The Nextel commercial of the guys dancing: [link]

Never ever EVER gets old. Makes me laugh every time.

One of the greatest commercials ever.

so it hums and throbs

This is bad how?

I'm listening to Johnny Cash and "Man in Black" and wishing country music still was full of radicals complaining about poverty and the forgotten man.

Yeah. Too bad there are no more anti-war people in country music. Wait, I mean too bad anti-war country music people get death threats now.

(Did Cash ever catch a lot of shit for his anti-war views?)

(Did Cash ever catch a lot of shit for his anti-war views?)

Off to search the Net!

I like the reference to "Push It" in the Comcast commercial with the turtles. She's telling him to take the computer further away from the house, and when he's having problems moving it (with his nose), she tells him to "Push it!" His response is an irritated "You push it! ::pause:: Push it real good!"

Speaking of music, I was just getting caught up on the weekend's posts, and looked up the number-one song on my natal day, and I think I score on "Weakest/Lamest Song Possible"--"Ballad of the Green Berets." Bleah!!

Oh! Kathy- I agree that popping popcorn in the big pot over the stove is SO DELICIOUS. Tom made some a couple weeks ago and it was like heaven. I was a bit startled at how good it was- it was like whoa, simple pleasures!

My mom had tossed out the old popcorn popper we had when we were kids in favor of an air-popper when I was in high school, but when I graduated from college and my sister had been laid off from her job and had to move back home when I did, Sis would make popcorn on the stove with the stock pot, and Mom realized how much better it was than that nasty air-popped version (cardboard!!!), so none of us have ever gotten another popcorn popper. I'm tempted to use Alton Brown's technique of popping it in the big serving bowl covered with foil, but the bowl I ended up e-baying is very thin, and I'm afraid it will burst into flames or (more likely) melt through if I put it directly on the electric stovetop.

I also got told by more than one person, including the director of the actual play, that I needed to provide them with head shots.

Dude!

SPN turns out to be perfect TV to work out to. We just watched "Home" and it was good.

Funny thing: the Winchesters are from Lawrence, Kansas. And the last two people my DH Mr. Winchester has supervised have been from Lawrence, Kansas. COINCIDENCE?!?!?

Yay for recovering from surgery, and yay for good pronoses. Boo for The Ick and questionable prognoses. Yay for Temp Job in Rear View Mirror, and Yay for classwork and papers and grading being kicked.

[link]

An article that talks about Johnny Cash's problems with the establishment. Apparently he got a lot more shit for an album he did about the injustice done to the American Indians.

My apologies for the sudden Johnny Cash influx. I take these sudden fits of enthusiasm.

From a speech at a concert in '69, talking about people asking him questions about The War.

I'll tell you exactly how I feel about it. This past January we took our entire show, along with my wife June, we went to Long Bien Air Force Base near Saigon. And--

(loud cheering from the crowd)

And a reporter friend of mine asked, said, "That makes you a hawk, doesn't it?" And I said, "No, that don't make me a hawk. No. No, that don't make me a hawk."

(more cheering, not as loud)

But I said, "If you watch the helicopters bring in the wounded boys, then you go into the wards and sing for 'em and try to do your best to cheer them up so that they can get back home, it might make you a dove with claws."

I can deal with that.

"If you watch the helicopters bring in the wounded boys, then you go into the wards and sing for 'em and try to do your best to cheer them up so that they can get back home, it might make you a dove with claws."

Awww... cool!

I've loved Johny Cash since I was about five... I had an uncle who would play Cash on the 8-track in his Galaxie 500....

When my DH and I were driving x-country last month, we went to breakfast at a diner to wait for some snow to be cleared. It had a jukebox, and my DH put on Folsom Prision Blues. At the moment it started, a couple of police officers walked into the diner and they started singing along with the music. And then the waitresses and cooks. It was surreal.

GC, I looked at your LJ, and may have given you something you don't wish to read with cold-brain.