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I was just talking to a co-worker about Mitch Hedberg’s hilariously abstract standup the other day. Now it’s way too late and I’ve just completed a Youtube marathon.

He was one funny guy:

The doctor strikes you on the nerve just above your knee with a small rubber mallet. What do you do? What CAN you do?

Well, if you’re human, you don’t need to worry about that - it’ll happen on it’s own - your leg will move of it’s own accord, the doctor will nod his head, and you will be considered officially alive - it’s just one of those things. Them science fellers call it a reflex.

There are other, more subtle examples of this. There is involuntary headbanging which must balance the guitar churn at the end of every Bohemian Rhapsody. There is the “tastes great” which must answer any offered “less filling”. You can’t help it - it just happens.

It’s you unthinkingly tossing out yins to counter the yangs life tends to throw at you.

The following article clip is a shining example of law enforcement utilizing this principle to get the bad guy (and I think it beats firing a Taser any day):

One of my favorite songs written by this artist. This excerpt is taken from a television appearence of Jan Kuiper’s “Groove Masters Part 2″ with Kaki King as a guest perfomer. Taken from “Vrije Geluiden”, a broadcast by the Dutch television station VPRO recirded on Sunday the 4th of November 2007.

She’s got a new album which will be called Dreaming of Revenge coming out in March.

Hope everyone had a happy and at least somewhat relaxing Thanksgiving.

Here in this corner of Southwestern VA, we applied a very blue flame to some very cold peanut oil, and three hours later, had an extremely tasty bird on the table.

With wind gusts of up to 30 miles per hour (that’s 13.4 meters per second for my European friends and 1340 cubits per minute for you, Noah), and temps down to the low twenties, it was an exciting and somewhat chilly time, for which I prepared with a combination of flannel and German white wine.

Add to that some exciting football that all went my way, several hours of idle guitar strumming, and relatively few bugs within any code that exited my fingertips, and this holiday weekend officially was a success.

For literal pennies on the foamboard, you too can heat a room that gets a few hours of sunlight by 10 degrees.

All you need is some something with copper on it (apparently copper-clad zinc works fine) to conduct heat, something dark to grab the heat in the first place, and something translucent to enclose it in. It operates on the same principles that make you not want to enter a car with vinyl seats in the summer, and I suppose to an extent, the same principles that are going to make Greenland green instead of white in the coming years.

I guess the art lies in not having it look completely awful, which I’m not sure is possible on this guy’s budget. Regardless, I’m totally trying this out this winter:

The Phish archives opened today, and unleashed Vegas ‘96 on a world that just recovered from the original event. It’s a great snapshot of the music during one of it’s transitory phases - in this case bridging between the 1995/96 wall-of-sound buildups and the 1997 era of funk.

To be sure - good times.

Here’s a twenty minute Simple from that particular concert - the real beauty starts about 1/3 of the way through:

One of the more exciting musical groups playing these days - this is Andrew Bird and is band playing at the Bonnarroo Festival in Tennessee this summer:

He’s got a new EP coming out- Soldier On.

The line blurs…

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The mall magician is a benevolent wizard, using his powers only for good, and for transportation:

For a period of about 6 months, comments ceased to work on this site.

Some obscure misconfiguration of the Wordpress software or some onerous restrictions I set in a fit of paranoia caused it, but whatever it was, its source escaped me.

Occasionally, someone I know would go through the trouble of signing up, and I’d see the registration come in and wonder, “Oh - how nice to see <insert name here>! I wonder what they’ll have to say?”, and then nothing. It was a bleak time in my life.

Well, thanks to some tips from a coworker, there’s a new commenting paradigm in town. No registration or login needed, just opinions. There are some Wordpress plugins which do filtering for me, but they’re pretty good about being pretty good at it.

So there you go. Sorry about the last half a year - I mean, no commenting AND a drought. Sheesh.

Hopefully the Pitfall screenshot makes up for it by filling you with warm memories of your youth.