Zak Starkey's Who Cymbals

Here's a picture of his custom Zildjians still in the factory.

Highway Patrol

Anybody ever see Highway Patrol as a kid or even in reruns? I never did. It was really low budget, poorly written, and really over acted. I want to punch Broderick Crawford every time he opens his mouth—that horrible accent and tough guy attitude make me sick. At the end of every episode, he tells the viewer to tune in next week and to stay safe on the highway in some creative and corny manner, like the example below. The show was a Ziv Production, the same company that made Sea Hunt, which was also low budget, poorly written, and over acted by Lloyd Bridges (who also had an annoying tough guy mannerism of going "huh" at the end of every sentence). But yeah, I still can't help but watch these shows. They're perfect mindless entertainment for my lunch time.

Heritage Dr. Pepper

Here's another limited edition real sugar pop; Heritage Dr. Pepper. The article was from last year, but I have some in a glass right now. (It's actually in a Pepsi glass (did Pizza Hut give those out?) like I had when I was a kid that I got from eBay, but I don't think it minds.) I'm an occasional Pepper, but my friend Jeff is a big fan. I wonder what he thinks about it? Me? I like it better. It's a cleaner flavor than the corn syrup variety, just like the Pepsi and Mountain Dew Throwbacks.



Speaking of throwbacks, anyone else seen the Verizon commercial that uses the old Big Red gum TV spot theme and style (yep, that's Peter "Ralphie" Billingsly as the tuba player)? "You'll watch YouTube on a horse, when you use it." Classic. Watch the the vintage Big Red T–shirt in the Verizon ad. And a near up–skirt. Woohoo!

Pie Pan!

Fredrick Morrison, the inventor of the Frisbee died recently. I love the picture of him in this article.

We had an assembly in the school gym one day by a group of Frisbee enthusiasts/performers. One of them told about its history from the Frisbie Pie Company tins. Part of his story included how the people would yell out "pie pan!" when they were tossing the tins through the air. From that point on, there was never a round of Frisbee that Chris Lillig and I had that didn't include the over–zealous hollering of "pie pan!"

Porsches and Food

Last week we drove by a Bennigan's off of 394 we used to eat at once in a while when we lived in Plymouth. Today we decided to go there for supper. That didn't work so well, cuz it's been closed. We ended up at Friday's and got stuck at a small table near the kitchen because it was the only thing open at the time, and we were starving. At least the food was good, and they no longer wear all that shit all over their clothes.

We passed the Porsche and Audi dealers on the way back. I spied 2 Panameras on the lot, so I pulled in to get a real–life view of them. Some people bitch about them looking like crap, but not me, and I think they look even better in person. There was also a Cayman right next to them. Bad ass. I couldn't see any R8s in the Audi showroom.

Sulu Sings!

I think he sings. I'm afraid to download it.

Moms Love Sliders

Here's a classic White Castle ad. Sliders make moms ecstatic.

Grizzly Adams?

They made a Grizzly Adams action figure? Evidently, they did, and with karate chop action, just like Big Jim. This one is wearing a G.I. Joe jacket.

Bleah and Stuff

The IRS is questioning something or other about the sale of our company that happened some time back. Something about the worth of Creator or other such accounting gobbledeegook. Shit that has nothing to do with the engineers. But, the IRS said they wanted to talk to the engineers, obviously because they have no idea what we do. A meeting was scheduled for Wednesday, with another meeting on Tuesday to talk to our lawyers about the Wednesday meeting. Again, nothing to do with engineers.

This morning I called and said the roads sucked and asked if they were really interested in risking my life for this stupid fucking meeting. Yes, they were. So, I sucked it up and headed out at noon. The roads were worse than what the DOT web site reported, mostly ice–covered, varying from 30-50 MPH, slower for the gawker slowdowns near the many accidents. It would've taken me over 12 hours to get to Peoria at that rate. Luckily, I got a call just before I hit Faribault, about 50 miles—or an hour and 45 minutes—from home and said the meeting was canceled. I told my manager, "it's about fucking time," and pulled off at Faribault and relaxed a bit from the white–knuckle drive, chock full of complete morons zooming past in the left lane because they are so much more important than everyone else.

Got home and worked, rather than wasting 3 days of not working because of that goddamned meeting. Went out later and blew snow all over the place. Yeeha to that!

Drums & Guitar & Acid

Clearly, those are the only 3 things you need to make a band. What a waste of some cool old North drums. You'd think these guys would be freaking out the little kids, but it must be normal for them in Turkey.

Evel's Porsche

If Evel Knievel drove a 4WD Porsche 914-6, it probably woulda looked something like this:

Obama Hates Brains

That's the only reason I can think of why he would make yet another stupid decision. Great, why not also cancel the public school program?

How to Make a News Video

The British are so good at comedy.

Phone Car

Remember how phone company trucks used to be painted?