Charo, who, to most people, is best known for wearing sparse, sequined outfits, shaking her ass and saying “Cuchi-Cuchi,” has another talent, which is quite remarkable. Samples of other songs are here.

From the Anchoress, via reader, Dick.

Now that The One has identified himself as an ass kicker, I got to thinking about just whose asses might he actually be capable of kicking.

Elton John

Kieth Richards

Helen Thomas

Kermit

Olive Oyl

Kitten

Amy Winehouse

Taco Bell Dog

Bunny Rabbit

Dopey

As many of you know, I am not a gadget guy. I have never used an ATM, and when I watch television, it is an RCA that is probably thirty years old. I suppose my crowning achievement to date is that I can store and retrieve telephone numbers in my cell phone and put a destination in my GPS. I’m also pretty good with a blow dryer.

As part of the long process of relocating to the House By The Parkway (South), I now have a flat screen HD TV (not the one that is roughly the size of the JumboTron – that will come a bit later, after the purchase of a suitably sized entertainment center), with a DVD player and a DVR. I also have a remote control unit that looks much like the control panel on the space shuttle. Figuring it all out is giving me the vapors.

I figured out how to turn on the TV, pop up the Guide and change channels. Not a bad start. I was watching a program on the History Channel when I realized that, at that same time, there was a program on the Discovery Channel that I would like see as well. No problemo. After all, I now have a DVR. After more than a little bit of searching around on the mondo remote, I saw the button that was marked “My DVR.” I figured, “Yo, this is ‘my DVR,’” so took a deep breath and went for it.

A message immediately popped up on the screen that said something like, “THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH THE STORAGE DISC. Blah blah blah.” What it was really saying was, “This is your DVR speaking. I can tell you are a techno-asshole, and I shall mock you and torment you, and I shall not cooperate with you.”

Now you can see why I don’t use ATMs. If I were to use an ATM, I would push the buttons on the damned thing and it would say, “Money? You want me to hand you money? Surely you jest. Asshole.”

Oh, did I mention that we also have new telephones? Indeed we do.

The instruction book looks like the Manhattan phone directory. Just the table of contents runs about a dozen pages. For example, you can make a cell phone call from your home phone (Why?); you can take a cell phone call on your home phone (Why?); you can stick your cell phone directory into the memory of the home phone (Might make sense but actually doing it is about as complicated as a moonshot); you can put a cell phone call on hold while you take a regular call, and you can conference in a shitload of people. I’ll bet it has a feature that will wipe your heiney if you hold it next to your ass and press “*wipe.”

If I seem crabby, it’s because I’ll be spending the next few weeks buried in instruction manuals.

Actually, I’m Caught in Teh Lazy.

I’ve been groundpounding with an iPod, which takes my mind away from the time I customarily use to think about goofy stuff to write. The upside is that I have been listening to tunes I haven’t listened to in quite a while, such as this from the great Stevie Ray Vaughan.

Here is the MTV-type video.

Here he is playing it live.

He was amazing, and died way too young. When I was at a blogmeet in Austin in 2006 a bunch of us did the pilgrimage to see the Stevie Ray Vaughan statue, the existence of which provides additional proof that Texans have their shit together.

Omaha

Juno

Sixty-six years ago today, American, British and Canadian forces stormed those beaches in Normandy while airborne and glider troops were dropped behind enemy lines, 156,000 troops in total.

Everything was on the line that day.

Success was far from certain, but failure was not an option.

I was doing this morning’s groundpound while plugged into my iPod. I can do that at the House By The Parkway (South) without seriously risking being turned into road pizza. My iPod contains a little over three-thousand songs, all of which were taken from my CDs. I listened many of the CDs long ago, or I only may have listened to them once or twice. As such, putting the iPod on Shuffle often produces some terrific “surprises.”

This song done by Bonnie Raitt was today’s surprise and has become today’s earworm. This is not the Bonnie Raitt version on my iPod, as this is a duet with Alison Krauss. No matter, I get a huge kick out of the song and Alison Krauss’ fiddle and background singing is good.

As much as I can’t stand Bonnie Raitt’s mindless politics, when it comes to singing and guitar playing, she is just too good to ignore.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, my Beloved Gibson was delivered to a relative’s house the day we arrived in Florida, and I have been itching to see it since then.

Here is a photo of the box in which it was returned. Apparently, the UPS guy delivering it said, “Somebody’s got a new toy. If he doesn’t want it, I’ll take it.”

I opened the box and examined my case. Gibson cautions that sometimes cases can be scratched while in their hands. The case looked as good as ever. In fact, I was never happier to see it. Here are top and side views of the case. I like to think that the big, orange “T” on the case (bought after the first blogmeet at Eric’s) might have gotten the guitar a little bit of special attention from the Gibson folks in Nashville.

I then feasted my eyes on the guitar itself. In addition to doing the repairs on the cracks in the body (and, as it turns out, in one of the braces), cleaning and setting up the fretboard and bridge, they cleaned it all up. Beautiful! Here are two views of the guitar and a close up of the headstock (all taken with a cell phone camera). Beautiful.

I then sat down and tuned it up (guitars are shipped with slack strings) and WOW! It plays like a dream and sounds as good as the day I bought it more than 45 years ago. No, it actually sounds better now, because the wood has aged all those years.

I take my hat off to the Gibson luthiers. They did a wonderful job. It was worth the money and worth the wait. Oh, and I also learned from the Gibson folks that the actual model name of the guitar is a “Southern Jumbo.” Go figure. Back when I bought it, all I knew about the model name was that it was the “Model I Could Afford.”

Excuse me; I’ve got a bit of playin’ to do.

The Horsemen, a precision flying team that flies F-8F Bearcats performs in this video with the Navy’s Blue Angels. As one of the original Blue Angels explains in the video, when the Blue Angels were formed in 1946, they flew Hellcats for approximately three months before they switched to Bearcats. Watching the reaction of one of the original Blue Angels to the performance was terrific. It’s a great video.

Via Big Geek Daddy; lots of good stuff there

Wow! It’s Vice President Joe Biden! Mr. Vice President, may I ask you a couple questions?

You must be crazy. I have nothing to say to you.

Why is that?

Because you’re nothing but a horse’s ass.

I figure it takes one to know one.

Hmmmmm OK, what would you like to know?

Never mind.

A special day for those of us who were fortunate enough to come home to remember those who didn’t.

May they rest in peace.