I wish I could shoot missiles at the idiot commuter in front of me

Back in 1985, my favorite show as "Street Hawk." Because it was awesome.

My last meal...

will be something like this.

The shag van

Forget beach houses and plasma TVs, a real player needs this. Check out a few pics. I think the airburshed Star Wars mural is good, but the interior covered entirely in shag carpet is FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


(If the Craiglist link goes dead, this was an actual custom van for sale on the Dallas CL.)

Sweet Audi action

I'm not really much of a "car guy," and I don't like the band Bush very much, but this video is still sooooo cool. It makes me wish I had a souped-up Audi Quattro Sport!

A Man Called White

There are some damn interesting people you never really learn about in history class.

Hangin' with poets

I've been finding myself surrounded by poets more and more lately. Didn't really see that coming, but they're swell folks as long as you don't mind berets, bongos and Gauloise cigarettes. Haha, I kid. You would never know they're poets by looking at them!

Anyway, I know absolutely nothing about formal poetry. Really the only poetry I know jack shit about is in hip-hop form. I know most poetry purists probably consider it artless, but I can't help but love shit like this:

"Get Down" by Nas

New York streets where killers walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin
Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
One day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
If God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block
And looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Starin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwin them bones
Hopin my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein
While he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girls
Showin they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin proof
The D.A. who tried him was lyin
A white dude, killed his mother durin the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced
Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
I wanna crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out -- nobody leavin everybody

Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggaz, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin
They had the coke game somethin crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
New York gangstas, we loungin, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thuggin and things
He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
Shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Openin the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin witchu
He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers

Get down, get down!

Left to right, not up and down

I'm starting to wonder if the next big trend in web publishing is to package content in a left-to-right, scrolling style, instead of the traditional scroll-down type display you normally see when reading stuff on the web. Here's a good example of that at CanopyCanopyCanopy. I've noticed that one of my favorite moto blogs, Hell for Leather, does something similar with certain of their features.

Trash Heaven!

This blog is some southern fried fun. Hell yeah!

Gang of Four, Live in 1981

I know I was all of three years old at the time, but this song just rocks in every way.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

Check out this tilt-shift video of a monster truck rally. Kind of a matchbox cars meets claymation vibe goin' on.

Metal Heart from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

My personality type?

This site claims that it can predict your Myers-Briggs personality type by analyzing your blog. I entered Tomorrow-land's URL into it and this is what came up:

ESTP - The Doers
The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

Then I entered Dionne's blog into the analyzer:

ESFP - The Performers

The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

Sounds about right to me!

Not black vs. white, but urban vs. rural

Slate has a nice summary of demographic data vs. polling data. It turns out that my man Barry Hussein didn't really unite the two halves of America particularly well.... because it turns out real rural Americans basically hate his Muslim Kenyan ass. Oh well, just don't stop growing our food you uncultured rednecks!

Post-election goodies...

Newsweek has a few good post-election morsels of tasty political gossip today. Here are a few highlights:

• The Obama campaign was provided with reports from the Secret Service showing a sharp and disturbing increase in threats to Obama in September and early October, at the same time that many crowds at Palin rallies became more frenzied. Michelle Obama was shaken by the vituperative crowds and the hot rhetoric from the GOP candidates. "Why would they try to make people hate us?" Michelle asked a top campaign aide.

• Palin launched her attack on Obama's association with William Ayers, the former Weather Underground bomber, before the campaign had finalized a plan to raise the issue. McCain's advisers were working on a strategy that they hoped to unveil the following week, but McCain had not signed off on it, and top adviser Mark Salter was resisting.

• McCain also was reluctant to use Obama's incendiary pastor, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, as a campaign issue. The Republican had set firm boundaries: no Jeremiah Wright; no attacking Michelle Obama; no attacking Obama for not serving in the military. McCain balked at an ad using images of children that suggested that Obama might not protect them from terrorism. Schmidt vetoed ads suggesting that Obama was soft on crime (no Willie Hortons). And before word even got to McCain, Schmidt and Salter scuttled a "celebrity" ad of Obama dancing with talk-show host Ellen DeGeneres (the sight of a black man dancing with a lesbian was deemed too provocative).

• Obama was never inclined to choose Sen. Hillary Clinton as his running mate, not so much because she had been his sometime bitter rival on the campaign trail, but because of her husband. Still, as Hillary's name came up in veep discussions, and Obama's advisers gave all the reasons why she should be kept off the ticket, Obama would stop and ask, "Are we sure?" He needed to be convinced one more time that the Clintons would do more harm than good. McCain, on the other hand, was relieved to face Sen. Joe Biden as the veep choice, and not Hillary Clinton, whom the McCain camp had truly feared.

And then my personal favorite....

• At the GOP convention in St. Paul, Palin was completely unfazed by the boys' club fraternity she had just joined. One night, Steve Schmidt and Mark Salter went to her hotel room to brief her. After a minute, Palin sailed into the room wearing nothing but a towel, with another on her wet hair. She told them to chat with her laconic husband, Todd. "I'll be just a minute," she said.

FINALLY!

WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Give a shout of joy, then go over here and watch idiot conservatives have a meltdown. Point and laugh at them like Nelson Muntz. Ha-ha.

Demo ride: Triumph Speed Triple

So I managed to go for a quick joy ride today and decided to stop by the local Triumph dealership, where they were having Triumph demo rides all weekend long. I pretty much had my choice of bikes today so I decided to test ride the Triumph Speed Triple. It's a "naked" sportbike with a 1050 cc triple-cylinder engine. First thing I noticed is that these things look absolutely SICK in person. Mine was a nice burnt orange color. The exhaust, cool black alloy wheels and exhaust are just sooooo cool looking. Then I got on and started revving it up. The Triumph people were very cool about and didn't mind at all. The sound from that engine was great... kind of a nice throaty rumble to it. So nice. We went on an 18-mile loop and got to rev the bikes up a bit. That Triumph engine just would not stop accelerating. In fact, I'd say I only tested maybe 25% of its true ability. Wow, what a sweet machine.

Elderly drivers....

I just want to point out that the guy who did this is a full two years younger than John McCain.

The world's most bad-ass Chevy Cavalier

Actually, I think this is the world's only bad-ass Chevy Cavalier.

Tin foil hat time

Obama is a terrorist bomber pedophile with a love child hidden away on a Caribbean island! I read it on a blog somewhere!

Here's a treasure trove of this year's great right-wing Obama conspiracies.

Obama Mural, BKLN

Obama Mural, BKLN, originally uploaded by Scorrigan Works.

Obama Mural

Obama Mural, originally uploaded by sabeth718.