Weekend Revellers

Roxy, Will and Mary visited our humble burg this weekend.  On Saturday, after an emergency trip to the mechanic and a slightly more leisurely visit to the Music Museum, we had quite the "Mother of a Blow-Out." During which, Will and Mike wowed the crowd and , thanks to the internet, you as well.

 As you can hear, they soon had us "Feeling Alright."

Merry Xmas to All, and to All An SCTV Night

Al Fish spent a cozy Xmas Eve with Miguelito and Superbigmuch -- hooking us up with SCTV gems like this.

To feel like you were there with us, be sure to hit rewind and replay the Eugene Levy and John Candy solos about 14 times.

Unless you want to keep your friends, that is.



And yes, you geary geekwads, Rick Moranis is Jimi Hendrixing it up and playing his guitar all upside-down and turned around. Happy holidaze!

Friends Bear Witness to Broom Jumping

(Vermillion, SD) - Two long-time HIA'ers, R. Abeln and A. Fish, were eyewitnesses to a broom-jumping ceremony held at the Clay County Courthouse, Friday, September 26.

While the bride and groom could not be reached for comment, Fish, who served as both best man and photographer, was quite self-congratulatory on his stellar fulfillment of these dual roles.

"During the nuptials I held proud and firm as, meanwhile, the bride totally practically lost it," reported Fish. "Her voice cracking and her eyes tearing, she so totally almost lost it -- but not me, no-siree."

"And my photos are the shuh-hizz! I am so proud of the way I used the unique architecture of the courthouse to grab some awesome pix!" bragged Fish. "I am so impressed with my own ability to compose a fabulous shot in the midst of hub-bub and tufty bits of wedding finery."

Meanwhile, Abeln, looking glamorous in her gilded maidron-of-honor frock, remarked on how terrific she looked for the ceremony. "While Katy and Mike were saying something about honoring and cherishing or something -- I wasn't really listening -- I caught my reflection in the polished wood of the courtroom table," remarked Ablen. "DAMN, I looked hot!"

While the couple jetted off to Omaha for a weekend honeymoon, Fish and Abeln stunned downtown Vermillion and Sioux Falls with their glamour and pizzazz. "Mike and Katy should get married every year!" shouted a gleeful Abeln as she danced on the tables at Raziel's. "Just look at all the hot, young college studs who can't take their eyes off me!"

Scenes from Happenin' Vermtown

Al Suave

Al Especial

Jefe & Renee Sizzlin'

Jefe Impressing Lee

Oogie Oogie Oogie

Who Is This Man?

Chicas Calientes

Some of Us Don't Have to Try So Hard

Renee Gettin' Religion

MmmmrreOW!

Luscious Lindy

Rumpus Room!

Mike and I Were Almost Amish Yesterday

So we have a convertor box for the TEEvee and the DVD player, and one or more of the cats chewed through the adapter cord. Back in my day, replacing a jack just meant going to the store and buying a jack, however, because "techmology is very important in our world today," adaptors now come with a host of plug-in's and warnings about not reversing the polarities, or one will blow out the electricity for the entire tri-county area.

So Mike took the be-chewed adaptor to the Walls of Mart, and the electronics dude gave him forewarnings as mentioned above about the doom and destruction he would wreak upon the earth were we to buy the wrong adaptor.

Last night we ventured back to WalMart with the entire convertor box to make sure we did not flirt with the apocolypse. On the way, I wondered if we would get a clerk who would look at us askance and just be like, "Um, yeah, you just need this thing. It's $3.99 American dollars. You can take it to the counter and they'll ring it up for you."

My worry was that the initial dude just freaked us out and that buying the jack wasn't that big of a deal, and that by bringing in the entire convertor, Mike and I would look like we had just ridden our buggy three hours into town to ask the worldy ones if the spirits inside the little black box that bring the evil talking pictures into our home had perished.

"Is God punishing us for when Michael Patrick took up the saw that is fueled by the oil of Satan at Abraham's barn raising last fall?" we would beseech the freaked-out clerk. "Would the people inside the box return if we read enough scripture?"

"Does it make God angry that we look to the demon cube during His harsher winters when our fingers are too numb for cross-stitch or whittling toys for the kinder? We fear He will not heed our prayers; prithee, will you tell Him that we only gaze upon This Old House, and only after He cast away the Baywatch?"

Fortunately, we got a gearhead clerk who was excited to tell us about the features on our new adaptor and why we had chosen the perfect jack for our television-viewing needs. So last night I saw "The Jerk" for the first time. I know -- I'm the last American child of the 70's who hadn't seen it. I can't believe I lived a life without knowing the horrors of kitten juggling.