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George,
I am an easy going type myself, I do not subject myself to superstitions, and I like to read scientific magazines for fun and exciting new ideas. I can't explain it either, but in the nightworld, I've seen strange attitudes tied to the moon.
I would have to go with WordWolf on this one;
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Originally posted by WordWolf:I've heard a variety of possible answers.
Some people have talked about the earth's magnetic field. Some have talked about
gravitic effects. Some have cited the global increase in temperature a few
degrees during a full moon. Some have mentioned the increased light.
Some have invoked "the placebo effect"-you EXPECT to feel more energy, so you
FEEL more energy. Most of the answers I've read have been attacked as
unscientific for one reason or another.
Me, I have to dismiss the increased light as a reason. In NYC, the ambient light
is almost identical under the new moon as it is under the full moon. Further,
the effects seem the same under cloudy skies.
The placebo effect is probably true to a degree, and was the position I originally
held. I eventually discarded it in the face of experiencing too much of it that
I couldn't wave away. What got my attention is that people I know could tell if
the full moon was in the sky by observing my behaviour-even if the moon was
blocked by clouds and I was under the misimpression that we were under the
quarter moon.
So, I'm currently convinced this is a physical phenomenon more than a
psychological one. Do I have a pat answer as to WHY? Not yet. The temperature
one is still a viable possibility. However, I observe that it happens, so I know
THAT it happens even if I don't know WHY.
I'd prefer to know WHY, but I don't know, so that's that.
Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Having spent much of my youth on rural Indiana farms, I've always loved seeing the full moon in that deep clear country starfield. Besides the rich sky scene, the way it put it's soft silvery glow over foilage and rolling lansdcape was always bewitchingly beautiful to me.
But that was then and this is now. I have lived my adult times in large towns that greatly reduced the night views by the haze and reflected city light effects. Where I am now in metro Detroit, it is the worst ever to see any night show.
Back in the late '80s, I worked for a while in an Amoco convenience store in Ft. Wayne. I was working third shift in a mixed black and poor white trash neighborhood about a mile south of the drug district. We were the only place open at night within a five mile circle, so everyone knew where we were.
My customers were a broad spectrum of every type of humanity possible. There were many honest night workers, many pimps, prostitutes, homos, cross dressers, and evildoers of every sort. I showed them all due respect as paying customers and had a good rapport with all but the crabbiest of them.
I was talking to a cop after one particularly hectic night and was asking him if it was a wierd on the street as it had been for me.
He replied with; "Well it is the full moon, isn't it."
I laughed because I knew it was just a superstition. He shook his head and told me to keep an eye on it and see what happens. He said all the cops see it and believe it.
I decided to keep it in the back of my mind. Whenever I saw folks being wierd, I'd check the moon and too many times it was full. When I knew the moon was full, I definitely noticed more wierdness, but then again, I may have seen it because I was looking for it.
However, on many a rough night, a conversation with a cop went like this.
"Bad night out there?"
"Yeah the perps are pretty antzy."
"Yeah, here too, the customers have been wired all night. Full moon I see."
"No crap, when it is full, they crawl out from under the rocks."
"Well, it's getting daylight soon."
"Yeah, can't wait for this one to be over."
From my perspective, what I saw was an antzyness, with a shorter fuse on the temper in people. I didn't believe it at first but it is there.
It is not something you can measure in a beaker in a sanitary science experiment in daylight. You have to become a creature of the night for an extended time to see it in action, and then it will take a while to see it.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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yeah, Goldwater was one of those tough ol' farts from the days when you could passionately disagree and still respect and be polite to one another. I've always liked him. I thought the article was pretty good, by the way.
Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Oops, sorry about that,
I just got here.Well you are both passionate about your causes for sure. Better than the lukewarm soul who never feels the fire. Back when I was young, the ol' farts would fight passionately all day long. When they were finished, they would agree to disagree by saying; "I may not agree with what you are saying, but I'll fight to the death your right to say it."
It was good, but something is missing these days.
Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Rocky,
You're beginning to sound like QQ when he was fighting against the corporate GeaseSpot during the forum rules wars. Paw has always been the fairest admin I've ever seen in any forum and
far more patient than a coon dog with three toddlers pounding him with their rattlers and pulling his ears.
I am surprised you and QQ were not permanently banned many moons ago. Unless you want to be banned, please lighten up.
Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Dang, tom....
I guess Jonny never heard of Janis.
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Bob Hansen
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Treeee-mendous!
:D-->Welll..... back to the prayers.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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I'm praying for everyone and the needed situations.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Valerie,
Playing around on my DeLorme Street Atlas with the different replies it gave, what I got is;
Indian Hot Springs is on Indian Hot Springs Road a Couple miles north of Eden, Az.
I checked out Eden Az on mapquest State map and it popped up and showed Hot Springs Rd too. Mapquest doesn't show the road going all the way to the Springs, but DeLorme does.
Eden is east by southeast of Phoenix as you said, probably about 120 miles. you can take State Rd. 60 out of Phoenix to St. Rd. 70 to get there or run I 10 to St. Rd. 191 to St. Rd 70 to get there.
I hope it helps you.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Great idea Seth, maybe we can rename it Branson East.
:D-->Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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quote:
Originally posted by ItsStillTheWord:quote:
Originally posted by wyteduv58:The wow burgers lol
Careful with _those_ burgers wd58 - might get Mad WOW disease.
Way II funny ISTW, so that is what drove us to do that stuff. Man I loved those burgers.
Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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I want the auditorium.
It would be a great theatre, I'd do plays in there, such as;
Dr. Jackel and L.C. Hyde
Okie Homie,... er, Oklahoma
But I especially love Shakespeare, and would love to do some of his plays;
King Leer
Much Ado About Nothing
The Comedy of Errors
Romeo & 10,000 Juliets
The Merry(?) Wives of Wierwille
The Merchant of Venality
A Midsummer Night's Scam
Hammin'it
Macbull
The Tempest in a Teapot
The Taming of the Screw
Two Gentlemen of Bologna
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Now, now, good ol' docvic always said any two bee..leavehers could make a go of it being as they was all like minded on the wurd.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Here is the link to the bubble universe article I was talking about.
I can't get the linker to work, but here is the addy;
http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns99994250
WTF? typed it in the message box and it autolinked?
Anyway, there it is.
Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Mister Mosh,
A while back, thare was a discussion here about buying a telescope. Either someone linked an amatuer astronomy site or I went looking for telescopes in a search. This really good amatuer site had a lot of links and one highlighted link was to this new bubble theory.
I'll see if I can find it.
:D-->Actually on the blood thing. As I recall it, the soul life is in the blood which written plainly in the bible and I still believe it is true.
The point of contention is VP's claim the man contributes the soul life to the baby. I don't recall him specifically saying the sperm had blood as it sounds you are saying here.
Another thing was VP saying the soul life intered with the first breath. So another question would be; If the soul life is contributed at conception,how come it isn't manifested until the first breath 9 mnoths later?
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Dan,
That is a weird one about His flesh. Though gross, if you look at it from their viewpoint, there is a certain logic of godly self healing. But why bother to self heal while still remaining up there with those nails in your body.
Just calll in the 12,000 angels, clean some clocks and get down.
The perfect body could be eternally self healing but when peirced by those nails, the body was no longer in perfect condition.
Just be alert and stay prepared to duck when them ricocheting debils come zinging by now.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Originally posted by oldiesman:quote:
She said again she could not boot me but emphasized she would be really pleased if I left on my own and she wanted my answer in the morning after another wow meeting at her house.
Bob, I had no idea you were under that much hassle. Thank you again and again, for staying.
I didn't let the Barbmeister bother me, I just stayed out of her way. There was plenty to do, like I said, door to door didn't bother me at all so they could not fault me there. The place Roger and I got had a large living room area so Barb had us run several classes there. That was fun, a nice break from witnessing.
All in all, it was a good year.
Way II much fun for one man.
love ya,
Bob Hansen
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There is a new bubble theory of the universe going around amoung the stargazers. They say the universe would be much smaller that we think it is. When we think we are looking at the farthest galaxies, we may actually be looking at reflections from inside, boucing off the bubble walls.
The reason for this thinking is based on the microwaves bouncing around the universe from the big bang. Instead of being uniform in nature and coming from one direction, they are highly irratic bouncing around from all over the place in different intensities. As if they were bouncing around in a bubble.
They did not in the article I saw, estimate the size of the bubble or give an idea of what it was made. Nor of course did they speculate what may be outside the bubble.
Makes you go hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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(Blush)
Aw... shucks guys, it tweren't nothin' no bullheaded, contrary, stubborn ol' country boy wouldn't do.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Huuss, wahh, uusss, waaa, Arnold Skywalker, it is your destiny!
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Bob Hansen
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Dear Linda,
I don't normally judge people much at all, I'm a laid back live and let live type of guy. The ones I do judge are the extremists of both sides.
Though generally a conservative in most ways, I reserve the right to be liberal when I damn well please too. It seems the extreme left lately is in a worse tither than a white supremacist locked and naked in a black gay dwarf bar.
If Hubby O' Hillary was despised by the far right, then Dubya is twice over the Spawn O' Satan to the far left and they are so agitated that they are spouting more and more extreme things because of this agitation. (Just as the far right did under Hubby O') I have been seeing this in the politics and tacks area the last few months. Both far left and right are almost in a killing frenzy for each other.
If there were 100 laws when I was growing up in the fifties, it seems there are now 10,000. Some of it is good but a great deal of it is PC victimization to almost comical exageration and it comes from liberals and lawyers for the most part. The liberals are at least trying to be compassionate, but the lawyers are mostly looking at the trial dollars. Both tend to want extreme penalties for those who they consider guilty.
(I'm talking the extremists here.)
This is what occured to me as I was looking at the PC persecution of the Oakman for something he'd already acknowledged as stupid. Most everybody took it in good humor with the essence for which it was ment. A radical extremist is never happy unless the world is made over into his own vision of Utopia, whether they be far left or far right.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Rascal married her white knight, that is truly sweet.
:)--> :)--> :)-->Good stories all.
;)--> :)-->(We were all kind'a nuts.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Why do I get the feeling that whether it is a crime or not depends on whether you are a liberal or not.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
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Thanks for your compliment also Valerie, I've always been that nice sensitve guy the girls always say they want to marry.....
:D-->My dad was basically a blue collar man raised in the 19th century attitudes of self control, personal responsibilty, honor and integrity, showing due respect to our elders, women, people in general, and positions of authority. He raised us that way too, it is too bad that seems mostly lost today.
Phil is oldies, he had excellent friendships with some high leaders and has close ones still in though he has been out at least 10 years. I don't want to say too much because he might not want it revealed, but he as you see, likes much of what he was taught and is a big believer in being responsible for your actions. I think he carries it a bit too far, but I still think he is an all around good guy.
I thought you were the most clean cut, wholesome, all american apple pie girl there. You and Linda Molyneau too, and you were both total knockouts. All the rest of the girls were in their party and hippy stages of life. Remember when Barb told us the girls had to start wearing bras and the guys had to cut their hair and shave? (in Texas in '74, even the bikerbabes wore bras.)
:D-->:D-->:D-->Here is my story about my own personal Barbabuse. Kinda long but pretty funny, at least I think so.
(Actually, this should be in the wild, weird and stupid thread.)
My problem with Wowgrupe Oberfuhrer Barbarian Greystapo started around October after a Friday night wow meeting in your house. She held me back afterwards and told me word had gotten back to her that I wasn't witnessing enough and she told me that if I didn't come back by 10:00 pm Saturday night with 10 names of people interested in fellowship, she was going to kick me off the field.
First some background for those who don't know the '74 wow year. 21 wow branches of 7 wow twigs each were sent out after the ROA. The Amarillo, Texas branch had 29 wows with 10 cars, one of them my old beat up blue Ford. Interim corpsperson Barbara G was the Wowgrupe Oberfuhrer. I use the term Wowgrupe Oberfuhrer because that tended to be her character and attitude. I always thought she would make a great Marine.
:D-->When we left HQ, JoAnn C. was riding with Barb G. and Barb's van broke down. JoAnn had enough money to cover the repairs and they finally caught up with us after we all were in Amarillo. She named the twigs after the 7 church epistles, ours was Ephesians.
That night Barb did a quick run around of Amarillo and then took a city map and divided it into 7 wow twig areas. The whole southeast quarter of the city was given to Ephesians because there weren't many public places to witness in.Each wow family was to stay in it's own area for witnessing. As it turned out, we had four places; one hotel, a grocery, a gas station turned teenage game room, and a bowling alley.
A couple weeks after arrival, we had to send one of the Ephesians girls home and Barb sent JoAnn to my twig to take her place. I thought it odd Barb would send JoAnn, but it quickly became obvious she was smitten of Roger, the coordinator. Somehow, I was smitten of her and Roger liked JoAnn but had no personal interest in her. (Nice mess. eh?)
JoAnn and Lin B., the other Eph. girl wow, both thought of themselves and acted as loose goose inner city black chicks in white skins. I was a rather conservative bible type which they both detested. We bumped heads a lot and poor Roger was stuck in the middle. The fact that I did the whole family finances and owned the only working car made things worse. They got away with a lot (including my car) because we had agreed to a democratic one person, one vote decision making process with Roger having the tiebreaker when necessary.
As it turned out, the hotel wasn't really a place to witness, and the grocery kicked us out real quick. That left us with the kiddy pinball room and the bowling alley. The kids ignored us and the bowling alley was very noisy. I've always been partially deaf and couldn't hear even a third of anything said. I never liked walking up to someone doing something and cold witnessing to them anyway.
This is what led up to the meeting with Wowgrupe Oberfuhrer Barb Greystapo and her ultimatum. After telling Roger and the girls about the 10 names or leave warning, the Ephesian girls were beside themselves with glee. They knew I was on my way out of their lives. Saturday was the family day off and I had to go witnessing. The whole family voted against me using my own car to do so because they needed to do family things. (The final vote was binding and we'd all agreed to it. Of course the girls knew not having the car would impede my witnessing too.)
Roger suggested I go to the wondermall for access to the most people. (it was the day off so I wasn't limited to our territory.) So I walked several miles to the wondermall, witnessing all the way. I witnessed all day there until they closed and then I witnessed as I walked back home. I didn't get one name even though I witnessed like crazy and had several fascinating witnesses including one with some young Mormons.
At 10:00 pm I was allowed to use my car to go see the Barbmeister. I told her of all I had done and braced myself for the verbal assault I expected to get. Barb was silent for several minutes and then told me she had called HQ about my problem. She was told she didn't have the authority to boot me unless I was actively fighting the ministry and it was my decision to stay or leave.
After another pause, she told me she had gotten several reports from wows who had seen me at the mall witnessing. (By Saturday morning, about all the wows had heard about my situation, probably JoAnn and Lin again. At the mall, all the wows who saw me wished me sucess.
:)--> ) She said again she could not boot me but emphasized she would be really pleased if I left on my own and she wanted my answer in the morning after another wow meeting at her house.When I returned home and gave my report, the girls were crestfallen and begged me to leave. The next morning, I told Roger my promise had been to God and to a lesser extent to VP,... Barb had nothing to do with it. I was staying.
At the wow meeting, Barb announced HQ had decided to give door to door witnessing a try and this was how we were going to spend the rest of the year witnessing. A collective groan filled the room but I smiled. ( I had sold Kirby Vacuum Cleaners for a while and didn't mind door to door.) Afterwards, I told Barb my decision, she didn't like it but couldn't do anything about it.
So that is how Wowgrupe Oberfuhrer Barb Greystapo came to dislike me.
:D-->:D-->:D-->The rest of the year went well with me and I had many wonderful and Godly experiences. Signs and wonders, miracles and a lot of learning.
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love ya,
Bob Hansen
[This message was edited by dabobbada on January 11, 2004 at 6:53.]
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Donna Martindale: still wife of the president?
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It seems to me that over the years of WayDale, GSC I and GSC II there have been a couple/few posters who declared they had first hand accounts affirming knowledge of lesbian leanings of these two ladies.
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Bob Hansen