Jan 182016
 

It’s cold out there – really cold.  Still, some dream of a summer-y ride about with the top down and nothing between them and being crushed but a roll bar of dubious efficacy.  Yup, some dream of tooling around in their jeeps!  And of course some dream of doing so in a vain fashion.  Let’s take a look:

 

No, not this little guy (?).

No, not this little guy (?).

 

BABY JP

They start ’em young, I see.

 

You be illin'.

You be illin’.

 

 

B0n Jov1

You can take the girl outta Jersey…

 

I mock, but dreaming of cruising around with the top down helps a lot on a day like today.  Stay warm everybody!

Jan 072016
 

It’s still more than a month until Valentine’s Day, but love, like vanity, is a 24-7, 365 kinda thing.  Besides, I have a feeling we won’t be feeling very loving after Iowa and New Hampshire this year.  So, let’s get a jump in things, yes?

At first I thought this plate was referring to someone who enjoyed acting out the part of a poorly made-up lizard man nemesis of James T. Kirk.  Then I realized it was a declaration of someone's love of running.  That is much, much better.

At first I thought this plate was referring to someone who enjoyed acting out the part of a poorly made-up lizard man nemesis of James T. Kirk. Then I realized it was a declaration of someone’s love of running. That is much, much better.

 

LUV INK

Which kind? India stains badly if one is not careful, but it does have a certain…Victorian charm I suppose. Ball-point ink is an underappreciated artistic medium. And tattoos are, well, ubiquitous. But, considering I love the Beatles, I can’t get too self-righteous about folks loving things that are everywhere these days.

 

The Mountain?  Really?!?  The Hound, I could see, but the Mountain was a right proper bastard from the get-go.  Poor form, sir/madam, poor form.

The Mountain? Really?!? The Hound, I could see, but the Mountain was a right proper bastard from the get-go. Poor form, sir/madam, poor form.

 

 

I guess love, and vanity, really is all you need.

 

Dec 232015
 

Happy Festivus!  And by happy, I mean, it’s time for the Airing of Grievances.  My biggest problem with you people is your vanity.  To wit:

 

HLOKTY

Special New Jersey guest plate: Ah yes, how charming. You idolize a weird Japanese not-quite-cat-but-in-fact-creepy-human. Typical Jersey.

 

 

 

BOUBOU

Yes, I’m sure it hurts. And yes, the holidays are a busy time of year. Still, that doesn’t excuse you from bad spelling. Get it together, m’kay?

 

TWIRLON

We all shine, er, twirl on.  Well, except for you, Yoko.  You are thrice-damned.

 

I’ve got a lot of problems with you people!

Dec 032015
 

Happy [Winter Solstice Celebration of Choice Here].  Or however you spell celebrations that are aimed at distracting us from just how truly awful winter and its short, dreary days really is.  Making fun of things can help with that, too.  So can music.  And when we can combine music and mockery, well, ain’t that just solid gold my babies?  Let’s take a look:

1 ELVIS

Yup, there’s only one Elvis.  And he’s dead.  You do know that, right? Right?!?  Actually, don’t answer that.  It’s better for all us that way.

 

MS-JAKSON

I wasn’t being nasty, Ms. Jackson, I am for real!!!

 

PARIT HD

This is shorthand for “Parrot Head” which is itself shorthand for “I am a functional alcoholic.”

 

 

Hey, speaking of music and dysfunction, here’s the best Christmas carol ever:

Jun 252015
 

 

Hello good people!  I’ve been away for these past few days, but not by choice.  Nope.  Instead, I was forced away by a nasty web-hosting site crash.  It wasn’t pretty, but it did teach me a vitally important lesson – BACK UP YOUR SITE.  Yup.  Lesson learned.  (Cure the “The More You Know” logo.)  Rather than celebrate by trying harder to learn more about site backup best practices, I thought I’d just take the vapid route instead.  And what’s more vapid than another feature on the Harrisburg area’s ongoing vanity plate issue?:

26-2GRMA

No mockery here. This is just awesome. I hope I’m like you as I get older. I hope you and I wind up like this lady, ‘cuz Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.

 

*sigh* OK, dummy, I'm gonna explain this to you very, very simply:  Ohio State does not care about nor consider Penn State to be a rival.  They don't care.  You are just another team that they play.  You aren't Michigan, and you certainly aren't any sort of potential SEC or PAC-10 college playoff rival.  In short, you are an afterthought at best.  You don't even qualify as comic relief.  Verstehen Sie?

*sigh* OK, dummy, I’m gonna explain this to you very, very simply: Ohio State does not care about nor consider Penn State to be a rival. They don’t care. You are just another team that they play. You aren’t Michigan, and you certainly aren’t any sort of potential SEC or PAC-10 college playoff rival. In short, you are an afterthought at best. You don’t even qualify as comic relief. Verstehen Sie?

 

ORIENT

…Express? Are you telling us to position ourselves relative to something and/or towards a certain direction? Are you trying to say that you claim an interest in all things East Asian? Or are you claiming some sort of heritage from that part of the world? So many questions come from this plate. Well done.

 

So, I’ve learned my lesson.  It took the short, sharp shock of getting my site jammed up in a crash to do it, but I’ve become a little wiser for it.  Plus, it reminds me that one should always pay great heed to the New Pornogrpahers.  After all, they did warn us about this sort of thing a few years ago:

Feb 022015
 

Sometimes, you give someone more respect than they deserve, and then you feel let down when they show their true colors.  And while the following song doesn’t fit my current situation perfectly, it’s awfully close.  The key difference is that I did have some illusions about someone.  But, one lives and learns, I suppose.  Take it away Ani:

Jan 302015
 

Get back and here the Fab Four discuss where they should play their last hurrah:

 

 

 

Oct 282014
 

Everyone’s favorite Pittsburgh band, The Clarks, performing Penny On The Floor at the Abbey Bar earlier this month:

Jul 212014
 

I recorded a few minutes here and there from Matthew Sweet’s show last night at the Abbey Bar here in Harrisburg.  I did my best but one can only do so much with a camera phone, and the skill of its operator (*ahem*) didn’t help much either.  Still, I enjoyed the show and wanted to share it.  Mr. Sweet still has his voice and his backing band was pretty solid, so they sounded good.  More importantly, I got the feeling he was someone who seems to enjoy himself when he plays, and that kind of enthusiasm on the part of an artist makes a big difference.  Oh, and he didn’t seem to be half in the bag, which is more than I can say for some live acts I’ve seen lately.

Divine Intervention sticks out in my mind as one of those songs that bubbled up during the fall of ’91, right when everything changed musically.  Plus, I just turned 21.  Ah, youth!

Sick of Myself is another well know number, and deservedly so.  Again, he seemed to be enjoying himself, which never a bad thing for someone on stage.

And of course, “Girlfriend” which is the one song we all came for, of course.

Jun 252014
 

So, here are a few video clips of Lucinda Williams playing at the Three Rivers Arts Fest that I took using my phone.  Again, like my picture, they’re very basic, but I hope they can give yinz an adequate idea of what the show was like.

I admit that I don’t know a lot her songs, but this one I do know.  I thought she did a pretty nice job with it.  If only her whole set had been as solid.

Sadly, “Drunken Angel” seemed to be more typical of her performance.  She seemed to be straining to get to some of the higher notes.  At 61, I’m afraid that’s she lost some of her vocal range.  It’s sad but it happens.  That, and she also sounded warbly, as in, a smidge tipsy.  But that’s just a hunch.

 These girls are:

  1. Dancing ironically to Lucinda Williams
  2. Really, really into her.
  3. Drunk.
  4. 1&3
  5. 2&3

I’m not 100% sure, but I’d wager that the answer involves alcohol.  Call it a hunch.

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