Retired

Due to real life demands, this Blaaaaaahhg is officially retired.

Thanks.

Dirk Hamhock

Rusty nail of a man, seeks Hammerhead for
elongated mishaps with car batteries
and irons. You: beautiful, stupid. Me:
unfortunate.

My Whoppers Diet

It's really awesome, but I haven't lost much weight : 0 (

Apologies to Noah Webster

I just found out a ridiculous word I made up, linguistist, made it into the rough-hewn pages of the Urban Dictionary. Now, I can die happy.

Check it out here and give it a thumbs up...or down.

Deerhoof

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Concert T-Shirt Confounds Man

Earl Whittaker (above, left), 35, is a rock music fan with an impeccable memory. Which is all the more reason he's perplexed by a concert t-shirt from 1987 that's been in his closet since he was a teenager, growing up in Oak Grove, a suburb of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The threadbare, three quarter-inch sleeve shirt is typical of those worn by concert-goers for years; the band's name, "Dio," is emblazoned on the front, faded ever so slightly.
But the tour dates on back clearly state Auborn Palace, Pittsburgh, PA August 20, a show Whittaker believes he attended, yet he can't recall ever seeing the band.
"I was a huge [Black] Sabbath and Dio fan back then," he says excitedly. "I'm certain I was at this show. I'll bet it was awesome, but I can't for the life remember a single thing about it."
Whittaker reveals that as a teenager did his fair share of drugs, such as marijuana and alcohol, which may have contributed to his memory loss. That, and the passage of time.
"I was there," Whittaker says, with a combination of certainty and confusion. "But why can't I remember it?"

D.J. Coyle/Joseph Construction=Avoid at All Costs

On the chance you should need repair work done on your house, and you live in the Kansas City area, and a friend or neighbor recommends someone named D.J. Coyle from Joseph Construction, run away screaming and never speak to that person again.

And more importantly, never, EVER give a penny or a second of your time to the guy. Based on the experience I've had with him and judging by the work he did/didn't do for us, and how he's handled it since, well, I would only recommend him to my worst enemies. Remember: this is just my opinion.

Consider yourself warned.

The Greatest [Music] Web site in the Whole Wide World, Ever

For about the past six months I've been obsessed with finding a rock music criticism Web site that analyzes the artists in-depth, with passion, intelligence, wit and, most importantly, from a fan's point of view. You see, Amazon.com publishes reviews by any nitwit, and All Music, though a great site, is a bit too cold for me in terms of tone.

But last week, and I don't know where or how, I cruised into Only Solitaire, and it's exactly what I wanted. Amazing. It's as if I dreamed it up one day and it came true the next.

Give it a gander some time and tell me what you think (the reader's comments are well-informed as well). Personally, I love it. (Hiram: If you still read this blog, I think you especially will like the site.)I've already logged untold hours of sitting and reading, surprised and informed, and in a weird way, it gives me hope.

The Greatest Web site in the Whole Wide World, Ever

In terms of music criticism Web sites, this one takes the cake, hands down (a mixed metaphor there):