Hockey will (not) set you free

I'm very late in getting to this one, being that some weeks ago the Penguins went down faster and more dramatically than the Hindenburg in a lightening storm. But this is too funny not to share, despite the fact that this meme--I think that's what the kids call it--has been done to destruction and, well, sorry about the Nazi Germany imagery.

My favorite moments:

• "I trusted all the praise on Roots Sports all year long . . . " 
• "Johnson couldn't stop a slapshot from a 6-year-old" 
• "It's OK, Pirates games are still fun sometimes." 
• "There is only one possible explanation for this . . ." 

But there are many, especially if you know anything about Pittsburgh or sports. So put your historical squeamishness aside and enjoy.

Squeezebox

Good lord, neighbors. Again? I swear I want to go to bed early one night/wake up late one morning without having to listen to a rendition of "Squeezebox" by the Who played solely on bedsprings.

Straight to video

Normally, I don't do video . . . but I'm trying to stay hep and fly, so here goes, my second attempt at a homemade video: A brief, 49-second scene from my neighborhood in Pittsburgh, Easter Sunday morning 2012.

You're gonna have to turn up the sound REALLY loud to hear the bells and the birds (and, alas, the lone gas-guzzler driving by).

Happy whatever-you-celebrate--or don't.

Trolling for beads

Is this what you buy the person you love if the person you love spends all their free time in chatrooms and on message boards blaming Bush/Obama/capitalism/socialism/conservatives/liberals for all of life's ills?

'Cause if so, somebody owes me some damn Trollbeads.

Ah ah ah choo!

The world's most relaxed dog

Found him!