My coworker whistles. It’s terrible, I tell you.

One day, my other coworker, one that I like, was working on an animation sequence to the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy. His headphones broke at about 10:05 a.m. For the rest of the day, he played the song over and over and over and over. Sometimes he played the whole song, but mostly, he just played the same bits as he finetuned animation sequences.

enjoy!

Some musicians, who you have never heard of and that’s a good thing, however, say they’re proud that their music is used in interrogations. Those include bassist Stevie Benton, whose group Drowning Pool has performed in Iraq and recorded one of the interrogators’ favorites, “Bodies."

From my above post

Why did yankee doodle stick a feather in his hat and call it macaroni? Back in Pre-Revolutionary America when the song “Yankee Doodle” was first popular, the singer was not referring to the pasta “macaroni” in the line that reads “stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni”. “Macaroni” was a fancy ("dandy") style of Italian dress widely imitated in England at the time. By sticking a feather in his cap and calling himself a “dandy,” Yankee Doodle was proudly proclaiming himself to be a gentleman of some social standing.

I beg your pardon but I believe the “Macaroni Club" was a gay bar in London in the 1700’s

Growing up, we didn’t have “Stick a feather in his hat” we instead sang “Stuck his finger up his ass”—possibly a reference to the WW2 fight against Mussolini, or maybe that sticking things up an anus is universally funny.

Why did yankee doodle stick a feather in his hat and call it macaroni?

I had a professor who claimed that the origins of that song were about a man who’d just gone through an indian town and killed all of the natives, and made the “hat” out of one of the women’s genitalia.

Surprisingly I’ve not been able to find anything that supports that theory, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t plan on going back to skool and basing my dissertation on it.  Evidence, schmevidence.

What’s this thread about again?  Oh yeah, Christopher Hitchens.  Such a douche and dreadful example of british wit.  From the Vanity Fair stable, I’ll take A.A. Gill any day.