Batman. Quentin Tarantino needs to do “The Dark Knight Returns.” Not the directing, just the role of the Joker.

Another Silly Song. Old Country-Western song by Little Jimmy Dickens.If I remember this right, we used to sing the chorus over and over. Enough to drive a couple of parents mad. Oh, well. They seem fine now. May the Bird of Paradise Fly up Your NoseOne fine day as I was a-walkin’ down the streetSpied

Sha Na Na. I was talking about silly songs I have known at work…and about half of the people on my team didn’t know who or what “Sha Na Na” is. Well, let me tell you…no, wait. There’s a website: Sha Na Na’s official home page. My brother and I listened to their Silly Songs

Calling All Woodworkers… There’s no way I’d ever be able to justify spending this much money on this thing, but if you have the slightest inclination to make these things, Cuboro labyrinth blocks would be a good birthday present…

Gods of the Supermen. Some superheroes have religion. Maybe not the same religion you have, but they got it. (Via Ghost of a Flea.)

The Problem of Setting Down What You Have to Say Do you ever have the feeling that there’s something that you need to say, and you have no idea what it is, let along how to go about it? I sometimes feel like there’s something or other that’s waiting to come out and that there’s

Georgia on My Mind. I’d decided for some reason that I was going to listen to the different versions of “One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer,” but I only came up with seven or so. I tried “Georgia” next. Voila. There are over 130 published recordings of the song “Georgia on My Mind.” I listened

Irony. The oil pressure light on the bug (which is a she but still has no name) had been going off. Changed oil. Changed to different oil viscosity. Listened to the mechanic explain to me (after a few people had already expressed this opinion) that it was probably the oil pump, but he wanted to

Coined. ***Dave invented the following term to describe the first decade of the century: aughty. Please pass it on.

Octavia Butler Dies. Science fiction writer Octavia Butler died on Saturday at age 58. She was an amazing writer–a real storyteller who could lead you into the worst parts of gender and race without turning pedantic or bitter. She had amazing ideas. I haven’t read all her books yet. I can only handle one every