The Friday PANT!

Amanda's BACK!

See also: Special Salute to Breasts Category

BOUDIN Links

http://www.boudinlink.com/

http://halfass.com/blah/2003/05/09/boudin-king-boudin-capital-of-the-universe/

To try it yourself:

http://www.cookinglouisiana.com/Cooking/Recipes/Meat/Boudin%20recipe.htm

where is all the Hubub...bub

I guess Im the only loser still looking at this sight waiting for Universal Justice: PartDeux

Domingo Manana Haiku

Hola amigo
Estoy cansado, por que?
Una cerveza...

Big E's Friday Sizzle!!!

I hope this one is big enough for you Shark!!! The pic that is...Happy Friday Everyone!!!!

Ax Mrs. Chicken Pant

I am sorry to report to the 'bubbers that Mrs. Chicken Pants has flown the coup with one Mr. Speedo Shades Waterfowl. They are currently vacationing in the Dry Tortugas on there way to Venezuela!
Mrs. Chicken Pants asks for your understanding, after all it is an affair of the heart! She has stated that she would hope that questions would still be left in the comments portion of this post and she will answer all when she returns.
As of now it seems that Mrs. Chicken Pants will be back after Christmas unless Mr. Speedo Shades Waterfowl pisses her off...then she will return earlier.

Note: Mrs. Chicken Pants tends to gets bored of her lovers after about 2 months. Yes it is a pattern!

Find New Music You Already Like: Pandora

A few weeks back we had a thread, "F**k The Beatles, What New Music Are You Listening To." It was fun and informative, but I came with two thoughs: one, how much great new music there is that I am missing; and two, how hard it is to find music you like considering how little time we have, and how much stuff there is to pick through.

I think found the answer in Pandora. Pandora is an amazing online music service that allows you to program your own personal radio stations, based on music you know you already like. But Pandora does more than just play the music you've told it you like, it plays the music you didn't even know you liked.

Pandora is the child of the Music Genome Project (MGP). The MGP is a group of musicians and techies who came together to create the most comprehensive analysis of music
ever done The MGP identified hundreds of musical attributes or "genes". These individual genes, strung together like DNA, capture the unique qualities of a song - everything from melody, harmony and rhythm, to instrumentation, orchestration, arrangement, lyrics, singing and vocal harmony. Over the past 6 years, the MGP has analyzed the DNA of the music of over 10,000 different artists, ranging from popular to obscure, and continue analyze new music.

The problem, the MGP found, was how to use this wealth data they collected on popular (and not-so popular) music. The solution was Pandora, and it is an amazing tool.

The Pandora web app works simply and elegantly, smoothly transitionaing between songs (both visually and sonically), with CD quality audio, and the usual assortment of music player controls. Pandora, however, also gives you Tivo-like "thumbs up/thumbs down" control over the music, allowing you to refine the stations you've created, and literally teach Pandora about your musical preferences. Press "thumbs up" on a song and you tell Pandora, "Yes more like this, please." Press "thumbs down" and you let Pandora know that its missed the mark on your musical tastes. Pandora then refines its choices for your station based on your input.

There are lots of other nice features, like the abiltity to create a new station based on the artist or song that's playing, or the abiltity to buy the song from iTunes, or album from Amazon right from within Pandora, to name a few.

Try it our for yourself and let us know what new music you've found, or better yet, share your station with us (another Pandora feature) and we'll listen for ourselves.

http://www.pandora.com/

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Talk Like a Pirate Day*...

Every September 19th is always "Talk Like a Pirate Day". There's less than two hours left. Arrr!

* Mahoney: Please Explain.

Snooks Eaglin

http://www.bluesaccess.com/No_38/snooks.html

Snooks Eaglin, a staple at the Rock n' Bowl and a New Orleans legend.

Beer Cannon Montage

I would like to point out that no tasty beers were harmed during filming. For the history of beer cannon go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJsoybEdm84

Sunday Morning Haiku...

Big E's Friday Sizzle

Let's hear it for football!!!!!

The Friday RANT!

Is it Friday?



Time for The Hubbub's Friday RANT!

Unload whatever's on your mind in the Comments section below.

Choice...

A) How to Dissuade Yourself from Becoming a Blogger.

B) How to Persuade Yourself to Become a Blogger!

C) Whatever you do, DO NOT click here.

Starry's New Magic Trick

I thought I'd do something different and post a magic trick that I just made up. Don't comment to everyone how it's done after you've replayed it over and over in slow motion to figure it out. Just enjoy the magic.

Those posting rules again?

Can we post about Arabs?
How about Arab-American comedians who went to Fordham with us?

Can we post about intelligent design?
How about evolution? How about the evolution of dance?

Can we post about pajamas?
How about these pajamas?
Win a pair of pajamas!

Can we post photos of Mick Jagger as well?


One last question...
Does a hyperlink to photos of women and beer bongs meet the test of an acceptable post?

Ax Mrs. Chicken Pants

Dear Mrs. Chicken Pants,
That is a hot little bird you are flying with now-a-days. He has a European flare to him which leads me into my question. Which is faster, the unladen European or African swallow? I also can not help but wonder seeing that you are Mrs. Chicken Pants, How does Mr Chicken Pants deal with all this messing around in the coop?

-Raw62

Mrs. Chicken Pants Response:
Mrs. Chicken Pants thanks you for your interest in her love life Raw. Mr. Speedo Shades Waterfowl is currently making Mrs. Chicken Pants very happy. For those who are curious he is a Black-Crowned Night Heron. And yes, he is very migratory to Mrs. Chicken Pants dismay. But the pluses outweigh the negatives.
Mr. Chicken Pants was a champion Cock fighter in his day but unfortunately did no know when to retire and was killed in an unfortunate fight against a young Cock named "Ricko"! For more information on this cruel sport please check out the following link.
http://www.hsus.org/hsus_field/animal_fighting_the_final_round/cockfighting_fact_sheet/

As for your question...Although 47 of the 74 worldwide swallow species are found in Africa, only two species are named after the continent: the West African Swallow (Hirundo domicella) and the South African Swallow (Hirundo spilodera), also known as the South African Cave Swallow.
Since the range of the South African Swallow extends only as far north as Zaire, I felt fairly confident that this was the non-migratory African species referred to in previous discussions of the comparative and cooperative weight-bearing capabilities of African and European swallows. Kinematic data for both African species was difficult to find, but the Barn or European Swallow (Hirundo rustica) has been studied intensively, and kinematic data for that species was readily available. The average cruising airspeed velocity of an unladen European Swallow is roughly 11 meters per second, or 24 miles an hour. Mrs. Chicken Pants apologizes that she could not find information on the African Swallows velocity but hopefully this link will help clarify the subject. http://www.style.org/unladenswallow/


Dear Mrs. Chicken Pants:
I have a tremendous urge to devour a tofu-chicken dinner off of that tablecloth you pass off as a jumpsuit.

-Stalwart

Mrs. Chicken Pants Response:
Mrs. Chicken Pants understands that her fashion is not for everyone and appreciates your back handed critique. She also thanks you for your sensitivity in choosing tofu-chicken as your entree! Also, FYI, Mr. Speedo Shades Waterfowl has flown south for the winter big guy:) wink, wink!



Please leave questions for Mrs. Chicken Pants in the Comments section of this post.


As always, Mrs. Chicken Pants is very busy eating bugs and fending off unwanted advances from single Roosters but she has assured me that she will be able to find the time to answer questions at least once a week.

StingRay Bar...

The man now known as StingRay Bolger (Stalwart on this site) was also known as Shark for a time, after years of being known as Snake. I forget his birth name. And didn't we refer to cold cans of Schaefer beer as Sharks in college? Where am I going with all of this? I don't know. But sea life seems to be one of the more predominantly commented upon topics in The Hubbub this weekend and I took the above photo outside of The Spring Lounge (better known as The Shark Bar) this summer thinking it might be worthwhile material for a future Hubbub post: Shark downing a Shark pint. [Perhaps our many readers can come up with a better caption.] This review describes it as a "corner tavern [that] feels more like a funky tourist joint on Bourbon Street than a Nolita local." The Shark Bar might very well be a worthwhile detour from The Hubbub Pub Crawl Challenge.

Sunday Morning Haiku

Forty-two yesterday
Sing Happy Birthday to me
Okay, gotta pee

Don't forget, nuclear war will start September the 12th, 2006...

The alarming news this Sunday morning in Haiku form:

The world ends Tuesday
So head for Cincinnati
Not much time to spare

Important video evidence here!

Photoshop this baby...

Somehow stumbled across this Photoshop contest a while back. It wasn't all that interesting until I got to Submission #38.

Submission #29, of course, is not allowed on The Hubbub.

Here's that Bob Dylan video spoof you've been expecting...

Click here.

A Parody for The Crocodile Hunter

(to the tune of Peter Frampton's "Show Me The Way")

Hello, I am Steve Irwin
I'm an Aussie T.V. star
Yes I taunt the animals
Go everywhere they are...
I'll punch an anaconda
Crunch a crock, Crikey!
You know my luck it held out
Till I went out to sea...

(chorus) I Was Due!!! Fuckin' Sting Ray!!!
I Was Due!!! Fuckin' Sting Ray!!!

I'm swimming in a circle
The sharks, I'm kicking now
I must engage the wildlife
I can piss off a sea cow

(chorus) I Was Due!!! Fuckin' Sting Ray!!!
I Was Due!!! Fuckin" Sting Ray!!!

Who can I believe in?
A fish or a giraffe?
All God's creatures are our friends...
But Nature has the final laugh...

(chorus) I Was Due!!! Fuckin' Sting Ray!!!
I Was Due!!! Fuckin' Sting Ray!!!

Happy 40th Birthday Star Trek!

On September 8th, 1966, directly following Daniel Boone, a new science fiction television program premiered on NBC. That show, as you all well know, was Star Trek.

On April 8th, 1985, 18 years and 7 months after Star Trek's premier, the cult Super 8 classic Star Trak was filmed on Fordham University's campus in the Bronx.

Is it...

Friday?


















Time for The Hubbub's Friday RANT!

Unload whatever's on your mind in the Comments section below.

Monomania Therapist...

It had been a month since the incident. Before finishing his morning coffee at work that day, and after a quick check of the site, he found himself summarily locked out and ejected from the team blog he oh so loved. He was a lone blogger once more, banished to the attic. Why had he so insisted on the importance of that post?! Its "democracy-masked" political content didn't necessarily resonate with him. It was just a cut and paste from one of those mass emails he occasionally received. But he had treacherously crossed the line on the agreed upon rules. For what? The whistle was blown. He was offsides. Posting had become a numbers game to him, a weekly notching of the belt, a future graph with a trend line. His ugly, unfair and eventually public attack on the site's self-appointed editor was indefensible in its outrage and tone. The editor's intentions were nothing but good here and had always been in the best interest of the site. It was he who was in the wrong. He apologized - perhaps a bit too excessively - to the editor and the spiritual founders of the journal in a later email when he got home that night. And yes, he did receive an email back less than a day later: "OK you have groveled enough. I accept your apology." This was quickly followed by another email with a blogger.com link inviting him to rejoin as a team member. But he remained deeply hesitant, troubled by the personal implications of his unhealthy obsession for the site, his fixation on it, his...MONOMANIA!

In psychiatry, monomania is a type of paranoia in which the patient has only one idea or type of ideas. Emotional monomania is that in which the patient is obsessed with only one emotion or several related to it. Intellectual monomania is that which is related to only one kind of delirious idea or ideas. The difference between monomania and passion can be very subtle and difficult to recognize.

The 19th century writer Edgar Allan Poe would often write tales in which the narrator and protagonist would suffer some form of monomania, becoming excessively fixated on an idea, an urge, an object, or a person, often to the point of mental and/or physical destruction.

Many of the tales in Poe's "The Black Cat and other stories" deal explicitly with monomaniacal behavior:

1. The Black Cat (a man fears his cat and kills it, adopts another cat, kills his wife, and is then punished by the cat)
2. The Oval Portrait (about a painter who is obsessed with painting his wife)
3. Berenice (about a madman who wants to marry his sick cousin only for her beautiful teeth)
4. The Red Death (a prince fears a terrible disease but finally gets ill from the red death and dies)

Before he could accept the generous invitation to rejoin the team blog, he needed to sort things out and take stock of himself. He felt he needed professional help first. He needed a therapist of some sort. He needed a...MONOMANIA THERAPIST!

DR. W.R. THORNTON
OK. This is our third session. Let's see. Looking over my notes here. Our last session. OK. We agreed that your feelings of proprietorship towards the site were misplaced, and that you were a real whiney ass about having your post removed. We then talked about your working on getting more balance in your life. And...and I know your sensitivity on this point, we agreed it wasn't exactly that you needed to get a life. When we ended you said you were determined to say YES to trying new things, and we wrote a few of those down here. So, how's the...the glass blowing, knitting and, umm, T-shirt screenprinting going?

CJM
Fine. Did you get the beer can cozy I knitted you? I sent it regular mail.

DR. W.R. THORNTON
Uh, uh, yes. Yes I did. Yeah, that'll really help keep those English beers I don't drink at normal room temperature if the furnace ever breaks down in winter I suppose. It's over there on the bookshelf next to the glass blown vase you sent the week before. Just curious, was the vase broken when you sent it?

CJM
Yes.

DR. W.R. THORNTON
Hmmm. No need to send me a T-shirt. I...I...I really only wear button downs anyway. Were there any other new things you pursued? I have here that you also thought you might want to try jumping out of a moving car...I mean, parachute out of a plane. Have you done...

CJM
I think I'm ready to go back in.

DR. W.R. THORNTON
Go back...really?! But, but...your MONOMANIA! Are you sure you're still not too fixated on the site? What about your excessive posting, all that hyperlinking, your...

CJM
I'm ready. It's been a month. Haven't had the site bookmarked in over three weeks. Unsubscribed from that Feedblitz thing. Haven't read a post in 23 days. I've been balancing my life more. OK, OK, I'll say it, getting a life! And I'm doing more than just what we wrote down last time. I've been spending less time on the computer and giving my family the time and attention they deserve. I've reduced my television viewing considerably: cut out those talking head cable shows and C-Span entirely. I'm eating more foods high in fiber content, like humble pie for instance. Stopped hanging my coat on that stationary bike in the living room and started actually using it three times a week...OK, OK, twice a week. Found time to finish that borrowed copy of "An Inconvenient Truth." Thanks Al. I even read the front and back of the book jacket of my college friend's scholarly tome. But most importantly, I haven't once googled for a Keith Richards photo. Not once! I really think I'm cured.

DR. W.R. THORNTON
You've still got twenty minutes left in your session.

CJM
Hmmm. Not enough time for you to figure out that dream of mine where I show up at school naked and never go swimming...I mean, I mean...my friend's dream. Well look, I am a little bit nervous about rejoining and posting again. So much time has passed. I'm worried everybody still thinks I'm an asshole.

DR. W.R. THORNTON
Don't worry. They all still do.

CJM
They...they DO?!!

DR. W.R. THORNTON
Maybe. Nothing you can do to change that anyway. Look, you gotta ease back into the thing. Just drop in a post quietly in the dead of night. See what happens. And remember: NO P-L-TI-S and NO R-L-GI-N! Give it two days, then go back and drop in that Bob Dylan video spoof you found on YouTube. Maybe that'll make 'em laugh and forget why they're mad at you. Most of those guys just love Dylan, like I love Dixie beer with my grits Sunday mornings.

CJM
OK, OK, you've given me the courage doctor. I'm going to beam back up...I mean, go back in.

DR. W.R. THORNTON
G-dspeed to you. Oh, and one more thing.

CJM
Yes?

DR. W.R. THORNTON
Watch out for ----------. He's still got you in the crosshairs.

CJM
I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. Watch out for who?

DR. W.R. THORNTON
Time's up. Our session's over.

He left Thornton's office and grabbed a slice of pineapple pizza at that takeout joint, the one in between the P&G and O'Brien's, that Guinness-serving pub he liked with the autographed Angela Lansbury photo on the wall above a Beatles-only jukebox. While focusing on a Lasik eye surgery ad on the subway ride home he vowed that this would be the night, his weekly horoscope warning be damned. He would go in quietly, after midnight. At 12:07 AM he rejoined the blog, then logged onto the site to post for the first time in a long time. His heart raced. There it was. The "Create new post" tab. He clicked on it. That blank white space again, ready for words. He started typing. Furiously. The keyboard sounded like a symphony. It seemed like an hour flew by but it had really only been a few minutes. He stopped, looked up and read his post over. No typos. Good. His heart wasn't racing anymore. He felt strangely serene. He wasn't sure if ending posts with a little visual sizzle was still de rigeur. Better safe than sorry. He decided to show a little leg.

Friday Rant

I am sick and tired of poeple forgetting to post the FRIDAY RANT!!!