Persisant Boredom at Riverdale Fitness.

Gotta love what a lost box of crayons, a uncleaned out backpack and 6 hours at work stirs up.

"In every living soul, a spirit cries for expression—perhaps this plaintive, wailing song of Jazz is, after all the misunderstood utterance of a prayer.---------- The New York Ghetto- throbbing to that rhythm of music which is older than civilization."-The Jazz Singer (1927)

Owl Jolson.

You gotta love old time cartoons. I recently watched the first talky, The Jazz Singer (1927) directed by Alan Crosland. On the disk there was a short cartoon called "I Love To Singa." It's a spin off of Al Jolson in The Jazz Singer. But instead of a jewish family in Brooklyn its a family of owls, hense Owl Jolson. I can't stop watching it, I can't stop singing it, and I can't stop dancing the little owls jig. Why not join me?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akAEIW3rmvQ

Lately it's been weirding me out how people look like there families. These creations created by other creations. blah.

All these shells keep getting in the way.

Makes Me Laugh Everytime

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxItH0I6xmQ

She was the tiniest of all the mice, until she wasn't.

Me: "The only problem is prosciutto from the store basically tastes like dick."
Anthony: "That must be some mighty fine tasting dick then."