Obama and McCain - Dance Off!

Facial expressions are hilarious.

MADtv - The 2006 Cactus Ridge P.G.A. Desert Classic

Worst Fight Scene Ever

Neato

Live News Blooper - R Rated!

I feel like buying this guy a drink.

I Want To Be A Tramp

I've been tossing the notion of if I could actually be a supertramp around. Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves - anyone who knows me knows that I'm the king of car camping, not to mention the $50-100 I spend on food, accessories etc. I'm not, unfortunately, the most resourceful guy around and I tend to settle nicely into comfort zones of instant food, hot showers and couches in front of televisions but I would like to quietly believe that I do possess at least a trace of the gene that enables one to live off the land - off the grid.

Let's get one thing straight, I will NEVER burn my money. I'm not one for blind fanatical actions in the name of.....whatever, I just want to find out if I can walk away from everything that defines the parameters of my comfortable life and become a supertramp. After I microwave a pizza and watch the Suns game on my couch, I'll consider it more.

Just a quick note - IFC.com is running the 50 best comedy sketches of all time....a definite must see.

I went to college with these guys.

Ladies and gentlemen, Jason and Nathan doing there thing. Nate's got moves!!

Plane English

Eye have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss Steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
Eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

-Sauce unknown

I'm becoming a huge fan of my student Morgan's notepad. She has some physical issues that we're working whole-heartedly on, but she has an aura about her that makes you believe she's destined for something great. Sure, sounds a bit crazy just from a couple of poems she's jotted down to remember, but spend five minutes with her, and you'll know what I mean. I see her on Thursdays, so check back at the end of next week.....I've assigned her to find and bring another piece of literature for my amusement.

An Autobiography
Allegedly By: Morgan

I.
I walk down the street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost....I am helpless
It isn't my fault
It takes me forever to find a way out

II.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don't see it
I fall in again
I can't believe I am in the same place
But it isn't my fault
It still takes a long time to get out

III.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it is there
I still fall in.....it's a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get out immediately

IV.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it

V.
I walk down another street

At first I thought this was thought up and written by one of the students I work with (who is 9 years old) but it turns out to be from Portia Nelson. I was so impressed by this student that I couldn't wait to post this, but even after finding out that she just copied it out onto a notepad, I still think it's a cool poem and worth posting anyhow.

Shaq clears the Suns bench - SunsDynasty.com

Sean Connery Montage

Remember this, Nate?

Oingo Boingo - We close our eyes (Live)

the piano

Kinof sad, but quite moving. Everyone around me plays or tries to play the guitar - as wonderful the guitar is and sounds, nothing matches the beauty and emotion of the piano.