Nice and excruciating...maybe he got NHI'd.

It was actually a hit for another Texan with a rockabilly bent, Bobby Fuller.

Yerp. But can you imagine if Buddy had lived to record it? The world might've exploded from the coolth.

I think the Jazz started in St. Louis(?) back in the day. Which isn't silly, at least.

I want a Utah Jazz funeral.

t Laughing maniacally at what this would actually be like.

Though I'm thinking more "Utah jazz" with a little-j. 'Cause Utah Mormons, not so much with the funk.

Is there no love for the theme to the Dukes of Hazzard? Merle Haggard is awesome!

I thought the Jazz were from New Orleans.

Damn. I just slipped into a speaking part, and I broke up on camera. Amateur.

AND they told me to smack someone, which made me kinda nervous. He seems to be okay, despite doing two takes.

I remember my cousins telling us the name of the steer we were being served for dinner.

When I was 10 my parents were grasped by a 1960’s ideal of self-sufficiency. Then moved us to a small farm, planted a huge garden, and started raising pigs, cattle, and chickens for food. We kids gave the animals fanciful names like Buttercup, Heathcliff, and Pansy.

The next fall my parents prepared a celebratory feast for Sunday dinner, using only foods grown on the farm. The crowning glory was a perfect ham from our first group of pigs. Just as we were biting into that beautiful ham, my four-year-old brother looked up and said “Pansy was a nice pig.” This put an end to the dinner, and to the practice of naming animals intended for the table. The remaining bits and pieces of Pansy were removed from the freezer and given to people who were not personally acquainted with her.

Maybe so, ita. In which case I was close like a thing that's not. Like NBC replacing Howard with Ballard that giggles and jiggles.

He's the cat equivilent of the sweet but dumb significant other.

Mine too!

And mine! Well, except for last night, when I had the other cat wrapped in a sheet so I could try to get rid of some of his hair matts without being scratched. Ozzie was growling and unhappy, and Perkins the cat decided to help by attacking Ozzie. That was mean, not sweet. Still kept up the dumb part though, since Ozzie spent the next hour getting revenge.

In completely unrelated to anything news, could I be Velma for a 70s theme costume party without buying an orange turtleneck?