Whoa! I was listening to radio 2 drive the other day and this song from Rod Stewart’s old band, Rod Stewart and The Faces came on. I’m not sure if this is one of those things that I should have known about; but I didn’t, and it’s totally dope! Too bad that now it’s just “Rod Stewart and The Faeces”. Check out Old Man’s Twitter for the download link. Also, feel free to groove on my correct spelling of “faeces”, not that I want to shove my spelling abilities down your “oesophagus” or anything.
Super good song from a super good album, Walk It Off. Say Back Somethin’ is another really good song. This album has single handedly brought me back around to enjoying beard rock after a long, wonderful, sketchy journey through the wonders of booty rap.
Someday when I finish work at the ol’ acid mine (April) I’ll get around to recommending new albums. In the meantime, feast on my scraps!
With climate change debunked Sarah Palin looks forward to "firing up the helicopter to head out and snipe some mother fucking wolves."
The overwhelming hue and cry from right wing politicians and tim hortons chugging SUV drivers around the nation over the release of some questionable emails from climate scientists is blown way out of proportion. Even if it was revealed that every bit of data released by that research group was completely false it would not overweigh the mountains of verified peer reviewed data that states unequivocally that climate change is occurring and it is due to increased atmospheric CO2 concentrations.
The right wing points to these emails as proof that climate change doesn’t exist. A good example is the column Sarah Palin wrote for the Guardian, which she clearly had fact checked by her son with down syndrome. The simple fact of the matter is that, to disprove climate change and its causal linkages it must be clearly demonstrated using scientific data. Thus far no conclusive study exists to support the assertions of people like Sarah Palin or others who are desperate to continue living in their pathetic irresponsible dream worlds.
A quick google image search of "sexy porch underwear" turned up this little number. Sloggi!
So someone found my blog yesterday by typing in the search term “sexy porch underwear“, which is hilarious for two reasons:
1) That someone out there is cruising the internet for blogs about “sexy porch underwear” and
2) that the search term “sexy porch underwear” guides them to my shitty blog.
Old Man’s Porch now has a twitter account, so the zero people who read this blog can now keep up to date with the day to day movements of a 108 year old man who does nothing but sit on his porch and yell rants and music suggestions at his mute grandson.