(purloined from Riotclitshave)

This reminds me that Sean's in Japan right now, so I'm expecting some pictures from him sooner than later. I already got a great one the other day.

Oh, I forgot to mention this earlier...

If you like the Best Show (or at least thing you might) but don't have the patience to listen to the full 3 hours every week, you know have.... GEMS.

I haven't listened to it yet, but I'm assuming that it's incredible. Of course, now I have another hour and a half per month to listen to on top of the 8 to 12 I already get, so everybody wins!

A Pat on the Head

1. And the Trouble With Me Is You - Linda Flavell
2. Right On" - Cougars
3. "Song of Most" - Rian Murphy & Will Oldham
4. earlier
5. "Little Ashtray in the Sun" - Cotton Jones
6. "Be So Happy" - Heartless Bastards
7. "Sorry 'Bout the Boat Race" - Hank IV
8. "Leave My Kitten Alone" - Little Willie John
9. bleh
10. "In the Jungle (Instrumental)" - The Hygrades
11. "Lying" - Martina Topley-Bird
12. "Which Way to Go" - Eddy Current Suppression Ring
13. "When They Come to Murder Me" - Black Francis
14. "Descent Into Hell" - Volcano Suns
15. "Can't Say No" - Thomas Function
16. "Rigor Mortis" - Wussy
17. "Ghosting" - Mother Mother
18. 1607

HERE

A shorter mix than I usually make, and largely comprised of tinny rock music (I actually removed 2 hip hop songs because they sounded so off to me after setting up a track listing). Anyway, I actually said about 5 hours ago that I was too tired to think straight. Now I really mean it. If there are any problems with it let me know and I'll fix it in the morning.

CNN is not even trying anymore

Today's headline: Wrongly jailed man wifeless, jobless, bitter

Bored?

Why not browse through some of the crap Michael Jackson is being forced to auction off.

By crap, of course, I mean stuff that I would willingly sacrifice up to six toes for, but won't on account of them possibly being used to seduce children.

Still, there's some cool stuff. Not enough to seduce me with, but...

Anyone who's been on Columbus in the last ten years has noticed the SS United States. You know, the giant rusty tub of a cruise ship that's been docked on the Delaware since 1996. Anyway, there's been a lot of controversy over whether or not to rebuild this trip, since it still holds speed records (!) and was apparently some pretty hot shit in the early 50s.

The most fascinating thing about this to me is that this thing was moved as recently as 1996. I know that rust doesn't really affect whether or not a ship is seaworthy, but I actually shudder when I drive past it. I think at this point we should all accept that nobody's going to restore it and plan one of the following course of action:

Set it loose.

That's right. Just untie the fucker and give it a nudge out to sea. Let it roam the high seas as a ghost ship. Just like that movie Ghost Ship, only without Gabriel Byrne and you know, scary. I know what you're thinking:
"Cotton, that's completely wreckless and irresponsible. This ship could do untold damage if not properly maintained or disposed of. the shipping industry is too large and important to jeopardize with a massive rusty missile being pushed around the Atlantic".

Killjoy. You know what else you probably hate? Bumper Cars.

Fine then, we'll have to launch it into space. Who's gonna pay for that, huh?

Anyway, SS United States is a great google image search, and you can get a shockingly large view of it from above on maps. So yeah, there's that.

Fat Tuesday

So I guess it's Fat Tuesday?

I can't remember ever celebrating anything on Fat Tuesday, but I remember getting caught on South by accident about ten years ago when there were all those fights and some 750 arrests. It was one of the most depressing things I've ever seen. I think we ended up at the continental later that night, drinking $14 martinis.

Anyway, check out this silent clip of the 1941 Parade of Nor:


Nary a pervy wasted frat dude with a camera in sight. Classy.

Anyway, stay out of trouble, people.

stolen shamelessly from BoingBoing

Rare cheetah photographed

The Saharan cheetah. I can't help but think feeding them might help.

also, you see that link on the top right? VENOMOUS MAMMAL!!!!

I'm gonna be kinda sparse today, but I'm putting the caps on a mix right now that should be ready by the time I go to bed tonight (and hopefully not at 4 like every other night this week).

Seriously, though. That Sixers game last night...brutal.

Waitasecond...

The Harlem Globetrotters are playing a game on the ROOF of the Spectrum?

This sounds like the most interesting recipe for disaster EVER. How will people even know it's happening? I wonder if I can sneak onto the roof of the big house and watch it from there. Either way, I'm not missing it.

Also from PWD, another middle finger found its way to the Daily News.

PNL files for bankruptcy

PNL is the publisher of both the Daily News and the Inquirer, so Philadelphians are suddenly faced with the prospect of losing their 2 largest newspapers.

(Al Día is fine, people)

Anyway, Will Bunch writes about being on the inside of it here.

If you live in the area, people, buy a paper.

Still not quite sure what to make of this one.

Frozen pool with logs

Dear Scientists,
How come I still know who Dennis Rodman is? Is it possible for me to just remember him as a Piston in his early days? I'd really appreciate it.
Love,
Cotton

holy shit, it's much harder to find a picture of the old DR than I thought. I honestly think he might have gone out and bought up any old pictures of him, thus increasing his mystique and the lengths to which I will go to try to sound interesting. I'm trying to remember the story about that guy who went around destroying all of the old pictures of himself, but I might just be thinking of Beckett's A Piece of Monologue. Anyone?

Last night around dusk, right after I got home, I saw a red fox skipping across the lawn. His* rear half was practically hairless, and he looked pretty scrawny. I also noticed that he was limping, his left hind paw never even touching the ground.
There are fewer things on this planet that can evoke my pity more than an injured animal. I have stepped over one-legged homeless people, but you show me a cat in a cone and I will hug that thing to death like we were in a damned Warner Brothers cartoon. Also, for some reason I always thought a red fox was rare/lucky to see. This undoubtely comes from my family, who also let me to believe the same of black squirrels and the great blue heron, though since then I've discovered that none of these are rare or all that lucky. I mean come on, who thinks a squirrel is lucky? What is this, Taiwan? Anyway, I digress. Seeing this little guy, hurt and ragged and freezing, I sorta freaked out and immediately I decided that I was gonna give this him a helping hand.
Now, mother nature can be a cruel mistress, and I knew that involving myself in any way, shape or form would likely exacerbate his predicament. I looked at that wretched creature and decided that I had to do something -anything- to give the little guy an advantage over the frozen tomb in which he now seemed doomed to rest for eternity. But there lay the question: What could I do?
It should be pointed out that a three legged red fox still runs faster than a two-legged Cotton. At best, he'd slow down enough to keep me in sight, but would never let me close enough to pose a thread. Since I couldn't bandage him or knit him a little fox cozy, I realized I had to feed him. Of course, I have no idea what foxes eat (though I'm guessing it's some kind of varmint?) and no time to sit around googling fox diets.
So, a few seconds later, I'm literally chasing this poor bastard through the woods, a half-pound of sliced turkey in one hand, and slices of tomato in the other, shouting at it to slow down. He never did. So I left him a trail of meat and tomato leading him away from the spots where I always see evidence of hunters (ATV tracks, treestands, arrows, etc...) and towards the nice little statue of St. Francis of Assisi** in the yard. That way he'd just KNOW he was safe!
Well, the next day the trail was entirely gone, which means that at the very least, SOMETHING got fed. I like to think it was the little fox, knowing I was just trying to give him a boost. Of course, it wasn't until I got back to the house that I realized that he probably found the trail at the statue (where I'd first seen him yesterday) and followed it right to hunter alley. Yeah.
So yeah, I'm not going to dwell on how much worse I might've made things for the little guy. Instead, I'm going to make myself a turkey sandwich and try to forget about it.


*Listen, I have no idea the sex of this animal, but I just went with male. My apologies if I'm wrong.
**I don't know enough about saints, specifically their feast days, but wouldn't his have to be all vegetarian? It would certainly make sense....

(Please note that I resisted the tempation to post a picture of Redd Foxx with this post, though every time I image search for him, I'm reminded of 200 awesome photos)

Suspects arrested in Coatesville arsons case

Surprisingly, it was a teenager that likes to burn things. If this is the guy, throw away the key.

Did you know that a woman was beheaded in Buffalo last week? Neither did I. Terrible, terrible.

Michael Steele has lost his damned mind!

Weird Russian movie: Piranha Hunt

Weird tip to avoid piranha attach: Swim at night.

Icky thought of the day: Remember the protest groups in Maryland and DC that were flagged as terrorists for their peaceful demonstrations? Well, it turns out that Homeland Security helped out on that one.