Jimmy Young

In honor of my previous "Pants on the Ground" post, I present Jimmy Fallon's sendup of the song, as Neil Young.

Pants on the Ground

Pants on the ground
Pants on the ground
Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground

With the gold in your mouth
Hat turned sideways
Pants hit the ground
Call yourself a cool cat
Lookin' like a fool
Walkin' downtown with your pants on the ground

Get it up, hey!
Get your pants off the ground
Lookin' like a fool
Walkin' talkin' with your pants on the ground.

Get it up, hey!
Get your pants off the ground
Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground

If you watched American Idol last night, you'll know this tune all too well. Probably rattling around in your head all day. I know its in mine (that, and the theme to Super Mario Brothers Wii). Catchy and damn if he doesn't have a point. Click here for more.

Later Gator

C'mon, can we finally all admit that Scott was still on American Idol because of he was visually impaired? He seemed like a nice enough kid, but was only marginally talented. Yeah, yeah, he was an inspiration, blah, blah. But, isn't AI a talent contest? He was a pretty good piano player, I guess, but he couldn't sing worth a damn! And that's what it should come down to.

Methinks Anoop is next.

Tidbits Part Deux

Tonight I have kindergarten orientation for The Little One. Nearly impossible to believe we're already at that stage. Every step is new and exciting and surely I don't miss midnight feedings and diaper changes, but its amazing how fast she's growing up and I can't seem to slow it down.

We just had The Little One tested for stuttering. Most of the time one doesn't notice it, but she gets more and more stuttery when nervous or tired. At one point a doctor told us its that she's so smart her brain works faster than her mouth can. Apparently, he was off. While its rare for a girl to stutter, apparently she qualifies and we'll be looking into getting her the appropriate services. Nearly anything can be overcome, especially if its caught early, and Mrs. B. and I will do everything possible put her in position to overcome this.

Speaking of Mrs. Blogger, she is on spring break this week yet she has not once gone on a bender or flashed in a Girls Gone Wild mode. Funny how different college is for graduate students in their mid-thirties. Damn maturity!

And if you'll look to the left, you'll notice I've updated my book and movie links. Haven't had much time for movies since the Great Flood of '07, but Mrs. B. bought me the Bruce Edwards story written by John Feinstein. I haven't delved into it yet, but, Edwards (a local boy to me) was a caddy for professional golfer Tom Watson. He was afflicted with and eventually died from ALS which just may be one of the most horrible diseases. Anyway, regarding Feinstein, I LOVE his subject matter and the research he does about his topics but I really don't care for his writing style or his opinions most of the time. I'll read it and be fascinated by it, but I'm sure I'll be raising my eyebrows a few times.

Regarding the Great Flood, we're pretty much back to normal now. I have a bunch of crap to throw away but my trash container only holds so much stuff, so it will be a while before its all disposed.

Today is the first full day of Spring but I woke up to a temperature of 18 degrees out. Its supposed to moderate later this week. Damn I'm getting anxious!

I've noticed that comments are down. Either I'm boring or bloggers are busy this time of year. I hope its the latter.

The other night Mrs. Blogger and I were watching American Idol Rewind at like 1am (I know, how lame is that?) and it was Season 1 (remember Brian Dunkelman?). Anyway, the singers were ALL pretty bad that year. We both noticed a remarkable difference in quality when compared to this year.

Speaking of this year's American Idol, Howard Stern, among others, is soliciting votes for Sanjaya to win. I wonder if AI likes the extra publicity or hates that fact that less talented performers are advancing as a joke. I would think that can only hurt the show.

I haven't been to the gym in nearly two weeks and I'm getting a cold too. Rat-farts!!

Finally, I fought through a snowstorm Friday afternoon/evening to drive to Maine to visit my parents. The normal 3 hour 50 minute trip took 6:50. It was important to go because my weekend visit opportunities are limited and my mother has terminal cancer. She's doing very well lately so it was wonderful to see them and to see her spry and vivacious. We're trying to visit as often as possible and cherish each and every one of them as we never know when it will end. She is not the type that complains much or seeks any pity either. And my father has been wonderful in every respect. I'm very proud to be his son as he takes on more and more (if not most) of the household responsibilities such as cooking and cleaning in addition to his normal "manly" duties of home repair, yardwork, snow removal etc. Throw in the frequent visits to the doctors as far as 90 minutes away plus patience and coddling of my mom and his days are certainly full. Yet, not one complaint. I even noticed the bickering between them absent this weekend. Once can sense he's doing it all out of love and "wanting" to do it, not as an obligation.

Here's to you Pop - a real man!

(now I'm misty-eyed, lol)

Bad is Good

8 p.m. nears.....Fox 61 flickers but no one pays it much mind.....anyway, its been that way since 6 lest we change the channel and forget to go back.....dinner's been scarfed down....dirty plates stacked in the sink....the microwave oven cools.....lights dim....a family cuddles up on a couch.....shhhhh.....ITS SHOWTIME!!!

American Idol is on!

Goddamn, bad is good, isn't it? The mumbling woman forgetting the words (all the words!)......the Cowardly Lion growling (or was it Chewbacca?).....Apollo Creed singing opera......the 16-year-old imitating Chris Dautry, then imitating Chris Dautry doing Abba, then imitating Chris Dautry doing Barry Manilow......the juggler whose undyingly supportive family doesn't have to heart to tell him he sucks, or that its a singing contest, not a talent contest......the vocal coach with limited vocal abilities.....the Urban Amish guy......the Woody-like Cowboy brutalizing Johnny Cash......and the Shrek-looking woman singing Freddie Mercury.

Priceless!

We'll be there again tonight for another two hours of cringing and laughing at Randy and Simon's faces, won't we? Surely Seattle can provide the freaks that Minneapolis can.

Alas, though....I'm sure to peter out once all the "entertainers" have left the show.