Spring practice starts today for the SU football team. Of course, there’s too much snow to have it outside, so things have been moved indoors. That’s springtime in Syracuse for ya. To be fair, it’s not actually spring yet – there’s almost two weeks to go for that. And since, statistically, we normally get another 27+” of snow from here on out, we seem to have at least a chance of hitting the 200″ mark. Or it could just rain for two months. Either way, my sump pump is getting pretty stressed out. Or I’m getting pretty stressed out at the thought of it (or them) crapping out. Remind me to order some hip waders.
:joe: You sure do get a lot of snow up your way. I’m surprised at the vast difference in snowfall between Syracuse and Ithaca. Big brudder doesn’t seem to get nearly as much as you.
Wonderful wonderful rain here today. The dust bowl was getting dusty.
:gate: Mike DeStefano
http://wtfpod.libsyn.com/episode-130-mike-de-stefano
Was on with Maron in December
ugh…
Oh shit, I remember when I first heard that WTF episode, Artnorton. I was eating Thai food in my car parked at the Northgate mall. I remember kind of chocking up a little when Mike talked about the motorcycle ride with his wife who was dying.
Happy Mardi Gras, Y’all!
:dancers: :bong: :40: :blues: :pope: :priest:
In passing, New Orleans drummer and longtime Dr. John associate Herman Roscoe Ernest III passed a few days ago. We can’t afford to lose too many funky drummers. Farewell to ‘Hoiman Oinst’.
🙁 :gate: :blues:
Would this work in a stand up routine?
Some of you may not know me. Well, let me put it this way, none of you know me, I’ll be honest. So let me introduce myself. This all may be too autobiographical to be funny, but I’ll try my darndest to keep it from floundering. My name is Travis. I’m from Alaska. Please, don’t applaud for that. What the fuck? I grew up without a father. Never knew him. Not sad about it but it fucked up my head a little. I’ll elaborate. I looked for father figures in all the wrong places cartoons, great scientists, even political figures. I once was a little schizophrenic in my quest for finding my father, connecting the dots and so forth that were never there. Again, let me elaborate. I wasn’t aware of my father’s name until a few years ago. Some of you may have noticed my speech impediment, too, or cadence if you prefer; if you’re polite I mean. And if you’re not polite then I sound like I have a pencil stuck up my nose. My family is fucked up, did I mention that? I mean, I have no relation to my father’s family, and I never knew my grandfather, my grandmother has Alzheimers, and my mother’s two brothers are ridiculous. I’ve never met one of my uncles, but the one I have met is a notorious alcoholic in Fairbanks, Alaska. He has 5 DUIs I think, lives in a cabin with no electricity and has a wood-stove he keeps functioning with heaps of clothing scavenged from Goodwill. I don’t think he’s ever had a job besides a full-time assault on the rest of the family. I guess he had too take over my other uncles responsibilities. He burned down my grandmother’s house when I was a toddler, twice. The first time was only mildly successful apparently. My other uncle is in prison in Seward, Alaska. Adding this all up because I’m good at that shit. I’ve had logic and calculus. I reasoned that with my fucked up speech impediment and olfactory, I have similarities to King Philip the IV of Spain. Bit of a stretch I know, but it fits the joke. With my uncle in prison, and me not knowing who my father is, I inference that I was a product of incest. What the fuck kind of thinking is that, huh? Crazy shit. It’s okay, though. I learned recently that the reason my uncle is in prison is not because of me, thankfully, but because he killed my grandfather. That’s why I’ve never met either of them. So it’s cool. I just need to find out why there’s a pencil up my nose. But I’m working on some theories, I’ll keep you posted.
I guess not then.
At least I’m not as fucked up as Charlie Sheen. I think he’ll probably shoot himself soon on ustream.
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Hundreds of thousands of dead fish were found floating at the water’s surface in Redondo Beach, California on Tuesday, sparking widespread concerns about pollution.
It was unclear what killed the creatures, thought to be anchovies, but authorities speculated the mass quantity of teeming life may have simply absorbed all the oxygen in waters around King Harbor. An investigation was ongoing.
http://www.rawstory.com/rawreplay/2011/03/hundreds-of-thousands-of-dead-fish-surface-in-redondo-beach-calif/
The gaps and stringy fibers in these space rocks sure look like bacteria, and a NASA researcher has caused a stir with claims that they’re fossils of alien life. But as NASA found 15 years ago, looks can be deceiving.
Top scientists in different disciplines immediately found pitfalls in a newly published examination of three meteorites that went viral on the Internet over the weekend. NASA and its top scientists disavowed the work by noon Monday.
Biologists said just because it looks as though the holes were made by bacteria doesn’t make them fossils of extraterrestrial microbes. The meteorites could be riddled with Earthly contamination. And both astronomers and biologists complained that the study was not truly reviewed by peers.
There are questions about the credentials of the study’s author, Richard Hoover. And the work appeared in an online journal that raises eyebrows because even its editor acknowledges it may have to shut down in June and that one reason for publishing the controversial claim was to help find a buyer.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/08/nasa-disavows-its-alien-life-claim_n_832873.html
Yep, nope. Not funny. I need to lay off the coffee and probably sleep more. Some really famous comedians have weird jokes though.
Jager
Evening all.
Hey all. long day for this workin’ gal…
Trav, not funny at all. Maron & company seem to believe a screwed up male figure propelled them to comedy. From my vantage point of working with the disabled, mentally and physically, there are an awful lot of messed up people out there.
I digress. Knowing folks are totally screwed up, which you clearly do, takes one light years away from them. So, what about that dog’on pencil, it sounds rather uncomfortable?
Sigmund Freud and Michael Jacksons’ downfall was their snausages (I own that word.Winning! Blood of a Tiger. I mean, Tiger blood). Uh-oh, I’ve turned into Charlie Sheen. Better add Sheen with that downfall (hard trollin’) group too.
If Sheen is acting, he stole my role. I’m almost certain he’s not. I think Betty the pug, who’s 77 in dog years, ate all the blow, had a heart-attack, and left the Sheen compound with a kilo of evidence.