Australian scientists discover ancient “Nessie”-like marine reptiles, name them “Umoonasaurus and Opallionectes.”

That’s an odd name. I’d have called them “chazzwazzers.”

I remember this one time my mom and dad sanctioned me and it totally screwed up my weekend. Man, did I learn my lesson.

(2006)
Barry Cherry is a washed up B-movie director who moves to Nashville to escape the Hollywood fame game. When one of his starlets discovers that a country musician has made a sex tape of her, Barry must dive into action to save her reputation from a fame-seeking sycophant.

Buy it at Amazon, Barnes & Nobel, iUniverse, Amazon UK or WH Smith. Buy the pocket edition at Lulu.

So I put a bunch of The Jam on the fPod yesterday that I’m now listening to. Every time I listen to their songs en masse, I wonder, Are they really any good?.

Sometimes, maybe even most of the time, I’ll be rocking along and then I’ll catch myself wondering, where’s the tune on this one? It often sounds to me like they’re pushing themselves too hard away from what they ought to be — a guitar-led pop-rock group. Like I think I can hear the moments where they’ve decided to be musically “challenging” and to me, that flops. You know, you just don’t need that many changes in a song. But then, maybe I’ve just never let it grow on me. (continue reading…)

I received word this morning that the full-size version of Barry’s Cherries has moved to final production. It should be available for order from iUniverse in a week or so. I will, of course, post news here.

My car almost overheated yesterday on the way home. Temp gauge spiked. I checked things out at home. Couldn’t see the reserve tank well and the radiator was way too hot for me to open it up. So I let it cool overnight and went to an oil change place this morning for more coolant. As soon as the attendent opened the hood, he could tell coolant wouldn’t help. “Cracked radiator.” Shit.

Any chance I can sell 100 copies of my books over the weekend?

UPDATE: The initial estimate for replacing the radiator was too low. So now I need to sell 150 copies. 149 to go.

A couple of days ago, Brittney at Nashville Is Talking embedded a YouTube video edit of the Big Lebowski featuring the word “fuck” more than 200 times. Yet today when she links to me discussing my fPod, she edits my text to read “bullsh*t.” What gives? (continue reading…)

Speaking of the fPod, I loaded it up with new stuff this morning. Grabbed Morrissey’s Southpaw Grammar — my favorite Moz record. Such a very good choice. First song out of the box was “Do Your Best and Don’t Worry.” Also put Moz’s live album Beethoven was Deaf on the fPod. Very happy with today’s soundtrack so far.

Over on the Juice, Alison is talking up the new Microsoft Zune and deriding it. Maybe I’m reading something into her posts but it seems to me that she ignores the viability of other media players. (continue reading…)

Chris sent me this picture which got me searching for more commentary on Ted Stevens’s moronic riff on the internet.

Boing Boing linked to another “series of tubes” t-shirt and a great photo.

Then there’s this amazing video re-mix of Stevens’s comments.

Then there’s this mp3 dance party of the Senator’s remarks.

Jon Stewart’s report.

Another wrap-up and another.

Here’s more t-shirts.

Whew, I hope all those links don’t confuse the internet. Let’s remember, it’s not a big truck you dump things on.