Pariah

Desolation

Takes a really great Meeting to be better than No meeting at all

Orchard

From the Internet: "This country's education system is broken beyond repair. It's time to burn it to the ground and build from scratch." My thought: Confirming Elisabeth DeVos as Secretary of Education will certainly accomplish one of those two things.

Jim Carrey is the first Secretary of Silly Walks.

Q: Which of these five doors is the tiger behind, do you suppose? A: I'd rather have a bologna sandwich with sauerkraut, if it's all the same to you.

Lofty

I try not to think about it too much.

Young, curious eyes Wanting to know everything But it's bedtime now

Q: Any last words before we execute you for assassinating the President? A: To sleep, perchance to dream.

5:15 A.M. Snow laying all around A collier cycles home From his night shift underground Past the silent pub Primary school, workingmen's club On the road from the pithead The churchyard packed With mining dead Then beneath the bridge He comes to a giant car A shroud of snow upon the roof A mark ten Jaguar He thought the man was fast asleep Silent, still and deep Both dead and cold Shot through With bullet holes The one armed bandit man Came north to fill his boots Came up from Cockneyland E-type jags and flashy suits Put your money in Pull the levers, watch 'em spin Cash cows in all the pubs But he preferred the new nightclubs Nineteen sixty-seven Bandit man in birdcage heaven La dolce vita, sixty-nine All new to people of the Tyne Who knows who did what Somebody made a call They said his hands were in the pot That he'd been skimming hauls He picks up the swag They gaily gave away Drives his giant Jag Off to his big pay day The bandit man Came north to fill his boots Came up from Cockneyland E-type jags and flashy suits The bandit man Came up the great north road Up to Geordieland To mine the mother lode Seams blew up or cracked Black diamonds came hard won Generations toiled and hacked For a pittance and black lung Crushed by tub or stone Together and alone How the young and old Paid the price of coal Eighteen sixty-seven My angel's gone to heaven He'll be happy there Sunlight and sweet clean air They gather round the glass Tough hewers and crutters Child trappers and putters The little foals and half-marrows Who pushed and pulled the barrows The hod boys and the rolleywaymen 5:15 A.M.

Are we sure the old guy doesn't have cataracts ?

Flash

Tool

Maybe I'm curious?

Why would you even ask that?

Woman

One can hope.

The Round of 16 has begun! (And yes, before you ask, all venues were randomly selected. ) Voting for this round lasts until Wednesday, February 8th at 5:00 p.m. EST. With luck, I can have the Quarterfinals posted Thursday morning. Now go and vote already.

Huge Tracts

War

In the Steppes of Central Asia. (Borodin was better known as a chemist in his lifetime.) New Topic: Way-too-early predictions for next year's Super Bowl.

Offense

Driving

Moan