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This past Sunday The Simpsons began its twenty-seventh season, spurring yet another round of the question “Jesus christ, how long is this thing gonna keep going?”  Not long ago, when it was reported that voice actor Harry Shearer was retiring and presumably taking the half dozen characters he voices — including Ned Flanders, Mr. Burns and Principal Skinner — with him, Fox maintained that the show would go on regardless (although they eventually caved and offered him more money).  If the loss of those characters didn’t prompt any talk of shutting down The Simpsons, it’s fair to conclude that there are no plans to retire the show in the near future. 

As a big fan of the show, I’m perfectly okay with this.  I grew up watching the show, great swathes of my memory are dedicated to it, I play the iPhone game religiously and I’ll likely end up with a Simpsons tattoo at some point in the near future.  Read the rest

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Chocolate Nam

Sometimes, a ride just speaks for itself. Meet Chocolate Nam…

Choc Nam

It’s mid-day and I’m cruisin’ Haight-Ashbury. The sun is high and it is yet another perfect, beautiful San Francisco day. (Yawn.) The street is bustling with thrift store shoppers, retail workers and mid-western tourists congregating for snaps of themselves flashing peace signs below the famous intersecting street signage that marks this infamous corner. Post-selfie, it’s on to gawk at all the 60’s memorabilia glowing in black lights, as bongs and tie-dye emanate psychedelic from a multitude of head shops. And with leashed cats on their shoulders and unleashed pit-bulls at their sides, dirty-colorful neo-hippie runaways hawk pot vivacious to all that pass.

I drive past… and am immediately struck by the vision of an older black man at the peak of fashion, as he hobbles into the street to flag me with his black and silver-gilt cane on high.… Read the rest

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Johnny Depp, Hunter S. Thompson and the Illuminati?

Who’s ready to get weird? Strap on your tin foil hats and let’s go exploring — Illuminati Hollyweirdness Celebrity style!


This time around the intrepid investigators at IlluminatiWatcher go down the Johnny Depp (and by extension Hunter S. Thompson) rabbit hole and bump into Damien Echols of the West Memphis Three along the way:

While many of you may think the lovable Captain Jack Sparrow from Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean couldn’t POSSIBLY be into such dark forms of evil worship, I beg you to take a look at ALL of the evidence below and come to your own conclusion.

Perhaps Johnny Depp is a great guy who would never do such things and I have no idea what I’m talking about. Or maybe he falls in line with the many other closeted Hollywood occultists that pursue their own beliefs behind the scenes while the public is presented an entirely different image…

They say you can judge someone by the company they keep, so judge I will…

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Dreams of a Short



I haven’t slept.

Well, I haven’t slept well. Okay, okay, I admit it… I relapsed into nighttime cough syrup abuse. And sedatives of this type are widely reputed to rob you of vital R.E.M. (Thanks, NPR.)

Maybe I’ll just go into Citizen’s Cab late today. At this point, I am willing to exchange the first few hours of the day and it’s $20-80 remuneration for a few more hours of half-sleep. (Actually, as it goes, I did just start getting some R.E.M. about an hour before my alarm went off.)

I better call-in to Kojak, though. Let him know. If you don’t show around an hour after your medallion time – 4:15am in my case, the dispatcher/office guy can (and usually will) give away your shift to a newbie not on the schedule.


Sack, “Koj, it’s Sack. I’ll be in around 7. Hold 137 for me.”

Koj, “Sack, you wanna see if I can get you a short?”

I hear Kojak broadcast over the radio, “Anybody want a short?… Read the rest

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The Surprisingly Mysterious Life of Bob Ross

Bob Ross was an iconic American painter. Not for his ability to command the brush or fabulous wealth but for his mellow, mellow presence and penchant for the Afro hair style.

And, of course, the Happy Little Trees.

Not much is actually known about the man, however. Today I found Out tries to sort the murky details:


Born in Daytona Florida in 1942, Ross was the child of a carpenter (Jack) and a waitress (Ollie) who separated, married other people, separated from those new partners and then got married to each other again all before their son had hit his teens. As a child, Ross entertained himself by caring for injured animals, much to the chagrin of his parents who soon became used to coming home to find an injured alligator in their bathtub or an armadillo running around Ross’ room.

Education wise, Ross left school in the 9th grade to support himself as a carpenter with his father, during which time he lost the tip of his left index finger in an accident, an injury he later hid from viewers most of the time with his paint palette.

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20 Terrible Scientists in TV and Film


Louisa Walker via Den of Geek:

Indiana Jones is a great movie character, but a terrible scientist. Here are 19 more for your consideration…

Scientists can get a bad rap in films and TV. As Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory utters “it’s amazing how many supervillains have advanced degrees.” They are often the source of a lot of the troubles that the heroes face, either through lab accidents or a slight megalomania problem. As science is being increasingly used in films to explain strange goings-on, I thought it worth looking for the examples of scientists in films who give our job a bad name.

So, some ground rules first.

The definition of “worst” in this list can relate to simply being bad at science. However, there is an inherent understanding in the world of science that your work should be conducted to an ethical code. Science in general is geared towards helping people or improving the world, through things such as finding ways to cure diseases or developing technology to make people’s lives easier.

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The A=432 Hz Frequency: DNA Tuning and the Bastardization of Music


Brendan D. Murphy via Waking Times:

GA=440Hz: Not Quite Music to My Ears

Humankind is the largely unwitting victim of afrequency war on our consciousness that has been waged for decades, if not millennia. The goal has clearly been to keep us as gullible and subservient as possible, through multifarious means.

In modern history in particular, there has been what Dr. Len Horowitz has referred to as the strategic “militarization” of music. This happened in 1939 when the tuning of the note ‘A above Middle C’ to 440 Hz was adopted in the world of music. In 1910 an earlier push to effect the same change was met with limited success. Three decades later, the British Standards Institute (BSI) adopted the A=440Hz standard following staunch promotion by the Rockefeller-Nazi consortium—“at the precise time WWII preparations were being finalized by the petrochemical-pharmaceutical war financiers.”[i] This was the year that A=440 became the international standard.

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Burners & Redemption

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It’s a groggy morning coming back to big city cab driving from a Labor Day weekend camping with my kid and his Boy Scout troop. The scene of the crime was a few hours north of San Francisco at the border of the redwood-abundant Mendocino National Forest, on the outskirts of a rustic western hippie-redneck town named Willits. I kept busy with my guitar and some illicit booze (This WAS a Christian endeavor, people!) as the boys all ran around honing their various skills in sailing and canoeing on the lake, and at dispersed stations set up for archery, BB guns, shotguns and rifles.Driving in my van way too early into work this morning, there’s that smell in the air. You know the one; where no one wants to be back at their desk, where the town ever so slowly creeps back to life and productivity as every khaki pant and navy skirt stands ready to blow off their first day of work clearing out emails and shooting the shit over at the water cooler via exchanging familial tales from their time off.

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Starry Starry Dawn…



I bribed Kojak at dispatch for an airport this morning.
But it is not the airport, per se, with regard to which I write to you now…

2537 Clay – affluent Pacific Heights. My airport. “Beth” says the Cabulous screen.

I’ve backed into the drive.

(Yes, in my regular Prius – 137. I only had to jump her this morning. Okay… and ignore the one burned-out headlight while cruising around for flags in the predawn.)

The sun is rising.

I’m fifteen minutes early, to ensure that I would not be late to the order while rolling with a local. Well, and to ensure that Cabulous wouldn’t auto-dispatch my bounty to whatever other closer driver, while I’m headed to the order.

I ‘Call Passenger’ through the app and give the usual spiel,

“Hi. This is Alex from Citizen’s Cab. I know I’m early, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m out front for whenever you’re ready…”

Alas, Beth is not biting.… Read the rest

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