Drawing A Blank
In case you’re wondering about the pictures, they’re hosted on UNC servers, which are down for maintenance right now.
And yes, that means I’m still at work.
And yes, that means I missed the game.
She’s Not Heavy, She’s My Wife
Reaching my limit on political information, I gladly opened this week’s Sports Illustrated and something immediately caught my eye. Now, I realize that sporting activities are not usually a popular blogging topic, with most of the space going to issues of war and the like. But this was just too odd not to blog, and I hope that some of you will think so as well.
Apparently, there is something called the Wife Carrying Championships, and it is for real. The husband (although I guess it could be the most masculine “partner” as well) literally carries the wife through a course, which this year included two hurdles and wading through a water pit. The position in which the husband carries the wife is like a backwards 69 type of thing, with her face sitting very near to his butt, as this picture illustrates.
I thought it sounded kind of lame until I realized that the winners walk away with cash equal to 5 times the wife’s weight, as well as her weight in Redhook Beer. I’m already starting to get in shape for next year.
Here are more pictures for your viewing pleasure. See you at next year’s event!!!!
Wide Open Spaces Between Their Ears
The Dixie Chicks website has been down for the last hour. I wonder why?*
Why the ruckus, especially when there’s been an unending parade of artists condemning the war for months now? I expect that it’s because people expect this sort of thing from actors and rock musicians, but expect a entirely different type of reaction from country music performers in times of crisis. It’s quite a slap in the face; they were expecting Charlie Daniels and Lee Greenwood and getting Sinead O’Connor instead.
The Chicks are scheduled to play an April concert in Kansas City, where the country music radio stations have started a boycott after hundreds of fans called in to protest the remarks. The Chicks are far more popular than Sinead ever was, so it will be interesting to see whether the masses forgive them or boo them off the stage.
*It’s since been redirected to Yahoo, whose servers can presumably better handle the load.
Hostile Workplace
Anybody who lives in North Carolina and schedules a meeting for 3:00pm on the Friday of the ACC Tournament should be punished severely. It’s all about priorities and some people obviously don’t have them. Maybe I’ll go start a movement and yell “Norma Rae, Norma Rae” at the top of my lungs……………or I’ll just go have a movement and be at my meeting on time.
Creating Cablinasians
Every now and then, not often, but occasionally, there is a simple solution to some of problems faced by society. It’s just that people are too blind to see what’s right in front of them. Take the Interracial Marriage Gender Gap, for example. This one’s a gimme.
“Shinichi, I’d like to introduce you to Sheniqua. Shinichi, Sheniqua. Sheniqua, Shinichi. I just know you two have a lot in common.”
Arrrrrrr.
Lend me now your stump of an ear,
me foul brethren of the sea.
Avast yer drinkin’ and yer wenchin’,
and hearken ye now to me.
For tis a good yarn I have to tell;
of the cunning Japanee.
They sail upon the seven seas,
in vessels big and tiny.
With cargo holds right brimming full
of treasure; round and shiny.
Treasure, I say, to put an industry in
a grave that’s deep and briny.
I tell ye it is fair to look upon
the sun rising in the morn.
And it gladdens the cockles of me heart
to capture a maid wellborne.
But the thing I ever wish to see, is
damned Rosen bereft, forlorn.
So man the guns ye buccaneers
a full broadside shall we fire.
And sink that rotting music hulk
with our rippling cannon choir.
Then after the lubbers burn and drown?
Free music we’ll acquire.
Arrrrrrr.
Organ Grinding
The relationship between France and Iraq, explicated at last
