Pirate1974

Yes, it do.

Taxi Driver Cybill Shepherd The Last Picture Show

Pretty sure that's "Family" which was an OK show. I assume the "beautiful actress" you refer to was Meredith Baxter and not Kristy McNichol.

OK Has it ever occurred to you, .......; that all the work we done was for the bankers? Hell, we killed off everybody made this country interestin'!

My mother sends me stuff like this all the time and most of them I just blow off. You know its stuff that's been floating around the internet since Al Gore invented it. This may be an old chestnut too, but I don't remember seeing it before. I have no idea if this is true but it's a good story. THE OLD PHONE... When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time. My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience. "Isn't your mother home?" came the question. "Nobody's home but me," I blubbered. "Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice. After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts. Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better. Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please." "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy. A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, "Information Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?" There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now." I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?" I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls." I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister. "Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate the impression you may make on others

Well, I for one am relieved that the baby is not a hideously deformed freak like all the tabloids have been saying.

Sounds like Twilight Zone "A World of His Own."

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby John C. Reilly Casualties of War

Michael Andie MacDowell Groundhog Day

For those who might not be able to read the lovely inscription, it says: SURI CRUISE'S First Poop August 18, 2006 Who wouldn't want this piece of art for their own?

When I first saw this, I had to take a second look to be sure it wasn't coming from "The Onion" or "National Lampoon" but apparently it's on the level. Holy S**t!! I had no idea there was a market for this stuff. I've heard of bronzing a baby's first shoes, but not the first diaper filler. And to think I let those "meaningful mementos for the family" get away. What a waste. There's a picture, but I wasn't sure I should post that. It looks like what it's supposed to be, only bronze. The rich are just like you and me, only some of them are Looney Tunes.

If there was ever a case where the death penalty is justified, it would be this one. I don't doubt for a minute that there were people who would have killed for VP if they thought it was necessary. Martindale, I don't know.

The First Wives Club Diane Keaton Reds

Didn't any of you guys ever go to Sunday school?

Is there really anybody that doesn't know what movie this is?

Yes, I'm afraid the old man has to do a little bragging. My son Brian became an Eagle Scout this past Sunday. He's been in Scouts since he was in 1st grade as a Tiger and old dad has been a den leader, Cubmaster, assistant Scoutmaster, all that stuff. It's been a lot of fun, even the camping trips where I thought sure I was going to freeze to death. At one time, it looked like he wasn't going to make it because he had to get everything completed before his 18th birthday, but he pulled it out with a month to spare. For his project, he built a patio at our church in memory of my wife's father who died in 2004. Brian's the first Eagle Scout in either one of our families and it's a shame his grandfather couldn't be there Sunday to see him get it. He's a pretty good kid.

Every time you click it, you get a different date. I quit at August 1, 2051 which would be 4 weeks shy of my 99th birthday. I'll take that.

I was at ECU around that same time, 1972-74. I transferred there after two years at the University of Tennessee and graduated from there, which is why I'm Pirate1974. I loved ECU and Greenville and I'm trying to convince my son to consider going there next fall. He's more interested in the mountains and is looking at Western Carolina and Appalachian. I was involved in twi the whole time I was at ECU and I'd have to say I made some good friends while I was in. It seemed like way people were great one-on-one but the way as an organization could be a royal pain. I got into it to please a girl I was dating at the time (who was also the reason I came to ECU), and the way was responsible for screwing that up, which still makes me mad. Even with that, I can't really blame any specific people, just the whole "way-think" system. So I wonder if I knew you? I'm "good folk." Ask Sudo.

Titanic Leonardo Di Caprio Gangs of New York

Absolutely. There's so many great lines in that movie, it was hard to pick just one.

I remembered the Dalton brothers quote, but not the rest of them. The Sons of Katie Elder Frank here was staring at a white picket fence. Now he's single, he's broke, and has second degree burns all over his body, and I see a spark in his eye that I haven't seen in fifteen years.

A 74-year old Ohio woman has had the same personalized license plate for the past ten years. Every year she's had it renewed by mail with no problem...until now. This year the Great State of Ohio, in the person of the Department of Motor Vehicles (Motto: We can keep you here all freaking day if we feel like it!) informed her that she could not renew her plate and in fact, she would have to give it up because it had been judged to be obscene. This is her license plate: Now to her these initials stood for Northwood Tree Farm, a business that she had owned with her late husband, but to the sharp-eyed defenders of public decency in Columbus, it meant something completely different. Baffled, she visited her local DMV office to inquire as to what could possibly be obscene about these four letters. The helpful clerk whispered to her that in the cyber-world, "NWTF" stands for "now what the f***", of course. Her reaction" "You gotta be kidding me." The Ohio DMV, not known for their sense of humor except when it comes to making fun of drivers license photos, told her she could appeal the decision, which she is planning to do. In my personal experience of almost 40 years dealing with these DMV drones, I don't give her much of a chance to win. By the way, this fine lady's name is (I swear I am not making this up) Pat Niple. I wonder if the state would let her have her last name on her license plate?

Congrats! I've been playing golf for over 40 years and come close a few times, but never made one. The drinks are on you.

So what do you think? Are you looking forward to seeing this movie? Do you have no intention of seeing it? Is it too early? Would it ever be the"right time?" I know the story is more about rescuing two guys buried in the rubble and we already know how that comes out, but I don't know if I want to pay money to watch something I feel like I've already seen a thousand times.