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Fred From Youtube T Shirt
- A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
- T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
- jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
- A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
- Fred is Ebenezer Scrooge's nephew and only living relative. Fred is also a gentleman of some means, but unlike his miserly uncle, he is a kind-hearted, generous, cheerful, and optimistic man who loves Christmas.
- Fred are a five-piece Irish alternative band from Cork. They are Joseph (vocals), Jamie (electric guitar), Jamin (bass), Carolyn (piano) and Justin (drums). They have released three albums, the latest of which, Go God Go, was released in Ireland in 2008.
- Fred is a derisive term used by "serious" road cyclists to describe other cyclists who do not conform to serious road cyclists' norms with regard to dress and equipment, and appear amateurish to them. The term is generally reserved for men, while the rare female Fred is sometimes called a "Betty."
Originally posted September 10th. 2007 Call me chatter minded. That or just deficiently curious. I guess it‘s just a matter of perspective really, but when the opportunity arises, granted be it not all that often lately, I do have a nasty habit of allowing for my mind to wander. It will usually start off as a tangent, like say for example stopping dead in my tracks this morning while winding up hoses, to consider why it was I’d had Whitney Houston’s “How will I know” stuck in my head for the last hour and a half, how it had found it’s way there in the first place, and why it was I really didn’t seem to mind. Curious. It happens from time to time. A thought forms, and I pick at it like a scab. I pick, I prod, I probe, and I ponder. I consider the absurd, the other side, and I even allow for the occasional “yes I am a man, and I don‘t feel the lest bit bad about making a spectacle out of you, after a fellow subordinate had offered us each an handful of Wasabi flavored peanuts, and you made the mistake of saying “I dare you to suck on them”, while I’d had my wit about me.” Most men I know just don’t generally suggest sucking on spicy nuts in the work place…Come to think of it, and oh yes I did think of it. Most men I know don’t generally dare each other to suck on nuts at all. It’s not common, and it’s just the sort of thing that has a habit of putting my gears into motion when things are running smooth and I have a few extra moments to make considerations outside of whether or not is was a good idea to let the new guy wash the hood position. A curious tangent at first that for one reason or another inevitably leads me blindly to yet another thought. That thought grows, and somehow manifests into yet another ponder pow wow, that will in most cases be completely unrelated. Eventually that thought will lead me in yet another path pointed in an entirely new direction. Take Wasabi flavored nuts sucking for example. At some point not long after, I found myself stooped in front of a drive wheel absorbed in after thought, as I sprayed acid onto the wheel like a zombie, and suddenly I had a new thought. I had to considered how good the possibility was that I might be on some form of government watch list. Where the hell did that come from? Well…Lets see. I do have family that work in high security government jobs, and I can’t deny that I think at least half of my immediate family is in fact nuts, as far as I’m concerned. There is also the undeniable fact revolving largely around my eldest’s sisters, uhm, not so better half…I think he is about as useful as an empty canteen in the middle of a Sahara. Perhaps that is how I drew the sparrow to it’s nest. Perhaps it was another path. In earnest at this point of hind sight it’s really all speculation. Still the thought was there. Or was it? Could they be watching me? I at that point could not help but consider that it might not have been the best idea to first perform a search on my computer the other night, for information and images of a Barret .50 caliber semi automatic sniper rifle, right before I then conducted a thorough search for the where abouts and history of Slobodan Milosevic. You can’t deny…It does raises questions. It didn't stop there though. I then pondered further. That seemed to lead me to a multiple choice section of my brain, where I could decide wear the next ponder would be struck from. Sort of like those old books I use to read back in junior high, where I could decided at some point what would happen next, and then turned to the page as instructed. It never worked out the way I wanted, and I usually ended up finding myself all corpse like or imprisoned. Odd that a recollection like that would then lead me to curiosities such as my spending habits. I’ve heard the conspiracy theorists plaints, and their hushed messages. I rarely carry cash, and most of my purchases are made with the convenience of plastic. This would be the cue where I considered some of my more resent purchases at the mega Wal-Mart and other various locations round about town, taking comfort in the fact that between the time I'd made the some what resent and arguably random purchases of beer, condoms, hamburger meat, insect poison, and a lawn mower mulching blade, I’d not formed a wild hair and gone out to garner myself a passport. That sort of consideration eventually led me in yet another brand new direction. A direction that for some reason actually makes sense to me for once. I thought about the Wife. That thought then led me in the direction of this fine countries leaders. There again, that path made perfect sense. The Wife is well, Wife. She is the boss of this here domicile, and we must adhere to her law. Like wise our administrative council is in control of this here country. Each equal in there own way. While in charge, they must answer to the folk they speak for...So ends theory. The Wife runs the house, and I have to admit considering that I am quite matter of factly
Dave Grohl, Sun-kissed, Outside of the Grammys, February 10, 2008
The great Mr.Grohl. Leader of the Foo Fighters, who are absolutely great. Pure, genuine passion. Formerly of, of course, Nirvana, where he played the drums for his old friend Kurt Cobain. Now Dave is out front, singing, writing songs, playing guitar. I took this outside of the Staples Center on the day of the Grammys. Dave and his band The Foo Fighters - along with a full orchestra conducted by the one and only John Paul Jones- yes, that John Paul Jones, of Led Zeppelin- performed a special outdoor rendition of their great song "Pretender." I was there as they rehearsed - and though it wasn't televised - Dave sang full-throttle - and looked entirely overjoyed by the power and beauty and majesty of the orchestra- and the sun was shining, and fans were screaming- and I stood front and center snapping photos, amazed by it all. Many photos from this to come Afterwards, Dave and John with the guys from the band and the orchestra members posed with happy relaxed smiles for photos, which I got in on. I was dressed up for the Grammys - nice jacket, shirt, tie - even pants - and went up to Dave and asked for his photo, and he said, "Why is it you photographers are always the best-dressed people at these things?" Then he posed for a few and was sweet and funny. "This is the best time of my life," he said. "I can't really imagine it could get any better than this." He was genuine, sweet, and very grounded. The other photographer requested, for some reason, that Dave take his picture with me. He handed his big Canon with a giant lens to Dave, and put his arm around me. We posed, Dave aimed and said, "Say Indiana Jones!" And we did.