Five Before Chaos

My gawd, we had a fun time coming up with this. Have a listen, and hope to see you there this Friday.

 Flight Night 2 Promo Spot: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

My house is on a pretty big hill, and the elevation where I’m at is about 1400′ above sea level. There’s some pretty strong winds up here from time to time, with the worst being a few years ago when my tarp garage uprooted and blew into the side of my house, and then my brother and I spent some rather difficult time trying to drag it into the woods and wedge it in between some trees so it would stop moving.

Anyways, I heat with wood, and whenever we have one of those big windstorms, sometimes I hear the crack of a tree that just couldn’t cut it. When I go out and investigate, 99% of the time, it’s a balsam or some other kind of softwood that I wouldn’t burn. I’m always hoping some massive maple or other hardwood will come down, but it’s very rare. So today, as the winds were quite incredible, I heard a loud crack out back and then suddenly a bunch of green leaves were blowing around. I went and looked, and two maples bought the farm, nowhere near the house and in a location that was very easy to get to.  I’ll get a good amount of wood out of it. Thanks, forest.

…that the Christian whackjobs think about gay sex more than gay people do. From, of all places, Sarah Palin’s hometown, the deeply insightful article, “Will the Antichrist be a homosexual?”

But consider this: The time is ripe for such a leader. Indeed, it should not be surprising that the one who is against everything Biblical and Christian should be a partaker of so great a sin; there is no greater way to reject the Creator than to reject your gender and his design for it. And at what other time have we seen such perversion come out of the closets onto our streets, threatening violence if we do not accept their ways?

Tame stuff, compared to the comments section. Early on it’s pretty nasty, but then the rebuttals are fantastic.

Among other things, Governor Douglas held the door open for me at the convenience store, today. But I didn’t throw a pie at him.

…on the inside of a lid of yeast spread:

Claire Allen, 36, said she was the first to notice the image on the underside of the lid as she was putting the yeast spread on her son’s toast.

Her husband Gareth, 37, said he could not believe his eyes when he saw it.

Mr Allen, of Ystrad, Rhondda, said: “The kids are still eating it, but we kept the lid.”

The money quote, which is an understatement, to say the least:

“People might think I’m nuts, but I like to think it’s Jesus looking out for us.”

Nuts, in particular, cashews and pistachios, are smarter than this woman.

(big h/t to Unreasonable Faith, who has an excellent article right now about a bogus claim of proof that the transubstantiation is real)

…the continuing plunge into the further depths of insanity by the GOP, that is… it’s kinda like herpes. The current SCOTUS nomination sure is entertaining to watch, as they try to throw copious amounts of shit to the wall, only to come back and cover themselves with it.

There’s crazy Tom Tancredo with his “KKK without the hoods” comment. There’s all the other racist stuff, including the surrealistic one by some think-tank hack who’s furious at the notion that we have to pronounce Judge Sotomayor’s last name with the proper dialect (probably because Joe the Plumber can’t do it correctly, and as you know, that is where the GOP sets the bar for expectations of mental agility). And I’m loving the “bad temperament” arguments ones out there…it must be killing them not to just have at it and call her a menopausal bitch or something like that. And of course, as we well know, Justics Scalia is the model judge for good temperament and comity from the bench, right?

And of course, there’s always a circular firing squad going on. It’s a pity they’re not using real guns with bullets.

Sitting here in rainy JFK waiting for my B-Town flight, exhausted. Expect your normal FBC blogging to resume after some recovery time.

Very short anti-reefer western from 1929. Enjoy.

I’m consistently ignoring the paper I’m supposed to write for school this week. So, my week has basically consisted of riding some 10-15 mile bike ride in the AM, eating in some Mexican joint where I’m the only white guy in the place (but they can’t tell, as we talk in Spanish- and jeezus, you know how I look), come home, have a lot of these:

And yes, it’s pisswater, but I prefer Mexican pisswater to the American pisswater (what the hell is up with swill like PBR being “trendy” all of a sudden? What’s wrong with Genesee? or Modelo Especial, for that matter? Plus it looks like the can hasn’t changed in 40 years— are you listening, Three Penny?). Then veg out by the pool/hot tub for a few hours, then eat something awesome that my mom makes.

Saw this little guy on the way to the pool today:

I’ve also spent some time in that nature preserve, trying to find those damn wild pigs again. I took my mom there today;  she’s lived in this particular area for 10 years and didn’t even know about it:

My head truly would explode if I had to live here… between the rampant, unchecked development and the fundie douchebags, I’d be on an almost constant war footing. I’d probably end up being an honorary Mexican. I was in a Mexican butcher shop today, salivating over some humongous tray of slabs of fried pork skin (which I didn’t partake in). I bought some spices I can’t find in VT and some Loganiza sausage. And did it all in Spanish, no small accomplishment. I want to bring a few Mexicans back to VT just to make it more interesting. Hippies bore me now.

Well, looking back at yesterday’s post, I was a rather cranky bastard, eh? Dick Cheney and strong cocktail blogging doesn’t mix.

I was looking at what musical happenings are going on this weekend in SW Florida. My top two choices (and I swear I’m not making this up) are Vanilla Ice or Lita Ford. Shoot me. I’ll never bitch about the somewhat limited VT scene again, I swear.

Yeah, I will. It’s in my nature.