What kind of noise annoys an oyster?

This is a movie I wanna see now…

“There’s no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There’s no knowing where we’re rowing or which way the river’s flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hur-ra-cane-a blowing? Not a speck of light is showing. So the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing?! YES! THE DANGER MUST BE GROWING! FOR THE ROWERS KEEP ON ROWING! AND THEY’RE CERTAINLY NOT SHOWING! ANY SIGNS THAT THEY ARE SLOWING!!!”

Some days, my internal soundtrack plays a nice classical music drone, quiet and unobtrusive, all day long.

Today, on the other hand, my internal soundtrack is the Banana Splits theme, as performed by the Dickies, and it sounds as if I’m in the back of one of the guitar amp speaker cabinets.

This must be what all rock music sounded like to my grandmother.

My college advisor makes good.

RIP, Speedy Keen.
(Thanks to John for pointing this out to me…)

It’s a garage sale for the insane!
I had no idea that Ed Anger could be read online.

An excellent essay by Rebecca Knight, The New Silent Majority.
(Todd pointed it out to me…)

HoustonChronicle.com – Jim Hightower battles the right with humor, courage

“We have no right to be quiet. Too many democracy fighters before us have fought and bled and died to make it possible for us to speak out, organize, protest, agitate.

“Our leaders try to make `agitator’ a pejorative. It was agitators that formed this country. Were it not for agitators, we’d all be wearing powdered wigs and singing God Save the Queen.”

My old pal Andy writes and reminds me of a collaborative random found poem we made one day:

Found Poem
A.Mickelson/J.Saperstein

was day boiled snake trained
breed love this saves stupid backyard
Thompson and ghost is you billions
whenever superglue body toy
Cher in a honor potty eats & vanish
chews man this death history 10,000 true fat
conceal wet girls dunces comes brain
supermom youth finds crawling gets
real elephant off Herb He angry thinks
language cell kills it assaulted torture
mom crushing got suicide damaged girl soda
agony baby body turns keep swimming mate
for haunted mounted dream in for
forever class man favorite old bullet
devil with rot him are for fall pet bird
you can must murdered blows cops and but
man laughs 28 with from with Dog car liver
hidden fish! beer ugly fortune baby civil & you
with victim Hell! student powerful with sister read
in yrs heaven psychic a is my saga is your made on found
spirit at? no to fear kidnapped smells five! of born cranky
old tire bust high iron of instant lizard reunites of!

It’s gotta be art ‘cuz I don’t get it.