I’ll always been a mod
My father was a mod before me.
My coat’s a Crombie, my shirt a Ben Sherman,
The boots on my feet were made by a German.
Outside the window stands my broken Lambretta
I’m gonna fix her when the weather gets better.

Jock Scott

This land, blessed with clean air, water, wildlife, minerals, AND oil and gas. It’s energy! God gave us energy.

- Former Alaska Governor Sarah Palin in her resignation speech yesterday.

Every since I can remember I have swallowed and still do – if I feel I can swallow it, I’ll swallow it. I remember as a kid wanting so desperately to swallow a peach stone – I had pretty much accomplished all sizes up to the peach. There were occasions when I was on the brink of trying it, but I always pulled back. I guess it was the roughness that scared me – the size always seemed manageable. Of course I gave no thought to passing it the other end. Even to this day when I eat a peach there is a sense of failure and I always have that thought, could I?

The illustration is from a 1933 patent application by William H. Alston of San Antonio, Texas. If you know of one in existence, please drop us a line. We would be willing to drive a great distance to buy pulled-pork from this pig.

Maybe we could build one next to the Clusterflock Inn? Or just place a framed copy of the print in each bedroom?

(Also via bb-blog, in case you did not believe me about how much awesome is there)

(Via bb-blog, which right now is chock-full of other things you will love, my darlings)

A place for pictures of the “old rascal” himself, and his friends.

The vision of a lonely, myopic and mildly photo-sensitive child, memorialized.

The world’s going to hell in a Heimlich maneuver.

So sez me and so sez Cooper.

Thank you. That is all.