Drudge makes millions per year for that kind of thing. A picture of a cute actress, juxtaposed with a picture of a furry flying mammal, and a link to a limey tabloid.

I kneel. Who would have ever thought?

Waylon and Travis:

Travis, doing what is a Waylon song:

Fuck, I’m wandering off into mainstream. I’d stick up an Old 97s song here, but everything on the video interweb things sucks, so imagine you’re listening to good old Ken Bethea rip the stuffing out of 504 live, which, I can assure you, was quite wonderful.

So I had a few nips and I got an a George Jones kick:

Simply perfect for me…

Kinda not too far from the mark either…

George and Emmy Lou…fooking priceless, man, priceless.

Damn it all to hell…where did all these guys go?

People ask me, when I get all wound up and start pontificating about music, just what the hell I mean. Here’s a significant part of it, right there on the internets. That’s classic stuff, right there, kids, and it ain’t even scratched the surface, but if you can learn to love the sounds of George Jones, you’re alright in my books. Ain’t nothing changed.

Gary Stewart’s my other boozing favorite…just watch that pedal steel dude’s hands at the beginning, and then listen to just the steel all the way through, if you can find it in you to ignore the world’s most heartbroken man ever. Damn, that’s awesome boozing music. You don’t need no videos, just that voice and that band. Makes me love itunes even more, cuz I can get it all right here in my shirt pocket, heh heh.

Silda Spitzer, Profile of an Accomplished Woman - washingtonpost.com

Like I told some random drunk, you had to know these glowing profiles were on the way. The funny part is that she was one of the advisers advising Whoredog to not cut a deal and resign. Which he promptly did anyway. Me, I think she’s angling for a run at something a year or a few out. It would be a perfect resume for an Obamarica.

Becuase, this is a classic TFG evening. I worked like a dog, from say, 7ish am, till 4ish pm, then I went to have a beer, got involved with a ridiculous literary discussion with a guy, got involved with a political discussion with a guy and a gal, wrote down three hundred to-dos on a bar napkin which now rests before me, and I’ve got a poker tournament to play in, as well as all the damn blogs I like to read, that is to say, I enjoy reading, and I’ve had nothing but sweet booze down my spout since 1ish, and I’m not terribly hungry, but I know I will be around midnight. Plus, two tons of movies sitting in the queue that I could be relaxing over, instead of sitting here typing this and folding. And I really need to go see this guy in the morning to get a low-down on a situation that I might be able to profit from.

I know my father and grandfather didn’t deal with this kind of thing. Why must I? I’m far less equipped to do so than either one of those guys were.

Ach…shoulder to the wheel and nose to the grindstone.

The Great American Blog » Blog Archive » Solving problems with technology rather than law

This is an example of solving a problem through technology rather than by regulation and law, and that’s what we do in networking.

Until you run smack into a guild that’s been protecting it’s own for decades. How information technology avoided it for lo, these many years, I’m quite unsure. I know I thought we could always outrun the collectivists intellectually, and honestly, we have, but check what you’re paying for your iPhone’s data access to a third-world wireless network and how bloody happy you are since it’s blessed by Jobs. Check the a-holes Richard is sparring with.

I predict we, the people, will find the equivalent of the college football coach who first used the forward pass, and the rules won’t catch up until we’re dead. I fear that we won’t bother, though, since so many think this great networked stuff is a birthright, and President Changie McHope will deem it so, and then we’re all doomed.