Q:  Why did the raccoon cross  the wires?

A:  That wasn't a raccoon......that was my wife.

-- shades of Rodney

Posted by: elizabethe at April 13, 2013 01:29 PM (qPCAa)

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The story I heard is that they recorded that in one take and put it on the album as is, mistakes and all.

The song Fun Fun Fun was written by Brian Wilson and Mike Love about Shirley Johnson England, the daughter of the owner (Howard D Johnson) of radio station KNAK in Salt Lake City where she worked as a teenager. She borrowed her father's T bird to study at the library at the University of Utah. While at the library she met up with some friends, went to a hamburger stand, and ended up at the drive-in movies. When her father found out, he took the car away. The next day she was at the radio station complaining about it to the staff while The Beach Boys were visiting and they were inspired to write this song.

from Wiki

There are more Raccoons alive today, living in urban areas, than there would be  naturally...if mankind were not around.

Raccoons have adapted to living out of trash cans and pet food bowls.

We get raccoons in our attic, from time to time...and we still can't find out how they're getting in there.

Damn, I missed the coffee maker thread last night.

I knew as soon as I posted this in the Gosnell thread below that a new thread would go up.  So reposting here in it's entirety:

"Reading this [Gosnell] thread this morning, I thought of ashort story idea that could be made into a movie, if only I could hoodwink enough idiots in Hollywood to make the thing.

The true story is that one of Gosnell's Murder Clinic's former staffers, having been driven mad by the carnage he/she participated in for years, kidnaps a victim (who has a hood on the entire movie, until his demise) who happens to be The Good Doctor KG himself, and proceeds to take that victim on a long drive filled with flashbacks of horrors barely seen and nightmares only alluded to, with close-ups of KG's laughing face interspersed with bloody scenes making certain that we understand that the "victim"is the evil one responsible for such terrors as to defy description. The buildup makes it seem as though this is a typical kidnap/murder in the woods movie, except this time the staffer who does the kidnapping isportrayed as someone who finally has found the perpetrator ofterrible crimes committed years earlier by the hooded "victim", and the insane staffer is the only survivor now bent on rendering justice for those crimes.I imagine there would even be a half-glimpsed courtroom scene where The Good Doctor is found "innocent" of the crimes on a technicality.

The murderous former abortion assistant finally arrives in the woods with the hooded person he/she refers to only as "Patient KG", and the walk into the woods to the already dug shallow grave deep in that forest begins, with Patient KG whining and begging for his life under the stifling hood, only to be shushed with: "Shhhhhh, Patient KG, it will be okay. The 'procedure' is safe and once it is over, you won't feel a thing" followed by a knock on Patient KG's head which sends him tumbling into the grave, semi-conscious.

As the killer in this movie slowly slides his/her razor sharp implement, much like, say, a long pair of scissors, into the back of Patient KG's neck and into his brainstem, severing it, Patient KG is heard to make a long, pitifulsound that sounds like . . . a crying baby, and as Patient KG goes limp and the last breath leaves his body, the killer says: "for all of those victims, those helpless, innocentlost . . ." and stands up and shovels mud and leaves over the now lifeless corpse of the man we all know from the plot was a cruelsub-human monsterdeserving of this fate.

Justice, we think, has been done. Then the credits roll, and that tiny little tidbit of information we left out of the original script and all discussions with the Hollywood bigshots who financed our film, that little bit of information that the "victim" murdered in the woods was actually Kermit Gosnell, "M.D.", the Patron Saint of the Left's Unholy Religion of Murder on Demand, is not too subtly revealed in those credits.

Ahhhhh! Opening night for this movie would be delicious. No Oscar nods for anyone involved, unfortunately! But a horror story played out in America's cinemas that might actually catch someone's attention.

Anyway, just a thought. Lawyerly Disclaimer: The author does not condone any type of un-Christian vigilante-like behavior or violence of any kind and rejects any suggestion that this little movie idea is an incitement of any kind. The foregoing is merely an idea for a script, like tens of thousands of ideas before it.

Time to go take my meds."

Posted by: Truck Monkey at April 13, 2013 01:46 PM (jucos)

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He really is.   In another place and time, he would have been writing symphonies and fugues along with the great masters.

44...no one will kill them because we were all traumatized by Where the Red Fern Grows as children.

My dog will kill them...he's killed a few in the yard.

He tangled with a big one when he was a puppy, and has never forgotten it.

He smells a raccoon around, and it's...'Target Alert!'

He even knows the word 'raccoon' or 'coon'...and goes on target alert if he hears us say it.

So we have to spell it.

We've used a tender trap, to trap coons in the attic.

Then we relocate them to wooded areas about 20 miles away.

Great video thread. Thanks.

I was actually looking for Gods and  Men a couple of weeks ago but still haven't watched it yet. Years ago, I watched some of the fan made episodes. They were surprisingly good, and obviously done out of love of Trek.

We get raccoons in our attic, from time to time...and we still can't find out how they're getting in there.
Posted by: wheatie at April 13, 2013 01:42 PM (Da0Xz)

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They probably found  a spare key to your house, sneak in during the night and enter through the ceiling attic door.  Them raccoons is smart.

46 Wheatie, drink moar coffee!!!

Don't encourage me, Anna...I drink way too much of it, as it is.

Hubby got me a Keurig for Christmas.

I love that thing.

Posted by: Anna Puma (+SmuD) at April 13, 2013 01:57 PM (rYImi)

Eldest Kidlet has a fan-crush on Mignola. He's been in a huge number of anime and apparently can sing as well.

66...Them raccoons is smart.

Yeah, they are.

But they're noisy, destructive little fuckers.

A raccoon orgy in the attic can keep you awake all night...drives our dog crazy, too.

Posted by: Truck Monkey at April 13, 2013 01:51 PM (jucos)

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Hung  out for awhile in college with a student pianist who could first-read and play the pieces  perfectly.  It was amazing to watch.  He could do it with the classics and contemporary music.

>>I tried watching a Louis C.K. vid right after my c-section surgery. Big mistake. lol.

Did your kid try to get back in?

Posted by: Anna Puma (+SmuD) at April 13, 2013 02:03 PM (rYImi)

Yeah, the voice actor pool is *tiny*. Seems like about 20 people who get nearly all the work. I'll have to tell EK that you've met him. Bet she'll be jealous.

Posted by: Truck Monkey at April 13, 2013 02:09 PM (jucos)

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This guy could read the music like reading a novel.  And even with the most difficult classics, he could run through them two to three times and have them memorized.  I imagine he did well as a session musician.  Unless he OD'd.  He did a lot of drugs too.

Posted by: BackwardsBoy, who did not vote for this shit at April 13, 2013 02:05 PM (+z4pE)

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Can't presently recall his name, but the bass player for the old Zep band was probably one of the most innovative bass players.  Many times when I listen to the first Zepplin album, my attention is always diverted to the absolute genius bass riff.

Posted by: kbdabear at April 13, 2013 02:13 PM (mCvL4)

Not sure if I'd recognize J L-D, but the other two have very  distinctive voices.

Posted by: Truman North at April 13, 2013 02:20 PM (I2LwF)

No problem. I need to go pack some boxes anyway.

102...Leon Russell

I love Leon Russell.

"...Stray dogs who live on the highway, walk on three legs

...'Cause they learn too slow to get the message"

Can't presently recall his name, but the bass player for the old Zep band was probably one of the most innovative bass players. Many times when I listen to the first Zepplin album, my attention is always diverted to the absolute genius bass riff.

That's John Paul Jones. He was also a big session bassist prior to joining Zep. Jimmy Page was doing  session work at 16 or so. He's on a bunch of old stuff too.  That was one innovative rock band prior to Bonzo's demise.

Much like Terry Kath in Chicago, he was the heart and soul of that band IMO.

Posted by: elizabethe at April 13, 2013 02:22 PM (qPCAa)

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Knew a guy in HS  who's last name was Marmot.  We called him Varmint.  Took him snipe hunting one night.  We left him in a field and took off.  We never heard  or saw him  again.

(I keed.  I keed)

I love Leon Russell. 

I opened up for him here back in the late '90's. Got to meet his son/drummer,   but not LR himself. It was a great show, still have the T-shirt.

True story: I bought one of those frozen chocolate pies with a layer of whipped cream on the top to take to a Christmas dinner. Afterwards, about half of it was left and it being in the high single digits outside, I thought it would be fine to set it out on the patio overnight. Later the next day, went to get my pie and the dish was licked clean and surrounded by squirrel tracks.

A couple days later, I came home from work at lunchtime to do my workout in the living room. A squirrel hopped up on the window ledge and just starred at me for several minutes like "I want more pie, sucka". He did that for several weeks.

Posted by: Anna Puma (+SmuD) at April 13, 2013 01:57 PM (rYImi)

Thanks Anna. I saw the Cawley videos before and really enjoyed them. In my research even back then, it seemed like several of the different fan videos being made had gay angles.

IDIC - except conservatives, cause, well, they're just evil...

Posted by: BackwardsBoy, who did not vote for this shit at April 13, 2013 02:28 PM (+z4pE)

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Whether the term is actually used or not, I refer to the type of music played by bands like Zepplin, Pink Floyd, etc., as "acid blues".

Posted by: Anna Puma (+SmuD) at April 13, 2013 02:31 PM (rYImi)

Wow, you really know your stuff. I'm impressed. And kind of relieved that I'm not the only person out here that followed fan films, albeit incredibly briefly.

Whether the term is actually used or not, I refer to the type of music played by bands like Zepplin, Pink Floyd, etc., as "acid blues".

That's not far off the mark. Zep's first album is all blues. Subsequent albums  developed their own sound as Page and Plant hit their stride writing. They're pretty much solely responsible for  creating what is popularly known as Heavy Metal.

Other Brit bands also started out as blues bands in the late '60s,   among them Black Sabbath.

I saw a documentary on Pink Floyd a couple of weeks ago on Palladia. They were already an Acid Rock band, as Syd Barrett was experimenting with drugs early on. It influenced their music, but   he  did way too much acid and wound  up non-functional  within the band. The  rest of the band still made sure he received his royalty checks, tho'.

Posted by: EC at April 13, 2013 02:42 PM (doBIb)

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She's just got a second computer hard-wired into Bing. 

Posted by: BackwardsBoy, who did not vote for this shit at April 13, 2013 02:44 PM (+z4pE)

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I was lucky not to turn into an  acid-brain.  Too much of the stuff will fuck a person up.   Looks very similar to meth-brains.

Soona, something far more terrifying. A mind chock-a-block with lots of trivia.

Like the reason why the planet in Trouble With Tribbles is named Sherman's Planet. Sherman was the name of Gerrold's girlfriend at the time he wrote it.

Posted by: Anna Puma (+SmuD) at April 13, 2013 02:53 PM (rYImi)

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Heh.  But you have to admit, so many things can get stuck in  a brain, and ya' just can't get rid of it.  So it just sits there biding it's time in memory's green room.

I was lucky not to turn into an acid-brain. Too much of the stuff will fuck a person up. Looks very similar to meth-brains.

I never got into that at all,  thank goodness. Heard too many stories of bad trips and flashbacks and  folks  who went over the edge and never returned.

I'm glad I still have these two brain cells left. That's all I need. These two brain cells     and this ashtray...

...and this stapler...

Posted by: BackwardsBoy, who did not vote for this shit at April 13, 2013 03:00 PM (+z4pE)

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Yeah, I did  a  lot of acid in my time as well as a lot of other things.  What finally brought me down, though, was the booze.  Medically speaking, I came very close to becoming what's called a  "wet brain".

Posted by: kbdabear at April 13, 2013 03:10 PM (mCvL4)

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Yes.  And she is hawt.

Yeah, I did a lot of acid in my time as well as a lot of other things. What finally brought me down, though, was the booze. Medically speaking, I came very close to becoming what's called a "wet brain".

Yeah, I've had to watch  that myself. I was raised by a world-class alcoholic, and was mixing and doing Quality Control  for Mom   at age 12 or so.

I peered   over the edge of that abyss just long enough to see how  far it was to the   bottom, which was further than I could see.  I was able to dial way back  with some Divine Help, enough to just  enjoy a couple of cold Guinnii occasionally now.

I think it's just Moron Training. Push the limits  for a while, then throttle back   to  whatever is normal.