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Cover Songs

There’s nothing like a good cover song. These are some of the best.

  • “The Man Who Sold The World” by Nirvana (orig by David Bowie)
  • “Come On Eileen” by Save Ferris (orig by Dexy’s Midnight Runners)
  • “Hazy Shade Of Winter” by The Bangles (orig by Simon & Garfunkel)
  • “All Along The Watchtower” by Jimi Hendrix (orig by Bob Dylan)
  • “Hurt” by Johnny Cash (orig by NIN)
  • “I’m A Believer” by Smash Mouth (orig by The Monkees)
  • “American Woman” by Lenny Kravitz (orig by The Guess Who)
  • “Is She Really Going Out With Him?” by Sugar Ray (orig by Joe Jackson)
  • “Tiny Dancer” by Ben Folds (orig by Elton John)
  • “Video Killed The Radio Star” by The Presidents Of The United States Of America (orig by The Buggles)
  • “Mad World” by Gary Jules (orig by Tears For Fears)
  • “Tired Of Waiting For You” by Green Day (orig by The Kinks)
  • “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley (orig by Leonard Cohen)
  • “I Will Survive” by Cake (orig by Gloria Gaynor)

And these are some of the worst.

  • “American Pie” by Madonna (orig by Don McLean)
  • “Brown Eyed Girl” by Everclear (orig by Van Morrison)
  • “Dock Of The Bay” by Michael Bolton (orig by Otis Redding)
  • “I’m A Man” by Chicago (orig by Spencer Davis Group)
  • “Sunny Afternoon” by Jimmy Buffett (orig by The Kinks)

What are your best and worst picks?

Punchlines

Punchlines, without the jokes.

1. Twenty bucks, same as in town.
2. No, Ma’am. I’m in sales, not management.
3. That’s not a clock; that’s a fan.
4. The charge was “transporting underage gulls across a sedate lion for immortal porpoises.”
5. Because he was stapled to the chicken.
6. The charge was “making an obscene clone fall.”
7. Might as well – the room’s already paid for!
8. We keep the Baptists in there and they don’t think anyone else is here.
9. Rectum? Darn near killed ’em!
10. No, it’s Wednesday. That’s your day in the barrel.

I Find Your Lack Of Pants Disturbing

Top 278 Star Wars Lines Improved By Replacing A Word With “Pants”.

Some samples:
These aren’t the pants you’re looking for.
Search your pants, Luke. You know it’s true.
I cannot teach him. The boy has no pants.
He has no time for smugglers who drop their pants first sign of Imperials
Lock the door. And hope they don’t have pants.

And the best one of all: I find your lack of pants disturbing.

Since this is a family friendly weblog, I should point out that the link contains some innuendo, but it’s pretty freakin’ funny.

There She Goes

And now my Rickenbacker is gone. I ended up with just shy of twenty serious inquiries, including people asking if I could ship it to California and/or Indiana. In the end, a really nice guy drove about two hours each way to try it out. He fell in love on the spot and gave me more than asking price, in cash. I think he and his sons will give it a good home.

For nostalgia’s sake, here’s the last picture I took of my Rickenbacker.

Pops Almighty

As I was tucking Jonathan into bed tonight, we read today’s entry in his “God and Me” book, a little devotional book for kids his age. Tonight’s devotional was on creation. Here’s a brief excerpt of our conversation.

Me: Do you know who made all the trees and plants and beautiful flowers?
Jonathan: [referring to my father-in-law] Pops?
Me: No.
Jonathan: [referring to my niece] Emmi?
Me: No.
Jonathan: [blank stare]
Me: It was God.
Jonathan: Oh. Where does it say that?

Tomorrow Is Paintball Day

Tomorrow is the second annual paintball outing of my church’s men’s group. Last year was my first time playing paintball, as you may recall, I took a shot to the head:

This was the game where I took my biggest beating. I was shot in the head. With an evil paintball. Fired by Bill, my friend and pastor. Man, did it hurt. As I raised my arms and yelled “I’m out!”, I took a shot from behind in each shoulder. These are wonderful friends I have.

Here’s what it looked like during the game and the day after:

Good times. And tomorrow we should have an even bigger crowd than last year. I’m bringing three guests: my dad, Tom, and David (who tried to prank me today at work and earned himself a head shot of his very own tomorrow). Should be a blast.