I remember when the Beatles first played on The Ed Sullivan Show back in '64. My dad was disgusted because of their "long" hair and watched about five minutes of the show and turned the channel.

If he could only see my hair now which reaches down between my shoulder blades. Perhaps he's still rolling over in his grave.

That's All Right 'Papa'

RIP dad.

The guy in the motor grater jumps out while it's still rolling backwards and it blocks the other two cars from making it out. That sucks.

>> ^ChaosEngine:

>> ^GenjiKilpatrick:
Hah! But no, seriously.
@<a rel="nofollow" href="http://videosift.com/member/lantern53" title="member since August 6th, 2010" class="profilelink">lantern53 knows.. that depriving servers of a living wage and forcing them to bust their asses for 5% gratuity on a $130 check.. you know, builds character.
Struggling in quasi-poverty for years of your life is what the American Dream is all about! duh.
That's why Mitt Romney is such a great American and needs to be President.
He knows what it's like.. to force people to struggle. For their own good.
p.s. - Everyone knows that raising the minimum wage is just another Socialist/Marxist scheme by Obama to disenfranchise the Job Creators in this country.
While I completely agree that people should be paid a living wage, I don't really have a problem with tipping. People should bust their asses in their job, especially if your job is customer facing. Customer service in the USA is so much better than almost anywhere else I've been, (it's particularly bad in NZ)


Just a meaningless anecdote (just find it funny that you mention it):

I went to Sydney once (15 years ago) and the very first day, I went to a place called the Juba Cafe. My friend and I were surprised to find porridge on the menu, because all I knew of porridge was from Oliver Twist or Little Orphan Annie. Our server, who's name was Anna, was really surprised to hear it, so she bought us porridge to convince us it was good. It was. Then, after we ate (before we tipped her) she invited us over to her apartment for some wine that night. When we got there, she had invited all her friends over to meet "her new Americans." They gave us wine, we talked for a long time about NZ (where she was from) and they rolled me the first "baseball bat" that I ever smoked, with the the little cardboard filter in it and everything. They also introduced me to Aphex Twin (the "Richard D. James Album") and we bonded over Ween, which I was surprised to hear they knew all about, even in 97'. So, after we were completely blitzed, Anna and her friends took us out to dinner, where we ate and drank and talked for hours and didn't pay a dime while these guys all treated us to a great first night in their city. I'm not even sure how we got home, but they sure didn't let anything bad happen to us.

The reason I mention it, is that I would say it was, easily, the best service I've ever had in my entire life, anywhere. We had to leave town the next day and I never saw or spoke to any of those guys again. I really wish I'd kept in contact with them because I owe them so much more than a night out. I still roll a fat bat and pop in the Aphex Twin on a pretty regular basis.

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Totally subjective. I still roll with classic - not to belittle Campion's great design, because it's fab - but black websites say "WoW Forum" to me.

Dammit!!! I was thinking that the delivery man was going to ghost ride the whip or something and run around the driveway while the truck was still rolling, rolling, rolling down the street.

I am so disappointed in UPS!!!

^Very masterfully stated, qm and impeccably reasoned, not to mention all the devastating wit. Your use of the word 'didlo' instead of Hugo is absolutely brilliant and I'm still rolling on the floor about the dinner-jacket quip. You are a credit to your party.


As always, thank you for your sharp and insightful commentary.

Oh I've seen this series. Absolutely phenomenal. I can't even believe the ending of that last part, I'm staring into flame and stuff to be sure the tape is still rolling...

If you like Metal and you know your Nietzsche...