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But if he WERE a betting man. He admits (or claimed) that he wasn't. But if he WASN'T a betting man, why would he bet on the soon demise of a fellow who had some thought he would be dead within a year. You know, insurance companies make the same bet, and usually win.. or make the payoff so low that the whole concept is laughable..

I dunno. If LEAD was spiritual.. PFAL would really *work*. WOW and the *outreach of the word* would be a worthy endeavor.. the way corps would be a holy calling..

Call me twisted, or demented, stuck in the past.. or disturbed.. or something.. It was one of the few videos in recent past that I really enjoyed.. especially the funny looking cone. "is that something you use to concentrate your mental energy" "no.. it is how I cook my food. Solar powered.. it's one of the tools of the Jedi".. when it does not work.. he gives it a swift kick.. "piece of %$^&".. so funny. We try to be environmentally conscious and all, but sometimes the technology ends up being a useless piece of crap..

So funny. my lady friend comes home from work.. takes one look at the title of this video. What the hell is this.. my suggestion is.. you have to see this. No goat, no glory..

So where do we go from here.. I hope you continue to post here.. as far as alcohol is concerned. I have an issue as well. Maybe I just need a better drug.. I'll figure out or hopefully someone else won't have to figure out how to fix this little issue in my life.. well, I can live without it, but I like it..

I went to the video store tonight. I thought I might catch up with what has happened in the land of video for the last six years. There were a lot of old television series.. Numbers? No, I could probably figure out the numbers myself.. other mindless s*it. no thanks.. then I see this one. Don't eat the eggs. Oh, sorry, I didn't mention, don't drink the water.. This video was priceless..

Well.. there are a few individuals who I would like to meet, face to face. among whom: waysider, Oldskool, Java Jane, maybe even Skyrider.. the denizens of the spot who demand on having anonymity could show up with a brown bag over their head.. Hey. This is 2012, the supposed end of the calender. Can't we have a little fun for once in our life?

Back in the day. I would copy LP's to Chromium cassettes. Ninety minute cassettes were nice. You could fit both sides of any album on one of these.. I liked the idea. Play the LP once, and then play it again and again, with no more wear.. oh. Then dubbing. That was fun. Two machines.. makes it easy to produce a guitar symphony.. Joe Walsh was a lot better at this than I. What I found was.. if you started with cheap material, i.e. cheap tapes.. after three or four dubs the final result sounded kinda harsh and nasty.. but with the chromium tapes and such. and if you had to run cheap open reels.. run them at 7/1/2 inches per second. Higher quality.. seemed to help.. I guess the big sixteen track machines let you lay down lines one one track at a time, leaving the rest untouched. No loss in duplication, or copying..

I wonder, what is the current state of the crisis? Anybody get newsletters or anything?

yeah. It (Cr02 tapes) was far better, less noise technology. But who cares what we think.. I mean if you are going analog.. Cr02 was the best, wasn't it. Ah.. is this off topic? I think not.. just another example of Cheapness Dark red reel to reel tapes.. why do anything different.. it COSTS a little more per reel, or cassette..

Thanks, friend..

gawd.. cough.. wheeze.. but that is one of the best observations I've seen here, for a long time..

Hey friend.. I've given this place up about a half dozen times.. welcome here, or welcome back ..

I really hope that they hold it and feel the music that YOU have made with it.. that is a very good question.. I don't want my grave dug by hands.. no matter how cheap it is.. let me dissolve in the sunset somewhere.. no way or way wanabes funeral.. but that is what they will do. I wish I could come back to life, probably not in some cheap coffin..

Why do people.. suck. Or why is it that people have to suck..

Fits like a hand in a glove.. sowy, to me it does not..

Roy, don't give up too early. I've never left any place until the kicked me out. It's only happened here, except for once.. I came back once, and my posts, about a half a year later, and my posts were not miraculously moderated (subjected to review by divine authority)..

me too, on more than one level.. As far as the final disposal of my physical body. I don't care how cheap it is. I've told some.. just prop me up in a folding chair in the middle of the woods somewhere.. well, true story. How can we really be sure? I mean, I wasn't invited to the funeral, or invited to the burial. Not that it really makes much of a difference in the cosmic scheme of things.. but if I were da way.. I'd figure out some way to return the casket to the seller, without an inhabitant. Sowy. Its my thread.. derail as you wish my friends.. I don't thin it will really get off the track, whatever that is..

Sowy, weird s*it here. where do we go from here.. I've been asking that question long over a decade here..

She was a good acid head. Takes one to know one, you know.. .. I wish I took the long, strange trek to California, a few years ago.. Weird. One makes the trip once.. it ruins everything, doesn't it?

what is technically wrong with a lazy day.. just a thought. Cheap, on this shoe, and not on another.. sorry. Too many questions here..

What "blows my mind".. is the JOY this person seemed to have. I hope she still has it..

You know.. McFarlane had more of a vocal range than Grace Slick. At least from what an Amateur musician could observe..

or until, they couldn't stand, or even care about their religion.. "don't care" works on a few levels, but maybe not on all.. I like listening to old sixties stuff.. Sunday will never be the same, on so many different levels.. Just have to listen to my *elders* so to speak.. most of them were born about 14 years before me. *almost* old enough to be my mother.. I've listened to Joan. a couple of Joans, anyway.. now I can't remember the words. Oh yes. Sunday will never be the same..

maybe that is it.. we were following a bunch of numbnuts who were mentally "damaged" by the great depression.. I have a friend whose mother went through that bleak period in American history. This person would hoard- everything. Shoes from rummage sales, clothes. Piles upon piles upon piles.. socks. plastic bags. Hosiery. towels.. two or three hundred? Can't have enough. Shoestrings. Fifteen pairs for each pair of shoes. envelopes.. never going to write a letter to put in them, but what the heck.. the list of items goes on and on and on. why, and I can't figure out why.. no real desire to hoard fresh food. Maybe previous stench discouraged this.. I was on the delivery crew when we replaced a broken, impossible to repair clothes dryer. It took THREE HOURS to maneuver around piles of JUNK before the task was accomplished.. and this was a relatively large house.