Ken

Um, nope. You were arguing.

I tried to make light of it, but I find this just irritating beyond all belief. Someone says something, others choose to try and one-up the previous post. "Look how verbose and 'intelligent' I can be." There are wars going on, people are dying. Children are being killed. Some other people slept in the cold and rain in a friggin' cardboard box last night. People go to bed hungry. Yet the arguement as to whom was better, the Doors or Echo and the fricking Bunnymen rages on. Music is subjective. Those who like Echo like Echo. Those who like the Doors, like the Doors. You may as well be arguing how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. Be done with it.

The only thing worse than the Doors, is Echo and the Bunnymen. Kiss Rocks..... Ken.

Elvis Presley My Grandfather Gilligan's Island My hair Being able to walk into an airplane without apprehension that some whackjob with a bottle of frigging hair-gel is going to blow me out of the sky. Walter Cronkite. Only news guy I ever trusted. My 1973 Plymouth Valiant

Arrested Development Mr. Wendel Go ahead, man Here, have a dollar In fact, no, brotherman, here have two Two dollars means a snack for me But it means a big deal to you Be strong, serve God only Know that if you do beautiful heaven awaits That's the poem I wrote for the first time I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate Mr. Wendel, that's his name No one ever knew his name cuz he's a no one Never thought twice about spending on an old bum Until I had the chance to really get to know one Now that I know 'em to give him money isn't charity He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes And to think blacks spend all their money on big colleges Still most of you all come out confused Go ahead Mr. Wendel Go ahead Mr. Wendel Mr. Wendel has freedom A free that you and I think is dumb Free to be without the worries of a quick-to-diss society For Mr. Wendel's a bum His only worries are sickness and an occasional harassment By the police and their chase "Uncivilized" we call him but I just saw him Eat off the food we waste Civilization, are we really civilized? Yes or no, who are we to judge? When thousands of innocent men Could be brutally enslaved and killed over a racist grudge Mr. Wendel has tried to warn us about our ways But we don't hear him talk Is it his fault when we've gone too far and we got too far Cuz on him we walk Mr. Wendel - a man, a human in flesh, but not by law I feed you dignity to stand with pride Realize that all in all you stand tall Go ahead, Mr. Wendel Mr. Wendel, yeah Yeah, Mr. Wendel Mr. Wendel, yeah Lord Mr. Wendel Mr. Wendel Mr. Wendel, yeah Lord Mr. Wendel Mr. Wendel, yeah Lord Mr. Wendel

Beds Are Burning Midnight Oil Out where the river broke The bloodwood and the desert oak Holden wrecks and boiling diesels Steam in forty five degrees The time has come To say fairs fair To pay the rent To pay our share The time has come A facts a fact It belongs to them Lets give it back How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep when our beds are burning? Four wheels scare the cockatoos From Kintore East to Yuendemu The Western desert lives and breathes In forty five degrees The time has come A facts a fact It belongs to them Lets give it back How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep when our beds are burning?

Here's one from the greatest Rock band on Earth. Take It Off Kiss Well my mind is gettin' dirty yeah around eleven thirty, uh huh I wanna watch some a**es shakin' to the noise the boys are makin', uh huh Ooh, so I hop into my car, hit the local ti**y bar, uh huh 'Cause that's my kind of situation when I need some perspiration, uh huh I do my one-step shoppin' for the girl of my dreams 'Cause I can always be sure that she's as good as she seems Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me I wanna see what's inside, 'cause you got nothin' to hide Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got Take it off, yeah! Wave your panties in the air, lick your lips and shake your hair, uh huh Ooh, when you spread a little oil, yeah, my blood begins to boil, uh huh Yeah, it's so hard to choose, when you all look so fine But I got nothin' to lose but my money and my mind Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me I wanna see what's inside, 'cause you got nothin' to hide Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, drive me crazy Ooh, take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got Take it off, yeah! Take it off! (Instrumental break) Ooh, move your sweet body closer (I want to be alone with you) Yeah, come on and be my fantasy (there's so much you and I could do) Oh, you're so near I can taste you (you're teasin' me, yeah you're pleasin' me) (Ahh) I know you're dancin' just for me, just for me, just for me Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, drive me crazy You know you make me so hot, I wanna see what you got Take it off, pretty baby Take it off, give it to me Take it off, like you'd do me Girl, you got nothin' to hide, now lemme see what's inside Take it off! Take it, take it, take it off! Yeah!

They're selling generic Viagra online, too. You can buy Mydixadrupin, they've got Ibepokin and Mycoxafailin at cut-rate prices. I am sorry. I had tears in my eyes reading those....

I've long been a fan of Steve Irwin's. He was truly someone the kids could look up to. Even with the 'baby with the croc' incident. I don't think he had his son in any kind of danger whatsoever, but the juxtaposition of baby and croc freaked a lot of people out. You never read about him and impaired driving, or drugs, spousal abuse, throwing phones at desk clerks, molesting kids, none of that crap. He was the real deal. I am saddened that he has passed, however, when you pass doing something you love, well, that's consolation. He didn't languish away in a hospital, and didn't suffer. And probably didn't know what an ISP was, and wrestled crocs not virus. I applaud his life and work. Ken.

Are what is required for this post. I found this on YouTube, and it's like reclaiming 7 minutes of your childhood. This Tex Avery cartoon is hysterical. Enjoy.

I love this image. I've been in water like this in Aruba and in St. Thomas. And it is a beautiful wallpaper. Ken.

"Old friend", Ix-Nay said, "Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long enough time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above". Jimmy Buffett, "A Salty Piece Of Land". Ken.

I've looked everywhere and can't find Eddie Murphy's classic one where he was a reggae artist performing for a nearly all-white audience. His song was "Kill The White People" and it was absolutely hysterical. Much in the vein of the video Mike posted. I remember seeing that one back then and realizing even then that this was pushing the envelope and cutting edge.

The Ballad of Dwight Fry Alice Cooper Mommy where's daddy? He's been gone for so long. Do you think he'll ever come home? I was gone for fourteen days I coulda been gone for more Held up in the intensive care ward lyin on the floor I was gone for all those days but I, was not all alone I made friends with a lot of people in the danger zone See my lonely life unfold I see it every day See my only mind explode Since I've gone away I think I lost some weight there and I--- I'm sure I need some rest Sleepin don't come very easy in a straight white vest Should like to see that little children She's only four years old--- old I'd give her back all of her play things even, even the ones I stole See my lonely life unfold I see it everyday See my lonely mind explode when I've gone insane I wanna get out of here I wanna, I wanna get out of here I gotta get out of here I gotta get out of here IgottagetoutahereIgottagetoutahereIgottagetoutahere Ya gotta let me out of here Let me outta here I gotta get outta here Let me outta here I gotta get outta here Let me outta here I gotta get outta here See my lonely life unfold I see it everyday See my only mind explode Blow up in my face I grabbed my hat and I got my coat and I, I ran into the street I saw a man that was choking there I guess he couldn't breathe Said to myself this is very strange I'm glad it wasn't me But now I hear those sirens callin' and so I am not free I DIDN'T WANNA BE I DIDN'T WANNA BE I DIDN'T WANNA BE (See my lonely life unfold) I DIDN'T WANNA BE (I see it every day) LEAVE ME ALONE I DIDN'T WANNA BE DON'T TOUCH ME! See my lonely mind explode when I've gone INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNE!

And now Ladies and Gentlemen, it is the distinct pleasure of the management to present to you, the evenings star attraction. Here they are! Back after their exclusive three year tour of Europe, Scandinavia and the sub-Continent. Won't you welcome, from Calumet City, Illinois, the show band, of Joliet Jake, and Elwood Blues........ The Blues Brothers!

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A band that made a difference. Creedence Clearwater Revival.

The Blair Witch Project.

Is there a commercial that would only be broadcast in your area that would instantly identify you, your nationality or beliefs? This one caused all of us to go nuts a couple of years ago. It was the original. It was followed by this one but my favorite was this one, by far. Have you any to share?

There is a commercial here promoting a charity for cancer. It shows a small child afflicted with cancer, but the child repeats a couple of times throughout the commercial "I will get through this." And I believe him. Darryl, I send good vibes to you.. Ken.

Happy Birthday Katie. I hope it is a memorable day spent with friends and family. Ken.

George Winston, December will add an elegant flair.. Ken.

For my son. Bob Seger's "In Your Time". In your time The innocence will fall away In your time The mission bells will toll All along The corridors and river beds There'll be signs In your time Towering waves Will crash across your Southern capes Massive storms Will reach your Eastern shores Fields of green Will tumble through your summer days By design In your time Feel the wind And set yourself the bolder course Keep your heart As open as a shrine You'll sail the perfect line And after all The dead ends and the lessons learned After all The stars have turned to stone There'll be peace Across the Great unbroken void All benign In your time You'll be fine In your time

I was a pefectly normal 13 year old boy with Evel Knevel and Kiss as my heros. Then this poster happened..... and my transformation to was complete.....

There never has been , nor will there ever be anyone as cool as Elvis. No-one with the stage presence, or command over an audience like Presley. And this video shows him totally radiating coolness....