Trains of Thought

Things to Do With Old Rail Cars.

Like it or Not...

...it's the holidays. Break out the BIG UNDERPANTS.

That Cheermageddon Look of Parenthood

Da-da welcomes you to the BIG UNDERPANTS HORROR that is the holidays!
Happy Cheermageddon, everyone!

That Pre-Holiday Look of Parenthood

Here come the relatives. Lock up the booze.

That Nutty Look of Parenthood

Parenthood kinda feels like this. Every day. But in a GOOD way. No, really.

Yes, Virginia...

...Da-da just asked if it's Friday, yet. Until then, it's SO time to play the dash. Solid, Jackson.

Holiday Candy Tries to Keep Time

What is that, 9/8? 17/32? (That's 17 beats per measure, 32nd note gets the beat. Fun!)

More Holiday Candy

Sure, it's a little loud, but it VIBRATES.

A Little More Holiday Candy

Encapsulates the holidays nicely.

A Little Holiday Candy

No, Da-da won't sing it, but he will pull you over for singing it.

And NOW, the Real Horror...

...that's right, Steve, only three weeks till Thanksgiving and Big Ol' Underpants. Oh, and happy 11-1-11, everyone. If this makes anyone feel any better, you do get to look forward to at least two true tales of Da-da's Thanksgiving yesteryear mayhem; tales from this year would put you in a coma, so Vintage Da-da's on the way! (And if Da-da's parents don't come up with that hush money, you'll be seeing real shots from Da-da's horror past. Boo.)

You Can't Park That There

You Can't Park That There

Fred's wondering what genius came up with this POS and
whether or not his helmet can hold more barf.

Note: This was a notoriously bad, jet-powered VTOL prop design that caused problems for all concerned, pilot and crew alike. Every time they fired this puppy up, everyone concerned -- pilot, landing crew, technicians, scientists -- got violently nauseous, to the point where everyone was adding their lunch to the tarmac. They eventually discovered that each prop tip (there were six, counter-rotating) was spinning so fast that each was instantly going supersonic, multiplied by six, the sextuple sonic shock waves coming off the prop tips making everyone hurl (human bodies apparently don't like that kinda thing). The fact that the pilot was barfing and couldn't see where he was landing (he faced forward, that is... UP) was also more than just a little annoying, if not incredibly dangerous. Yes, this makes the operation of this vehicle actually WORSE than being A Man Called Da-da. Not many jobs like that. But at least the military contractor made a bundle.

You Can't Park That There

You Can't Park That There

Note: This week, Da-da's parking himself in a stasis field to do some writing (blogging and book writing don't mix), so this week is dedicated to incongruous parking anomalies. Enjoy.

Happy T-day Everyone!

Mmmm, eating TV dinners and drinking Sterno and watching the Lions lose do their best! Now THAT'S a celebration.

Afterward, we'll see you all at the drive-in! Bring lots of turkey-brussel sprout hoagies and Atoms for Peace! We'll be showing a double-feature of, "PLANES TRAINS AND AUTOMOBILES" and "NATIONAL LAMPOON'S CHRISTMAS VACATION." Anyone dressed/resembling John Candy gets in free.