What bands will be playing the Super bowl in 15 to 20 years?

This would be how not to do it.

The Los Angeles Dodgers really don’t want people to buy tickets.  Maybe the other way to put it is how badly do you want tickets to see the Dodgers at Chavez Ravine? 

I can’t 100% verify the veracity of this photo, photoshop and all that, but my friend buying the tickets swears it’s real.  I don’t think he has any reason to photoshop something like this and lie about it.

Awesomely old Scottish dudes playing the meanest spoons you’ll see today or maybe, ever, for that matter.

A remix of the “Bacon is good for me” kid. It’s hysterical. I love this fat little misogynistic bacon loving guy.  That is all, have a nice day.

Happy Labor Day.  We’re out for the long weekend.  Jim is going to Crater Lake and Klamath Falls in Southern, Ore. with Lady Oyster and Puppy Oyster for four days of camping/hiking/no cellphone or internet; I’ll be here bumming around L.A. and playing baseball.  I’ll leave it to you to decide who got the better end of that deal.  In fact, he’s probably already on the road, far away from the city.  Lucky basterd. 

See you Tuesday!

He can’t live with it, can’t live without it. But honestly, we all know where he’s coming from; I often hulk out like this on the weekends before I’ve had coffee.

What would we do without the unintentional reality show comedy tour?

“Outbreaks Near Me also lets users send their own reports, including photos, to the HealthMap team, which will review them for possible inclusion on its world map. The application will also send alerts about new outbreaks in the user’s area, or tell them if they’ve just entered a new place where disease activity has been reported.” 

This new iPhone app from John Brownstein of Children’s Hospital Boston and Clark Freifeld of MIT’s Media Lab is based on HealthMap, which compiles Google searches, news reports, blogs, and chats as well as old-timey, next-day “traditional” news sources, and maps data about emerging disease outbreaks.  The perfect resource for surviving the zombie apocalypse has finally been created.  Thank god.

For whatever reason, I was reminded of the joke that Will Hunting tells the shrink in Good Will Hunting. 

This really only works in the first person, but it would certainly make for a funny, self-deprecating moment.  If, say, you’re out with friends and there is an awkward silence. 

Put it in your joke bank, make it your own, etc. 

I was in the pub yesterday when I suddenly realized I desperately needed to pass gas.  The music was really, really  loud, so I timed my flatulence with the beat.

After a couple of  songs, I started to feel better.   I finished my pint and noticed that  everybody was staring at me.

Then, I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.

Contrary to the opinion of Phil Gallo of Live Daily, Van Morrison was so non-engaging that people were talking throughout the audience during the second night of his three-night LA stop.

The first set was mostly newer songs. They were great songs but no one was familiar with them. He played a few gems: “It stoned me,” “Moon dance,” the songs off Astral Weeks and closed with “Gloria.” He also played “Georgia on My mind” which was really cool.

The thing was he never said a word to the audience, not one. He didn’t plan an encore. He just walked off the stage towards the end of “Gloria” and that was it.

I kind of felt cheated. So unless you have a nostalgic desire just to cross Van off a list of must sees before they leave this Earth, a la Bobby Dylan, Paul Simon, Neil Young, et al. you can skip it. The easiest way I can describe the show was that we were there to watch him play, but he was not there to play for us.

Another one from my buddy Jason Horton.  He’s the gentleman behind Zombie Girlfriend. and Pinder and Pinder Bear Law.

I don’t think Jim’s posted this yet, but I thought it was pretty hilarious.