First Sat May 06

Saturday, May. 06, 2006 - 2:45 a.m.

One month from today -- June 6, 2006 -- aka 6/6/06 -- It's National Day Of Slayer.

Headphones are heartily discouraged.

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Speaking of loud -- Old Buddy Dave's drum-set mascot has gone missing. He usually perches a stuffed Animal (from the Muppet Show) on the front of his drum kit when he plays, but Animal has taken an unscheduled vacation.

Since the thought of OBDave playing his drums without Animal is something that I just don't think the Universe could actually tolerate, I dug around on eBay and sent him a link to a new one.

The Buy It Now was pretty reasonable and he bought it.

Two possibilities here. It's gone forever so he needs a replacement anyway, or, it's just stashed somewhere and he should have a spare. Either way works.

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Kentucky Derby later today; I haven't done any research and I have no idea who to bet on. But I always enjoy seeing the horses run because it's very pretty.

However, if I were a betting woman, I'd bet on Number 11, SweetNorthernSaint, because I trust this jockey, Kent Desormeaux.

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The two trapped Tasmanian miners are entering day 12 of being in the following conditions: If you are an adult, hearken back to the last time you took a sit down bath with another adult. All elbows and knees and in one another's way.

Now drain the bathtub and turn out all the lights and close the door to keep the humidity in the bathroom so it's hard to breathe. Now sit there with that other person for twelve days. Halfway through your stint, you are allowed to use deodorant and a toothbrush and have water and food and glow-sticks, but other than that, you have the limited range of the area of the bathtub stall to exist in, and only the other person to talk to.

With that in mind, get a load of this: The miners are still in excellent spirits and one of them said the following:

On Friday night, Mr Russell jokingly asked ambulance paramedics to stop off at a fast food drive-through when he is freed and on his way to hospital.

Paramedic Peter James, who was in the mine talking to the men, said Mr Russell was yearning for McDonald's takeaway.

"Todd wants steak, egg and chips and he wants to go to Maccas," Mr James said. "... he asked for us to go through a drive-through with the lights and sirens going."

I hope the ambulance service will bend the rules and do exactly that.

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Okay, that's it. Have a Saturday!

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