Lie Blog: Does what it says on the tin

I decided to stop picking on Fox News for a while (since that was unintentional anyway), and link to Lie Blog, which is completely honest about its dishonesty.

Wednesday warm and fuzzies

Here’s a video of Lenny Kravitz randomly hearing and joining a teenaged choir who were performing one of his songs. I found this link via this Metafilter thread, which features several people questioning whether this occasion was staged. My take: no. The production values were pretty…rough, and the circumstances seemed less than ideal for a truly awesome outdoor performance. I mean, it shouldn’t matter anyway, but why not take something like this at face value? What does it hurt us to go out on a limb and trust sometimes? What would one lose by believing that this was real, and having it turn out not to be true? Even if watching this video added nothing to your life, it certainly didn’t subtract anything.

Anyway, another reason I liked that Metafilter post was because through the comments I got to read this story about Mel Tormé (if that name is not familiar to you, just know that Mel Tormé was awesome), and I found it enjoyable and moving for no particular reason at all.

Happy Wednesday!

This post is just an excuse to post a photo of Tom Selleck…

:: swoon ::

but is educational nonetheless. I don’t feel strongly about any of these ill-fated actor/role combos, but am always interested in stories of what might have been.

Also, in case you somehow missed it, Selleck Waterfall Sandwich. You’re welcome.

Cute!

I love everything about this picture and the article that goes with it. Listening to little kids talk amongst themselves is one of the things I love the most; they’re hilarious, and make a surprising amount of sense when they’re being serious.

Presented without further comment

The kind of stealth “crime” I can get behind

I think the idea of guerilla knitting/crocheting is pretty badass. If ever there were a victimless crime, this would be it. I support any sort of vandalism that beautifies the world, instead of assaulting the eyes.

You’re out!

Sorry, I couldn’t resist making a bad pun about the totally awesome news that MLB finally fired some not-so-great umpires. Of course, I’m sure that more went into this decision than their penchant for blowing calls, or else C. B. Bucknor and Angel Hernandez (who somehow wasn’t even mentioned in this article) would have been gone a long time ago. Still, I hope this makes umpires think twice and consult with one another before they start guessing at calls. It’s hard enough to defend baseball to those who think it’s a boring game that goes on for too long, without having to add a disclaimer that umpire errors are expected in baseball. At least, the commissioner thinks so.

Brandi!!!

I saw Brandi Carlile this past Saturday, and she was every bit as awesome as I’d hoped. She played for nearly 2 hours (which does not include the time taken by the also good opening act Greg Isakov), and seemed to be having a great time. She said that she loved New Jersey about a million times, and avoided making any Jersey Shore jokes, which I really appreciated. At first I thought that maybe she says that everywhere, but she did stay for a really long time, so even if she tells every crowd that they’re her favorite stop on tour, I don’t mind. Plus, maybe wherever she is is her favorite place to be. Some people are easy to please like that. I took a boatload of pictures, many of which didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped, and a couple of videos. The first, of “Dying Day,” which is my favorite song on her newest CD, Give Up the Ghost, was by itself worth the price of admission, since she did it entirely unplugged. The second, “Caroline,” was interrupted by an overzealous security guard, but that actually ended up being okay, since if I’d gotten the entire song, I would have run out of space on my memory card; I had 20 megs left when I got home, and that was with me deleting especially awful pictures right after I’d taken them. Close call! So many thanks to OSG, without whom I wouldn’t have my best shots of the night, which came toward the end of the evening.

Dying Day

Videus Interruptus: Caroline (Or maybe Caroli–!)

Yay! Blah. Yay!

I don’t care about football. At all. But I was happy that the Saints won, because I have an irrational hatred for the many Mannings, and also because I love it when the underdog triumphs. So here’s a video of New Orleans fans celebrating their team’s victory.

Who Dat? Saints Superbowl Victory Celebration from Cottage Films on Vimeo.

Other people’s kids are hilarious

I’m inclined to find adorable any child who does not awaken me in the middle of the night, but these kids are hilarious as well. It’s nice to see positive interactions between adults (parents and older siblings) and the kids in their lives. I bring you: Tiny Art Director and AxeCop! Presented in order of meanness, and therefore hilarity.