Leigh and I will be out of town for a few days. We’re going to Beaumont to finalize some wedding reception plans. So, I thought now would be a great time to post some leftovers. Let’s start with some videos shall we?

Ever hear of a crotch-biting dog? Neither had I, until I watched this video. Yes, I know the download is 8.8 mgs, but it’s worth every byte. Seriously, if you don’t read or watch anything else in this leftover post, watch this one. You’ll thank me.

If you haven’t seen it, here is the video of Rick Perry calling a reporter “mofo.” (My mom called me and asked if “mofo” meant what she thought it did. It does.)

If you haven’t seen Tom Cruise get water squirted in his face via a phony microphone, then click here. His reaction is pretty funny.

Video blogs are all the rage right now. Bryan Singer has one where he chronicles the filming of the new Superman movie.

Go here for a silly video of a “boxer” training for his next fight. He trains in some unusual places to say the least.

Tornados scare the hell out of me. Here’s a video from National Geographic taken with a special camera from inside a tornado.

Last of the video leftovers: There are tons of videos on the net of actual fights caught on camera. This is probably my favorite. I just love it when a loudmouth gets his ass handed to him. But of all the actual fights, this spoof of a fight has got to be the most entertaining.

A few weeks ago I posted a picture on buzznet (that’s the pictures on my sidebar) of me and my grandfather posing on his homemade airboat. Well, not long after that picture was taken, my cousin Brent decided to sink the airboat. Go here to see pictures of the boat sitting on the bottom of the Brazos river.

I didn’t know Jesus had the same hairstyle as I did in the 80’s.

Joseph shows great proficiency at writing. The sad thing is that he has more comments that I do.

I don’t believe in karma, but if I did this would prove its existence.

That should be enough to tide you animals over.

I hope everyone has a great 4th of July weekend. I realize the 4th has basically evolved into an excuse we use to swill beer and eat barbque, but we should never forget the true spirit behind the holiday: Blowing shit up with cheap Mexican explosives. So this year, inbetween our time spent at the grill and the cooler, let’s all try and show a little reverence for the fourth by playing a few games of Roman Candle tag. Let freedom ring.

Go here for an mp3 of Christopher Walken reading “The Raven.”

Walken scares the hell out of me just being “normal,” much less reading Edgar Allan Poe. Listening to this in the dark at 3:00 A.M. is a real treat.

I imagine people here in the States would scream bloody murder at the genetic manipulation required to make a melon look like this.

I’ve linked to Google’s mapping ability before, but I found this website, which conveniently lists many interesting locations you can find using Google.

I was particularly taken with the images on the weirdness page.

After reading this open letter to the Kansas State Board of Education, I think I may have been swayed to the Intelligent Design side.

In fact, I know I have.

If I had known sooner that “full pirate regalia” was the “chosen outfit” of Intelligent Design followers, I would have jumped the evolution ship long ago.

I now know that we are all His creatures.

and I probably still will, but deep down I know they’re good people.

This fall, students in San Diego will be able to take a class called “The Bible as Literature.” The idea behind teaching the class is that students need to understand the Bible fairly well in order to fully appreciate all of the allusions made to it in canonical literature.

True enough. My only thought on this is that they better get themselves a really good teacher, because once you start teaching the Bible as literature you’re just setting yourself up for problems. The problems won’t arise from atheists or those of other faiths, but Christians have a problem disassociating themselves long enough to evaluate their sacred text as literature. And that statement isn’t meant to be an attack on Christians. It’s just that anyone would have a problem with the foundation of their faith deconstructed and analyzed in an academic way.

I’ve been in graduate level classes where people seemed to get a little miffed about the Bible being read as literature. I would hate to see how some high school students react to that process.

If the reason behind this decision truly arose because the students lack a base of knowledge from which to study literature, the school should also begin teaching Ovid as well. The Bible and Ovid’s Metamorphoses are two texts that are invaluable to understanding literature.

I have no idea why, but this silly site called to mind the lyrics of Ian Moore’s “Muddy Jesus.”

Anytime I see flip-flops I think of cold beer and large bodies of water (ocean, lake, pool, slip ‘n slide). I’m sure that’s not exactly the imagery those people are trying to elicit.

UPDATE: I was looking at that site after I had posted this, and one of the pictures drew my attention and prompted this little update. Take a look at the picture with the caption, “In the locker room, these young Christian men protect their feet and leave the greatest impression.” Doesn’t the guy on the far right, the one wearing the Nike hat, look stoned out of his ever-lovin’ mind? Seriously, he looks like he’s propped up on the wall. Nice Christian image, that guy.

Marc Singer has composed a list of comics he feels are good “starter comics.” To make determining where you would like to begin your comic journey, Marc has divided the list into subcategories according to genre. While I don’t agree with all of his choices (I hate Akira, but that may well be a personal problem), his list is quite good and well worth looking at, even for those of us who have been reading comics for decades. Take a look at the list here.

While you’re there, take a moment and browse Marc’s blog. It’s always nice to see texts that are considered popular culture discussed in a meaningful and intelligent way.

I’m hoping that intellectual ability in some way arises from his first name.

It seems like every publication that focuses on entertainment are bemoaning the soft ticket sales at theaters. I’ll link this article from CBS news, but really, pick up any entertainment magazine or turn on any show on E! and you’ll hear the same “sad” story.

Hollywoodites complain the movie industry has entered the worst slump in twenty years. The article linked seems to point the blame on lackluster movies and DVD’s. While I’m sure some people have been eschewing the theater for those reasons, I’m reasonably sure many people are like me, and just hate dealing with all the rude-ass people that go to the movies.

When I was a kid, I remember being terrified of acting up in the local theater because the ushers that walked the isles during the feature didn’t take any shit. They each carried flashlights, and if you so much as propped your feet up on the back of the seat in front of you they would shine the light in your eyes like they were giving you a DWI test.

Now people act the same way in the theater as they do in their own living room. Forget whispering, the mongoloids in the theaters talk and yell, and you’re almost guaranteed a fight if you try to shush them up. Call me crazy, but I don’t like knowing that I’m paying $15 to get into altercations with the local illiterati. I end up missing big chunks of the movies because I’m imagining beating the crap out of the guy behind me that keeps kicking my chair. What’s so hard about understanding that there are other people in the theater?

I find it hard to justify paying the high prices to go and get upset, especially when I know that three months later the DVD will be released and I can watch the movie in utter silence with Leigh. Theater owners take note: You want to lure customers back? Stop letting the customers act like animals in the theater. Enforce a few rules (unfortunately this will mean you must hire employees over the age of sixteen). I don’t mind if the movies are kinda crappy. I like movies that are kinda crappy. My grandmother had to hide my copy of “Who’s Harry Crumb” because me and my cousin Brad watched it over and over. So, I’ll pay to see crappy movies, but not if I have to get into a fist-fight to get the guy three rows down to shut the hell up.