Rock on gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon and dig your grave
First, Happy Birthday to my sister, Liz. Rock out with your cock out, girlfriend.
I'm waiting on Quagmire, soon to be known as Dr. Quagmire. Wait. He already has a Master's and a PhD, so he already is Dr. Quagmire.
But when he gets his M.D. can we call him Dr. Dr. Quagmire?
I don't know, and I don't really care. For the next 7 days, he is Doctor Doctor.
Gimme the news.
I figured out a couple new songs on guitar while I was (am) waiting, "Gold Dust Woman," and "Personal Jesus," which is a Depeche Mode song, but I am doing it the Johnny Cash way because I do not own a synthesizer, nor, sadly, eyeliner and black, clunky boots.
So, anyway, they're done, they're down, and we'll probably knock 'em out on Christmas over at Bells'.
Hey, this is how we spent last Christmas. ((Click me, homeslice. Don't worry, it'll open in a new window, and y'all can come right on back here to see what I've got goin' on.))
Anyway, Merry Christmas, duders.
Thanks for stopping by.
This picture is what prompted me to post. I wish I could say it was mine, but it came into my email box from a reader, T. It is a forwarded thing, and supposedly, it was taken in Alaska.
But who cares?
Look at this:
That's a Golden Eagle.
Badass, dude. Seriously badass.
Look at it!
Pretty awesome.
Hey, I got that helmet cam for a Christmas gift.
It straps on the top of my snowboard hemet and records video onto a 2 gb memory card. All I have to do is hit the button on top of my head and do something worth filming.
That's pretty badass. Maybe not Golden Eagle badass, but badass nonetheless.
(((How many times have I typed "badass?")))
Another good thing is that I got myself a new set of wheels and it has Sirius Radio.
I'm back in Stern's filthy womb and enjoying the all-rolling-stones-all-the-time channel which is one channel below Howard. That's as far as I have gotten, but it just might be all I need.
Anyway, take your silver spoon and dig your grave, fools.
I'm out.
Bacon grease.
I'm waiting on Quagmire, soon to be known as Dr. Quagmire. Wait. He already has a Master's and a PhD, so he already is Dr. Quagmire.
But when he gets his M.D. can we call him Dr. Dr. Quagmire?
I don't know, and I don't really care. For the next 7 days, he is Doctor Doctor.
Gimme the news.
I figured out a couple new songs on guitar while I was (am) waiting, "Gold Dust Woman," and "Personal Jesus," which is a Depeche Mode song, but I am doing it the Johnny Cash way because I do not own a synthesizer, nor, sadly, eyeliner and black, clunky boots.
So, anyway, they're done, they're down, and we'll probably knock 'em out on Christmas over at Bells'.
Hey, this is how we spent last Christmas. ((Click me, homeslice. Don't worry, it'll open in a new window, and y'all can come right on back here to see what I've got goin' on.))
Anyway, Merry Christmas, duders.
Thanks for stopping by.
This picture is what prompted me to post. I wish I could say it was mine, but it came into my email box from a reader, T. It is a forwarded thing, and supposedly, it was taken in Alaska.
But who cares?
Look at this:
That's a Golden Eagle.
Badass, dude. Seriously badass.
Look at it!
Pretty awesome.
Hey, I got that helmet cam for a Christmas gift.
It straps on the top of my snowboard hemet and records video onto a 2 gb memory card. All I have to do is hit the button on top of my head and do something worth filming.
That's pretty badass. Maybe not Golden Eagle badass, but badass nonetheless.
(((How many times have I typed "badass?")))
Another good thing is that I got myself a new set of wheels and it has Sirius Radio.
I'm back in Stern's filthy womb and enjoying the all-rolling-stones-all-the-time channel which is one channel below Howard. That's as far as I have gotten, but it just might be all I need.
Anyway, take your silver spoon and dig your grave, fools.
I'm out.
Bacon grease.
posted by Joe at
10:04 PM
3 Comments:
Dude,
I'm with the Hawk Migration Association of North America, and this photo of the eagle/fox/magpie completely blew me away. Is there any chance you could put me in touch with whoever sent it to you? I would like to put the photo in our next issue of Hawk Migration Studies, if I can get permission from the photographer, whoever that lucky soul might be. Thanks for any help you can offer.
Carolyn H.
www.roundtoprumings.blogspot.com
What a great photo! That eagle is hee-uge! I like how the other bird is just trying to get the hell out of the way.
I love Gold Dust Woman & wish I knew how to play it. Been ordered to bring my "git-fiddle" to the Christmas shindig at bro. #1's, who has recently learned bass. He said we and bro. #2 would be running through a coupla Gordon Lightfoot songs (I shit you not) and 1 old Eagles song. I already pretty much know 'em, but now I have to practice real quick so I can get some callouses back before Monday. Have a nice Christmas, Joe!
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