850 miles later . . .

I am home from touring Massachusetts, New York, Vermont and a flash of New Hampshire.

I need ot clean house a little, then head for the bleachers at Fenway.

Big Update tomorrow.

Look for me behind Johnny Damon.

Plan is to wear a dark blue hat, white brim, with a white "P" on it.

Ganked from friends

From new_man via cristovau:

You go find a song that everybody knows and put the lyrics into The Babblefish. Translate them from English to German, then German to French, and then French to English. Then post here with 3 clues. See who gets the song right first.

OK, maybe only the first one is a song everyone knows.


Here's one:

The day, us in the roads of an American dream to cross us by the villas of re-elected in the apparatuses of suicide let us lead the night outside, lead the executives on the road, the chromium which one turns, of fuel injected and steppin ' on the line the baby ' to result outside ' these Stadtrips the bones from your back him a trap of death is outside, him, real to sweat ' of 9 ' Selbstmordpochen received us to leave, while us a boy ' causes Tramps as we are, baby had been born to us, to make run

1. It's a rock anthem.

2. It's old school.

3. Black leather jackets.

Here's another:

Well I does not have death a fear, is to him ahead the thought dead being me would like continues to be me, at once that my speech of praise my ash not to the sea to extend read outside, does not put to me to the bottom, around you to stop can my understanding in Muehelosigkeit places, if you fill my last request with m. high me of beside that jukebox, if I wanted the Lord I with the sky go die, but I do not go this evening wanted filled my loadings in top with sand, begins a rigid drink in my hand the m. me of high at side of which if I die

1. It's a country song.

2. Not about necrophilia.

3. There's a similar song about a guy named Bubba.

And a third

I play a game Mittelguitarre in a volume which we are in the best country, us in Chelsea and in France I am large and then to the personnel am a line of Kueken there counts which to wait, its probability on honey come thus now I do not form, you smell those the other average gallons nothing with me us these drinks finishes nicely and for which ' the cause, could have gone me more than handfull is, kisses you see itself me thus, I am shitfaced and me am soaked and me am dirtied and brown in the trousers, embraced it me! And I bought it round only

1. From a great Boston band.

2. Never gets airplay.

3. Could be a true Liam story.