Tuesday Aural Tragedy

So Car i N pointed us down this path and Sean laid the last paving stone.

Yep – the wonderful world of music.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medieval_lituus

and the odd instruments thereof

MMM [Monday Musical Motivation]

It’s Monday and Obama’s on vacation so at least we have that going for us.  I’m not sure how many rounds of Golf he’s going to play but we can be sure that since it gets him out of that bazillion dollar mansion and away from his wife he’s going to play AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.  He’ll squeeze in the “Bookstore” visit and the “Ice Cream” visit and the insufferable yearly “bike trip”.   But let’s be honest – this is about his royal highness hanging out with his (male) friends “playing golf” as much as possible-NTTAWWT.

So moving-on to the first ever MONDAY MUSICAL MOTIVATION.

It was Mare’s suggestion (was she drinking?) – so blame her.

I’m going to start this slowly. Lessen the shock.   THIS is one of my favorite running songs. It’s got a strong beat (you can’t dance to it) that builds in intensity for the PERFECT running pace.   Toward the end – if you’re not flying down the road you just don’t have any soul. The heavy sound was created on this album was made by plugging the guitars into bass amps.

There. Now that we’re warmed up I can move on to something a bit peppier. Well at least the folks on the video are dancing around … we’ll go with that.

These cool dudes played around here recently but I was probably working a fake double.

Now – for a bit of cold reality.

Depressing song but the BEAT – man. I can lift to that.

This is the song I always use when I need to finish strong.

Here’s a little zumba motivation. I was working both days during the final weekend – and it was slow – so I put the games on all the teevees in the bar and got to watch a lot. The gals were fun to watch – then the guys started competing.

OMG

So I’ve got an 8.5 mile run today then I work tonight.   And the laundry room? Have you SEEN THAT? OMG.  Nothing trashes my house like me working all weekend. Ugh.   Ok. Let’s hit it folks.

Update: Extra motivation

Elf on a Shelf

Tis the season. Enjoy!

 

Karma’s A Bitch, No?

In The Spirit Of Today

Somehow, this song seems appropriate (and shut up if you don’t like this version):

I have been waiting for this moment for damn near two years. And I will not be disappointed.

I have more to add, but it shall come in the next day or so. But vote. Tell the left to get fisteryfucked so hard and wide, a goatse could come along and not scrape the sides of their collective anuses for what they have done and want to do. Then celebrate tonight, knowing that the battle renews tomorrow.

Yay. Computers Are Teh Fun.

That Fresh Minty Scent!

What??

Ohai!

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[UPDATE: Rosetta]

BBF for Friday, May 14, 2010

Multi-cultural BBF:  This is some diversity we can all get behind.  Without further ado, let’s get on with the world tour of mams:

First up is one for Rosie (may he rest in peace).  She comes to us from some tramp porn site without a name.  She’s definitely the kind of girl your mom would want to meet – in rehab.

Next up, India.  Come get your oriental spice:

And on we go….  Next stop, Hispanaville….

One more Latina for good measure:

Finally, some home-grown stock:

That’s all for this week.  Keep both hands on the keyboard, and you’ll make it home safely.

Bewbs and Guns

We like bewbs.

We like guns.

We especially like bewbs and guns.

It’s CATURDAY!!!

The weekend has finally arrived. Time to celebrate. Now, some of you may still be dragging ass from the work week (some of you, us funemployed types don’t have that problem).

Well, I’ve got just the cure for that…

Boobies & Kittehs.

It’s also anecdote Saturday. Dave got the ball rolling in the last thread.

The CFO of the first company I worked for in the early 80s, came to work one day with a cast on his foot. I saw him that afternoon and I asked him what happened, and his secretary started giggling, one of those “I can’t stop” giggles.

He said two nights ago he heard a sound dow

nstairs, and he slipped a .22 auto in his robe pocket and went down to check it out. Walking around in the dark, for some reason gun in his pocket (not observing trigger discipline), and the cat that was digging around in the trash can jumped out and knocked it over, which startled him so much that he put a round through his foot.

And that startled him so much that he did it two more times.

Now everyone in the office is howling. I said “Henry, I think I would have made some shit up”.

His nickname became “Quick Draw”.

What’s the dumbest shit you’ve ever done?

[UPDATE: Rosetta]

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