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The Dark Ages

I am in Sylacauga, Alabama, The Marble City, town from where the white stone for the Washington Monument was quarried, also hometown of Jim Nabors. My Holiday Inn express is on the Jim Nabors Highway or I-280. Tomorrow I continue in my quest to remain the supplier of a critical raw material, a sale much to profitable to Kelldog, as a raw material supplier. Anyhow on with the story. After checking in and obtaining the neccesary hotel evening accoutrements, I settled into a National Geographic TV program entitled, "The Dark Ages". It started with a hypothesis that the time period we refer to as The dark ages around 500-600 AD were in fact dark days.
Historical writings from at least 12 different locations in the world all report a period of time lasting 18 months to 2 years when there were dramatic climate changes and what is reported as a dimming of the sun and shortening of the days and cold wave. This climate change around 550 AD resulted in recorded major crop failures in western Europe and warring and tumultuous times for the starving peoples from Ireland to Italy. Chinese writings report a dimming of the sun and the belief that the sun had lost its power to never regain again. The Japanese emporer at the time reports the uselessness of gold and pearls when the masses starve at his doorstep. St. John of Ephesius writes of a global event like one never seen before that involves the sun and the earths climate. These writings all coincide in the 500-600 AD period.
The connection was made to recent geological evidence of a violent and massive explosion originating at the Volcano Krakatoa. Krakatoa is situated atop the world most active volcanic eruption activity in recorded history. It has destroyed itself and rebuilt itself through massive eruptions over the millenia. The geologic evidence presented investigated a cliffside on one the barrier islands to Krakatoa. Layer upon layer of sediment along with carbon dating detail a history back to at least 6600 BC and the eruptions since. Strong evidence of the connection is a layer of sediment hugely dissproportionate to the other in the time frame of 500-600 AD. This sediment shows an explosion that theoretically was so big it could have spewed enough material and emissions into earths atmosphere to create what we call "The Dark Ages". Now you know the whole story.

In Remembrance of Me.

While I did not attend Fordham U and am still somewhat confused by the whole Start Trek thing with you guys, please make a quiet moment today to remember Mr. Gene Roddenberry. Born: 8-21-21 Died 10-24-91 May the Force be with you gene.

White & Nerdy

Any resemblance to any Hubbub contributors is purely coincidental.

THE WORLD'S TEN GREATEST LAB ACCIDENTS

10. In 800 AD, a team of Chinese alchemists trying to synthesize an "elixir of immortality" from saltpeter, sulfur, realgar and dried honey, instead invented GUNPOWDER.

9. In 1675, German scientist Hennig Brand stored 50 buckets of his urine in a cellar for months hoping it would turn to gold. Instead it yielded a waxy, glowing goo that spontaneously burst into flame! He had invented a practical form of Phosphorus that eventually led to Edison's LIGHT BULB many years later.

8. In 1755, furthering his experiments with electricity, Benjamin Franklin electrocuted a live turkey. He had invented PROCESSED SMOKED TURKEY BREAST (with flavorful feather bits).

7. In 1950, mild-mannered Dr. David Banner, while working on Gamma rays to create a new weapon to extinguish the Red Menace, irradiated himself to become THE INCREDIBLE HULK.

6. In 1929, Sir Alexander Fleming, already reknown for his discovery of penicillin, sneezed into a bacterial sample and noticed that his nasal mucous kept the microbes in check. He had invented what later came to be marketed as...SUPER SNOT PILLS...(you may remember the old jingle from the ad: "It may taste like boogers but it's S'NOT! It's Super Snot Pills!"

5. In 1964, Elvis Aron Presley was stoned out of his gourd in the basement at Graceland at about 5 AM and got hungry. He grabbed the first three things he could pry out of the unconscious hands of his Memphis Mafia pals, slapped it between two pieces of bread and grilled it with a stick of butter... The FRIED BANANA PEANUT BUTTER AND CHEESE SANDWICH was born.

4. In 2005, a fireball created at the Relativistic Heavy Ion Supercollider in Upton, New York had the same characteristics as a black hole. Physicists there were reasonably sure that no such black holes could escape and consume the earth. Reasonably sure.

3. In 1943, Swiss chemist Albert Hoffman inadvertently absorbed a small quantity of lysergic acid through his fingertips. He tripped for days and the AGE OF LSD was born.
Incidentally, Hoffman just turned 100 last January and he says he's feeling "simply groovy, man."

2. In 1992, after a drug trial in Wales, male subjects reported that while the sildenafil citrate they took did nothing for their angina, it did have an unusual side effect. Hello vicar! Hello VIAGRA!!

1. In 1979, a mild-mannered adolescent from Philly awoke one summer morning after a huge house bash (because his parents were away for the weekend), filled the bong with ice-cold Gennesee Cream Ale and then tossed into the bowl a delicate mix of Jamaican Red Sensimilla and Turkish Hashish. Thus was born the greatest Lab Accident of all time...SMELLY'S PSYCHEDELIC BREAKFAST SALAD!!!

live LARGE: A 15th Anniversary Tribute

15 years ago today there was this gathering. The next year there was another, and it was larger. In each subsequent year, another gathering, each larger than the year before. Until 8 years had passed and there was a final gathering. 15 years ago today it all began.
Long live live LARGE!









*Photos courtesy of CJM.

Happy 80th Birthday to The King Of Rock and Roll

The real King of Rock and Roll, Chuck Berry turns 80 today (don't even try to talk to me about Elvis, or as I like to call him, the Vanilla Ice of rock 'n roll).

Honorary Poekicker, John Lennon said it best, "If you tried to give rock and roll another name, you might call it 'Chuck Berry'."


Chuck's had many highs and lows in his career. One of the highs was the 1986 movie "Hail! Hail! Rock 'n' Roll" which documented a 60th birthday concert that included an all-star band featuring Keith Richards as the musical leader, Eric Clapton, Etta James, Robert Cray and Linda Ronstadt.

One of the lows was in 1990 when Chuck Berry was sued by several women who claimed that he had installed a video camera in the ladies' bathrooms at two of his St. Louis restaurants. This event was chronicled in the classic Poekickers song "Hail! Hail! Poop 'n' Pee."

Hail! Hail! Poop 'n' Pee (lyrics)
Hail! Hail! Poop 'n' Pee!
I love it when when she poops on me
She squats down low and opens wide
Then she lets out what's inside
Can you imagine the way I felt?
Or even worse they way I smelt!

Hail! Hail! Poop 'n' Pee!
I love it when she pees on me
She squats down low and opens wide
Then she lets out what's inside
She hits me with her golden stream
I makes me shout it makes me scream
Hail! Hail! Poop 'n' Pee!


Happy birthday Chuck!

Got any Bill Murray stories?*

*Mahoney: I know you have one.
*Mrs. O': I know you have two!
Please retell those stories in the Comments section below.
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Bill Murray Parties with Scottish Students
By THOMAS WAGNER
Associated Press Writer

October 16, 2006, 9:39 AM EDT

LONDON --
Bill Murray created a small sensation in the Scottish town of St. Andrews, joining Scandinavian students at a late-night party and even helping to wash the dishes, a newspaper reported Sunday.

In the movie "Lost in Translation," Murray plays a lonely middle-aged actor in Japan who befriends a young American woman and goes partying with her.

And in what The Sunday Telegraph said was life imitating art, the 56-year-old Murray joined up with 22-year-old Norwegian student Lykke Stavnef, who took him to a house where a student party was in full swing.

"Nobody could believe it when I arrived at the party with Bill Murray," Stavnef, a social anthropology student, was quoted as saying. "He was just like the character in 'Lost in Translation.'"

The newspaper reported that Murray met Stavnef at a bar where he was drinking with fellow golfers after playing in the Oct. 5-8 Alfred Dunhill Links Championship in St. Andrews with other actors.

To Stavnef's surprise, Murray accepted her invitation to a party and accompanied her and her friend to a party, the newspaper said.

She said she was first concerned when the apartment had no clean glasses left, but that Murray was happy to drink vodka from a coffee cup and also helped wash dishes in the cramped kitchen.

The Sunday Telegraph article was accompanied by a photograph that appears to show Murray, dressed in a checkered shirt and a brown vest, washing a metal pot at the sink.

As news spread around the city that Murray had turned up at the student party, the house became crowded with people wanting to meet the star of Ghostbusters," the article said.

"He was joking with me about reheating some leftover pasta and how drunk everyone was," said partygoer Agnes Huitfeldt, 22.

Tom Wright, 22, another college student, said "the party was overflowing with stunning Scandinavian blondes."

"He seemed to be in his element, cracking lots of jokes," Wright said. "It was the talk of the town the next day."

Shortly after doing the dishes, Murray left the party, the students said.

There are no longer any posting rules on The Hubbub...

The Hovering Birds

I sought peace
'mid the solace of
water and green.
God knew my needs;
He sent two of his creatures
winging to the islands:
great white birds,
slowly hovering.

They turned;
I swear they smiled
and settled on the
wading beach.
I never saw such beauty!
They encompassed, they
dominated
the waters,
the verdant islands,
the blue skies,
e'en the gray, distant trees.
These winged symbols of peace
stayed with me,
and my heart was glad!

-Olga Laird Hinckley

The original poem.

Flanked by the spiritual founders of The Hubbub...

On Central Park's Great Lawn there's an annual get together of the friends of Vinnie Kane. It's held near a bench with a plaque on it. It's a small plaque with a few words testifying to his 37 years. Vinnie died on 9-11. He was a firefighter. But the fact that so many people still get together every year to remember him is the real testament. And he seemed to have touched the lives of a lot of people, even in passing. But this post isn't about Vinnie, although it could be. If he were still around he just might be a Contributor to The Hubbub.

What this post is about, I think, is the fact that I was actually in the physical presence of the spiritual founders of the early 90s Hubbub for the first time since the creation of the online version in April. Here I am flanked by them in a purposefully altered photo:

And yes, I had to squint some with all that divine light shining down from the heavens upon them. Another Hubbub Contributor, Dennis, was with us today as well but was too busy being inspired by nature to join us for a photo. I suspect a new poem about hawks will be forthcoming. All four of us were friends of Vinnie. He was such a genuine, honest and truly likeable person. How could you not like Vinnie? We hoisted our plastic cups of beer to the memory of a good man who, ironically, didn't drink.

Don't Use Microsoft Word To Edit Your Posts

Every technical problem we have with this blog has to do a Microsoft product. They suck, they always implement proprietary components in their software, rather than just following the existing, agreed upon standards. Standards hurt their monopoly. If you can't get off Windows, for God's at least use Firefox as your browser.

Anyway Microsoft Word inserts characters in the text of your posts which break our RSS feed, so please stop using it.

I know one reason people use Word is for the spell checker. Firefox version 2 release candidate 2 (the final release version of Firefox ver.2 should be out by the end of the month) has an inline spell checker, so you can spell check your posts even if you're using the blogger post window for entering your text. Works just like Word, and you don't have to support an evil, non-standards compliant, monopoly.

Try it.

Meanwhile, I am leaving for a business trip and don't have time to fix the problem, so the feed will be down for a few days.

The Sunday Morning Haiku Is Closed*

Duck Pond

The bronze leaves play
a muted trumpet
with joy, deep-felt.
The perky piccolo expresses
for the yellow aspens
a mood, piquant, gay.

The scarlet maples
uninhibited,
blow a treble note
in unrestrained ecstasy;
while the deep green pines
strum a measured beat
on the wind's bass viol.

And on the shore, the tiny
waves
lap a background rhythm
on a sandy drum.

-Olga Laird Hinckley

The original poem.
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*Free-verse poetry
The only kind now allowed
On team blog Hubbub

"OK, now it's time for that first cup of coffee."

Trendline's looking good...

In case you're wondering, to turn that trendline into a "rocket" we need to make 40,000 posts this week:

A Saturday Afternoon Trifecta (almost)...

Went out for a walk this afternoon with the wife and baby. Got a bittersweet chocolate brownie and a $1 cup of hot apple cider at the Farmer's Market in Union Square, just me. Made our way down the west side of Broadway and at the 12th Street block stumbled upon a store with this child's outfit displayed in its window:

Further down at the 11th Street block stumbled upon this poster in a RadioShack window:

I felt it was destiny. Soon we would stumble upon some image of Dylan. We walked down to 8th Street and headed east. Near the Astor Place cube there were some folks selling record albums out of milk crates. I'm sure I could have found a Dylan album to take a photo of, but I would have had to pull one out, and probably only after several minutes of looking. I wanted to stumble across an image of Dylan, destiny remember? We continued east on St. Mark's Place and passed Grassroots Tavern, featured in this April post (see also: this post). But there was no Dylan image viewable in any of the storefronts between Cooper Union and 2nd Avenue, on either side. At 2nd Avenue my wife and baby finally left me to my obsession and headed to the playground.

On my own now I walked past the long line outside Pommes Frites and made my way into Love Saves the Day, the famous vintage store at 119 2nd Avenue (near 7th). The store was featured in the Madonna movie Desperately Seeking Susan and may or may not be just days away from closing its doors due to a huge rent hike (Google searches resulted in conflicting accounts; there may have been a deal struck). In any event, skyrocketing rents are reeking havoc on many East Village institutions these days, like the 2nd Avenue Deli and the renowned CBGBs, which is closing its doors this weekend for high rent-related reasons. CBGBs, as you all know, was the launchpad for many bands, including The Ramones (watch THIS video!), that legendary punk band fronted by Joey Ramone, who a number of the Contributors to this site famously met in 1986. By the way, did you know that Johnny Ramone was a Republican? Anyway, there were no Dylan-related kitsch items at Love Saves the Day to take a photo of, but there was a lot of Beatles stuff. I gave up and headed to the playground where family duties cried out.

So it wasn't destiny; I didn't complete the trifecta. But the street featured on the cover of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan album below is the one block long Jones Street, connecting West 4th Street and Bleecker in an area between 6th and 7th Avenue. And I can assure you, I have walked down that street, just not today. But I see that RAW62 covered us on Dylan today. Nice job! All in a day's work at The Hubbub. Beatles.

The Best Music Video Choreography Ever, part2

Saturday Bob-ku

Shots ring in the bar
Patty screams "My God they killed them all"
Hurricane was framed!

by raw62

Is it plagerism?
Senility setting in?
Or maybe, just poetic license taken to the extreme?

Swan Overlook

The sorrows of the day
lie heavy.
I seek solace,
I wander to peace.

There on calm waters
are the geese,
deliberate, philosophical,
accepting.

With infinite grace
they rise, scan, return.

Theirs not to question;
Theirs to accept with unrealized
gratitude.

Do I hear them say:
"Go thou and do likewise."

-Olga Laird Hinckley

The orginal poem.
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"I think I'll have my first cup of coffee now Stalwart. It being the weekend and all, I slept in a bit this morning."

Saturday Morning Suggestions...

Got a few suggestions for making The Hubbub better?
For getting more readers?
More Contributors?
For reducing attrition levels?

Drop them in the lunchbox (Comments section below).

If we stopped publishing The Hubbub and...

all humans disappeared from the Earth, in 50,000 years mankind's tenure would mostly be marked by a few archeological remains.

DU4JAY, We Hardly Knew Ye...

And by the way, who the Hell were you...before you went over to the Dark Side?! One thing's for certain, you posted a lot: more than Stalwart and just two shy of Smelly - both spiritual founders of the early '90s Hubbub.

Greasy Spoon Digest
Wake of the Flood
Katrina Dinner
Snooks Eaglin
Boudin Links
Louisiana Busted
What Would Basil Do?
Blogging: Not Just for Classic Dorks Anymore
Geriatric Rock

Let's make it official...

Is it Friday?



Time for The Hubbub's Friday "Hey, tell us what you do and don't give a rat's ass about!"

Unload in the Comments section below.

Geriatric Rock

I don't give a rat's ass about Mike Love!

I deleted the mini-poll by accident.
It didn't provide any insight anyway, just raised another question:
So, Does Mahoney give a rat's ass?
(Mahoney? You reading this site?)

The Hubbub XXX Is Closed

I will leave the blog up for a while for archival purposes.

Peace

A tree with water-buried trunk,
two buzzards a-top.
Three geeses lazily inch
beneath;
green glimpses over
woodlands.
Nature, a soundless artist,
brushes earth with
spring.

-Olga Laird Hinckley

The original poem.

Worst American foreign policy blunder ever

The Hubbub XXX: Uncut and Uncensored

This is my reply to CJM's comment on my edgy joke in the Hubbub earlier today.

Page 134 of the 9/11 Commission Report - One reliable source reported Bin Ladin's having met with Iraqi officials, who "may have offered him asylum."

No evidence of any collaborative operational relationship.

No evidence that Iraq cooperated with al Qaeda in developing or carrying out any attacks against the U.S.

No evidence that Iraq financially supported al Qaeda.

No WMDs.

Yeah, it really makes me want to run out and start a war with Iraq and get - among many other really bad results and very few significantly good ones - tens of thousands of young Americans' faces and genitals and limbs and immune systems and nervous systems and organs and brains and minds and lives mutilated.

The Best Music Video Choreography Ever

I don't have an original thought in my head, so I am relegated to re-posting YouTube shit.

(Sorry, for knocking you off the top of the blog, by the way Kelldog, another great contribution.)

Anyway, my 14 year old daughter turned my wife and I on to this video, and it floored us.

Enjoy.

Kelldog Reads the Stars

Weekly Horoscope October 9th

Aries: You have the energy and clout to get across your opinions this week. Others may challenge your ideas, well F**k them.
Taurus: Go ahead and indulge, you can justify just about anything if you set your mind to it. A partner may have different ideas, if so go out anyway but brush your teeth and shower before you climb into bed.
Gemini: Yes, you are feeling your wheaties, whatever that means.
Cancer: Uh, hope your ok this week. Enjoy....
Leo: Watch out, there is someone with bad intentions stalking you. Look over your shoulder when walking alone, DO NOT leave the house without neccesity beginning this week through Halloween. (Call Kelldog personal advice as listed below for more information.)
Virgo: Others trust your judgement, while you could never understand this, do your best and help out where possible. Tonight: Curb the funny stuff, rent Brians Song on DVD.
Libra: Sometimes you just need to disengage, visit your local tavern and make some new friends w the local boys. Get some balls too wimpo, invite new bar friends, Tracy, Jake and Spank over for Sunday football games on TV all day and then dinner, the wife wont mind. Play the birthday card!
Scorpio: Think before you act, it might be a first if you can achieve this...
Sagittarius: Did you ever get the sense that people think you are pushy? Well wake up and stop being so g-dammed ignorant and blind to everyone around you, you are a royal pain in the ass these days, lighten up.
Capricorn: The summer harvest is in, most farm stands have already sold out the fresh cobs. Begin to plan for the late fall lettuce and leafy greens crop. The time window is short before the first frost.
Aquarius: Dude, whats up, like , man, alls cool in your domain. Think about a trip to Manchester, England. Ever think of taking up equestrian training? Peace will rule your days this week.
Pisces: Equal rights for homosexuals are close at hand. Continue to protest for what is most important to you and your immediate needs and personal pleasure. Seize the day!

Personalized 5 Star Forecast: Call 1-800-Kelldog for your personal forecast for Love, Luck, Money, Health and Career. each call costs 99 cents per minute.

Arabic Joke...

Translation:

A Grain of Wheat
When Guha lost his mind, he started to believe that he was a grain of wheat. His biggest fear was that a chicken would eat him. His wife became tired and persuaded him to see a doctor, which he did. The doctor sent him to a mental hospital.

After a short while, it seemed as though Guha had recovered and regained his sanity. His wife fetched him from the hospital and walked him back home. On the way home, Guha saw some chickens walking on the road. He became very frightened and tried to hide behind his wife.

The wife could not understand what had got into him as they had just left the hospital and shouted at him: "What the hell do you think you are doing? Don't you understand that you're not a grain of wheat anymore?"

Guha replied in anguish, "It doesn't matter what I think! The important thing is whether these bloody chickens understand that I am not a grain of wheat."

Censor This!

A Yankee just attacked America so America should attack the Mets.

Octoberfest...

Riz was in town tonight on business. Dennis and I met up with him at The Heartland Brewery for comfort food (meatloaf and mashed potatoes) and a few pints of Smiling Pumpkin Ale:

We wanted to keep the night alive so we walked down to Bleecker Street to The Back Fence, but the band wasn't going on for an hour, until 8:30PM, so we used the bathroom and found our way over to Off The Wagon on MacDougal Street for some beers. Where to next? How about Zum Schneider's on 7th and Avenue C said Dennis. Great idea! And it's Octoberfest to boot! I paid for the cab and we arrived at the crowded bar with the Oompah band playing at full tilt at around 9PM. And yes, the table servers were all decked out in St. Pauli girl garb, as well as many of the patrons. The Bavarian indoor biergarten was crowded and festive. Octoberfest celebrations run through this Sunday. We eventually grabbed one of the outside tables and watched as those inside stood on the benches and danced to the music of the band. We ordered some raddi, which came with cheese and pickles and salt, along with a couple rounds of 8oz Octoberfest beers - it was a worknight and all and we had quite a few beers in us already. We felt German. And our attractive Austrian* waitress had us spending lots of Deutschmarks (Euros). Get yourself into New York to this Bavarian oasis in an unexplored part of the city; you won't be disappointed. Wonderbar!

*Her nationality revealed as follows:
Riz: "Where are you from?"
Her: "Austria."
Riz: "Oh, I guess you must like shrimp on the barbie then."
Her: "What?!"
Riz: "I thought everybody from down under liked their shrimp cooked over a barbecue grill."
Her: "I'm from Austria, not Australia!"
Riz: "Ohhh."
(To know the Riz is to totally understand this conversation.)
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Let's take a closer look:

Blogging: Not Just for Classic Dorks Anymore

Yes! That's right.

This impotent behavior has filtered into the pseudo cool crowd. Even this guy has the sense to write his b.s. down on a piece of paper and stick it in a drawer.

I mean who gives a rat's ass about Dylan, Beatles and lord knows Keith F-ing Richards anymore?

Then someone else posts about finding current music to listen to. WTF?

The Hubbub is a poster child of some sort...it's hard to put a finger on but the letter "L" comes to mind.

Not to mention the brand of dorky censorship purvayed (sp?).

The world will be better when everyone wakes up and realizes that blogging is a waste of time. Join rotary or chamber of commerce!

October 9, 1849...

On this day in 1849, The New York Daily Tribune published Edgar Allan Poe's last poem, "Annabel Lee." Poe had died two days earlier, from mysterious causes and in odd circumstances, even for him -- theories include political thugs, rabies, brain lesion, or the most likely, a final binge either chosen or forced upon him by brothers of his newly-betrothed, who viewed Poe's interest in their sister as opportunism. (More here.)

YEE HAA!!!

Click here for video of the blast.

At John's Tittenhurst house on August 22, 1969...

The Beatles didn't know it would be their last day together.

And Happy Birthday John.

Sunday Night Haiku

Where is the Haiku?
Why was it not here today?
What is the reason?

I like to Haiku,
Mrs. McArdle Taught me,
how to write haiku.

T.O. Came to town,
after a near death O.D.
Cowboys still suck balls..

Beer number seven,
or maybe number 10, yah?
not sure, but, good nite...

1 of only 2 in existence...

RARE ORIGINAL 1865 WANTED POSTER
FOR ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S MURDERER.
The current bid on Ebay is $4,150.
The auction states this is 1 of only 2 known in existence.
Do you know where the other one is?
A true Hubbuber should know.

HACKER ALERT: The Scooby-Doo Reveal

Yeah, that's right it was me, Slag, all along. I was the hacker, and I would have gotten away with too, if it wasn't for that meddling CJM.

I must admit, the ruse was driven by my desperation for original posting material. Let's come clean, The Hubbub is a glutton, the more you give it, the more it wants. Like the man-eating plant in "Little Shop Of Horrors" it just keeps screaming "Feed Me More!"

So yes, I created the Hacker as a counterpoint to myself, someone I could debate on the topics of religion and politics, without seeming to violate my own posting rules. But as I envisioned it, the dialog, lasting weeks or even months, was to run deep and broad. I imagined myself ranging over topics that breached the walls of simple day-to-day concerns, and dealt with the very nature of the human condition.

Playing both the protagonist and the antagonist, I was attempting to move beyond the pettiness and histrionics of current politics, and debate myself on life's most fundamental questions. A conversation with myself on the nature of existence itself, that would in the process, infer the duality of man, not unlike the peace symbol on Private Joker's combat helmet in "Full Metal Jacket."

This series of posts was to be my "David," my "Last Supper," my "Citizen Kane." Not to mention what it would have done to our posting trend line!

Now, like the Library at Alexandria or the Colossus of Rhodes, or any of the other five wonders of the ancient world that I can't recall, it is lost to history.


Oh well.

BANG!

The Hubbub's second half is off to a start like the early September first week debut of Katie Couric on the CBS Evening News. Who's Katie Couric and what are her ratings like now? EXACTLY. Enjoy the positive trendline while you can, it's going to take me a while to finish up that original poem I've been working on. Anyone know a word that rhymes with floccinaucinihilipilification?

Star Trek Cribs - The Director's Cut

Spock is all that and livin large! Or is that LIVE LARGER

HACKER ALERT UPDATE

The hacking of The Hubbub continues. In addition to daily bible verses, we are now being subjected to daily verses from Bhagavad Gita, the sacred Hindu text.

This is clearly an attack aimed at undermining the secular nature of our blog, but The Hubbub will not kneel before these Theological Terrorists (or theorists, as I call them). We will fight. So in addition to the Atheist Quote Of The Day, announced yesterday, we will be adding an Apu Nahasapeemapetilon Quote of the Day until these assaults on our secular, humanist blog cease!

Atheist Quote Of The Day:
"If you want to get together in any exclusive situation and have people love you, fine, but to hang all this desperate sociology on the idea of The Cloud-Guy who has The Big Book, who knows if you've been bad or good -and CARES about any of it- to hang it all on that, folks, is the chimpanzee part of the brain working." - Frank Zappa

Apu Nahasapeemapetilon Quote of the Day:
"Please do not offer my god a peanut."

"Beer... Now there's a temporary solution" Homer J Simpson

Farmers Tae- kwon- do large eared mustangs

Since Big E has been hijacked by Sir Posts Alot Without Original Thought...

Here is the Almighty Smokin' One's College football pic of the week...





Seems JoPa is retiring and going into the movie business!!!!
Look out Steven Spielbergo!

The Friday FATWA!

Is it Friday?



Time for The Hubbub's Friday FATWA!

DO NOT unload whatever's on your mind in the Comments section below; Sharia law forbids free expression.

It's 10:31PM...

Time to get a life. Time to get some sleep.

Ezekiel 25:17...

Jules: You read the Bible?
Ringo: Not regularly.
Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17.

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. "

I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. .45 here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin, Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd...

Big E's Latest Porn Post

HACK ALERT

ATTENTION ALL BUBBERS:

The Hubbub website has maliciously hacked by person or persons unknown. Some form of hidden code has been surreptitiously planted into this website to display the forbidden content in the sidebar on the right of this page.

I am in contact with Blogger, the host site of this blog, to remove the offending code, however, in the meantime, I implore you, AVERT YOUR EYES, this content is STRICTLY PROHIBITED and viewing it is a direct violation of the soon to be published Revised Rules of Posting and Viewing.

Until the work of these theo-cyber-terrorists is removed, I have no choice but to publish a counter-balancing Atheist Quote Of The Day. Today's quote:

"If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name at a Swiss bank." -Woody Allen

Midweek posting update...

Amanda Congdon reveals an important...

TRUTH.

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Cult of the Drunken Prophet...

"What can be said about John Lennon that hasn't been said before? Not a lot I can tell you. Researching this little blurb has really taken its toll on yours truly. I've read so much about the Beatles, Yellow sub aqua vehicles and that talent-less second wife, that I feel like I'm turning into Lennon himself! Good job John enjoyed the odd pint or two. It's a sobering thought that before all his dabbling with drugs John found solace and inspiration in good old-fashioned real ale!"
-The Drunken Prophet

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BIG E's Wednesday Night Porno Catwalk

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What Would Basil Do?

MANUEL!!! WTF ARE YOU DOING??????

Willie Nelson's public statement regarding being caught with a bag of Marijuana:

"It's a good thing I had a bag of Marijuana instead of a bag of spinach.
I'd be dead by now."

That last post put us at 10 for the week, just over our six month weekly average of 9.15...

And this post makes it 11.

Part II, The O'Briens

The O'Brien's, referred to in my neighborhood as "the crazy bastards," were going down to the pool hall to play a little pinball when their car exploded blowing everyone to smithereens. Some of Tubby O'Brien's flesh flew off to the side of the road, and in time nourished a sunflower growing there. Soon the sunflower was eaten by a horse and the horse was eaten by some hobos out for a wild time. Then one of the hobos met an eastward wandering Canadian guru. But before anything significant could happen the hobo died, being attacked by a dog heart in a scientist's laboratory. The death was listed as a heart attack. Then slavery was abolished.

CONCLUSION

Grandpa died and was resurrected after three days, but no one called him the Son of God; they just said, "Hey, that's Gramps!"
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Have any rules been violated here?

A lot of you might be wondering what I did during my one month hiatus...

Sock drawer:

Rearranged:

On second thought, most of you probably don't give a rat's ass.

Grandpa E's Tuesday Night Vintage Porn

A Guy Takes A Picture of Himself Every Day For Eight Years

Then makes a very cool movie out of the pictures. Two questions: Why stop at eight; and doesn't he ever go on vacation?


Living My Life Faster - 8 years of JK's Daily Photo Project on Vimeo

Louisiana Busted

Need I say more.

Big E's Friday Sizzle

Sorry it's a little late. I had a very busy week last week. Enjoy all!!!

Well, since I'm on a posting roll, I thought...why not?

Spock! A Misanthrope?!

If so, which half of himself does he hate? As for a true example of a misanthropic life, THIS says it all.