At least, I think that’s Bjork. I haven’t really been paying all that much attention to the underground Japo-Scandinavian-Austrian-Icelandic yodeling scene. Personally, I much prefer Australian-Tibetan throat singing, but to each their own.

Despite all outward appearances it seems that this is not Bjork and I have made a grievous error. I’d apologize to Bjork and her several fans, but they’re already coming to beat me like a rented mule, so I don’t know if an apology would reach them before they reached me. But the joke’s on them, they’re going to have to get in line if they want a piece of me. My house is already under assault from NASCAR fans, the Bull Moose party, the Nashville Metro PD, and several UN peacekeepers. I’m pretty sure that the fellows from the UN actually want the house next door, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were coming to give me a stern talking to as well.

Even though it’s probably too late, and it’s very likely that even more people are coming to destroy my lawn, urinate in my shrubs, and throw eggs at my mini-van, I’d like to say that I’m sorry. As a token of my sorryness, my sorryosity, and my sorryitude, I’d like to present the third greatest yodeler to ever don a lederhosen:

If you’re still here after all that you’re welcome to take a run at me. I thought blasting yodeling from every digital orifice would’ve been enough to scare everyone off, or at least weaken them somewhat.