Reno (AP) If you thought you knew anything about deceased rock star amphibians snuffed in their prime, think again.

While fans and family of the late Froggie the Frog had finally begun to reach closure, new evidence has surfaced which has once again stirred the pond of human emotions. Just weeks after a Federal Investigation finally concluded that the frog’s death was in fact an overdose and not foul play, an anonymous letter to Froggie’s family has sparked national outrage.

The letter alleges that Froggie fathered love-tadpoles the night of his death. The note, which has not been made public, was delivered to his Father and surviving relatives in Reno, Nevada and threatens the family if they do not comply with certain demands.

“Apparently, somebody thinks this sick joke is funny.” said Froggies father, Mr. Squiggles, “well, we’re not laughing.” A nationwide manhunt has begun to find the author of the note, whose demands include three cobs of Jamaican corn and the assassination of Bob Evans. If these are not met, the author threatens to go public with incriminating photos.

As of today, no photos have surfaced, but questions are flying around fan websites and local hotspots. Many say that this lends credibility to the theory that Froggie was in fact the victim of a vast murder conspiracy.

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First Coachella, now Lollapolooza.

My best friend form Highschool, Rob, and his wife Angela are coming out here to go with us in July. We can’t wait. It goes without saying that the Sugars will be there, since it’s in their backyard.

Again it’s going to be freakin incredible. There’s a little overlap from the last show, but who cares.

I remeber the first Lolopalooza I went to- it was the one with Pearl Jam, Sound Garden, Ice Cube, The Chilli Peppers, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Lush, Ministry and I don’t remember who else. I was floored.

I went again a few years later for the Beastie Boys, etc., but it was fading pretty quick. It’s cool to see them take a lesson from Coachella and the other festivals and bring it back to the Indie-Rock bands who fly under MTV’s radar.

I think the best festival I’ve ever been to was the HFStival in DC back in like ‘92. I got to see TMBG, Catherine Wheel, Wolfgang Press, Too Much Joy, The Ocean Blue, The Charltons UK, and the Soup Dragons. That was incredible. The Soup Dragons headlined and at the end of their set this guy bungee jumped out of a hot air balloon durring “I’m Free” and we all went nuts. There were 30,000 people there having a blast all day. It only cost 7 bucks.

Tonight the feed on 97X WOXY went silent. Winamp just keeps bouncing from url to url trying to find it, so I call him off. For those who don’t know, 97X was an Ohio based radio station that for 20 years stood as a modern rock lighthouse with an FM beam. Untainted by the corporate creep that has swallowed most stations, WOXY truely played modern rock.

97X, BAM! The Future of Rock and Roll.

I picked up the internet broadcast some time in the last year and it was like finding a friends I had lost touch with. I had been listening to this station all my life. Growing up at the Beach in Delaware, I heard it through the mixed tapes my friends made me of Front 242 and Nick Cave. When I went to live shows and fell in love with Too Much Joy or Catherine Wheel. When I found WOXY I got re-aquianted with the music that raised me.

As it would happen, this is the same time I got into the whole blogging thing, and I had also stumbled across Sledge’s site, but it was actually months before I realized the same guy I was laughing with on the net I was also hearing in between Stellastar* and Public Enemy on 97X.

I don’t think I’m that influential that I jinxed the station, but it really stinks that I only got to hear it for a short while. You will be missed, WOXY. It was hard to hear you guys let go of something tonight which has left such a profound impact on you and the world at large- but I’m glad I caught it. I know you guys said it, but I think it’s something that we should be telling you:

Thanks.

Dear Movable Type,

No thanks, I’d rather not part with that much scrilla. I would have thrown you a few bucks, but you had to go straight for the jugular.

You may have wanted to consider the fact that your competitors offer pretty much the same features and are still free. At the very least, you should have poked around to see what your current users thought about the new pricing scheme. Too late now, they’ll be jumping ship like rats- not even bothering to notice that we could just keep the current version.

Goodbye MT, hello textpattern, wordpress or drupal.

Me: sup yo
Him: hey there
Me: how goes it
Him: you know that pic i have of you on my site?
Me: yeah
Him: most people either say one of 2 things
Me: uh oh
Him: 1. WHo took that picture of you?
Me: ha
Him: 2. Is that Tom Green?
Him: funny huh
Me: HAHAHA
Me: thats great
Him: they say the tom green thing more often
Me: figures
Me: They should be saying “who is that sexy hunk of man-meat and how did you get him in your car?”
Him: yeah they should.
Him: but they dont.

I’ve been looking up old highschool aquaintences lately.

It’s funny. With all the torture highschool was, I kind of enjoyed it. What’s more, I really find myself hoping people have done well. I know many people don’t want to go home for their reunion, but I feel compelled to.

Those people shared four years of my life. It’s like there’s a little of me trapped there- getting together with them always lets a little of it escape.

I’ve only been back a few times in the last ten years, and when I do our converations always go back to all the stupid crap I did back then. I was the idiot-mouth. I’d say anything anytime anywhere. Large groups loved it. Individuals didn’t so much, but it’s understandable. Dang I’m glad I din’t waste a minute.

Anyway, it’s been cool to see where people are now. The girl I used to make run out of class crying is now an editor for businessweek. The nerdy one we called Doogie Houser is traveling the world studying marine biology. One buddy of mine just climbed a mountain in Alaska- ever since HS ended he’s been doing crap like that- all over the place. (Brett and Andrew are the latest- you guys seem to be having a blast.

Pretty much everyone I’ve found is happy doing their own thing. Not all, but all the ones I feel like rooting for, and that’s pretty cool.

The following story takes place Thursday night from 7:00 pm to 10:45 pm.

I have been cleared of all charges.

Thursday night I was working on a few papers I have to turn in as the semester draws to a close. As I’m typing away at the laptop, Heidi informs me that she’s going to the store or something, and wants to know if I need anything I guess. I can’t tell completely since my attention span takes a while to engage once I’m in “the zone” with my homework.

I do catch something though. Something something the scarf something. I think she wants me to check on something periodically.

Heidi has recently begun dyeing silk scarves. It’s something she’s picked up at work, and she teaches it to her old people. She’s darn good at it too. The woman looks like a movie star whenever she wears a scarf- very golden age Hollywood. Drives me nuts.

So she’s made a scarf and she’s going to give it to her mother for mother’s day. Sweet. Last thing she needs to do is set the dye by steaming it, so she’s set it up in a pot in the kitchen and she just needs me to check on it once an hour or so.

OK.

A few hours later I’m typing and my laptop begins to smell. Sweet. I must be working so hard that the laptop is about to have a meltdown. I save my work and keep typing. If that’s true I want it to go full nuclear under the weight of my Information Systems case study masterpiece. Come on baby.

Then it hits me. Wait. Smokey smell… smoke… burning. What does that make me think of? Heat. There’s something hot. If it’s not the laptop, then what else could it be? Hot, heat, burn… smoke… OH HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP.

I spin out of my seat and dart down the hall. The smell increases exponentially until I reach the epicenter- the kitchen. Here the smell of a thousand tire fires has camped out on the stove. This can’t be good. It’s bound to have some sort of effect on the steaming process.

I lift the lid. Poof. Black billows of smoke burp forth and I dodge them as they head for the ceiling. Peaking through the puffs I see the scarf.

No I see a thing. You know those shows about the aftermath of Pompeii? The ones where they show the charred remains of those who decided to flee too late? Yeah. One got in my pot.

I call Heidi and beg forgiveness, and after she stops crying she is more than willing. Turns out the stove is the culprit. Last time, she says, it never got that hot. It’s been inconsistent lately, going from warm to magma without warning and the evidence pointed to another such episode.

So Heidi’s Mom, I’m sorry. She had this really beautiful thing to send you and now it’s a crumbly blackened nasty thing. Not my fault tho. Not my fault.

Happy Mother’s day.

Somebody needs to come up with a box on the comment template where people can bust out a trackback to an earlier post they did in the same subject. As we all pile our archives into these massive heaps, it would be a nice way to keep them alive.

You know how it is, you see someone else talk about something you said a while back, but you don’t want to be a dork and leave a comment like, “cool- now everyone go check out what I wrote on the subject.” But, what if it was expected? What if there was already a box for you to paste the URL of a post you did on the subject? It could just be entered in the trackback section. We already ping each other when we reference each other’s posts. And, really, more people need to understand what trackacks are anyway.

This would create more of a web of useful dialogues. Posts of similar relevance would all be able to continue throughout the web. One would start here, resume there a month later and then pop up a bunch more places a year from then.

I’ll see what I can do to whip up something like it when I have a minute. In the meantime if anyone has seen something like it let me know.

Happy Mothers Day, from one bad mutha.

In honor of my mother, your mother and all other mothers out there:

Mr. T- Treat Your Mother Right

Right click, save as, enjoy. Happy Mother’s Day from E&H.com.

Let’s go get a Big Mac.

I-am-asian.com.

Note: Link fixed. Thanks Minh.

BTW, I’m smack in the middle of finals- so I’ll be pretty useless the next few days. I’ll prolly blow off studyuing to post, but I’m not promising anything. Look for a flood next week tho cause there’s a whole mess of stuff we’ve got cooking here at E&H.com.

Still Excited.

Always has. I don’t believe I ever sat through a whole episode.

The Singhsons- Parody of our favorite family with an Eastern Indian twist.

Forklift Safety in German. Begins slow, ends in massive carnage. Enjoy.

Love me. It’s all I ask in return.

How has “Friends” Influenced your life? 1,200 people were asked that question in a survey which is now being called “how big of a freaking loser can you possibly be?”

Man loses 11 grand because he was keeping it in his friggin pocket when he went for a friggin slurpee and gets it back. Who’s up for a rousing game of count the idiots?

Being madly in love makes your body go all chemically gender-bender. Women get a surge of testosterone and men get estrogen, effectively softening the line between man and woman. No wonder people always compare me and Heidi to Jaime Lee Curtis and Pink.

Costco hotdogs are now packing heat. Woman “finds” bullets in her hotdog? Did anyone catch the fact that the hotdog maker, Hebrew National, passes the dogs thru a metal detector? Betcha didn’t count on that one, did ya Missy?

I think we all smell a battle brewing, eh?

VS

Jay Manard and his Tron Costume against the New Kid on the Block- Mr. Ebay Stormtrooper armor.

I think now would be a good time to pick sides.

… I think there’s an opening in Milli Vanilli.

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I still haven’t collected my thoughts on Coachella- they’re all over my livingroom floor with the stuff I have yet to unpack. But I noticed a cool phenom- there’s a bazillion bloggers who went to coachella. Next year we totally have to do some community blog together with a blogroll, reviews, photos, etc. For now, I thought I’d try to round up a bunch of blogs that are featuring posts aobut it.

If I missed you. please let me know.

1115.org
whippetgood.com
Jedsundwall
megasoul
Kraftlog
danceblogga
artofthemix
tenth-muse
retrobuzz
information leafblower
coachella photoblog
so says i
brian kinney
ball master flex
synaptic blur
brendoman
classical gasp
cardinal collective
min jung kim
christian nut
cult of comfort
girl who wears glasses
hugi
burned by the sun
the blueprint

I’m sure there are tons more but I have to get some work done.

My kid is going to have every single one of these. A Cthulhu hand puppet- how awesome is that?

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