Mirror Lake “On the good side”.

I posted this as a share for all those Mirror Lakers out there & Marc B.
Marc comes from Mirror Lake too, but he’s on the Wrentham side an that aint the good side.
Wrentham side aint all that bad though, cause we let em come down to our good side and we let them hang out with us on the good side…

BTW: Lea an Jullianne were from the good side too, Carol lived on the good side for a while. I was on the good side until they chased me out and beer always tasted better when you drank it on the good side.

Funk from a friend...

This came outta FaceBook Funk-war with a guy named Ken.

I gotta admit he's got some Funk too, but I'm Still "The Funk" and ya better ya'll know it!

Enjoy,,,

That's Not in my American History Book - Thomas Ayres (Review)

This is a little sample of what's contained inside this book. I chose this section because it was the first I read when glancing through the book and I figured that it was as good as any to share. 


First though, a little on the Author. The first part is a quote from the back cover:

 "Thomas Ayres, a veteran investigative reporter and award-winning columnist has written for The Dallas Times' quarterly publication Columbiad, and many other publications. He lives in Jonesboro, Lousiana"

My opinion of him is that he's a very witty and talented writer. This book is well worth the purchasing price and it is one of the few books that I would replace if ever lost or damaged just to have a copy laying around to share some good readin with friends as they stop by.

Dishonorable Opponent

(from page 103)

    Politics and political mudslinging have been around almost from the day prehistoric man dis­ covered mud. However, over the past two cen­turies American politicians have managed to re­fine the art-sometimes elevating it to creative heights, but more often dragging it to bottomless lows.

     In the creative category, one of the strangest campaigns ever waged was the one by George Smathers against Claude Pepper for the U.S. Senate in Florida in 1950. In his campaign speeches, Smathers began referring to Pepper as "a known extrovert." He spat out the words with such disdain, many in his audiences as­sumed the worst of Pepper. While Pepper was trying to figure out how to respond, Smathers revealed that his opponent's sister was "a thespian." He then accused Pepper's brother of being "a practicing homo sapiens." He charged that while attending college, Pepper "matriculated on campus," and that he "engaged in celibacy" before he was married.

     Smathers won the election.

      If that was the high point of political creativity, the low had to take place in Louisiana in 1932, when Earl Long called a political enemy "A big-bellied, lily-livered liar and the crookedest man who ever lived." The reference was to his brother, Huey Long. On an­other occasion, Earl became so enraged at his brother he called him a son of a bitch before fully analyzing the implication. 

     A favorite Earl Long tactic was to follow an opponent around and inspire impromptu debate by heckling from the audience. Not only did it save money, it allowed Earl to control the agenda for dis­cussion. However, on one occasion the practice backfired. Huey, then seeking election as a U.S. senator, was telling a large crowd what he had done for the people of Louisiana when Earl's shrill 'Dice came from the crowd. 

     "I know one person you ain't done nothin' for-your brother!"

(103)

LOL, That my friend is Dayum Good readin stuff an I rest my case! 

Rat out or suck up to your coworkers all in one easy spot...

Unvarnished a Site for Rating Coworkers Sparks Controversy

LOL, This is a great idea...

By DAN FLETCHER –

(The original post in it's entirety is [here], from our friends at Time Magazine)

A new website is betting you're willing to dish about your co-worker's job performance just as you would a Netflix movie or an Amazon purchase. The site, dubbed Unvarnished, came out of private beta testing last week and aims to create an open forum to rate professionals in the workplace - for better or for worse.

It's a concept that has caused some controversy, particularly since Unvarnished allows employees to be reviewed anonymously and with no way of removing a negative review. But the co-founders, veterans of sites like LinkedIn and eBay, think there's a market for honest, unfiltered feedback about how individuals perform in their jobs and say their site will ultimately be more useful than the carefully selected job references or curated blurbs on someone's LinkedIn profile. "We're trying to take how professional reputation works in the offline world and port that online," says co-founder Peter Kazanjy. (See YouTube's 50 best viral videos.)

My post:

First of all I'd like to comment on me. I am a thoughtful and considerate coworker fully deserving of all complimentary remarks. I am a beacon of inspiration and my example as a (whaddever-you-callit) should be noticed by all. Hell, I'm so good I'm even betterin me!

Next I'd like to comment on Janet, Donna, Susan and Jane. Those woman are fine in almost every aspect. I say "almost" because they are lacking in only one area. They have failed to notice me as the remarkable and fine example of a man that I am. I do understand that this is supposed to be a professional work place but those fine ladies need to lighten it up a bit, show a little more leg and let the hair down once in a while. Jane should invest in a lower cut blouse or two, Donna should take me out to lunch and try to get a little closer to me because she aint getting any younger and I just might give up on her altogether. Janet and Susan should sit up a little straighter and point those nice firm lovelies out a little bit more, maybe get some heels and show those legs off. I for one know I would be happy to notice and a happy work environment is what we're all striving for (aint it?).

The rest of the guys should shut the hell up and get something done. I don't care that those mama's boys have feelings. I don't even like em. By the way Jeff, I'm the one that called your wife and keyed your car last New Years Eve during the party. You don't like it? Good then, go get a job at McDonalds you loser!

There now. Wasn't that nice? Don't we all feel better now? I know I do.

I hope to see everyone at Unvarnished.com, except Jeff that is.

B.T.W., Don't believe anything Jeff says about me.

For you Barb

Just to...

Dr. Seuss's Cat in a Hat

Fun song...

in English: cat, hat; in French, chat, chapeau
it really is quite obvious, don't you know?

in English: cat, hat; in French, chat, chapeau
un deux trois quatre cinq, here we go!

I repeat: cat, hat; in French, chat, chapeau
in Spanish, el gato in a sombrero

Kids
He's a cat, in a hat, he's a chat in a chapeau
he also is a gato in a sombrero
Ole! Ole! Ole Ole O!

Cat
Where were we? Oh, yes:
cat, hat; in French, chat, chapeau
in Spanish, el gato in a sombrero
and I'll tell you something more
now you listen to me good:
in German I'm a Katze und dieses ist meine Hut!
Ist das nicht eine Katze Hut?
Kids
Ja, das ist eine Katze Hut
Katze Hut, Katze Hut
Ja, das ist eine Katze Hut

Cat
Now, if you're in a receptive state -- of mind -- I'll recapitulate:
cat, hat; in French, chat, chapeau
in Spanish, el gato in a sombrero
in German I'm a Katze in a Hut, and don't you know,
I'm a guanka in a bunkaquank in Eskimo

Fish
You're a guanka in a bunkaquank in Eskimo?!?
Cat Right!
Kids
He's a guanka in a bunkaquank in Eskimo
Ist das nicht eine bunkaquank?
Ja, das ist eine bunkaquank.
Bunka Bunka Guanka Bunka
Yes indeedy that is sooooo
He's a guanka in a bunkaquank in Eskimo

Fish
Now to be certain that I have this straight,
I'll re-re-capitulate:
Cat, hat; in French, chat, chapeau
Cat Good!
Fish In Spanish you're a gato in a sombrero
Cat Ooh!
Fish
In German you're a Katze in a Hut, I also know:
You're a guanka in a bunkaquank in Eskimo.
Cat
By George, I think he's got it!
Fish
Now if you will allow me sir
but please don't think I'm pushin'
I think that I can tell you what you are
in -- in -- in Russian!
Cat What ?
Fish Shapka! Shlapa!
Cat HA!
Fish You're a shapka! In a shlapa!
Cat & Kids HEY!

Cat
I am?

Why that's splendid!

I'm………a………shapka,………in………a………shlapa,
I'm………a………shapka,………in………a………shlapa,
I'm……a……shapka………in……a……shlapa,
I'm……a……shapka………in……a……shlapa,
I'm…a…shapka……in…a…shlapa,
I'm…a…shapka……in…a…shlapa,
I'm a shapka…in a shlapa,
I'm a shapka in a shlapa,
I'mashapkainashlapa,
I'mashapkainashlapaI'mashapkainashlapa, aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!

That's enough of that...

I'm a cat in a hat.

-- Dr. Seuss (Theodor Geisel)

Screamin' Jay Hawkins with The Fuzztones

Boogie-woogie-woogie!!!

The James Gang, movie and song....

First the song... (It's a two part song, that means you gotta listen to both parts)

1)

2)



Now the film...

Aimee Mann turned 31 today.

She's still lookin fine to me though...

Some early Funk fer y'all, Curtis Mayfield - Freddies Dead.

This is an exploitational song but it's a very well done exploitational song from early summer 1972, so enjoy...

Big Daddy Roth, Rat Fink and Cult art from the 60's and 1970's.

As a boy age 9 or so you had to have the tee-shirts, the Revell models of the hot rods and a box of extra model parts. The box of parts contained alternate body parts and chrome for customization of the engines. You built your models, destroyed them, used the parts to design new ones and dwelt in a realm of car racing fantasy.

Rat Fink was one of my favorites. He was associated mostly with the fastest muscle cars and the funny cars. I mowed lawns for the comic books featuring Ed Roth, Robert Williams and several others.

What I didn't know back then was I was only a vulture of America's most independent form of art. I wish I had managed to save some of my collection from then but life is not that giving. I did however save the memories of a boy age 9 to about 12 and the influence those great days brought me.

This my friends is American art, it's what defined an era of creation and inspired young kids all over to get interested in creating something out of what was available.

Below is a quote and after that a movie. More after the movie. I hope you read some of it.

"From the award-winning director of Comic Book Confidential and Grass comes TALES OF THE RAT FINK, Ron Mann's wildly inventive bio about Renaissance man Ed Big Daddy Roth, who engineered a shift in mid-20th century culture with his customized cars, monster T-shirts and America's alternative rodent, Rat Fink."

Following is from Wiki's site [here].

Ed "Big Daddy" Roth (March 4, 1932 – April 4, 2001) was an artist and cartoonist who created the hot-rod icon Rat Fink and other extreme characters. As a custom car builder, Roth was a key figure in Southern California's "Kustom Kulture"/Hot-rod movement of the 1960s. He grew up in Bell, California, attending Bell High School, where his classes unsurprisingly included auto shop and art.

Roth is best known for his grotesque caricatures — typified by Rat Fink — depicting imaginative, out-sized monstrosities driving representations of the hot rods that he and his contemporaries built. Although Detroit native Stanley Mouse (Miller) is credited with creating the so-called "Monster Hot Rod" art form, Roth is accepted as the individual who popularized it. Roth is less well known for his innovative work in turning hot rodding from crude backyard engineering, where performance was the bottom line, into a refined art form where aesthetics were equally important, breaking new ground with fiberglass bodywork.

In the 1960s, plastic models of many of Roth's cars, as well as models of Rat Fink and other whimsical creatures created by Roth, were marketed by the Revell model company.

Numerous artists were associated with Roth, including painter Robert Williams, Rat Fink Comix artist R.K. Sloane and Steve Fiorilla, who illustrated Roth's catalogs.

Roth was active in the field of counterculture art and hot-rodding his entire adult life. At the time of his death in 2001, he was working on an innovative hot-rod project involving a compact car planned as a radical departure from the dominant "tuner" performance modification style. In his later years, Roth's telephone number was listed in the directory, and he encouraged fans to contact him: he was always generous with his time and enthusiasm.

A Roth custom feared lost for many years was the subject of a number of articles in automotive enthusiast magazines in the summer of 2008. The Orbitron, built in 1964, was discovered in Mexico in late 2007. The car, in dilapidated, inoperative condition, had been parked for quite some time in front of an adult bookstore in Ciudad Juárez. The owners of the shop were also the owners of the car. It was purchased by Michael Lightbourn, an American auto restorer who did extensive business in Mexico and who in turn repatriated the car to the United States. The Orbitron has since been restored to its original condition by present owner Beau Boeckmann.

Way too sexy not to post

Chaka Khan with Rufus - Tell me something good

This hot chick loves Ray Charles....

This was sent in to me by my crazy sister Jewels. She keeps birds too and I think she gets em drunk because when it gets late in the evening the damn things start dancing too and they never shut up

*GRIN :-) TY Jewels

Andy Kaufman: "I Trusted You" & "Jambalaya" & "???"

Lyrics:

"I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you.

I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you.

I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you.

I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you.

I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you.


I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you.I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you,
I trusted you, I trusted you,I trusted you, I trusted you..."

More Funk here... Grand Funk Railroad.

Grand Funk Railroad - T N U C Live In 1974

Walk like a man...

Rock N' Roll Soul

Best for last as almost always... "Heartbreaker"

Bloc Party "One More Chance"

Little bit o' Funk for ya'll here...

Andy Kaufman does Elvis (the Johnny Cash Show 1979)

This is a Great Performance!

From Doctor Demento Show "

Lloyd sent this to me but I remember it from the Great Dr Demento Radio Show, it's called "The Great Smokeoff".Back in the early 70's.

Thanx Bro!

The Great Smoke Off

In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well.
She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says, "Hell, I can roll ‘em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!"
So a note gets sent to San Rafael, "For the Championship of the World
The Kid demands a smoke off!" "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl,
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!"
Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops!"
So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread
"Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets– just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed!
Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo
And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.
See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together
From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked "reefer" back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries
Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds.
And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar
As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.
Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold.
Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold.
Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best.
And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West.
Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs.
And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches.
And there's Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, ‘case anybody gets the munchies.
And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearley, she just grins.
And the drums roll low and the crowd yells "GO!" and the world’s first Smoke Off begins.
Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled.
Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold.
Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose.
And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused.
Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine,
And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time."
See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright
As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone
But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on
With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips.
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Damn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!"
"Nothin’ left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves
Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach.
And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well.
She’s been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story’s widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New York City on a street that has no name.
There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll
That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There's Nothin’ Left to Roll.

More Shel Silverstein on "The Johnny Cash Show"

100% Bullshit! R277

Just laugh at it, I did...


Do aliens speak English?





This might not be bullshit, but go [here] to find all of the series.

Paul Rodgers in 69? Wow!

No comment needed!