We now present another LBG masterpiece, this one rescued from the tapes of the same night as the infamous ‘Steamroller Blues’.

Scott McCullar on vocals. He is the Kwisatz Lumberjack.

Our Dark Lord Stevie Chuckles on harmonica, me and maybe Patrick Nielsen Hayden on guitars, Casey Hamilton on bass, Martha Wells and probably Kim Rector and Cathy Ruedinger on back-up vocals.

You know the drill. Click the pic.

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And there’s a late addendum as a result of Rachael seeing me working on this post, and awesomely pointing me to Brawny Academy and the Woodsy Wisdom video series. They’ll change your life.

I had to share this one (via). Magician Ursula Martinez takes “nothing up my sleeve” to a whole level. Hilarious, sexy, and as zuzu says, definitely NSFW.

These are my new entertainments, Little Tex and Secret Kitty.

Yeah, the Toxoplasma rulez. We all might as well just get down with it. Between me and Rachael and Caroline, it’s gonna be all kitties, all the time, here at EOB.

I haven’t posted much recently because She Who is Awesome has been hanging with me here all week. We camped last weekend in the forest with the WildAssed NeoPagans for a late Beltane celebration. Usually, Beltane gets a little over-heated. This one was relatively serene and reflective, and I enjoyed it a lot. Therefore, I must be getting old. I found a fair amount of time for tree-worship with the sacred Martin DC1E, and wrote a new rock song in the process.

As an antidote to leafy green calm, last Sunday Rach and I caught ’28 Weeks Later’.

It’s a well-executed fast-zombie flick, as I’m sure you know. However, the main characters and the military have to do some absurdly stupid things to move the plot forward. I can recommend it, but you have to turn off your brain occasionally. I wanted to strangle the lead kids in it a couple of times. Which, as it turns out, would have been a Good Thing.

We’ve both read ‘World War Z’ this week, and I recommend it without any reservations at all. Best zombie book ever. I can’t wait for the movie.

The main thing that both of these pieces of high art make obvious is that slow zombies are tough enough to deal with, no matter how silly they might seem. If it’s fast zombies, we’re gonna need lots of motorcycles with flamethrowers and shotguns. A donation now to the RnR Motorcycle Modification Fund could save your life next year. You can calculate your chances of surviving the Zombie War at the World War Z site. Rachael got a current 49%, which is disheartening. Need more guns and flamethrowers.

The kittens are mind-rottingly adorable, of course. Unfortunately, they have to share the house this week with Texas, Rachael’s cat. And he hisses and goes all Charlie Manson on everybody when he sees them. So we’ve bifurcated the apartment, with Texas getting the living-room and kitchen, and Little Tex and Secret Kitty getting the bedrooms and bathroom.

I’m not sure whether they entirely like that division. One of them has recently taken to peeing on my feet in the middle of the night. I don’t know if that’s an editorial comment or youthful exuberance.

They’re both playful, and as charming as hell, and are working hard to destroy all of the magazines in my bedroom, and I already adore them. Of course, that’s probably the Toxoplasma talking…

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Pic Credit to Rachael Harper.

The Secret Number for 05/27/07 is 254.