death and one lady suffered a miscarriage. Three people were also taken to the hospital. You know say what you want about our economy being in the shitter but we don't let things like mountains of debt get in the way of the important stuff like iPods, Blu-Ray players, and good old-fashioned trampling. The footage below is from Wal*Mart and a previous years stampede. No deaths occurred in the footage presented, so it really goes to show how much we Americans have stepped up our game!
USA! USA! USA! USA!
EDIT: Turns out there was no Miscarriage, that's good. Wal*Mart worker? Still dead...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Michelle and I were talking about Thanksgiving yesterday. It has to be the closest thing to the perfect holiday. It has become a day that we get together, eat too much, laugh, and be with our friends and family. Unfortunately I couldn't be in Colorado with my folks and their always amazing Thanksgiving. Fortunately, I have family here in Madison that took me and my kin in for a Thanksgiving Dinner that couldn't be beat. To Michelle, Daiv, Tom, Keith, Sid, and Sonny (unfortunately Science had to work, her presence was truly missed; Ian and Norah were up North for the Holiday, and they were truly missed as well): I had a great time yesterday, thank you for helping me make it 28 for 28 and thanks for the fantastic spread. To all of you: I am truly thankful to call you all friends and family. Cheers! I hope that your Thanksgiving was as good as it could have been. And since it's never too late for tradition...

God Exists: Here's Proof

Ann Coulter's jaw has been wired shut.

It seems that her mouth has been touched by the noodley appendage.
Now if only The Strap-On Veterans for Truth can find her elusive penis.

Great Billboard.

h/t to Roesmary on the San Diego Dialed in Blog.

This is pretty awe-inspiring. I hate to be all cynical, but I wonder how many Christians question and judge the actions of these christians (note the type case)

Ghost Town Council: objectively awesome!

I think I have a new favorite band. And check out the smokin' bass player!

Gave up the Bottle


There are more photos available here.

Sex: Keep It Funny

Really, sex, intercourse, coitus,fucking, the monkey mounting the plow, whatever is your preferred nomenclature, is funny.
Just think of the look on your face, your partners face (i truly hope you actually see their face).

We really are ridiculous mammals.




This is from a wonderful comic Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal