Launch Day

In case you’ve ever wondered how to act at a party or a meeting you can print these cards out and pick one for the evening. Don’t look first!

have you truly ever considered a sierra gartersnake or calfornia striped racer? they are just as good as an african rock python but wont eat the children.

Youth! Eh, screw ’em. Noisy. Obnoxious. Don’t understand them. But don’t worry, there’s someone out there trying:

“I don’t believe that young buyers don’t care about owning a car,” says John McFarland, GM’s 31-year-old manager of global strategic marketing. “We just think nobody truly understands them yet.

We’re trying to get the emotional connection correct,” says Doug O’Reilly, a publicist for Subaru.

Half of a typical family’s spending today goes to transportation and housing, according to the latest Consumer Expenditure Survey, released by the Bureau of Labor Statistics.

I don’t know about you, but it’s nice to see someone – anyone – trying to “get the emotional connection correct.” Remember when like parents used to have to do that? Thank heavens for corporate America.

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/09/the-cheapest-generation/309060/?single_page=true

Consumer Expenditure Survey:
http://www.bls.gov/cex/

well the first ep is done and in the can. 5 songs, recorded in a night. art done. should be available in itunes, amazonmp3, like.fm, and all the rest in the next couple weeks. physical cds for shows via kunaki.

When we in the ivory-entrenched boardroom of launchday aren’t counting the divots on our golden cufflinks or performing for our supper, we occasionally like to watch a bike race. and we’ve noticed this guy named lance get chased by the feds for some bikeraces he won a couple decades ago over in yurope. now look – we love crushing people just as much as the next guy, but seriously? is this the best use of our collective YOOOOOOONITED STATES resources? Shouldn’t we be, like, fighting terror or whatever the gubment does these days? So uncle sam, respectfully and with our little felt hats in our little trembly hands, we offer a few suggestions as to what you might want to look into instead of, or at least in addition to, decades old bike race winners:

* human trafficking. this is becoming a bit of a problem.
* the big financial crisis thingie
* drinking water for all your citizens. again, sometimes kind of an issue.
* repairing the dang POT HOLES in POMONA. do you have any idea what these do to my wheels?
* drugs, defense, education, infrastructure, international relations, the border, the climate, oil, health care, drought, alternative energy, welfare, the budget, etc etc.

just some suggestions. thank you and good night.

Autumn, Click here ….

keep rockin…

Here in the ivory towers of LD headquarters we fancy ourselves cold hard men of science. We seek the truth and don’t care who it hurts. There is one topic so extraordinary, so breathtaking, that we have to revisit it from time to time, much as one may feel called to visit graceland, the circus, or the vatican.

That topic is UFOs.

It seems that modern man may occasionally glance into the night’s sky, see bizarre lights doing bizarre things in bizarre ways, and conclude, inevitably, as he must, that space aliens and a CIA cover up are involved.

It makes me think about ancient man, hearing peals of thunder tear through the sky, concluding, inevitably, as he must, that the gods were angry, or the earth was flat, or whatever.

Because a space alien so advanced, so curious as to visit us, is going to zip around in the sky doing doughnuts.

As far as I can tell, there have been pretty scientific explanations for nearly everything except taco bell meat, and of course science is the very tool (or worse!) of god, but for some reason when encountering something completely without explanation, so novel, so new – we throw up our hands in surrender and welcome our new alien overlords.

Um, anyways, I think I had a point when I started this, but have forgotten it, and now we’re throwing in a movie (“Goon,” for the fortieth time, god bless it), and thinking of taco bell has made me hungry.

If you see the aliens, tell them hey for me. They can find me playing elvis at the vatican.