If the Nashville Zoo has any openings, they should consider hiring my favorite KNS commenter, Billie, to take care of their rhinoceroses, birds, and other prisoners.Â She will get it straightened out.
i think if you had different kinds of pets you have to keep them in different rooms from having sex. that is what can happen in a zoo. It can happen like in a jail. They should only have sex with the same animal.
Try as I may–and believe me, I try–I can’t write anything that touches this.
Eastcoast? Westcoast? Nope. This is all about Ebenezer and Westland–aka The Westland Ghetto. Entry to Knoxify’s contest was open to anyone discussing their ‘hood in the comments, so I figured I’d represent my block here.
And here’s a better look at the high quality T-shirt. Thanks again for helping save on my clothing budget, and check out Knoxify and Rootclip if you get a chance…both are examples of high quality interneting.
But it still exists. Now, however, it’s called The Billboard Truck.
About four years ago, the Admobile took Knoxville by storm. Everybody was talking about it. This was long before diesel prices skyrocketed to unsightly heights.Â This was before the scare tactic formerly known as Global Warming decided it wanted to be called Climate Change.Â The people that were talking about it were cussing it for the most part.
The earth was in a warming phase.
Back when it was called AdMobile, it actually moved. It could be seen cruising up and down Kingston Pike every day.Â In fact, my sources tell me that if a driver parked it for more than a couple of minutes the frugal owner, who was constantly refreshing the GPS position, would call them on a AdMobile cell phone and tell them to put it in gear.
As you can see by the video, the AdMobile is now parked in the Target parking lot in Maryville, and the name has been changed to protect the guilty. The ads no longer rotate, and only the ads on the side are sold, but mobile outdoor advertising lives in East Tennessee, making us all proud.
Wh-wh-WHAT?Â KnoxTalks has the lowdown on an NBC reporter making the statement about the stretch of Kingston Pike between Sequoya Hills and UT:
“people call it The Miracle Mile”
C’mon.Â Making things up to make a news story more interesting is soooo 2003 New York Times.Â But I’ll play along by making my own completely false and ridiculous statement and see if I get some play on big blogs for my nifty wordsmithing…
Big media clowns make up so much stuff about Knoxville, we call them all Jayson Blair.
Find me one Knoxvillian who has ever called this stretch “The Miracle Mile and I’ll buy you both dinner at The Varsity, which everyone knows is the place where all Knoxville locals eat.Â It’s located out there in the new Turkey River development.
Just wanted to say thanks to the guys over at Knoxify for rigging their random number generator so that I could win their contest.Â Look for me around town wearing a shiny new RootClip t-shirt.Â Hopefully by the end of the summer it won’t look like it’s two sizes too small.
I was enjoying a nice peaceful day with the fam and just now heard about this. Not much to say except that I’m stunned. Things like this are so rare here. We were just having a conversation last night about what a great place this is to live and have a family. I’m reading a lot of other people’s reactions right now, and I’ll update this post with links…
I drove up to the boonies to help a friend move today.Â Actually, I drove up through hell Gatlinburg to get to his new place on top of the mountain.Â On the way back I took the backroads in order to avoid the traffic and enjoy the scenic drive.Â Something really cool happened on the way back, and it didn’t really strike me as strange until a half hour or so afterwards.
A large tree had fallen across Highway 416, blocking the road in both directions.Â I was about 5 or 6 cars deep in one of the stuck lanes, but several of us got out of our cars and started disassembling the tree and moving the branches out of the way.Â Then a couple of guys (presumably locals) pulled up with their chainsaws and started cutting pieces for us to drag off.Â We had the road cleared in less than 10 minutes, jumped in our cars, and kept going.
This is a great example of why people work and government doesn’t.Â Sure, there were some people who sat in their cars and watched as everyone else cleared the road for them (“It’s not my job” types).Â But there were plenty of people who would rather roll up their sleeves and do some work to get where they want to go instead of waiting around on someone else.Â The guys who had chainsaws did the cutting.Â The rest of us did the moving.Â We didn’t have to have someone coordinate it, and we didn’t have to be forced into doing the work.
How long would it have taken for the road to be cleared if we’d all sat in our cars and waited for some gov’ment agency to take care of something we were perfectly able to handle ourselves?
We all saw a benefit in cooperating and working together to achieve a goal.Â Those of us who were moving limbs sure were happy some people had chainsaws, and I’m sure the guys with the chainsaws were happy they didn’t have to drag big pieces of tree–all they had to do was run the saw.
Notice how everyone, even the people who weren’t willing to help, benefited from the fact that each of us was acting out of 100% pure selfishness? We just wanted to get where we wanted to go.
TCH sent this video of a clip on Knoxville hero John Bean. This is the original “Whoop Your Ass” Jerky Boy, and in my opinion the best. One of the things I love about these prank calls is that everyone he threatens responds to his threats with “Well come on down here then!”Â Gotta love K’Town.
Best quote from the video–“He sold it to one of them A-Rabs…”
And favorite quote from the tapes–“They’s s’pose to be some damn good ‘uns”
Let me know if you haven’t heard these calls.Â We can arrange a listening for you!
I don’t hold back taking shots at Knoxville every now and then, but today we were reminded of one of the reasons we love living here.Â The Missus must have dropped her wallet while at the grocery store.Â Not only did someone turn it in completely intact, but a KPD officer (sorry I didn’t get his name) was nice enough to bring it by the house this evening.Â As she said, “that would never happen in Florida.”
How nice to live in a place where this kind of behavior is the norm and not the exception.Â Thanks to both the person who was nice enough to turn in the wallet and the officer who returned it to her.
Seemingly unrelated, I’m reading “The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg” in the, uh, office right now and enjoying every word of it.Â If you follow the link to Google books you can read it online for free!