Last week I posted about Robert Moog's passing, using what I thought was a mildly amusing headline. Subsequently I forgot about my little quip until last Sunday, when I was listening to Wait Wait- Don't Tell Me on NPR. Go to last week's show and listen to Who's Carl This Time. About 3:35 into it you will hear a question about Moog and then you will hear Mo Rocca steal my fucking joke! Except he made it funny. But he stole my fucking joke! Or not.
Also, my dad had the idea for tube socks long before they were on the market. Oh- and I am the unheralded inventor of the space shuttle. I have the crayon drawings to prove it, dammit!

This is so cute! The McClellan brothers do a joint press conference! Now if we could get one to hold a standup base and give the other one a guitar and get Scott to periodically whine "Mom always did like you best" we'd have the makings of a swell saturday night variety show!
The Piano Man speaks, goes home. You may recall that I called bullshit when this story broke. Turns out I was sort of right, although I don't know if this qualifies as a hoax or not and if so, it's hard to tell who was doing the hoaxing:
He was subsequently led to a piano in the hospital's chapel where his four-hour performance was described by Michael Camp, his social worker, as "really amazing".
Now it is suggested that he merely tapped at one key repeatedly.
So, he was faking his amnesia and couldn't really play the piano. I guess sometimes fiction is stranger than fact.
German cyclist Joerg Jaksche

and cartoon villain Snidely Whiplash

Aaah, but I did say banana. Who's there? BANANA!
(Via Ojo de Goof)
I live in Rochester, NY. If you know anything about Rochester, it's probably that it's kinda the town that Kodak built. Which is only partially true- they built most of the really ugly buildings. Despite frequent layoffs,"cancer clusters" and the like, folks here still retain a vestige of loyalty to Daddy Kodak.
Where's all this leading? Just to some dumb joke about how they could probably sell alot of this guy'sjerseys here.
From the same overprivileged douchebags who like to defend their shoplifting on political grounds:
"Dude, we totally moved that book! Y'know, to prove a point and shit!
What point? Well, it's, like, that book 1984? It's like come true.
That's it.
Yup.
You gonna go see Arcade Fire?
I know, it's THE Arcade Fire. My bad."
(via Vidiot)
Pope Ratso: Devourer of Souls
That is, when he's not too busy covering up child abuse by priests.
Man, this guy's gotta be the worst pope in the world right now!
Some people get all misty-eyed talking about their lovely grandparents who, even after blah blah number of years of marriage, still held hands as they walked down the street. "I can only hope to have that kind of relationship, etc. etc."
Me, I'll take the Moravskys as MY ideal, thank you very much.
(via Tuckova)
Which reminds me: Overheard in NY is the latest bane of my existence. Two recent fave eavesdrops- Arnie Kriss and Hoboffice Hours.
A big Stan Lee Stylee No-Prize to the reader who can tell me why this guy reminds me of a Nicholson Baker novel.
Graffiti just spotted in the men's room: "2525 Sucks"
Because everything's funnier with pants, I give you:
Lines from Star Wars that Can Be Improved by Substituting Pants for Key Words.
(viva Zeebahta)
I guess if you go to Geico's website you can now "see the gecko do the robot". In related news, I'm suing my ex-girlfriend for selling our sex tape to Geico.
*hit imaginary golf ball, do a little soft shoe*
We got a great show for you tonight. Drew Barrymore will be here, showing us how she can change her own diaper!

"I will hug him and squeeze him and call him George!"
"Uh, That's not George, Mr. President".
"Ben Franklin?"
"No, Mr. President."
"Nick Nolte?"
"You're getting closer..."
I wish I could remember how I found this, but it's some good fun tell you what.
This Positive Ape Indexer mentions Galactus' "tuning fork helmet", which reminded me of Lockjaw and made me wonder what those old Marvel types had for tuning-fork-lookin' things (see Lockjaw's head).