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I am a huge fan of Coverville, one of the oldest podcasts around (the first episode started back in September of 2004). The premise is simple – it's a show devoted to the cover versions of songs. That is, songs by somebody other than the original artist. Sound like a premise that wouldn't last long? Not hardly. Regular segments include "Cover Story" where he tells the history of a band through covers of their music, and "OriginalVille" where he looks at the original versions of songs whose cover version is more famous. Then there's his All Request nights, as well as the regular music trivia segments he plays with his wife and son.

It's an OriginalVille that I want to point people to, because for episode 241 he did Elvis. You an Elvis fan? I know a few Elvis fans that read my blog. Want to hear 35 minutes worth of the songs that Elvis made famous? How about Big Mama Thornton doing Hound Dog? Or Del Shannon doing Marie's the Name of His Latest Flame? These are the people that did it first, and then Elvis came along and made them (the songs, not the people) famous. I learn something new every day.

There's really nothing bad I can say about this podcast. It might be one of the best ones out there today. It's music heavy, without being like a radio station. It's educational, entertaining, and completely clean. I could play this in the car with my kids.

Today in my inbox is some spam from Jesus. I don't know if that means that Jesus is evil, or if spam is ok now.

He has a message for me. That message is, "that a wall, just of laughing, but the me go ahead, of whatever you."

I have no idea what it means. But I'm thinking about sending it off to the White House, since our beloved president has mentioned in the past that Jesus speaks to him.

Maybe that's it — maybe Bush just got the same spam I did. Jesus doesn't want you to invade Iraq, George. He wants you to buy Levitra.

Katherine has started school again. I wonder if that has anything to do with her new vocabulary. Last night we're picking up toys so that we can watch a movie and she tells me, "Daddy? Here's what I propose. We pick up the toys, then we put on our pjs, then we can watch the movie."

Here's what I propose??

Later that night when deciding whether to finish watching a movie we'd started the other night (The Last Unicorn, which claims to be rated G but was way too scary and violent) or a new one from Tivo (The Aristocats) she tells me, "I don't want to dilly dally and be all over the place. I think we should finish watching the movie we're in the middle of before we start a new one."

Okey dokey then.

Even Elizabeth is getting better with the sentences, coming out with stuff like "Byebye school, see you next week."
Speaking of Elizabeth, I'm not sure if this was coincidence or a glimpse at a very sneaky child, but last night while picking up the kitchen, the kids were picking up the toys and Elizabeth was not helping. I could hear Katherine telling her to help and Elizabeth getting more and more upset as she said no. Finally she comes into the kitchen where I am and says, "Daddy put me timeout."

"No," I said, "Because you just want to get out of cleaning up the toys. Get back in there, sneaky."

"Daddy, how can you make orange when you don't have orange?"

"Yellow and red."

"And how can you make purple when you don't have purple?"

"Red and blue."

"But Daddy, how can you make red when you don't have red?"

"Ummm……"

Does it bother anybody else that Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin was killed by a stingray? Kerry and I (and friends) swam with those things down in the Cayman Islands. My first thought was, "Surely we're not talking about the same thing. He must have been swimming with the exotic poisonous cousins of the ones we swam with."

Nope. That's the big thing everybody's talking about how, what would have provoked the "usually peaceful" stingray. Since they have it on video (ewww) the current theory is that the stingray became trapped between Irwin and the cameraman, and it was a defensive move on the animal's part.

The scariest part is that he did not die because the thing is poison and it scratched him, or it bit him and he bled to death or something….he died because its barb hit him in the chest and punctured his heart. Holy $%^&*(. When we went swimming with the things the worst they told us to expect was a pretty nasty hicky if you touched their food and then touched yourself. (And yes, clear instructions were given to under no circumstances touch the food and then your crotch just to see what would happen.)

Got some new pictures up this weekend. Actually old pictures – mostly of the christening – but new in that I finally got them up on the site. I'm not linking them directly from the blog anymore, so if you've forgotten the URL, email me and I'll let you know.