

The 1987 Calgary Flames did - and they’ll be darned if you even think of putting it out.
Lyrics
V1: You can climb the highest mountain/ You can put a man on the moon
And you can see through the horizon/ You can sing a brand new tune
V2: When you hear the voices calling/ If the time is right for you
And you can give a second never (?)/ You can do what you wanna do
Chorus
But you can’t touch a flame when it’s red hot, you cant put the fire out
Like a magic thing that cant be bought
You can’t touch a flame when it’s red hot, red hot, redddd hotttttt
V3: You can take all the tea in China/ Face the dark now without fear
You can put a thing behind you (?)/ Standin’ tall against the years (??)
Back to Chorus

…and who doesn’t love a delicious side of bacons every once and awhile?

Contrary to popular belief, father-in-laws are not always curmudgeonly, judgmental jerks who secretly wish you never married their child. In the case of my falcon whispering father-in-law Brad Felger at least, it couldn’t be further from the truth. Brad is a really stand-up kinda guy, and when the two of us get to talking I get the impression he’s very pleased I’m around. In certain circles, one might assume the two of us are actually friends.
Being so buddy buddy and all, Brad invited me to join him on a routine falcon hunting exercise over the holiday break. Naturally, I accepted the invitation.
“We make the slices by hand, and then, we thrash the streets to get ‘em to ya” - that’s the promise of skate pizza founder Andrew “Graffiti” Scafidi. He may not own a cell phone, or check his emails as often as the pizza-loving community of Philadelphia would like, but I’ll be darned if this skate pizza video isn’t a stroke of pure awesome.
Now, if only somebody in this city would open up a “skate pierogi” shop…

Saw this on highway 1 whilst traveling through California this past summer. I don’t know how they celebrate Christmas over in Monterey, but it sure looks like fun.
Anyone who knows the real Brian Dwyer knows that I’m somewhat of clean freak. Border-lining on O.C.D like behavior, I tidy up things around the house like it’s my job (in fact, it actually was my job for a brief period, when I was a professional cleaning guy back in the spring of 2008). I mean, one of my favorite pastimes as a kid was strolling down the cleaning aisle and taking huge whiffs of laundry detergent bottles at the grocery store (true story).
That being said, one of my dreams as an adult is to someday own a Dyson vacuum cleaner - irrefutably the best manufacturer of vacuums on the planet (the Roles Royce of the medium, if you will, with a price tag to match). Being such a huge fan, you can imagine my unabashed delight when Danielle and I spotted the new Dyson Airblade hand dryer at an LAX bathroom a few weeks ago.

While strolling around Fishtown, we spotted this protest sign at the corner of Columbus and Frankford.

Brothers and sisters, it’s high time we as a people rally together and put an end to MC Hammer’s tyrannical reign of oppression upon the good people of these United States!
Three weeks into the new decade, and I couldn’t be happier; so far it’s been a remarkable time for horribly awesome child-themed internet videos. Between Sword Fightin’ Phil, Mini-Daddy and now this kid, Danielle and I have almost been rendered speechless (we’ve got a blog to run here, people). One thing is certain though - if the rest of the year is full of treasures this wild, 2010 is sure to be a banner year in the history books.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we’d like to call Bob Offenberg to the stand:
To find out more about Bob, you can visit his website. Whether or not you can read Dutch, be sure and check out the “Fanshop” section. You don’t need a translator to appreciate all the amazing Bob Offenberg memorabilia…or to watch this half amusement park commercial/half national pride pop masterpiece.
Until next time, Doei Bloggenheadzen!
I’m Brain, and this is my wife Danielle. We live in Philadelphia. We like awe-inspiring things. You must like them too, because you’re on our blog. Awesome!
