The time I could have spent thinking about what to write and then actually writing something, I spent looking at this amazing series of color photos of various places in the United States between 1939 and 1943. If you’re a fan of American social history, or a photography buff, these are worth your time.

Found them at Cousin Jack’s place.

Take a look at a Korean teacher explaining to his students the meaning of certain English swear words, their pronunciation and how and when one should use them. I laughed out loud. No kidding.

I do not recommend that you watch this video at work, as some real gems just pop up without warning.

via iOwnTheWorld.com

Stoked.

The Usual Suspects will be heading to the Count Basie Theater in Red Bank to see this guy. Yes!

Update: Dion was farookin’ fabulous. He did a load of his most popular songs and a few featuring just him and his acoustic guitar, which he plays quite well and always has, even though his guitar playing was not featured in the early days. The guy just turned seventy, and he sounds like he did when he was in his twenties. Oh, and his band also kicks some serious ass. It was a great concert.

The only bad part was the age of the audience members. I figure I’m not nearly as old as they are. 🙂

On the subject of the recent U.S. District Court ruling gutting Arizona’s illegal immigration law:

It would be better to see Chinese tanks rolling down Phoenix’s Central Avenue than to be ruled by the socialist quislings who control the federal government and our courts. At least then everyone would understand that America is under enemy occupation and cannot let it continue.

Read it all.

The goal of good marketing is to establish strong associations between the marketed brand and things like logos, tag lines, jingles and even simple but distinctive sounds. Taking this little test demonstrates how successful marketers can be at establishing those connections, often without us realizing that we’ve been taught something we never intended to learn.

The test takes about a minute, and it’s fun. (I scored 18/20).

Thanks to my pal Rich from my hometown.

These two videos certainly loosened my bowels. They show hundreds of alligators in the Okefenokee Swamp engaging in a feeding frenzy (the more genteel term apparently is “cooperative feeding”).

In the first video, two good ol’ boys (clearly not from Jersey) are having a great time piloting their boat through this mass of thrashing alligators. Good Christ!

In the second video, the same two good ol’ boys are laughing at two other people also piloting their boat through the gators, but clearly not enjoying the experience.

The news story is here.

I won’t be going to the Okefarookin’fenokee Swamp any time soon — that’s for shit sure.

Catfish sent me this gem.

The P-51 played a pivotal role in WWII by virtue of its capability to successfully escort American bombers deep into Europe. Prior to the introduction of the P-51, American bomber groups had to fly the last leg of their missions without fighter escorts, and, as such, had served as target practice for German Messerschmitts. (A detailed history of the P-51 Mustang is here.)

If you are at all interested in the World War II and the valor of the men who stepped into such machines to fly into enemy territory and possibly have to go one-on-one with an enemy fighter pilot, take a look at this amazing hi-def photo of the inside of the cockpit of a P-51 Mustang. Please give it time to fully load in order to see the photo in full color and to use the features permitting an up-close and 360-degree view of everything in the cockpit. (You can see one fly and listen to the sound of its engine here.)

I am in awe of such machines and the men who flew them.

Thanks to Jumpmaster Lou for the link.

I’d like a corned beef on rye, please.

Yes sir. Coming right up.

Was everything OK?

The sandwich was good, but I have a problem with the bill. You charged me $8,759.00 for the sandwich. Is this some kind of joke?

Well, I needed a little stimulus.

Don’t be a wiseass. It says right here on the menu that the price of a corned beef sandwich is $4.95.

It’s a living and breathing menu.

Hello, Rahm. I want a Diner Czar appointed by tomorrow!

Andrew Klavan examines The One’s Craptalk.

Enjoy.

Via Moonbattery

Check this out. No bugles; just drums. Some amazing things going on here. Be sure to watch it until the end. Wow!

Via Big Geek Daddy