In the pantheon of rock and roll, there are few if any artists out there who are as intimidating for manifold reasons as Queens Of The Stone Age front man Josh Homme. A mountain of a man who occasionally dons a ginger (these days with a fair amount of salt mixed in) beard, Homme’s brazen personality is backed up fully by the music he puts out.
With The Office at long last bidding farewell last night, its natural successor to the NBC Comedy Throne (such as it is these days) figures to be Parks and Recreation, both in tone and in its bloodlines. And though one of the stars of Parks & Rec, Nick Offerman, is immaculately mustachioed on the show, away from it he sports as rugged a full beard as one could imagine. And with both Paul MacLean and Joel Quenneville earning Jack Adams nominations today, this seems like the best way to pay tribute to both of their dusters as well as our daily beard requirements.
Is there anybody out there? Does anybody know?
Been there, no where, done that, get square, I’m hip, no lip, dig this, my tip, punk’s dead, see red, life sucks, dead end, no race, no face, still there, same place.
I know, they know, don’t drink, drive slow, insane, no brain, dress down, look plain, big fun, no gun, no girl, gotta run, flipside, can’t hide, can’t think suicide.
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Little Too Tall, Coulda Used a Few Pounds: Winging it in Motown, Abel to Yzerman
It had to be this way, didn’t it? While it was thought that the final regular season tilt between the Hawks and Wings was going to be the swan song for the rivalry before Scum headed east, that belief was strengthened by Minnesota’s ineptitude in the final week with their plummet to the eighth seed. But a funny thing happened on the way to Mordor, as the Wings were able to off the on-paper contender Ducks in seven games, and so it has now come to pass. One last dance before bidding adieu, with actual stakes attached.
With the final installment of our team-wide preview of a team everyone knows pretty well anyway, we take a look at Scum’s special teams. And much like the rest of the team, there are still dragons here, but they’re not nearly as ornery or fire-breathing as they have been in previous years.
There are few artists with as diverse of a collection of works as Chicago’s Shel Silverstein. From childrens’ books, to poetry, to songwriting, to stage productions, to illustrations for Playboy comics in the magazine’s hayday, the perpetually bearded Silverstein left behind a prolific resume at the time of his death in 1999.
Now that the Hawks finally have a second round opponent, it’s time to take a closer look at the Detroit Red Wings’ forwards. The names and faces might be familiar and nauseating, but it’s a necessary evil. So plug your nose, and we might be able to get through this together.






