RIP, Mojo Nixon.

Damn. He was one of the true ones. Never gave a damn, didn’t take any shit, and couldn’t stop until he dropped. Pour one down your throat, because Mojo’d be pissed if you tried to pour it out.

Elvis Is Everywhere*, Mojo Nixon


Moe Lane

*Normally, that would be crass of me. In fact, it’s still crass of me. But that’s how Mojo Nixon would have wanted it, dammit. All that the traffic would bear. Besides, he’s now gone to where Elvis has.


…That was my wife’s response to me telling her about how Obama inserted himselfinto all of the other Presidents’ online biographies.  It is, of course, a reference to Mojo Nixon‘s immortal Elvis is Everywhere:


…and an indication that I have the Coolest. Wife. EVER.

Moe Lane

PS: Barack Obama really does have no Elvis in him.

Elvis needs probes*.

Fun science fact of the day: the probes that we keep throwing out of the solar system aren’t quite where they should be.  That is one of those little piddling oddities that can sometime blossom into entire sub-fields of physics being named after somebody…and can sometime not blossom, but we’re almost overdue for a fundamental revolution in scientific theory anyway.  So keep watching the skies!

Personally, I find it unconscionable that the most obvious explanation has not been listed by Wikipedia:

Elvis Is Everywhere [Explicit], Mojo Nixon

Moe Lane

*Title courtesy of my wife.