Who Taught You To Torture?

I'm sure by now everyone has seen The Torture Playlist over at Mother Jones, a list of songs used by the American military to "to induce sleep deprivation, prolong capture shock," and "disorient detainees during interrogations." While some of the tracks were pure genius (the theme song from Barney and the "meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow" from the Meow Mix commercial (seriously, who wouldn't go insane after listening to an hour-long loop of that?)), most of the selections are actually pretty good songs. With tracks from Prince, AC/DC, Rage Against The Machine, and Neil Diamond, I don't think their Merciless Mix wouldn't do much damage.

Torturer: So are you ready to tell us about your secret plans to overthrow the government?
Me: Bite me.
Torturer: We have ways of making you talk.
Me: Bite me.

Torturer pushes Play on the CD player and leaves the room. An hour later, he reenters.

Torturer: Are you ready to talk yet?
Me: Shh! I'm grooving to Raspberry Beret. You wouldn't happen to have the Purple Rain soundtrack lying around?

See? It would never work. If you want to torture me, here's the playlist you should use:

  • Coldplay
  • Grateful Dead
  • Jimi Hendrix
  • Phish
  • Spin Doctors
  • The Bee Gees
  • Hell, most disco
  • Jimmy Buffet
  • Fergie
  • James Taylor
  • Celine Dion
  • Huey Lewis
  • Kid Rock
  • Spin Doctors
  • Limp Bizkit
  • Creed
  • Rush
  • Michael Bolton
  • Pretty much any easy listening crap
  • Anything from the boy bands of the late 90s (Backstreets Boys, 98 Degrees, etc.)
  • Did I mention the Spin Doctors?
And that's just off the top of my head.

So what songs or musicians could be used to torture you?

Song of the day: What's Up by 4 Non Blondes

Strippers, Testicles, And Ryan Seacrest

Forgive me Google, for I have sinned. It's been five months since my last search terms post.

As always, here are some recent interesting/amusing/demented search phrases people have used to get to my site:

my testicles disappeared
Welcome to married life, buddy.

best gift for 2 year old bot
Oil change? An OS upgrade? I love typos.

how to freak out your dad
Here are three options:
1. Tell him you're pregnant.
2. Call him from jail.
3. Call him from jail and tell him you're pregnant.

did deborah harry get a swiffer?
Dude, Deborah Harry was in Blondie! She was a celebrity!

She got a Roomba.

cheryl hines topless
Tell me where!

dane cook makes me change the channel
Me too! And jam pencils in my ears.

i'll strip for you
Go ahead, baby. I'm watching.

If I strip for you will you strip for me?
Wait! I didn't realize this was going to be a reciprocal thing.

taking strippers to baseball games
This would definitely make the 7th inning stretch more interesting.

dust on my testicles
Been a long time, eh?

oobi kills barney
I wish.

if i got a warrant can i still get ssa
No.

my child's father is a moron
What a coincidence! My children's father is a moron, too.

name of the scary organ music that like everyone knows
The Wedding March?

mia hamm's drawbacks
For starters, she married Nomar.

ryan seacrest coughing feverish
Poor thing! Put him to bed. Forever.

where are the latest birthday places to go in maryland for 11th birthday parties in the early spring?
Um, could you be a tad more specific?

miley cyrus deep voice smoker
Motherbumper! You're not the only one who feels this way.

naked tyler hansbrough
Sorry, but I think the dude eats, sleeps, and bathes in his uniform.

preschool show and tell something with bones
Christ! Where do you send your kid? Manson's Happy Kid Korral?

beach boob through chair
Breastfeeding while on vacation sure is a bitch.

show me the forest sex
Jerry Maquire would've been a much better movie had this been Cuba Gooding Jr.'s catchphrase.

most shocking thing on the web
That people read Cynical Dad.

Song of the day: Peek-A-Boo by Siouxsie And The Banshees

Stuff Only I Care About LXXI

Weekly Random Thoughts On The Carolina Tar Heels

The Heels beat State and Wake this week, raising their record to 26-2. They are currently second in the ESPN/USA Today poll and third in the AP poll, with a good shot of rising to #1 next week due to Tennessee's loss on Tuesday evening.

This week, Carolina plays Boston College and Florida State, who only have nine combined ACC victories. And after that, they wrap up the regular season with a March 8th with some team from Durham.

The Second Greatest Summer Music Festival

Check out this lineup for Sasquatch 2008: The Cure, REM, The Flaming Lips, Death Cab For Cutie, Modest Mouse, Flight Of The Conchords, The Breeders, The Hives, Mike Patton, Stephen Malkmus, and many more. This sounds like it will be the best music festival of the summer!

Until the lineup for Rocklahoma 2008 is announced on Tuesday.

Sunday Morning Hangover

Here are some of the more interesting/entertaining posts I've come across this week:
Song of the day: Crash by The Primitives

H-A-R-S-H

Remember back a few months ago when I outlined the differences between my kindergarten class from '76 and my daughter's current kindergarten class?

Ok. I'm not so vain that I expect you people to remember my previous drivel. So here's the link.

Well, there's one thing I left off the list. Back when I was in kindergarten, there was no real way to measure progress because we didn't really do anything. We were just there. I think the kindergarten teacher's main objective was to get us into first grade alive.

Not anymore.

Since the beginning of January, Zoey has been taking weekly spelling tests. While the words have been relatively simple and of the two-to-three letter variety (I think this is the first week they've had to spell a five-letter word), it's still a test and she's still just a kindergartener.

Am I the only one who finds this E-X-C-E-S-S-I-V-E?

Enjoy the preschool years, kids!

Song of the day: Stay by Shakespeare's Sister

Live Blogging The Oscars

Despite the fact that I had only seen one Oscar-nominated flick this year (Juno), I decided to blog the Oscars on Sunday night. Thankfully, I wasn't alone. Motherbumper dropped by and covered the red carpet (not my bag) and helped with the ceremony, too!

MB: Yo, it's motherbumper and I'm camped in front of the boob tube with my bucket of chicken and laptop (really, what more does a girl need). I don't try to fool myself and think I could ever look like those Hollywood folk so why not enjoy myself with some grease and couch potatoing (is that a verb? if not, it really should be). Chag doesn't do red carpet stuff.. which is funny considering I usually do red carpet only. What can I say? I'm totally superficial when it comes to award shows.

Oh running out of time, - must find wet wipes to keep grease off keyboard.

MB: Okay, I'm watching some pre-stuff and apparently no one has shown up yet. I'm salivating at the thought of Paris showing up and getting thrown out of the ceremony. She apparently has been banned. Right now, it's all media interviewing media, talking all about years past, and having the Juno vs Atonement Best Picture debate.

I will not hide the fact that the only movies I've seen from this year nominee list are Eastern Promises, Ratatouille, and Surf's Up. Now that's just plain sad.

MB: ohhhhh aerial coverage on ABC is care of the Good Year Blimp. How archaically poetic in this day of technology.

MB: They are saying it's cold so let's prepare for HIGHBEAMS folks! (I never claimed to be mature).

MB: Galliano red dress worn by Heidi Klum - media jumps on fact that she isn't wearing Michael Kors. Is that considered a fashion faux pas? Her bag doesn't match the dress. That's as catty as I'll get with her. Seal looks dapper. They look like they might go for a quickie in the coat closet before the show. They're like that.

MB: Dude with mike (didn't catch name) said because of the strike there was only 10 days to write jokes for Oscars. Apparently it usually takes seven months. Yikes! that's pressure for Jon Stewart.

MB: George Clooney is there and lone behold, he's wearing a suit. It looks ironed so I'll say he put together a successful ensemble. Good lord, the people are going nuts. To me, he will always be George Burnett from the Facts of Life. Yes, I faithfully watched FoL... everyone has their vices.

MB: Tom Wilkinson looks like my Dad. He looks relaxed and seems to be giving the interviewers a look of "wow, I can't believe you are asking me these silly questions". That's my Dad (Editor note: Tom Wilkinson is not my Dad).

MB: Amy Ryan - love LOVE the colour of the dress, like the shoulder, but not sure about that belt. My goodness, those earrings are incredibly swingy. They look like they would hurt if they were say, I don't know: embedded in your back because they were hurled across the carpet from too much head shaking. Oh god, please stop shaking your head, Amy!

MB: George Clooney's date is wearing a very ummmm 80's dress. I think dress was at my prom in 1987. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

MB: That film critic Richard Roeper is covering the red carpet on ABC and he just said that Atonement didn't deserve a nomination. That's pretty funny and kinda ballsy. I didn't see that movie but mostly because it looked too boring. I've been known to be wrong about these things.

MB: Oh I wanted to see American Gangster. So many people are wearing red - it's crazy. My favorite so far is Ruby Dee (American Gangster).

MB: Who is that in the leopard print dress? I have to see it full length - that is one crazy looking dress. Is that Diablo Cody? DAMN she looks good.

MB: Amy Adams looks nice in green but my god! could that have any more seams? Daniel Day-Lewis - love the brown piping, kinda gives it a lawrence-welk appeal. Only he could carry that off. Jennifer Garner looks freakin' spectacular. I don't care if she is wearing "boring" black, she rocks.

MB: Amy Adams purse is to die for. Miley Cyrus is keeping the red theme going strong. Why is she at the Oscars? Is this to pull in the tween demographic?

MB: Laura Linney looks poured into her dress - in a good way. OMG I love that leopard print on Diablo Cody - skull and cross earrings - oh break my heart - I have a couple of new girl crushes.

MB: Sean P-Diddy Puff-Daddy Combs (SpdPdC? ) is wearing a bow-tie. Now that's what my Dad would be wearing. (Editor's Note: SpdPdC is not my Dad).

MB: Saoirse Ronan is so cute. I want to adopt her. Oh lordy, who is wearing the fish dress - or is that a mermaid? OH MY HOLY Jessica Alba is rocking her bump. Too bad about the dead bird on the neckline.

MB: I'm totally taking back the Jennifer Garner comment - I just saw it full length and it reminds me of a something that was pulled over a toilet paper roll in my childhood neighbour's black and white bordello inspired bathroom.

MB: So that Mermaid dress is on Marion Cotillard (La Vie en Rose) and it's Jean Paul Gauthier. That makes sense. But I've never really liked the idea of mermaid dresses ever since that episode of 90210 when Donna wore the mermaid costume to that frat Halloween party and almost got taken advantage of because of a wardrobe malfunction. Yup, mermaid dresses are almost always bad news.

MB: Viggo is breaking my heart. Is that his daughter? Big sigh. He looks like he just walked out of a funeral in a western but he's rockin' that lapel rose. I loved Eastern Promises but I'm a sucker for the Cronenburg/Mortenson combo. It's his niece. That makes him the coolest uncle ever.

CD: Do the ladies still get all hot and bothered for Patrick Dempsey? Or has his time past?

MB: Past. Mark my word: past. Oh god, spare me, Regis is here.

CD: I think either Regis or Ryan Seacrest has to show up for every one of these things. It's a law or something.

CD: John Travolta looks like Eddie Munster to me.

MB: New crush: Javiar Bardem. He's so Steve McQueen. I have a confession: this is the first time I've heard Miley Speak - her voice is deep. Are you sure she's 15 and not a 35 well preserved smoker?

CD: I was just telling Ella I think Miley's voice is deeper than mine.

MB: I demand proof of her age. Mickey Rooney is there? (he's still alive?)

CD: We'll find out for sure when they do their People Who Died montage.

MB: PriceWaterCooper is in the house! (sorry, I used to work for them). I'm legally obligated to do that.

CD: Thank God for teen pregnancy!

CD: Stewart's jokes would probably be much funnier if I had actually seen some of these movies.

CD: That Across The Universe costume looked like something from Yo Gabba Gabba.

CD: She's a costume designer? Couldn't she have designed a better dress for herself?

CD: Nicely done, Diet Coke! We need more zombies in commercials.

CD: Final score: Carolina 89 Wake Forest 73.

CD: The Oscars would be a lot shorter if it weren't for all these damn montages. Twenty minutes in and they've given out one award.

CD: @Darren: I have no idea what Persepolis is. But I know there's no damn way my daughter would "read" an animated movie.

CD: Was Katherine Heigl nervous or what?

CD: I'm sure the people behind the Oscars are glad the voters didn't give the award to Norbit.

CD: That song got nominated but they couldn't throw a bone to Kimya Dawson?

CD: Every time I see Amy Adams, all I can picture is her character from Drop Dead Gorgeous.

CD: @Mandy: I'm ashamed to admit this, but I actually kind of wanted to see Enchanted.

CD: Why is The Rock here?

Ella: (while looking at The Rock) He looks like he could be the Oscar.

CD: Whit is posting Oscar pics over at Famecrawler.

CD: @Cher: According to IMDB, Jeffrey Dean Morgan played the role of Denny Duquette on Grey's Anatomy (my wife thought the same thing you did).

CD: I'm rooting for Casey. I've always thought he was the more talented Affleck.

CD: And Jeffrey Dean Morgan Javier Bardem wins the Best Supporting Actor award.

CD: Pee Wee!

CD: Raise It Up didn't do it for me either, but that little girl has some pipes!

CD: Wes Anderson needs to let Owen Wilson start co-writing his screenplays again.

CD: First, a montage on periscopes and binoculars. Then a montage on startled awakenings. Now, a montage on bee stings. The hell?

MB: The strike is really showing it's impact. I'd believe this ceremony was put together by the event committee at Dunder-Mifflin. And holy stumbling announcers.

CD: Motherbumper... shhh! Jessica Alba's on!

MB: Dude, she's giving the recap of the nerdy AV awards. OK the Jack and pregnant people in attendance was the best joke so far.

CD: What? She was talking?

CD: I love the Coen brothers. I need to see this movie. Glad to see they won the Adapted screenplay Oscar.

MB: Miley Cyrus? How the heck does she get to present? What has she done of significance? And I think that's the first time she has ever said the word "culture".

CD: I don't know how they choose the presenters. I'm still aghast over The Rock.

CD: Whit was right. That's How You Know was better than the first Enchanted song. But not by much.

CD: The baby goes to... By far the funniest joke of the evening!

CD: The writers wasted Seth Rogen and Jonah Hill. Pity.

MB: I like the way Forest Whitaker says "Blanchette". Rawr.

CD: I like Laura Linney. I'd like to see her win. Or Ellen Page.

CD: Show of hands, please. Who has actually seen La Vie en Rose? That's what I thought.

MB: OMG I had that dress for dinner the other night. Served with a some dill in a cream sauce. It was delish.

CD: Even Jon Stewart is bored. He's playing Wii.

CD: @Mandy: Thanks for proving me wrong!

CD: @Darren: Me, too. I was always an arthouse regular. Not anymore.

CD: Falling Slowly was by far the best song of the night thus far. Great tune!

CD: After seeing some of the past Best Picture winners, do you think the Oscars ever wish they could have a do-over?

CD: I enjoyed the piece on Robert Boyle. I hope I look that good and can speak that well when I'm 98.

CD: Like I'm really going to live to be 98.

CD: @Whit: I would like to see them let EVERYONE talk. Unless you start thanking your mother's gardener and your old babysitter or something like that.

CD: Penelope Cruz just doesn't do it for me. Am I alone?

CD: After hearing those three Enchanted songs, I don't want to see that movie anymore. Definitely rooting for Falling Slowly.

CD: I'm glad Falling Slowly won, too.

CD: Thanks to Whit, I'm now a Penelope Cruz fan (every male should check out the link he left in the comments).

CD: It was nice that they let Marketa Irglova back on stage to say her thanks. They must be running ahead of schedule.

CD: Someone needed to write out Cameron Diaz's lines phonetically on the teleprompter.

CD: Time for the People Who Died montage!

CD: I always hate this part where some dead celebrities get more applause than others. They should mute the audience during this portion.

CD: @Bagger's carpet boy: I haven't seen Youth Without Youth. And yeah, I'm pretty disappointed with Stewart tonight.

CD: "Auto mechanic by day, hero by night" sounds like the next summer CGI blockbuster.

CD: I'd like to see Michael Moore win just so he can get up there and rant for a bit.

CD: Feel free to throw me a line in the comments, people. We've reached the dull portion of the Oscars.

CD: @Mandy: Is Shake Hands With The Devil a documentary? According to IMDB (which can be wrong), it looks like a movie based on a book.

CD: Come on, Diablo Cody!

CD: Yes! You gotta love the former stripper wins Oscar storyline. Wonder how long till Hollywood turns that into a movie?

CD: This just shows Juno won't win Best Picture. They always give the screenplay nod to the movies I like and then snub them for best pictures. See: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Almost Famous, Fargo, The Usual Suspects, Sideways, Little Miss Sunshine, etc.

CD: Will Johnny Depp ever win an Oscar? Or will he be collecting an honorary one years down the road?

CD: Yeah for the Coen brothers! I love all their movies, but just haven't gotten a chance to catch this one yet.

CD: And a Best Picture win for the Coen brothers as well! Definitely have to check this flick out soon.

So there you have it. I'm done. Going to bed.

I'd like to thank Motherbumper for helping me out on the ride. I'd like to thank everyone who came out and commented during my live blogging. I'd like to thank everyone who dropped by. I couldn't have done it without you guys! I'd like to thank my wife, Ella, for putting the kids to bed tonight so I could do this. I'd like to thank--

[cue the "get the hell off the stage" music]

Song of the day: Milkshake by Kelis

Excuses, Excuses

After Sunday night's loss to Wake Forest, Duke head coach Mike Krzyzewski had the following to say: "Nolan hyper-extended his knee at Maryland and has been dealing with that since - and unlike other schools we don't release our injuries - so I thought he played a strong game tonight."

After Wednesday night's loss to Miami, Coach K said, "We are not the same team these last two ballgames. It's almost like someone has come in and invaded their bodies."

In review: he blames the first loss on top-secret, hush-hush injuries that only he knows about and blames the second loss on someone (Aliens? The Duke football team?) invading his players' bodies. I think Coach K needs some time off.

While I don't think he'll be needing my help after the St. John's game on Saturday, I've compiled a handy list of excuses for Coach K to use the next time his team suffers a loss:

  • Al-Qaeda
  • Bigfoot
  • Lousy defense
  • Bush
  • Steroids
  • Dick Vitale
  • The housing bubble
  • Vaccinations
  • Stay-at-home dads
  • Mindy Cohn
  • Werewolves
  • Mike Krzyzewski
No thanks necessary, Coach K!

Interested?

I'm toying around with live blogging The Oscars on Sunday night. Anyone interested in coming along for the ride?

Song of the day

I'd like to thank Greg Barbera for filling in as guest DJ this week. He has done a great job and I hope you guys have enjoyed his entries as much as I have. Here is his final selection:

I have often tried to explain the pure genius that is Turbonegro and it has often fallen on deaf ears. If you believe that one of the major tenets of punk rock is to confront, deconstruct, or vilify, then Turbonegro will need no explaining. Otherwise, the best I can do is throw out "Spinal Tap meets Ramones" and let you try to understand it from there.

Song of the day: Denim Demon by Turbonegro

Three Is A Magic Number

Yesterday was Zed's third birthday. We had a great day together. He and I did the bookstore/toy store/pet store triple play yesterday morning. We had a small party for him last night and he loved all his presents (he'll be having his "official" birthday party this weekend (if I can keep the kids well; it's already been postponed once)).

It was a fun day.

It was also a sad day.

Yesterday was also the day we had to say goodbye to his services coordinator and therapists, the people who have worked so hard to help his progress. These people had been a major part of our lives over the past nine months and we're going to miss them all dearly. In fact, when my wife walked the speech therapist to the door, the two of them started crying.

Babies.

When kids turn three in our state, the school system takes over and sees to their special needs. We had Zed's IEP meeting last week. We left the meeting with Zed's IEP unsigned. We're still trying to find a happy medium between their offer of a sign language VHS tape and our counter of a therapist to live with us 24/7.

Ok. I'm exaggerating greatly on both counts here. I realize we are not entitled to the best education available, only free and appropriate education. And if I've learned anything over the past few months, you've got to push for every little service you get. There is no Special Needs Fairy that comes to your door and drops off therapists and assistive technologies.

So we're pushing.

Song of the day

It's taken four days, but today Greg finally highlights a band I've actually heard of and seen live.

When I moved from Los Angeles to Chapel Hill in 1995, I was thrust into the tail of the Great Indie Rock Explosion in town. Much like my high school years, you couldn't spit without hitting a band member in town, from Kinkos to the local video store, they were everywhere. These were the days of Superchunk, Polvo, Picasso Trigger, PIPE, Zen Frisbee and Archers of Loaf to name a few. I didn't get Polvo at first and Superchunk was fine and all but the Archers were the band I'd pick if I had to pick from the Holy Trinity at the time. I would eventually "get" Polvo by the time they released Exploded Drawing and would spend a few days on the road with the band after they invited my friends in PIPE to open some shows for them. I tagged along under the moniker of PIPE's "manager." If you lived in Chapel Hill around this time, you'll surely recognize at least a half dozen people in this vid. On a side note: emerging at the same time was a new genre called alt.country and local bands like The Backsliders and Whiskeytown were playing the clubs.

Song of the day: Harnessed In Slums by Archers Of Loaf

Stuff Only I Care About LXX

Weekly Random Thoughts On The Carolina Tar Heels

The Heels won their only game of the week, a 92-53 thrashing of Virginia Tech. The Heels jumped to third in both polls.

This week the Heels play State and Wake. And even though the two teams combined have one more conference victory than Carolina, I know every game is tough (hell, just look what Wake did to Duke on Sunday). But I really expect Carolina to win both games.

Jericho

I know everyone is busy with Lost, but is anyone besides Weirdgirl and myself watching Jericho? I have a feeling it's going to get canceled again.

Sunday Morning Hangover

Here are some of the more interesting/entertaining posts I've come across this week:

Song Of The Day

In addition to sharing a song, Greg teaches me a new piece of slang (shit ton?).

Even though I saw a shit ton of bands growing up there was still a shit ton of bands I didn’t get to see. I did get to see the Bad Brains, Void, Fugazi and Shudder To Think but I never saw Rites of Spring, Kingface or Minor Threat. I wish I saw this Happy Go Licky set which is Guy Picciotto’s post-Rites of Spring, pre-Fugazi outfit. Nuff said.

Song of the day: Suzuki by Happy Go Licky

Little Bastards

I've been wondering why the kids have been sick for so long. Zed had pneumonia and RSV, and followed that with a double ear infection. Not to be outdone, Zoey tested positive for flu on Thursday. A little too much for one family, no?

I now know what they were trying to do: they were trying to get me sick. Mission accomplished! I am now the proud owner of a cough, a fever, aches, and all that fun stuff. Kids, if I had known you wanted to make me sick, I would've faked a few sniffles last week.

This was already going to be a rough and emotional week for us. I didn't need the flu on top of everything else.

Enough self-pity! Let's hear the song of the day!

Song of the day

Greg's back again today. Hope you enjoy his selection!

As I moved away from the suburbs of DC to go to college in Baltimore and then onto Los Angeles shortly after graduation, it began to occur to me that I should consider myself lucky to have seen many of the bands from DC's legendary punk scene. At the time, I just assumed every town had a thriving local music scene. But as I traveled, I met more and more people who grew up in the absence of a music scene and only got to see pictures of their favorite bands in zines. My love for music eventually led me to writing about it and as my budding music critic career took off, so did the careers of a lot of bands I had been exposed to in my teens. I started to freelance more and more and suddenly I had my name on the promo list of records labels. In the early 90s, Touch & Go's roster kicked so major ass. One day, a Pegboy promo came in the mail. I had heard of the band and probably saw the pre-Pegboy Naked Raygun at some point, but I had never heard Pegboy. Once again, what I saw with this band was the same as I saw with G.I. and Marginal Man: a bunch of everyday Joes up onstage dishing out their emotional, melodic punk rock. I lived on a steady diet of Pegboy in the early 90s. They always – and still do – struck a chord with me.

Song of the day: Superstar by Pegboy

Justice In The Car Line

I've mentioned before that I'm not a big fan of the car line at my daughter's school. Luckily, I only have to go through this hell once a day. In the mornings, we can walk our children into school and since I'm an overbearing, overprotective father, I use this option.

But others aren't as neurotic smart as me. They choose to drop their kids off in the car line.

The drop-off area is about six cars long. However, the doors to the school are at the back of the drop-off area, so it's quite tempting for a parent to stop his car in front of the doors and drop his kids out there instead of driving to the front of the line. People do it all the time. And it pisses off the teachers who are manning the drop-off line, waving the cars on.

Last week, I watched a mom stop at the doors instead of pulling up to the front of the line. She saw the teacher frantically waving for her to pull her car forward, but the mom ignored her. Her child got out of the car as the teacher waved. Her child shut the door as the teacher continued to wave (seriously, I thought she was going to take flight). And then the mom s-l-o-w-l-y inched up to the front of the drop-off line until her car was right next to the teacher.

And then she flipped off the teacher!

YES!

I would never have the balls to do this. Sure, I flip off fellow drivers on a regular basis. But I wouldn't flip off a teacher. Even if it wasn't my child's teacher, there's a chance that Zoey or Zed might be in her class somewhere down the line. And you know all the teachers talk, anyway. There would be retribution. You don't want your kid to go through elementary school known as "The Kid Whose Mom Flipped Off Ms. Crabapple." But it would probably get you out of all PTA obligations.

So I lived vicariously through this mom. She had done what so many before her had longed to do. I was so enamored with this hardcore mom that I flagged down her car and made out with her.

Song Of The Day

Guess what, kids? This week, I decided to give you a break from the hairbands, early 80s hits, and mainstream alternative that occupy this spot every day. I asked Greg Barbera from hopeless cases to man the DJ booth this week. Don't know Greg? Let him introduce himself:

I've seen a lot of bands in my day. I've interviewed a lot of bands in my day. I have a lot of records and CDs that my wife would like me to get rid of and yet I always seem to find more records that I want. My love for music is so intertwined with my daily life it would be hard to imagine a life without it. I currently sing and play bass in a band called Chest Pains (it can be argued that I can do neither).

Greg will be here all week. So without further ado, here's his first selection:

I believe it was around 8th or 9th grade when I first got exposed to underground (ie: noncommercial) music through my bmxin' and skateboardin' friends. One of my friends lived in a neighborhood called Flower Valley and there was this guy who drove a VW Bug and wore Vans and – if I recall – had a mini-ramp in his backyard. His name was Peter Murray and he was in a band called Marginal Man. Another guy, a quirky dude with bad fashion sense, worked at the movie theater at the shopping center near my house. His name was John Stabb and he was in a band called Government Issue. Seeing these two guys around shattered that fourth wall for me and showed me that you didn't have to be or act like a rock star to be in a band. I would eventually end up seeing those two bands many times during high school and they would be the doors that opened me to punk rock and the D.I.Y. aesthetic. There was this other band from my neighborhood that the long hairs liked called The Obsessed. Their singer was named Wino and he looked like Lemmy from Motorhead. It can be argued that The Obsessed gave birth to the metal subgenre doom rock. Wino went on to play with St. Vitus, Spirit Caravan and Hidden Hand. Back in the mid 80s they were one of the few metal bands – possibly the only – that would play with bands in the punk scene. There's a great documentary floating around the internet that's worth checking out.

Song of the day: Streetside by The Obsessed

Maybe Posting Every Day Isn't Such A Good Idea

Future generations will speak of the Blizzard Of '08 in hushed tones. While some will note the sheer magnitude of the storm (almost T-H-R-E-E inches!), many will remember that the storm came unannounced, leaving us little time to prepare.

Because people weren't privy to the usual round-the-clock reporting of potential snowfall amounts by local meteorologists, many citizens found themselves without their emergency stockpiles of beer, bread, and milk. Some motorists found themselves stranded with fear on wet roadways, needing to be airlifted to safety.

But we made it. We're a little worse for wear, but we're still here.

Next Week, We're Expecting The Plague

In the past eight days, we have had the following illnesses in our house: pneumonia, RSV, the flu, and a double ear infection.

Thanks

I'd like to personally thank everyone who commented on my Valentine's Day post. You should have already received a personal reply (if you left an email address), but I just wanted to thank you guys again.

Free Music, Anyone?

For anyone that digs Butch Walker, you can download a free 24-song live set from his site. But hurry! The offer ends Wednesday. After that, you have to pay.

Song of the day: Head On by The Jesus And Mary Chain

Love Thyself

It's Valentine's Day. Flowers, candy, paper hearts, and all that crap. All hail Hallmark!

But it's also Self-Love Day!

No, not that kind of self love. Keep it in your pants and I will, too.

Anyway…

Hilly created Self-Love Day as a way for people to celebrate themselves. You're supposed to tell everyone something you love about yourself.

As someone who's much more comfortable with self loathing, this was kind of difficult for me. I love the fact that I have the greatest family in the world. I love my wife and kids. But I guess that doesn't count, right? It's got to be something I love about me.

Like a dog, I'm extremely loyal. If you're in my corner, I'll be your biggest fan and your greatest ally. I will stick up for you and stand by you and do everything in my power to help you. But screw me over once and you're dead to me. I can hold a grudge like a mutha.

I don't really think this is what Hilly was looking for.

And oh yeah -- one more thing. You (yes, you) are supposed to mention something in the comments you love about me. I know. I imagine it must be difficult pruning the list of things you love about me down to a manageable 300 words. But I have faith in you guys.

Tell me something you love about me.

Or this site.

Or just tell me to go screw myself.

Which will bring us back to the original definition of Self-Love Day.

And for those of you who just aren't feeling the love, feel free to check out my anti-love songs from last year.

Song of the day: Lollipop by Mika

Stuff Only I Care About LXIX

Weekly Random Thoughts On The Carolina Tar Heels

The Heels went 2-1 this past week, bringing their record to 22-2. They dropped to fifth in both polls.

Carolina started off the week with an eleven-point loss to Duke. They followed that with two close victories, a 103-93 2OT win over Clemson and a 75-74 victory at Virginia.

This week, the Heels play Virginia Tech and NC State. Although they should win both games, without a healthy Ty Lawson, anything is possible.

Slash Will Play With Just About Anyone

A little piece of me died when I saw this.

There's Something Going Around

In the past two weeks or so:
Others are also pregnant and others are trying. There's definitely something in the water. To protect myself, I'll be wearing a condom every time I read a mommy blog.

All kidding aside, I'd like to say a big congratulations to all of you.

Sunday Morning Hangover

Here are some of the more interesting/entertaining posts I've come across this week:
Song of the day: Justified And Ancient by KLF

Mother Teresa's Birthday Party

Zoey received an invitation to a birthday party yesterday. The child's mother had written on the invitation that instead of a gift, the child would like each partygoer to bring ten cans of food to be donated to the local Food Bank. I explained this to Zoey.

"She doesn't want presents?"

"No. She wants you to bring cans of food so she can donate them to people who don't have any food. Isn't that a nice thing to do?"

She thought about this for a moment.

"She doesn't want presents?"

"No."

"What's wrong with that girl?"

Indeed! "I don't know. She's probably just trying to get on the news or something."

Song of the day: Jesus Of Suburbia by Green Day

How Dr. Seuss Screwed Up My Life

As darkness approaches and it's time to sleep,
My small mind starts to race with thoughts that are deep.
"Why are we all here and from where did we come?
Why are some so happy while some are so glum?"

And onward I wrestle these thoughts in my head
Instead of sleeping soundly, snug in my bed.
My thoughts turn to me; I become quite critical.
"How did I end up so jaded and cynical?"

Was it my parents, my friends, or my teachers?
My colleagues, my foes, my lovers, my preachers?
I'll tell you, I'll tell you who did this to me:
'Twas that wily Dr. Seuss (as soon you will see)!

With books full of wonderment, books full of fun,
Books with the craziest things under the sun,
Books with the coolest illustrations you'll see.
Like a drug, I was hooked when I was still wee.

His tales of Loraxes, elephants, and cats
Wockets, Sneetches, and boys with too many hats
Oh, the places I went! Oh, the things I saw!
His books and his drawings filled me with great awe.

But then recently I reentered his world,
Telling his stories to my boy and my girl.
I reread those old tales and found their true meanings
I found myself in need of soul and mind cleanings.

I blame Dr. Seuss for turning out this way!
I know others will laugh, while others will say,
"The Cat In The Hat did not make you aloof!"
If you still don't believe me, here is my proof:

Title: Horton Hatches The Egg
Lesson Learned: If you're nice to people, they will take advantage of you.

Title: McElligot's Pool
Lesson Learned: Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Teach a moron to fish and he's better off eating the worm.

Title: Thidwick, The Big-Hearted Moose
Lesson Learned: See Horton Hatches The Egg. But unlike Horton, you can get those who took advantage of you killed in the end. Rock!

Title: If I Ran The Zoo
Lesson Learned: If you have big dreams, make sure you find some unlucky bastard to do all the hard work for you.

Title: Scrambled Eggs Super!
Lesson Learned: It's okay to steal the eggs of the world's rarest (and probably nearly extinct) birds to make a really big omelet. Excuse me. Scrambled Eggs Super-Dee-Dooper-Dee-Booper, Special de luxe à-la-Peter T. Hooper.

Title: On Beyond Zebra!
Lesson Learned: Illiteracy.

Title: The Cat In The Hat
Lesson Learned: It's perfectly fine to invite complete strangers into your home when no one's around. Just don't tell Mom!

Title: Happy Birthday To You!
Lesson Learned: All the birthday parties I've ever had have sucked in comparison to those thrown in Katroo.

Title: Green Eggs And Ham
Lesson Learned: If you bug someone long enough, they'll give in and do whatever you want.

Title: The Sneetches
Lesson Learned: Everyone wants to be like the popular people. If you can find a way to make this happen, you will become very rich.

Title: The Zax
Lesson Learned: Never give in!

Title: Too Many Daves
Lesson Learned: George Foreman should have read this book.

Title: What Was I Scared Of?
Lesson Learned: Don't go out after dark.

Title: I Had Trouble In Getting To Solla Sollew
Lesson Learned: You'll find troubles wherever you go, so it's best to take them out with a big-assed bat.

Title: I Can Lick 30 Tigers Today!
Lesson Learned: It's okay to talk shit as long as you don't have to back it up.

Title: The Glunk That Got Thunk
Lesson Learned: A child's imagination is a dangerous thing. Let them watch television instead.

Title: Mr. Brown Can Moo! Can You?
Lesson Learned: That Police Academy dude ain't got nothing on Mr. Brown.

Title: The Lorax
Lesson Learned: The best way to deal with environmental activists is to ignore them. Eventually they get bored protesting, pick themselves up by their asses, and float away.

Title: There's A Wocket In My Pocket!
Lesson Learned: Find a good exterminator.

Title: Hunches In Bunches
Lesson Learned: Make sure all your multiple personalities are in agreement before deciding to do anything.

Title: The Butter Battle Book
Lesson Learned: Destroy everyone who is different from you.

Title: Oh, The Places You'll Go!
Lesson Learned: False hope.

Song of the day: Institutionalized by Suicidal Tendencies

Guess The Illnesses!

I am turning 38 on Sunday. We had the grandparents lined up and were all set to go out and celebrate my birthday, our anniversary, and Valentine's Day in one big day-long blowout.

Ok. Who am I kidding? We were going out to celebrate our anniversary, Valentine's Day, and my birthday (rearranged in order of importance). But that's been put off for another week.

Zed has been sick since Wednesday (which is why I didn't blog the UNC/Duke game; apologies to those who came by looking for it). Rather than telling you what he's suffering from, I thought I'd let you guys guess based on the medications he's taking.

Yeah, this is in bad taste. Forgive me. I'm punchy. Because other than a trip to the store yesterday for medicine, juice, and some comfort food, he and I have been spending our days cooped up in the house and are more than a little stir crazy. This is all you get today.

Here's what he's been taking for the past few days:

  • Tylenol, as needed (i.e. frequently)
  • Motrin, as needed (i.e. frequently)
  • Cefdinir, once daily
  • Albuterol, 3x daily
So there you have it. Which two illnesses has he been diagnosed with?

Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Update #1: Ok. Angela chimed in first with ear infection. While he was diagnosed with this last week, it's not one of the two illnesses he's currently battling (his ears are fine now). He is just finishing out the 10-day supply of the Cefdinir.

Weirdgirl was the first to correctly name pneumonia as one of his two illnesses. So who can figure out the other one? Here's a big hint: it's something that can lead to pneumonia.

Update #2: It's not bronchitis or bronchiolitis, so you guys can stop guessing those.

Update #3: Red Pen Mama narrowly edged out Melody for the second illness: RSV.

So Weirdgirl and Red Pen Mama, if you're reading this, you win the grand prize: you get to watch our kids while Ella and I go out and celebrate on Sunday! Deal?

Song of the day: Goodbye To You by Scandal

Am I Smarter Than A Kindergartener?

No. At least not the one that resides in my home.

But you knew that already.

Today as I was loading the kids into the car for one of our thrice-daily trips to Target (not really, but sometimes it feels that way), I noticed the tree in our front yard was beginning to blossom.

"Look at that, Zoey," I said. "That tree is blooming."

"That means Spring is coming!" Zoey yelled, anxious to get her shorts and dresses out of storage.

"No, it's just been warm here the past few days. The tree thinks it's Spring."

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Trees don't have brains."

I'm just glad she doesn't use the word dumbass.

Yet.

Song of the day: Stop by Against Me!

Stuff Only I Care About LXVIII

Weekly Random Thoughts On The Carolina Tar Heels

The Heels went 2-0 this past week, bringing their record to 21-1. They are currently third in both polls.

Carolina had an easy time with Boston College and defeated them 91-69. Ty Lawson sprained his ankle early in the game against Florida State. The Heels needed an overtime session to escape with a 84-73 victory.

I really want to see Lawson in street clothes on Wednesday night. I'd much rather see losses to Duke on Wednesday and Clemson on Sunday and have a healthy Lawson come March than to risk his health just to BEAT DOOK.

Undecided?

Not sure who you're voting for? Then vote like your favorite rock star! The Guardian lists which musicians back each Presidential candidate.

Sunday Morning Hangover

Here are some of the more interesting/entertaining posts I've come across this week:
Song of the day: Paid In Full by Eric B. & Rakim

The Tantrum Heard 'Round The Neighborhood

I was working in our office/guest bedroom/storage room when I heard the blood-curdling screams coming from downstairs.

I paused.

***

My daughter is a problem solver. While she still needs our help a good portion of the time, she will tackle many challenges alone. We admire and encourage her independence.

But that's not always a good thing.

***

"I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW!" I heard through the tears.

"I LOOK LIKE A BOY!"

Reluctantly, I decided to go downstairs to see what the fuss was about. I found Ella and Zoey standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. I looked at Zoey, whose once shoulder-length bangs were now less than an inch long.

I laughed.

She cried harder.

"What happened?" I asked.

"MOMMY CUT MY HAIR!" she sobbed.

"Let's tell Daddy why I cut your hair," Ella said.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!" Zoey screamed.

I went back upstairs. About thirty minutes later, Ella walked in the room and told me what had happened.

Zoey was reading a book and her hair kept falling in her face. So she got up, got a pair of scissors from the kitchen, and cut off all the hair that was hanging over her eyes.

See? Problem solver!

GHS: 1

Song of the day: Divine Thing by The Soup Dragons

Live Blogging Super Bowl XLII

I have bronchitis. I am foul, so I don't really feel like being near anyone.

Plus, I feel like I could cough up my stomach at any moment, so I doubt people would like me around anyway.

And I can't drink.

So since I can't drink and I am staying at home, I decided to blog Super Bowl XLII live! The action, the commercials, the musical acts. Everything!

If you drop by during the next four hours, drop me a line or leave a comment! But chances are everyone else has a life, so I'll be writing for myself.

6:11 PM The Giants are taking the field. I really expect a tight game and feel the Giants have a damn good chance of winning it. Belichick better have his cameras ready!

6:12 PM The Patriots take the field to Crazy Train by Black Sabbath? They should've used I Turn My Camera On by Spoon.

6:14 PM I'll be making camera jokes all night.

6:17 PM Matt Hasselbeck's commercial about his first piece of fan mail being a request to get Brett Favre's autograph for a fan was funny. And sad.

6:18 PM Jordin Sparks isn't singing live, is she? She sounds good, nonetheless.

6:21 PM Drillbit Taylor looks fairly funny.

6:25 PM Damn! When is kickoff?

6:26 PM Giants win the coin toss. They'll get the ball first.

6:27 PM Mira Sorvino is on House? How the Mighty (Get it? Mighty Aphrodite?) have fallen.

6:34 PM All that confusion for a handoff to Jacobs?

6:35 PM The Giants are targeting Gay.

6:36 PM Ummm, Bud Light? Dairy Queen already did the fire-breathing commercial.

6:40 PM The Giants are 3 for 3 on third downs so far.

6:42 PM Make that 4 for 4.

6:45 PM 3-0, Giants.

6:47 PM Nice to see Chris Kattan is getting work, even if it is only a Pepsi ad.

6:50 PM If the Giants have any change to win this game, they need to keep Brady on his ass.

6:51 PM Damn nice run by Maroney.

6:54 PM Welker just made Dockery his bitch.

6:58 PM 10 bucks says a TD pass to Vrabel.

7:01 PM Someone should've taken my bet. Touchdown Maroney. 7-3, Patriots.

7:04 PM Don't bother hitting GoDaddy to see the Danica commercial. Not worth it.

7:10 PM That won't be the last delay of game penalty against the Giants.

7:13 PM Not Eli's fault. His receivers can't catch the damn ball.

7:14 PM Note to Budweiser: every person who ever cared about the Clydesdales is now dead. Please update your Super Bowl commercials accordingly.

7:17 PM That's one way to answer the interception: 3 and out for the Patriots.

7:21 PM A sack and a fumble (and prior to that, the interception). The Giants need to pull their heads out of their asses.

7:23 PM Belichick sporting the red hoodie today! Dressing up for the occasion!

7:24 PM The Careerbuilder.com "Follow Your Heart" commercial was very cool.

7:25 PM Can't say the same for the Life Water Thriller commercial.

7:28 PM Wow! Two sacks in a row for the Giants and the second 3 and out for the Patriots. I was really expecting a more high-scoring affair.

7:33 PM Now might be a good time to mention that seven years ago today, Ella and I got married. And I'm blogging the Super Bowl. She's a lucky gal, no?

7:38 PM The Planters unibrow chick commercial is the best ad I've seen so far today.

7:44 PM 1:35 left in the first half, 3rd and 13 for the Patriots. Things just got interesting.

7:45 PM Um, ignore that last comment. Will the Patriots try to score from here?

7:50 PM Moss records his first catch of the game. Good job getting out of bounds.

7:51 PM Brady coughs it up!

7:53 PM Cool call by Belichick to have Moss defend the Hail Mary.

7:54 PM Halftime score: Patriots 7 Giants 3.

8:04 PM At least he's starting with American Girl. Halftime is naptime!

8:08 PM I'll be 38 next Sunday and I don't want to see a halftime act old enough to be my father. I can only imagine how those younger than me must feel.

8:21 PM It has been 28 minutes since we saw any football. Start the second half already!

8:30 PM 4th and 2 from the Giants' 44? I'm surprised the Patriots didn't go for it.

8:32 PM I feel sorry for Shaq's horse.

8:35 PM After dealing with freak after freak, is Carmen Elektra really going to take some gum from one of her fans?

8:36 PM And speaking of freaks, we have our first (and hopefully last) Richard Simmons commercial of the evening!

8:37 PM Wow! Big (and correct) reversal by the refs.

8:40 PM Nice first down pick up by the Patriots!

8:42 PM Big sack by Strahan! Fourth time Brady's been sacked today.

8:43 PM The hell? Belichick doesn't think Gostkowski can kick a 48-yarder? Belichick had better hope those three points don't come back to haunt them.

8:45 PM Wall-E looks horrible, horrible, horrible.

8:50 PM Big stop by Gay!

8:51 PM Jumper looks lame.

8:51 PM Hasn't the world had enough talking babies already? I'm talking to you, E*trade.

8:55 PM Brady's hurt a lot more than they let on, isn't he?

8:56 PM Damn nice catch from Welker. 2nd and 15 from the 5 becomes 1st and 10 at the 21.

9:00 PM New England 7, New York 3. End of third quarter. Every person who took the over (53.5) is jumping off a bridge right now.

9:05 PM Stewie fighting Underdog for the Coke was pretty cool. Until Charlie Brown showed up.

9:06 PM Why will no one sit next to Peyton? That's the fourteenth shot of him in the owner's box or wherever the hell he is, and he's always been alone.

9:07 PM Big pickup by Ross!

9:09 PM They have to pick up a first here. No way the Giants can settle for a field goal at this stage.

9:11 PM Touchdown Giants! New York 10 New England 7.

9:13 PM Slight clarification just so you don't think I'm a total ass: I mentioned earlier that today is our wedding anniversary. We never celebrate it this weekend. We always do a combination anniversary/birthday/Valentine's Day celebration somewhere near my birthday.

9:15 PM You Don't Mess With The Zohan? I didn't know Adam Sandler still has fans.

9:17 PM After that 17-yard pass to Moss from the 11, I have no doubt that the Patriots will answer with this drive.

9:19 PM Maybe not.

9:25 PM Nice stop of Toomer by Harrison.

9:26 PM Will Ferrell can do no wrong in my eyes. "Bud Light: Suck One."

9:31 PM Brady is moving the ball at will. 37 yards in 2:30.

9:32 PM Make that 50 yards. Welker will be the MVP if the Patriots win.

9:33 PM I can't believe I wrote if the Patriots win.

9:34 PM New England needs to think about taking some time off the clock.

9:40 PM Touchdown Moss! New England 14 New York 10. 2:42 remaining.

9:44 PM New York needs to move the ball 72 yards in 1:59.

9:46 PM Troy Aikman's an idiot. There's no way the Giants punt here.

9:47 PM Ok. The Giants have taken 31 seconds to pick up 10 yards.

9:50 PM That was almost the ball game.

9:51 PM HOLY HELL!!! How did Manning not get sacked? How did Tyree catch that ball?

9:53 PM 51 seconds remaining. No timeouts. 25 yards to pay dirt.

9:55 PM Steve Smith picks up the first!

9:56 PM TOUCHDOWN NEW YORK!!! BURRESS!!!

9:57 PM 17-14 Giants. 35 seconds remain. Patriots still have three timeouts.

10:00 PM Fifth sack of Brady!

10:01 PM Ten seconds remain. 4th and 20 from their own 16 for New England.

10:03 PM Ball game!

10:04 PM Don Shula's popping that cork.

10:05 PM Belichick wasn't on the field for the last, albeit meaningless play of the game? Classy.

10:06 PM Final score: New York Giants 17 New England Patriots 14.

***

I'd like to thank everyone who dropped by, chatted with me, emailed me, and commented during my Super Bowl blogging. It was a hell of a game!

Who's up for the UNC/Duke game on Wednesday night?

And finally, this one's for the Giants fans:

Song of the day: Eli's Coming by Three Dog Night

Youthful Idiocy: The Middle School Music Store

Of all the money-making schemes of my youth, this was easily the most profitable and the most fun.

In the early 80s, video games were all the rage. Malls had huge arcades and games could be found inside convenience stores and restaurants. But for us, the record store in our tiny downtown was our personal arcade. It housed eight different video games.

My friends and I would ride our bikes downtown at least twice a week to play the games. Eventually, we became quite good at some of the games. I became a master at the cutesy games like Ms. Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, and Donkey Kong Jr. My best friend gravitated towards the space shoot-em-ups like Galaga and Zaxxon. And then there were the games we were both good at, like Centipede. We would've kicked major ass on Starcade.

The record store was making good money through their video games. There was often a wait to play your favorite game. And then the store found a way to make even more money: they decided to give away a cassette tape to the owner of the high score of each game every week.

Like I said, my friend and I were quite good. So it would be nothing for us to hold the high scores on six of the eight games on any given week. We were trading our quarters in for every single band we saw on MTV. We were ear-deep in music and loved it.

But eventually, we realized we could make money at this.

The high scorers were awarded their cassettes on Saturday mornings. So every Friday afternoon, my friend and I would ride our bikes to the record store, see the scores that were in contention, and try to beat them. We limited ourselves to a buck a game. Most of the time we could set the high score with just a quarter, but once we hit the $1.00 mark and had not set a high score, we moved onto the next game.

On Saturday mornings, we would ride back to the store and collect our winnings. On Monday morning, we would sell the tapes to our classmates for $4.00 each. It was cheap enough that our classmates were getting a hell of a deal, but it was rich enough that we were making decent money. I remember one week where we set the high score on six machines by just spending $2.50. We turned a $21.50 profit that week.

Our business eventually became backlogged. Kids would place their orders with us and due to the number of kids already on the waiting list, it would take three weeks for them to receive their Cyndi Lauper tape.

But like all good things, this eventually came to an end. We never got busted at school, but the record store banned us from the competition. We bitched, moaned, and complained, and told them it wasn't fair to ban us just because we won on a consistent basis. But we were thirteen-year-old kids. And thirteen-year-olds don't have a lot of say when it comes to how businesses run their promotions.

To this day, I believe I could've put myself through