The equipment is set. Showtime in four hours. Yikes!

Special thanks to Brian, a nice feller from Colorado, for the loan of the drum set.

Behold a Fort Collins Brewery Sampler.

This was preceded by a couple pints of Fat Tire Amber Ale at the hotel and followed by another Fat Tire Ale and a mondo burrito with some refried beans at a local Mexican place. (burp!)

Later in the week we’ll be checking out the brewery that makes Fat Tire Ale. So much beer, so little time.

Bingley would be in his glory.

Spent a good part of the day getting my act together for tomorrow’s trip to Colorado:

Guitar: check

Picks: check

Microphone: check

Drumsticks: check

Brushes (for drums, not for hair): check

Song lists and music: check

Kindle: check

Camera: check

Clothes (including Hawaiian shirts): check

Talent: Oy!

Next stop – Denver, then on to Fort Collins. I’m toting Mr. Computer, so I may even do a post or two while I’m there next week. Then again, maybe not.

In the meantime, youse guys play nice.

Here’s Harry, the Creep, in 2006.

I’ve had it with all the Washington bullshit.

via iOTW

It’s true. Behold the countdown clock at the Maya Cove Restaurant in Fort Collins, Colorado, albeit with “Saby’s” name misspelled.

We will be there on August 5th and 6th.

I’m starting to feel like a farookin’ Beatle.

At a time when virtually everything about the Federal Government sickens me, this story was a welcome relief.

Thanks to Da Chef of da Future.

Behold former democrat Congressthing Cynthia McKinney on Iranian television telling the interviewer that the American government assassinated Martin Luther King, John Kennedy and Malcolm X.

Allow me to retort.

Dear Ms. McLoathsome:

I will happily purchase for you a one-way ticket to the Islamic Paradise of Iran, the only catch being that you must stay there for the rest of your worthless life.

Think (if that’s possible) it over. I am serious as a heart attack about this.

Jimbo

The assholes who voted for this woman in the past should be ashamed of themselves.

via Weasel Zippers. Thanks to reader Dick for the pointer.

Thanks to da Chef of da Future.

Maybe it’s the triple digit temperatures we have been experiencing (the morning groundpounds have been most uncomfortable), and maybe current events (e.g. The One’s snot-nosey, petulant demeanor) have worn me out. Whatever the reason, I just don’t feel like blogging today.

With luck, my enthusiasm will return tomorrow.

Later, peeps.

When politicians talk comfortably about “billions” and “trillions” of dollars, the numbers are so large that they lose their significance.

Here’s how billions and trillions of dollars would look in real money.

Pretty unnerving, no?

via iOTW