It’s Mother’s Day, so here’s a greeting from the baddest mother of them all:
In case you’re not familiar with the classic 1971 blaxploitation film, here’s the original trailer:
Now let’s all enjoy the smooth stylings of the late Mr. Isaac Hayes:
I found about the existence of Cravat Club through the Twitter account of the Sweet Feathery Jesus podcast. Posted deep in the heart of the stock quotes pages of a UK newspaper was the ad shown below. It’s well past the Hipster Event Horizon:
I couldn’t help but visit cravat-club.com, and wow, is the Hipster was very strong in that one:
They’ve got quite a selection of splendiferous cravats, including my favorite, the Igor, which can be yours for a mere 95 quid (just shy of US$147 at today’s rates):
I’ve got one cravat, and since I wear it once every three or four years and ditched the beard last year, I don’t think I’m going to be handing Cravat Club any money soon:
Me and Karl Mohr in cravats, playing accordion on CBC Radio, June 1999.
(Yes, I know that we dressed up to appear on the radio. That’s just how we roll.)
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Second monthaversary!
As you can see, living in a warm climate is slowly turning me into Matthew McConaughey.
Awright, awright, awriiiiiight.
In honor of the end of our second month as a married couple, here’s a pic from our honeymoon. We spent it at Disney World (a present from my sister and brother-in-law, complete with a stay at the Grand Floridian and the full-on fancy-pants meal package) and had a blast.
Happy second monthaversary, sweetie!
Some wedding pictures, if you’re curious.
Booker T. Jones on the Hammond B-3 organ. Perhaps you’ve heard his number Green Onions.
Miracle of miracles, for the first time in I-don’t-know-how-long, I’ve got a full day with no meetings, conference calls, brainstorming sessions, chats, nuthin’! This means I can get some actual work done, and I’ve been chugging away at it since 7:30 this morning, something that’s relatively easy to do when you have a five-second commute:
The home office. Click to see it at full size.
A home office means that you can also crank the tunes, and I’ve found the Groovy Jazz Organ compilation to be productivity-boosting. Some kind soul has posted them on YouTube, and I’ve posted them here for your enjoyment, whether you’ve got your nose to the grindstone or in a martini glass.
Floyd may have won the match, but when it comes to who won the real battle, it’s Pacquiao all the way:
Original image found via Kitty Kat; I cleaned up the grammar and typography.
Click the photo to see the source.
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Your “Throwback Thursday” poster
Based on the last image in this set; I cleaned up the typography.
You might be thinking: Booze? Drugs? Porn? Videogames?
No. It means something even more illicit…
GLUTEN. And pork chops.
Awww yisss.
(But not too much bread. I’m hittin’ the gym, you know.)
Or, to borrow a couple of panels from Kate Beaton’s comics:
Click the comic to see the source.