You need to see this, if you haven’t already. It’s a mix of the Pietasters and Pat Robertson. The guy on the far right behind the piano is absolutely amazing. The video was shot in the early 80s, and here is an interview with the lead singer today. Alright, I have to head out to handle a “situation”. I’ll let you know how it goes once it is resolved.

Thought some of you might find this amusing: that the guy who gave us hotchickswithdouchebags.com is getting sued by a douchebag who says that he has suffered humiliation due to being called a douchebag. Also, thought I’d point you in the direction of the short piece I did on Drexel students embarrassing themselves on ESPN today and my thoughts on the Roots becoming the Jimmy Fallon house band.

RELATED: Hot Chicks with douchebags.

With today being Tonya Hardings 38th birthday (Happy Birthday T-Money!), I decided I would check out her personal website, and on it I found perhaps the most amazing thing I have ever seen. There was a section called “Fantasy” which I clicked on out of curiosity. It was even more amazing than it sounded. Apparently, Tonya had some sort of contest in 2000 to see who could come up with the best fictional sex story using her as a main character. I am not kidding. Now usually, if you are a semi famous figure and some stranger sends you a fantasy story in which they fantasize about having violent sex with you, you probably call the police, right? Not our Tonya! She declared that the psycho who wrote that story the winner of her contest. She is such a rebel! There were others that were equally unbelievable. This next piece (From Fankie) comes from a story about a guy who robbed a bank and took Tonya as a hostage: We jumped in, Tonya driving and together we tore through town, passed Carl’s Gas Station, then down a long country road with tons of money, Tonya’s t*ts bouncing‚ and the sound of a siren wailing somewhere in the distance. We took a corner hard and a hubcap spun loose, disappeared off into a ditch on my right. I’d had a lot of breaks in my life, none good. And now I had resorted to bank robbery. What a life. Maybe not perfect but then again‚ Tonya had joined me, good or bad. Perhaps my luck would change. Oh yeah, Fankie. Your luck was about to change, alright. Here’s another one, from Sam:

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A good day to remember the power of dreams, and take inspiration from people who defy all odds to achieve theirs, no matter how improbable. God Bless America.

Apparently my choice of Buddy Holly was a little too somber, so I’ve “jazzed it up” a little. Hopefully this will satisfy the critics. This song usually does.

Yeah, I know I’ve been a total slacker, waiting almost a week to get this thing done. Oh well. Made a short little music video about the sights and sounds I saw on Broad Street last Wednesday. Hope ya like it.

Just got some devastating news. I assumed that Punkin’ Chunkin’ was going to be next weekend. It is usually, after all, held the first weekend after Halloween. But apparently it is held on the weekend of Halloween if Halloween falls on a Friday, as I just found out that it took place this past weekend. Damnit, damnit, damnit to hell. I was in the midst of making my upcoming weekend plans around it. This really blows.

Only four quizzes this week, thanks to that damn baseball team and their “Earthwide Competition”. Another blowout at the Good Dog, but classics at both the Bards and the Vous. Gotta give the Bards game of the week status, though. Sexually Attracted to Fire eeked out a 111-109 win over the Sofa Kingdom, as the Kingdom got the first 38 questions correct, but missed the last two to allow the Fire to cool them off. There were also a couple of Kingdom members on the Western Omelette team that fell to pieces late at the Vous on Wednesday, missing three of the final four questions to fall to Duane’s World 101-97. The choke was on the Kingdom this week.

Had a great weekend down in VA, and am on my way back up now (in Salisbury.) I’ll be posting the “Phillies Before and After Round” this afternoon. In the meantime, I was watching Antiques Road Show last night and the name Stanford White came up. I remembered about his Velvet swing and his murder and all that, so I started looking up stuff on my phone (internet service down at the farm is spotty at best). Anyways, thought I’d share, since it is some really cool stuff. The short story: world famous architect Stanford White was known for enjoying the company of teenage girls. One of them was Evelyn Nesbit (left). When her husband found out that White had taken her virginity when she was 16, he decided to kill Stanford White. He did so during a show at the Madison Square Garden. News of White’s kinkiness came out at the trial (he had a large velvet swing at his house that he liked to push naked teenage girls on) and it became a national sensation, the first “Trial of the Century”. Here’s some good reading for a slow Tuesday as we wait for the World Series to start already:

• Evelyn Nesbit’s wiki page.
• The building that played host to some of White’s kinky antics was torn down just last year.
• Here’s some more info on the murders at PBS.com.

I opened my basement door Monday night to grab the trash and suddenly saw a cat take off running down the stairs into the basement. I was fighting a bad cold, so I poked my head down there and looked around, but didn’t stay long. Left the cat some food and water, and figured it would be easier to find with some help from daylight. Went downstairs yesterday during the day, and still no cat. After giving up, left more food and water. This time, the cat hasn’t really eaten any of it. I went back down today, and really gave the place a good solid once over. Took Malia with me, to see if she could hunt the cat down. Still no cat, but I did find a mysterious hole in the back wall that is covered up by a piece of plywood. I pulled the plywood back a ways and saw that there were old birthday cards in there. My curiosity is killing me, but so is my cough, so I can’t really do any high intensity exploring yet in the superdusty basement. But once I get all the way over this cough, I will pull back the plywood and let you know what I find there. It will be a lot like when Geraldo opened Capone’s safe. In the meantime, I’m hoping that the cat somehow got back out the way he got in (through a cracked window), because I don’t know what else to do. Perhaps we should form a cat-search team and meet down there after the Phils game tonight.