Druthers, as She is Had

Someone once told me that the greatness of the Danes is not soon forgotten. I can attest that I now hate this person and, more importantly, the bands thon likes. Of course, we can't speak of hating bands without also speaking of freakin Andy. Freakin Andy loves him some indie. In honor of freakin Andy, we've decided to sport our own indie band. You know, to be ironic. We've narrowed the list of band names to the following:

Atmospheric Cold Wars
Undefined Shaking
Intermittent Apathy

Furthermore, our debut album name has been narrowed down to the following:

So What, Soviet?
Alleviated Concern
The Eden Hierarchy

This debut album will contain such hits as:

I'm a Hipster, B*tch
Eyes are Like Portraits (Best Viewed through Thick Frames)
This Coffee's Okay
Let Me Tell You of my Mission Trip to Mexico
Applied Fair Trade to Catan and Lost

We've already played five sold out venues, but haven't made any money. We like to pack the house, then kick everyone out right before we play and give them all refunds. Then we play to an empty house. It's more intimate and underground that way.

Tebow?

Nathan Jackson

Regarding All Titles Recently Vacated by Departed Despots: Dibs

I call dibs. "Guiding Star of the 21st Century", "Glorious General, Who Descended from Heaven", "Amazing Politician", "Ever-Victorious, Iron-Willed Commander" and "Highest Incarnation of the Revolutionary Comradely Love" now refer to me, Nathan Jackson (as previously known, but henceforth known as [one of the titles mentioned above] Nathan Jackson). And I just blew your mind with brackets inside parenthesis. I do things like that because I am the Highest Incarnation of the Revolutionary Comradely Love (HIRCL for short). But what do these titles even mean? ANALYSIS, STAT!


Guiding Star of the 21st Century - A guide is, necessarily, in front. This is such that the sheeple (I'm being ironic here using "sheeple" because I listen to Indie music and wear square, thick-framed glasses) can clearly see the path chosen by the more intelligent and handsome individual leading them: me. However, there is more to this title than meets the eye thanks to the obscurities of the English language. On first read, it seems I am the Star who is guiding the implied sheeple - NOT SO, FUNKY READERS. I am so far ahead that I guide the star of the 21st century: Ken Jennings. If you have some kind of heart condition that causes your heart to stop after reading something overwhelmingly awesome, you'd be dead after reading the title, but even so, do not read any further. I present to you proof that Ken Jennings calls me sensei:

Ken,

In response to your request for map projection suggestions, I submit the Waterman Butterfly projection for reasons of aesthetics as well as a tone of pretentiousness.

Cheers,

Nathan Jackson

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Love the Waterman Butterfly!  Except for maybe Antarctica.

Ken

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Gentlemen,

What you behold with thine own ocular organs is in fact an email from one Kenneth Wayne Jennings III to yours truly, apropos of the Waterman Butterfly map projection.

SUCK IT,
Nathan Jackson

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That last email there might as well have been to you. Henceforth, consider it so. As for the other titles, it's really your own fault if you thought that I am structured enough to really BS my way through 5 of these things.

SUCK IT,

Nathan Jackson

Saving Your Family's Lives Just in Time for T-Day+4

If you have ever thought about heating up some leftover turkey in the microwave after Thanksgiving, STOP!

http://www.emfhealthalert.com/?p=231

What would we have done without Holly? I'll tell you: Died. We would have died, reader. But don't think the horror stops there:

http://www.emfhealthalert.com/?p=241

UgonnawatchNFLfootballafterturkeydinner? Nope. Ujustgonnadie.

I'll leave you with those two horrific thoughts and one upbeat one. The portmanteau of the day, brought to us by Holly from our friends at emfhealthalert.com, is "electrosmog". To wit:

http://www.emfhealthalert.com/?p=249 [6:45]

Your big brothers here at Gombler wish you a happy, and most importantly, SAFE, Thanksgiving, free of electrosmog.

A picture of 6 different bears lasering a hole in this boy's index finger.

Nathan Jackson

Stalwarts of Gombler: Yukon Cornelius

Please, consider the following:

I have spread my dreams under your feet, tread softly for you tread on my dreams. - W.B. Yeats

This fog's as thick as peanut butter! - Yukon Cornelius

Thank you.

Let us transcend now into an appreciative countenance as we reflect on those people, places, things, and cryptids that are frequently brought up in conversation amongst the Gombler team and more or less waste everyone's not-so-precious time. This particular revolution about the earth's axis brings us the curious case of Cornelius comma Yukon. Cut to picture.

That's the fellow.

Born to a family of little means in the tiny town of Bissett, Canada, Yukon dropped out of school at a young age. He spent his teenage years working the clay part-time at a brickyard (an occupation he would later reflect on as "ironic") and running peppermint for the local crime lord known only as "The Candy Man". Unbeknownst to both Yukon and the Candy Man, they would become responsible for the town's hendiadys moniker of "Vigor and Verve", respectively.

Yukon soon discovered that those employed by the Candy Man, were owned by the Candy Man. Yukon's parents, Klondike and Saskatchewan, fell ill shortly after Yukon's 17th birthday.  As the medical bills piled up, Yukon had no choice but to accept the Candy Man's seemingly generous offer of financial help. Predictably, once his parents had recovered, the Candy Man kidnapped them both in the middle of the Canadian night (around 2:30 PM), leaving only a note scribbled on a Tootsie Roll wrapper demanding 2.5 million troy ounces of gold and 3.5 million troy ounces silver bullion in exchange for his parents' lives.

At his wit's end, the normally bombastic Yukon quietly left Bissett the next morning about two months later to begin a career in the booming field of acting. Taking the screen name "John Candy" on orders from his new master, Yukon soon became a star. Illustrate.

John "Yukon Cornelius" Candy

 

After 21 years of  sending his earnings to the Candy Man to pay for extensions on his parents' lives, Yukon realized that because he was paid in Canadian dollars, he would never be able to come up with enough money to buy the precious metals as an actor. The author opines that perhaps it took Yukon 21 years to figure this out because he dropped out of school at a young age. Thusly and righteously, Yukon proceeded to feign his own death by heart attack and, acting on a hot tip from an old prospector, turned to prospecting the deep north for the gold and silver he so desperately needed. Image, as an imperative.

That's the chap.

 

You know the rest of the story. We've all heard the heartwarming tale of Yukon Cornelius' adventures with his rowdy friends in the snowcapped mountains closest to the North Pole. It is this author and his associated company's position that a little bit of Yukon Cornelius lives in all of us. Every time a man puts off shaving his face out of laziness, somewhere Yukon Cornelius is smiling.

Nathan Jackson

According to Bear

An excerpt from Obeardiah: the lore of how the sun came to be. To the tune of Master of Puppets:

Twas bird and bear as friend and equal
They burn the church, ignite the steeple
In all the world no terror found
As deep as when they'd raze the ground
In lasers, life, and winged flight
Mortal dif'rence came to light
The laser bear would never age
But birds doth pass like turning page
One battle last o'er darkened land
The bear doth fry our bird in hand
Soaring skyward, battle done
Ignited falcon is the sun


Nathan Jackson

Beta Bargain Bin

Hot from the wok! Extry extry! Extended fanfare!

Allow me to explain this present kerfluffle: all your hopes and dreams have come true. The Gombler Beta is here. Right now. Amongst us like a creepy ghost or Andy from accounting. Freaking Andy with his indie rock and League of Legends.

I feel as though the program is pretty easy to use, but hey, I created the thing. Look for Nate. I pretty much guarantee you a victory. To correlate my Starcraft 2 skill to a bear:

Ursus Thibetanus (giggle, Thibetanus)

We're getting a how-to video made this very day. It should be up this week on the site. So if you can't figure out how to use the program in the meantime, feel free to read the instructions more carefully.

Nathan Jackson

Feynman, a Fine Man

Before Richard Feynman was anybody of note, he was given the task to audit the progress of what would eventually become a uranium enrichment facility. It was the beginning of the Manhattan Project, and Feynman had no idea what he was doing. His first day into the audit, several high ranking military officers threw down technical drawings in front of him and, assuming, correctly, that Feynman was a genius, described in detail how this incredibly complex facility operated. Feynman was completely lost. He was a physicist, not an engineer. What were all these symbols? Are those boxes valves or windows? Suddenly, the army generals were finished speaking. "Do you have any questions or see anything we can improve on, Mr. Feynman?" 24 year old and incredibly handsome Feynman pretended to concentrate on a particular drawing. How could he find out if they were windows or valves without betraying his ignorance? So, he put his finger on one of the enigmatic boxes and announced "Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?"

And that's the story of how Sir Ricardo Suave Feynman, Esq. got laid every day of his life.

Hey what's on your sweater already? Oh, that's just mom's spaghetti.

"Feynman, a Fine Man" is an ongoing effort by the Gombler staff to compulsively obsess over Richard Feynman and his influence on contemporary lyrics.