Hey Joe

Lee Harvey, you mad man

(Very rare photo of Lee Harvey and the Assassins performing at Adair's Saloon in Dallas, circa 1963.)

The whole point of this post is that I wanted to post this picture. Makes me laugh. It's genius.

So I read that the Colt Cobra revolver that Jack Ruby used to kill Lee Harvey Oswald is up for auction, along with a bunch of other shit. Apparently, if you're of the means, you can also bid on Ruby's hat.

Got lots of cash to burn? Guernsey's Auction House will also be offering John Lennon's jacket from the "Imagine" video? (don't even recall), Madonna's dress from her "Like a Virgin" video (cleaning and deodorizing costs extra) and a leather jacket that was being worn by the late actor, Brandon Lee, when he was accidentally shot and killed while filming the crow, complete with "real live blood stains!" except I made up that part about the bloodstains. That would be a bonus though wouldn't it?

Anyway, I think I'll be spending my hard-earned cash on extra large, double pepperoni pizza. It is Friday night after all. I'd like to watch 30 Days of Night but will probably have to go with High Fidelity, unless of course Lisa passes out early, in which case the vampires will roam free.

My ever present druthers

You see those things over there to your left?

Those two little lists that say:

"I am currently reading"

And

"In the Queue"?

At this moment I would also like to refer to them as "What I'd rather be doing," because right now I'm f*ucking tired of work and working, in all its many drudgenous forms.

Fascinating as work can be, it has at this exact stinking moment, lost its not so considerable power to charm me.

Screwing this             

Welcoming this,

(Minus the beret…)

Or this,

Even though my home theater system looks more like this,

All work and no play makes Joe want to flip a nutty.

Happy Leap Friday….

Another one bites the dust

First there was Bad News Hughes, bowing out of the blogosphere. Now, sadly we add Will over at Be the Boy.

Citing a busy schedule and mysterious projects, Will is taking a blogging sabbatical, the length of which has yet to be determined.

I had a recent conversation regarding burn-out with another blogger friend of mine. We were discussing the difficulty of remaining creative and topical on a regular (daily) basis. The trouble with blogging and web-based writing in general is that the information gets stale almost as fast as you can post it. Websites are continuously updated and information is distributed so quickly that this morning's post is old news by that afternoon coffee break. Therefore, if you're not posting regularly, your blog quickly becomes the virtual covered wagon at the Indy 500. Or something like that.

Anyway…

The point my friend made is that she needs to determine "why" she is blogging, and either go full bore or come to a dead halt because middle of the road blogging seems to be the most frustrating. You want to post regularly and keep it fresh, but the time isn't available. Then you get frustrated with the poor quality and lack of consistency. I've seen many bloggers go stale and stop posting for months on end, which probably results in losing all those readers one works so hard to obtain.

Probably the biggest hurdle to blogging is the sheer number of blogs out there. As Dr. John said,

"… there is A LOT of reading material out there competing for my time and attention and most of what I read is specialized to my interests. Trying to appeal to everyone as a generalist has to be the hardest way to get an audience, if that is what you want. On the other hand, if you were to start a blog about raising kids, fans of Elvis, or agnostic Catholics, you could probably get an international audience quickly."

Food for thought.

I've always gone the generalist route because:

• It's easy and I'm lazy
• It offers me the freedom to write about absolutely anything
• I don't know a lot about anything, but I know a little about a lot
• I don't care enough about any one thing to devote an entire blog to it
• Most of the stuff that gets caught in my mind's filter is generally fluff material, which lends itself to a generalist blog

I've sort of lost my train of thought somewhere along the way. Basically I'm sorry to see Will hanging it up, and while I've considered doing the same thing on many occasions, it's normally when I'm experiencing that burnt-out feeling. But then something funny will occur or some celebrity will drop dead, and I'm back in business.

So enjoy your vacation Will, but I'll expect you back in action anon.

R.I.P.

William F. Buckley Jr.

1925 – 2008

William F. Buckley Jr., author, commentator and founder of the National Review, has died at the age of 82.

AP article for further reading.

Open e-mail to Ippy from Dr. Seuss

So it's about 4:00 AM on Tuesday in Hong Kong.

   

Are you flogging your dong in Hong Kong?

Are you smoking a bong while flogging your dong in Hong Kong?

Are you wishing your schlong was long while smoking a bong while flogging your dong in Hong Kong?

Are you wearing a thong wishing your schlong were long while smoking a bong and flogging your dong in Hong Kong?

Are you singing a song while wearing a thong and wishing your schlong were long while smoking a bong and flogging your dong in Hong Kong?

If you are, you're so wrong for wearing a thong and wishing your schlong were long while smoking a bong and flogging your dong in Hong Kong.

   

If you're acting this way;

Know the Chinese don't play.

You'll be shot like a dog;

And thrown in the bog.

So if you must sing, spank, and smoke;

Be a smart bloke.

To you I implore;

Lock the fucking door.

I knew I should have gone for the Thin Mints ®

Fat cat in little box

Fat cat in little box

Those Tagalongs® leave me parched.

Happy Inappropriate Card Day

My inappropriate gesture to Lisa.

And the really inappropriate part? I killed her pet; on purpose. Ain't that a gas?!

Anyway, thanks Diesel for begetting a new tradition.

The fickle finger of fame

Question:

Who is this jackass?

I've seen this picture in magazines, the video store; the side of a bus. It's forever harassing me.

What's with the XY?

What's the deal with him pulling up his shirt?

And most importantly, what does he have that I don't? How come I'm not famous?

Welcome Cookiebitchers

Just a short note of welcome to any readers of Cookiebitch who

• Read my guest post
• Took her fine advice to throw me a bone and drop on by.

Feel free to browse around and acquaint yourself with the place. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen trying to get the blood stains out of my suit.

Anything goes. Seriously

The trouble with blogging is that one begins to live their life forever in search of their next blog post. With every personal encounter, every conversation, every news article, book or movie, we're always thinking: "Can I somehow blog about this?"

As evidence, I give you our tub cabinet.

We have upwards of 20 empty tubs: margarine tubs, Cool Whip ™ tubs, cottage cheese tubs - plus lids!

Lisa figures that if ever we have dinner guests, and if those guests were so enthralled with the meal that they were convinced to take home left-over's, instead of giving them some of our fine Tupperware storage containers we can simply whip out a tub, plop the slop, slap a lid on that bitch and never have to worry about them returning our fine Tupperware storage containers.

I know. She is special.