Friday, June 26, 2009

Dance of the Penguins, Friday Finale...

Seems I've outrun all of you slackers...

Now the piece de resistance...

Linky goodness.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Up on a housetop
but plainly I see
There hides a man with a rifle
that's pointed at me

Answer to last lyric: Gone Away by The Offspring. Bloody slackers...

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Dance of the Penguins, Thursday Edition...

Damn... running around like a long tail cat in a room full of rockin' chairs...

But here's another awwwwww moment for ya'll (a little southern lingo there)...

Bob Donaldson/Post-Gazette

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and hail marys
Cant bring back whats taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would

Answer to last lyric: Plowed by Sponge. Damn... not even one guess. Slackers...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Dance of the Penguins, Wednesday Edition...

One comment? One lousy comment? (Thanks JennyLu) You people are a bunch of slackers... (I blame Tiff for this)

Well... today was hot and muggy... (I also blame Tiff for this)

Moved cattle in the morning, finished cutting hay this afternoon.

And now your moment of bliss...

Peter Diana/Post-Gazette

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

To see wide open
With a head thats broken
Hang a life on a tragedy
Plow me under the ground
That covers the message
That is the seed

Answer to last lyric: Vaya Con Dios by Les Paul and Mary Ford. Way to go JennyLu!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Dance of the Penguins, Tuesday Edition...

Holy sheep dip... what a day. Not a good day to cut hay...

Peter Diana/Post-Gazette

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Now the hacienda's dark
The town is sleeping
Now the time has come to part
The time for weeping

Answer to last lyric: One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head. Way to go Doc!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Dance of the Penguins...

Yes ladies and gentlemen... the gauntlet has been thrown down. As a man of integrity, I cannot leave it lay there, and must pick it up. So... for the next week or so in order to fend off some fiendish catblogging plot against me, I give you...

The Dance of the Penguins.



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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Ok... this one is soooooooo easy it's gonna be short.

I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine.

Answer to last lyric: Hurdy Gurdy Man by Donovan.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

"About a Bastard" the Resolution...

Ok... where were we. Ah yes... we'd just jumped in the car and were heading for Salt Lake.

As I said last time, Chief was driving because C and I had that little physiology experiment going on. Now Chief's car was a larger Buick type thing, but it was only a two door. C and I got in the back, which turned out to not be a good thing, while P and Chief were in the front.

I can't really remember what exact month it was, but it was in the dead of winter so that makes it either Jan or Feb. The reason that was important is because Chief cranked the heat up in the ol' coche. So in a matter of a few miles... the car was approaching 1000 degrees on the inside. Not only that, but the road between our little university town and the greater Wasatch area was through a narrow and twisting canyon. Many twists and turns to be had.

There are all types of drivers in this world. Smooth and steady, rough and ragged, and then there's Chief.

Even though he was completely sober, you'd have never known it. Every curve we came to he tried to turn into a 90 degree corner. Straight, straight, straight, hard right. Straight, straight, straight, hard left. Now when you combine the excessive heat, stuffiness of the inside of the car, and the herky jerky action of the driver, oh yeah... and maybe, just maybe the large volume of a certain amber elixir sloshing around in my gut, you get something not completely unlike extreme car sickness.

I took it as long as I could, then had to yell "Pullover!" in that "it's all coming back up" kinda way. Funny thing, that particular way of speaking leads to a universal understanding without any other explanation.

Chief hit the brakes and we skidded to a halt as P hurriedly threw the door open and leaned forward so I could get out of the back seat before he took an unwanted shower. I scrambled out of the car and tried to expel the fluids that were now quite unsettled in my stomach.

But another funny thing happened. Once I got out of the car and was hit in the face with the cool oxygen filled air of the great outdoors, I immediately felt much better. Physiology at it's finest.

This entire sequence of events repeated itself not 10 miles down the road. This time while I was out of the car, P moved into the back seat and I took over the shotgun position. From then on, I was able to crack the window and everything was copacetic.

However... the clock was working against us, and we could see that the erm... school, was going to be closed by the time we got there. But, Chief knew of another educational establishment close by in Ogden, so we all decided to go there instead.

We walked into the joint, payed a little tuition at the door, and sat down at the areas provided for us. Now this place really took education seriously and had the instructors on elevated platforms at eye level so we could really learn. They also had a nice padded leather strip around the entire edge of the platform about waist high too. The physiology lesson kicked into overdrive and my eyelids became very heavy. The padding looked sooooo comfortable, I just had to lay my head down and try it out.

That dern waitress though... she kept coming by and tapping me on the shoulder and asking, "Are you alright honey? Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?" But I assured her everything was fine each time, and she'd move on.

About 10 minutes later, the lights came on in the place and the study session was over for the night. Damn... we just got there I complained. It was about then that my cohorts informed me we'd been there about 3 hours and I'd slept the whole time. Dagonnit... I hate missing out on educational opportunities like that, but oh well.

So we drove back home without any further ado.

Fast forward now back to Chief's wedding reception. We were talking about things as I've previously mentioned and Chief's new bride came over to listen. I asked him where they were going to live and he told us Salt Lake. I could have let him off the hook, but as I said last time... I'm not that guy.

"Yeah... I remember we were all headed down to Salt Lake one time, but we didn't make it past Ogden if I remember correctly." I said.

Chief turned white and just kinda nodded in agreement. P looked over at me with half a smile and just shook his head slowly.

Chief's new bride was a bit confused, coming in so late in the tale, and told him she needed him to come over and meet a couple of other folks. We said our goodbyes and walked over to the table where P's wife was sitting. Once we got seated, P looked over at me with a smirk on his face and said...

"I've decided you're about a bastard."

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquillity.

Answer to last lyric: Perfect Strangers by Deep Purple.