Although John Adams predicted we’d celebrate Independence Day on July 2nd, I am spending the day honoring the second president by attempting to watch the HBO’s day long re-broadcase of their miniseries with Paul Giamatti.
My goal is to see how long I can watch without laughing out of context, falling into a deep sleep or witnessing Giamatti tear up.
I will be live blogging the whole experience. So those of you without plans or who (like me) live in a town too foggy for fireworks, feel free to follow along.
The first episode begins now. The clock is ticking.
5 seconds (alert)
10 seconds (fine)
15 seconds (no tears or pouting at the moment)
20 seconds (a bit blurry but not bad)
25 seconds (Did they have closeups like this in the 1700s?)
30 seconds (He seems pretty irritated by something)
35 seconds (shouldn’t drooling disqualify one for higher office?)
40 seconds (imagine this: Adams trying to have a conversation with W)
45 seconds (uh oh…)
50 seconds (come on minute, come on minute, why is he yelling?)
Tennis may not be that popular. Venus and Serena may have their oddities. But make no mistake, their stories and their return to yet another Wimbledon final is one of the most remarkable sports stories of all time.
This is the seventh grand slam final in which the sisters have faced each other.
In too many ways to count, it’s completely unthinkable.
Out here in California, we’re a couple days into our new law requiring all in car cellphone talk to be handsfree. Over at Splendora, they threw together their list of the best cell phone headsets.
My wife is (as usual) totally right about the remarkable way Paul Rodgers’ (formerly of Bad Company and a couple fun years with The Firm) voice has held up. He still brings it. I always thought he had the best pure, prototypical, this is American rock and roll voice in the business. Lately he’s been touring with Queen. Here’s their recent performance at the Mandela birthday event.
It’s always been nearly impossible to say the word melon without getting just a little turned on.
Turns out there may be a pretty good reason for that as at least watermelon has some effects similar to those found in erectile dysfuntion drugs.
I now have this picture in my head of two people, outdoors, sitting in empty tubs, while one of them wolfs down mouthful after mouthful of watermelon and says, “Wait, wait, I think I’m almost ready.”
Uh oh, suddenly the word melon isn’t doing it for me anymore…
(Somehow I’ve got to re-associate the word with Elaine Nardo from Taxi.)
Here is a cool rundown of some entertaining guitar-related world records from my friend Dave’s new guitar blog. It’s a must bookmark for anyone interested in six strings.
