Monthly Archive for May, 2009

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Kentucky Pregnant Paintballer Bachlorette Party


Paintballers are pretty nuts. But very dedicated. Paintballers invest heavily in specialty guns, paintballs, and protection. Stands to reason that this ultra-luxe paintball range on the other side of the state would want a bunch of young women running around giggling and shooting each other.

Offering a free round of paintball for future brides when accompanied by a dozen friends will no doubt be a smash.

Call us to talk about planning your Ceremony here too!

Nothing says “I DO” like a machinegun on full auto. Rent our 11,000 sqft Party on the Green with a kicking sound system. Set your band upstairs your Dance floor downstairs for an edgy wedding you’ll never forget.

Always use protection when balling.

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Inspired by Mozart, Now Working on My Julia Dales Beatboxing


I have a long way to go before I can match 17 year old Julia Dales with her beatboxing unplugged.

If you have kids, you remember all the “sing along” noises they made in the backseat before iPods and everybody had to listen to the radio or CD player in the car?

Julia Dales is a throwback to those wonderful days of yesteryear.

I’m pretty good with making simultaneous noises from different orifices, but Julia Dales needs to be the World Beat Box Champion. Forever, retire the trophy.

This cute little girl is sitting in the backseat, probably in the school parking lot, and she just seems to riff this amazing beat box rhythm.

I want to be the 70 year old version of Julia Dales – at least when it comes to beatboxing. I’m starting practice this weekend.

Mozart’s K447 Horn Concerto and Weird Beers

Janna was driving while singing 2nd movement of Mozart’s K447 Horn Concerto.
Now that in and of  itself isn’t hilariously funny except, that piece of music has no words, and I know where Janna lives and she could drive all the way across town in the time it takes to sing along with that movement.

I guess you had to be there.

After a afternoon of flogging a ball around the golf pasture, we went to Smokey Bones for grub. As usual with Varley and Chickie, the talk turned to vodka and beer and wine.

Varley told me about Blue Moon beer since he thinks its odd I drink Miller Chill. I think he’s trying to wean me off the sissy beer and on to something more manly.

Which lead me to these seriously weird beer names.

- Fiddler’s Elbow – is a wheat beer from the UK named for a tiny village in Wales.

- Old Speckled Hen -  story has it that the men who once built MG cars used one particular vehicle to drive around the factory and called this particular model the ‘owld speckled ‘un’. On the famous car’s fiftieth anniversary, the brewery decided to commemorate the occasion with a beer called Old Speckled Hen.


- Seriously Bad Elf
– another British Beer.

- Moose Drool – from Montana was inspired by a picture of a moose drinking from a lake.

- Santa’s Butt Porter – a large barrel is known as a butt, the place where it is filled is the bung hole and therefore we all have been endowed by our creator with a bung hole in our big barrels.

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Why I Dislike Jeff Jarvis Sooooo Much.

I regret linking to Jeff Jarvis at BuzzMachine.com in my post about crowdsourcing and how it doesn’t have a future.

Jeff Jarvis got his big start by jumping on a bandwagon complaining about Dell Computer service.  This gave him a soapbox and a lot of blog traffic that he enjoyed until it faded.

Then Jarvis, who worked for  newspapers, decided to bite the hand that fed him.

If Jeff Jarvis didn’t start the “print is dead” movement, he was early to jump on that bandwagon too.

From his site…

I have worked for many a media company — Advance, Time Warner, Hearst, Tribune, Maxwell, News Corp., Knight Ridder — and know people and have friends in most of them. I have been turned down for jobs or contributor gigs, over the years (these are from the early years) at The NY Times, the NY Daily News, Paramount, and CBS. I turned down jobs elsewhere.

It’s that last sentence that sums up my dislike for him and the way he conducts his blog.

I don’t care that he chose to bite the hand that fed him. I just hate the way he goes about it, and resent the giant bullhorn that has replaced his modest soapbox.

He is now considered an expert on why print is dead.

Jeff Jarvis has the attitude that he knows it all and is intolerant of others. He turned down jobs elsewhere. BFD. What’s the purpose to make that declaration except “I am Jeff Jarvis, hear me roar.”

I can be snarky, but I’m not writing about anything serious here. Jarvis does. But he blows off commenters with such snideness and disrespect that it made my blood boil. I tried to read him because I thought it would be good to hear a different perspective, but after a couple of years, I quit. Life is too short. He is a bitter man ranting so the world will pay attention.

He is the Bill O’Reilly of blogging about print.

I blocked his computer IP and spammed his last comment. That would be it I told myself, until I read this from Morley Safer, which makes my point about crowdsourcing.

“The blogosphere is no alternative, crammed as it is with ravings and manipulations of every nut with a keyboard,” he is quoted in a Qunnipiac press release as saying yesterday. “Good journalism is structured and structure means responsibility…I would trust citizen journalism as much as I would trust citizen surgery.”

I wish I would have said that. So I’ll publish it again with emphasis:

“Good journalism is structured and structure means responsibility…I would trust citizen journalism as much as I would trust citizen surgery.”

Jeff Jarvis will probably return, but his comment won’t see the light of day here.

One bitter old man on this blog is enough.

This Made Me Chuckle: Snorkler In Fishbowl


That’s it.

Just a fishbowl on a guy’s head with water, the goggles, the snorkle.

I want to do this.

Except for the jerks that would dump their beer inside.

No, wait, then it would look like I was in a fish bowl of urine.

Kewl.
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