stolen from nurse myra at the Gimcrack Hospital who stole it, obviously, from rotten.com
That last line’s a doozy, eh?
Let us now review, apropos of nothing in particular, the difference between Theory and Practice.
The distance between theory and practice is always so much smaller in theory than in practice.
Thank you. That concludes today’s Ugandan Discussion.
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Eh? Answer me that! But after you do, click on this link and hit Reload a couple of times to find out just exactly what Barack Obama really has done for you that you didn’t even notice, you ungrateful wretch!
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I know, it’s not an original title, but after watching this a couple of times I can’t really think straight; I can only sit smiling blankly, Buddha-like, into the face of the full moon. Watch and listen as Hawai’ian Jake Shimabukuro takes the ukelele to places in the human heart and the heart of the universe that we never knew it could go.
When will that stupid network stop taking these videos down and let us tell people how good their stuff is?
Shimabukuro named his latest CD Gently Weeps because of his affection for George Harrison. The late musician, whose primary instrument was guitar, also played ukulele and would take one along wherever he went.
“I really believe he got a lot of his ideas from the ukulele because they work so well with the instrument — songs like Something,” Shimabukuro says.
And here’s Jake performing one of my favorite Beatles songs, In My Life. Can’t disagree with the list of reasons he makes the Babewatch radar, either.
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Zeta Male theory or no, I continue to wish this rotten old computer would let me play in Second Life. And from Metro comes just another reason for me to sit here, eating my heart out.
Squid-O-Grams. Kissing Squid-O-Grams.
Cuddlefish Junction Kissing Squidogram! You set up what you want the squid to say and send it off to your unsuspecting friends. What they see is a bucket. A harmless little bucket that asks them to click it. Then a squid jumps out into their face and the hilarity ensues. Get them at the main store.
Seriously, would your heart not warm to anyone, no matter how zeta, who sent you one of these? Let’s face it, this isn’t the High Renaissance: we ain’t got sonnets, but we’ve got Squid!
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