Autumn Monday

Well, Richie has gone off this week on another pursuit of enjoyment for him, his lady, and his lucky kids, along with a bunch of other buds and their respective fams. Now how in thee hell do you do such a thing in this awful economy?

Summer has ended, but only in your mind. Never mind that we'll be shoveling and getting plowed soon.

(Make your own jokes.)

Let's do like Richie has, and squeeze the last drop out of sunshine weather's goodness. All good things must come to an end, ya know. Put your headphones on.



But maybe an old school summer tune to cheer you up.



What would you think about dressing up in a gorilla costume and handing out bananas while "Hail To The Chief" plays? In a Hospital. For the workers? Health Care anyone? When did we become so Politically Correct? Too P.C. if you ask me. Overly sensitive. Give me a break.

We all know that in public transport, crying babies are annoying. Who wants to be seated next to one on a four hour flight? But kicking a mom and her toddler off a bus (no stroller, three bags) is asinine.

Let's talk about the following in the forums:

We have the disturbing case of a Census Worker, Bill Sparkman, (God Rest His Soul) who lost his life in an awful way. All duct-taped and then hanged, with the word "fed" drawn on his chest. Well, at least he ate.

The cause of his death appears to be due to the paranoia of someone involved in conspiracy theories that abound as of late due to the use of GPS devices by Census Takers preparing for the oncoming Census Review.

The concern of these paranoid folks is that the GPS will permanently place the location of the front door of their home into the world-wide satellite tracking systems.

This could, according to them, open the door for a possible home invasion by the New World Order armed forces, or even smart bombs, for use upon "undesirables," as deemed by those in power.

But, hasn't the U.S. Post Office already figured out where everyone in our country lives? Starting, like, 202 years ago?

What is up with that shit? Forget our society becoming litigious, how about fucking stoopid?

For you Mac Heads: Apple hybrid. Now in two colors.

Monday sucks. So here are some links to pic archives for you to peruse while you make it through to beer o'clock.

Time to quit smoking.

Nice gold guns. Old link, shown here before.

Old Genesis game. NSFW lesbian scene in the last part.

Old surgical tools.

Old robots on a t-shirt.

Old motivational Pics. New source, U.K. Some are racist.

A new pic, daily. Check back, daily.

More pics.

Prison inventions.

More pics. USA!

Mount Rushmore? No!

Antidote: odd animal friendships. Between animals, you gross person. WTF were you thinking?

More pics.

Last link. A ginormous Airbus A340 crashed, over a month ago. No one ever knew: media blackout. And, it never left the ground.

OK, one more pic.

Another, a gif for you. Smooch from kitty.

Put your head phones back on:

For my lady. Duffy sings her own song "Mercy."



For me. And you. Derek Trucks rocks his "Flood" song. Saweet.



Happy Monday to you.

Tomorrow on Tuesday, (and the following two days thereafter,) the mighty Hoot will dangle his goods in your face, in addition to his consistently up-beat and inspiring Thursday Column, so tune in to enjoyment for those of us who do not have access to a big blue couch at a beach house.

Take it away Hoot.