This blog is a hodge podge of anything I happen to feel like writing or sharing. Enzo is short for Vincenzo, my birth name. Feel free to comment if you're so inclined. Or even if you're not leaning.
Synopsis of first day of cross examination in Jodi Arias' murder trial:
Prosecutor: Was it black? Arias: No. Prosecutor: Then it was white? Arias: I didn't say that. Prosecutor: Well, which was it? Arias: I can't remember when you yell at me. Prosecutor: So, it's my fault when you can't remember something? Arias: I didn't say that. Arias: (Grins)
Ladies, want to know how, ahem, big your date is? Now, there's an app for that. Developed by a Toronto doctor, and also filled with fun and interesting facts, this app will take inputs such as height and shoe size and give you an instant estimate of penis size.
I'm not sure when it was that I heard this song for the first time, but I do know where. It was probably around Christmas 2012 when Zales started using a 30-second sound clip from it in one of their TV ads. It started to haunt me--I loved the retro sound and I wondered if, in fact, it was a song from the late 50's or early 60's. Today, I finally decided to do some research.
As it turns out, the song was written by a Brit, Liam O'Donnell, as a tribute to his late mama. The tune is a recent one by the group Various Cruelties, and has apparently struck a chord with a lot of people like myself who heard it courtesy of Zales.
I was furthered tickled by what the band looks like. I expected a single performer--perhaps a clean-cut, Michael Buble type, but instead, I found this image of the lads:
Here is that wonderful tune in its entirety for your listening pleasure...
