Ken

Dude, I was only kidding around.... Oooo. God, you don't even.... Uh oh. You are gonna wind up waking up in a pit in her basement putting the lotion on or getting the hose... You're on your own...

Embracing Kari, looking at Das.. "Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhttttttt".

Hey Peachy.... (In my best Freddy Fender...) If he brings you happiness Then i wish you all the best It's your happiness that matters most of all But if he ever breaks your heart If the teardrops ever start I'll be there before the next teardrop falls Si te quire de verdad Y te da felicidad Te deseo lo mas bueno pa'los dos Pero si te hace llorar A mime puedes hablar Y estare contigo cuando treste estas I'll be there anytime You need me by your side To drive away every teardrop that you cried And if he ever leaves you blue Just remember, I love you And I'll be there before the next teardrop falls And I'll be there before the next teardrop falls Kenny....

Here in Windsor, we've not had any snow since a mild dusting in December. Unheard of. I can never remember a January with *zero* snowfall. And it has been mild. Mid 40's to low 50's mild. Wouldn't be bad, but this sun worshipper is a little down as it is always grey. Overcast. Or dark. Wake up, it's dark. Go home, dark. I cannot wait for those first glorious couple of days in late March when it approaches 70 and every cell in your body stretches and shakes off winter and smiles toward the sun. Seeing robins for the first time and smelling things growing. That exciting smell of earth, and green, the promise of summer. God I hate winter....

From Seger's "Live Bullet" "Heavy Music" -------> "Katmandu" Awesome... Ken.

Pauly, take care of yourself. Godspeed. Ken.

Fear of Constipation - Nogophobia Fear of Diahrhea - Gogophobia Fear of Constipation then Diahrhea - Nogogogophobia. Ken.

Kiss WAR MACHINE Wanna bite the hand that feeds me, wanna turn the tides Set the demons free and watch 'em fly Strike down the one who leads me, I'm gonna take his place Gonna vindicate the human race Better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine Better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine Take the reins of power and seize them, draw the battle lines Armageddon's just a matter of time Tear down the voice of reason, let the arrows fly Your freedom's just a state of mind, yeah Better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine You better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine You better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine You better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine Better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine I'm a war machine, I'm a war machine Alice Cooper Steven I don't want to see you go I don't even want to be there I will cover up my eyes And pray it goes away You've only lived a minute of your life I must be dreaming, please stop screaming I don't like to hear you cry You just don't know how deep that cuts me So I will cover up my eyes And it will go away You've only lived a minute of your life I must be dreaming, please stop screaming STEVEN! STEVEN! I hear my name! STEVEN! Is someone calling me? I hear my name! STEVEN! That icy breath that whispers screams of pain! I don't want to feel you die But if that's the way that God has planned you I'll put pennies on your eyes And it will go away See? You've only lived a minute of your life I must be dreaming Steven.... Is someone calling me? No.... Steven.... I think I hear a voice--- it's outside the door! STEVEN! I hear my name! STEVEN! Is someone calling me? I hear my name! STEVEN! WHAT DO YOU WANT? STEVEN! WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT-DO-YOU-WANT? STEVEN! STEVEN! STEVEN! I hear my name.... AC/DC Night Prowler Somewhere a clock strikes midnight And there's a full moon in the sky You hear a dog bark in the distance You hear someone's baby cry A rat runs down the alley And a chill runs down your spine Someone walks across your grave And you wish the sun would shine No one's gonna warn you And no one's gonna yell 'Attack' And you don't feel the steel Till it's hanging out your back I'm your Night Prowler, I sleep in the day I'm your Night Prowler, get out of my way Look out for the Night Prowler, watch you tonight I'm the Night Prowler, when you turn out the light ... Too scared to turn your light out 'Cos there's something on your mind Was that a noise outside your window? What's that shadow on the blind? As you lie there naked Like a body in a tomb Suspended animation As I slip into your room I'm your Night Prowler, I sleep in the day I'm your Night Prowler, get out of my way Look out for the Night Prowler, watch you tonight I'm the Night Prowler, when you turn out the light ... I'm your Night Prowler, break down your door I'm your Night Prowler, crawling 'cross your floor I'm your Night Prowler, make a mess of you, yes I will Night Prowler, and I am telling this to you There ain't nothing you can do As for the last part, The opening sequence for Gene Simmons' "Radioactive" is perfect for what you are requiring. Ken.

Groove on it. The guy did it? Eight times... Double groove on this.. In one hour. That's not balls, that is King Kong size stones. Ken.

Too often these days we use the word 'amazing' a bit frivolous. An 'amazing' frappacino, an 'amazing' weekend, ad nauseam. Prepare for something truly "Amazing". Amazing book, amazing story, amazing man. Amazing, gorilla sized balls. Dig on it. The guy, strung a wire, illegally between WTC 1 and WTC 2, then walked out onto the wire. Like, what, 1400 feet up? Makes that frappacino seem like overpriced, leukwarm dishwater. Ken.

Happy Birfday, Susie-Q. I hope it is a stellar day. Ken.

Uh, when I signed up for this I was told there was no math....

I can't take credit for the following. I heard it once, whilst jacked on tropical drinks with my dentist, of all people. There is more to it, this is all I can remember.... He came from Alabama, He came from Galilee, he gave us Margaritaville, He gave us immortality. One thing's for sure, they both gave us the cure, for the things we can't seem to stomach. So Happy Birthday Jesus, and Jimmy Buffett. Ken.

Having A Tropical Christmas Jimmy Buffett Well it sure is nice down here this time of year, The tourists are tanned and there's Holiday Cheer, Here comes Santa Claus, Havin' a tropical Christmas... I've mailed out my cards to the great Frozen North, Sweatin' from the energy I put forth, Singin' "Jingle Bells", Having a tropical Christmas.... And when the sun sets down in the ocean, We'll decorate the palm trees We'll mingle ornaments, with the coconut lights, Then we'll go carolling through Paradise, And thank Baby Jesus, For this tropical Silent Night............. First we'll open our presents, then we'll lay on the beach, Later we'll call, see what relatives we reach.... In their winter wonderland, Havin' a tropical Christmas, And when the sun sets down in the ocean, We'll decorate the palm trees......... We'll mingle ornaments, with the coconut lights, Then we'll go carolling through Paradise, And thank Baby Jesus, For this tropical Silent Night.... Hey Kris Kringle, when you empty your sleigh, Stop by and kick back, with us a few days, You and Rudolph, Havin' a tropical Christmas We're buildin' snowmen in the sand, Havin' a tropical Christmas, Grandma wants a bikini, Havin' a tropical Christmas Y'all come on down, We'll have a tropical Christmas Bring your suntan oil, Havin' a tropical Christmas Let there be Peace on Earth, Havin' a tropical Christmas, Bring your surfboards, too Havin' a tropical Christmas..........

Having A Tropical Christmas Jimmy Buffett Well it sure is nice down here this time of year, The tourists are tanned and there's Holiday Cheer, Here comes Santa Claus, Havin' a tropical Christmas... I've mailed out my cards to the great Frozen North, Sweatin' from the energy I put forth, Singin' "Jingle Bells", Having a tropical Christmas.... And when the sun sets down in the ocean, We'll decorate the palm trees We'll mingle ornaments, with the coconut lights, Then we'll go carolling through Paradise, And thank Baby Jesus, For this tropical Silent Night............. First we'll open our presents, then we'll lay on the beach, Later we'll call, see what relatives we reach.... In their winter wonderland, Havin' a tropical Christmas, And when the sun sets down in the ocean, We'll decorate the palm trees......... We'll mingle ornaments, with the coconut lights, Then we'll go carolling through Paradise, And thank Baby Jesus, For this tropical Silent Night.... Hey Kris Kringle, when you empty your sleigh, Stop by and kick back, with us a few days, You and Rudolph, Havin' a tropical Christmas We're buildin' snowmen in the sand, Havin' a tropical Christmas, Grandma wants a bikini, Havin' a tropical Christmas Y'all come on down, We'll have a tropical Christmas Bring your suntan oil, Havin' a tropical Christmas Let there be Peace on Earth, Havin' a tropical Christmas, Bring your surfboards, too Havin' a tropical Christmas..........

I like to throw this in to keep it fun...... From The Nightmare Before Christmas Kidnap the Sandy Claws LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws? LOCK I wanna do it! BARREL Let's draw straws! SHOCK Jack said we should work together Three of a kind LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Birds of a feather Now and forever! Wheeee! La, la, la, la, la Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights! SHOCK First, we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When he comes a-sniffing we will Snap the trap and close the gate! LOCK Wait! I've got a better plan To catch this big red lobster man Let's pop him in a boiling pot And when he's done we'll butter him up! LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws Throw him in a box Bury him for ninety years Then see if he talks SHOCK Then Mr. Oogie Boogie Man Can take the whole thing over then He'll be so pleased, I do declare That he will cook him rare! LOCK,SHOCK, AND BARREL Wheeee! LOCK I say that we take a cannon Aim it at his door And then knock three times And when he answers Sandy Claws will be no more! SHOCK You're so stupid, think now lf we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green! LOCK,SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws Tie him in a bag Throw him in the ocean Then, see if he is sad LOCK AND SHOCK Because Mr. Oogie Boogie is the meanest guy around If I were on his Boogie list, I'd get out of town BARREL He'll be so pleased by our success That he'll reward us too, I bet! LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Perhaps he'll make his special brew Of snake and spider stew! Ummm! We're his little henchmen and We take our job with pride We do our best to please him And stay on his good side! SHOCK I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb BARREL I'm not the dumb one LOCK You're no fun SHOCK Shut up! LOCK Make me! SHOCK I've got something, listen now This one is real good, you'll see We'll send a present to his door Upon there'll be a note to read Now, in the box we'll wait and hide Until his curiosity entices him to look inside BARREL And then we'll have him One, two, three! LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL Kidnap the Sandy Claws, beat him with a stick Lock him up for ninety years, see what makes him tick! Kidnap the Sandy Claws, chop him into bits Mr. Oogie Boogie is sure to get his kicks Kidnap the Sandy Claws, see what we will see Lock him in a cage and then, throw away the key!

Merry KISSmas Katie and all! Ken.

Bon Jovi make me want to turn the radio off with a sledgehammer. Ken.

Steel Rail Blues Gordon Lightfoot Well I got my mail late last night A letter from a girl who found the time to write To her lonesome boy somewheres in the night She sent me a railroad ticket too To take me to her lovin' arms And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Well I been out here, many long days I haven't found a place that I could call my own Not a two bit bed to lay my body on I been stood up I been shook down I been dragged into the sand And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Ooooh oooo oo whu hu hoo Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oo Well I been up tight most every night Walkin' along the streets of this old town Not a friend around to tell my troubles to My good old car she done broke down 'Cause I drove it into the ground And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Well I look over yonder across the plain The big drive wheels are poundin' along the ground Gonna get on board and I'll be homeward bound Now I ain't had a home cooked meal And Lord I could use one now And the big steel rail gonna carry me home to the one I love Now here I am with my hat in hand Standin' on the broad highway will you give a ride To a lonesome boy who missed the train last night I went in town for one last round And I gambled my ticket away And the big steel rail won't carry me home to the one I love

Song For a Winter's Night Gordon Lightfoot The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top The snow is softly falling The air is still within the silence of my room I hear your voice softly calling If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love Upon this winter night with you The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead My glass is almost empty I read again between the lines upon each page The words of love you sent me If I could know within my heart That you were lonely too I would be happy just to hold the hands I love Upon this winter night with you The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim The shades of night are liftin' The morning light steals across my windowpane Where webs of snow are driftin' If I could only have you near To breathe a sigh or two I would be happy just to hold the hands I love Upon this winter night with you And to be once again with with you

Holy Shi*, It's Christmas! Red Peters with The New Christy Hamsters SFX - Jingling bells, intro music bed, etc. (off in the distance) "Ho, ho, ho....." Hamster #1 - "Did you hear that?" Hamster #2 - "Hey everybody, Santa's here!" Hamster #3 - "Aw, there ain't no Santa Claus." Hamster #2 - "There is, too!" SFX - knock on door Hamsters - "He's here!!!" SFX - door bursts open Red - "Ho, ho, ho... Merry Christmas boys!" Hamster #1 - "Aw, shi*, it's Red Peters..." Hamsters - "Awww..." (grumbling in unison) Red - "Come on you swinging hamsters, get over here. We're gonna sing us a happy Christmas song." Hamster #1 - "Oh no, not another corny, stupid song." Hamster #2 - "Yeah, no way Red." Hamsters - "Yeah, yeah..." Red - "Get over here and sing or I'll wring your little necks!" Hamsters - "OK!, OK!...jeesh!" SUNG Grab your nuts hamsters, gather round with me forget about out all that teasin' we're breakin' out the holly and aluminum tree cuz it's that jolly season I know you been naughty, but have you been nice? That's only Santa's business he's makin' his list and he's checkin' it twice Holy Shi*, It's Christmas! (HAMSTERS) HAMSTERS Santa comes just once a year! Just like you, Red, that's what we hear he's got a soft spot for reindeer.... especially Rudolph's derriere Knock it off fellas it's a hol-i-day go on give Santa a big kiss You can play hide the hamster on a one horse sleigh Holy Shi*, It's Christmas! (HAMSTERS) (instrumental) Red - "Hey, what happened to my lyric sheet? Anyone seen my lyric sheet?" Hamster #1 - "Heck, we don't need no lyric sheets, Red. We know our parts by heart. Right fellas?" (giggles) Hamster #2 - "Yeah, sure, I know my part, Godfried." (giggles) Hamster #3 - "Yah, me too!" (giggles) Red- "Well that's great guys, I love Christmas songs." SUNG (Godfried) - Santa tried reaching up the neighbors blouse after drinking all the eggnog (Bruce) - camped out in the bathroom for an hour or two squashing off a Yule log (Raliegh) - He wandered in his undies all over the house but we minded our own business (Hamsters) - til we caught him stuffing hamsters up a gift wrap tube (All) - Holy Shi*, It's Christmas! (Red) Santa comes just once a year up the chimney he'll disappear (hamsters) Keep on the look out for Mr. Gear hamster deliveries in the rear Red - (grabbing the lyric sheet, speaking...) "Gimme those lyrics!!!" Roastnuts chestin' on an open fire Santa's tongue stuck to the doorknob... His balls got fondled by a carolin' choir while the parson gave him a handj... what? The sleigh came down and took him away that whole damn crowd was dismissed It was time to be jolly, a time to be gay Holy Shi*, It's Christmas! (HAMSTERS) Holy Shi*, It's Christmas! " Holy Shi*, It's Christmas! " (end)

No, it isn't. Those effects are pulled off by using a programmable logic controller and a sequencer. Whoever did that spent an awful lot of time programming.

I've been reading the Holy Q'uran a Muslim friend of mine had given me. Just to round out my point-of-view in these troubled times. It is difficult to read, you read it in reverse, back-to-front. I was raised Catholic and have no intentions to convert / revert or invert. I don't really put much stock into the religion I was raised with. Seeking answers I guess. The friend who gave me the Anglicized version of the Q'uaran (Mustapha, a Bosnian Islamic) said that it was his duty to at least make the book available to me. Never said anything untoward about Catholocism, but did point out that Christmas kinda went astray. And he's right, I guess. Christ was born, buy a Honda. Christmas is coming, head to Leons (A Canadian furiture retail giant) for their Ho-Ho-Hold the Payments sale. Sorry. This is a book review thread and I went astray myself. The last real good book I read was "4000 Days - My Life and Survival in a Bangkok Prison" , The following is a cut-and-paste from the Amazon.com website about the book. "Book Description In the late 1970s, author Warren Fellows and two of his friends had the perfect scheme: they would traffic heroin between Australia and Thailand, concealing it flawlessly in high-tech, invisible compartments in suitcases. The money was there, and the process seemed foolproof--especially because they hadn't gotten caught in all their prior attempts at smuggling. But in 1978, all that would change, and Fellows would spend the next twelve years of his life enduring violations of his human rights of unimaginable hideousness. Fellows, convicted in Thailand, spent these twelve years in Bangkok's infamous Bang Kwang prison, witnessing atrocities committed by both prison officials and his fellow inmates. He survived countless torturous beatings, was forced to eat rats, and endured solitary confinement under terrifyingly inhumane conditions. On a daily basis, Fellows also witnessed the torture and execution of those around him, their screams as common as the insects and vermin in his cell. Many of the prisoners in Bang Kwang turned to heroin--the vice that landed Fellows there in the first place--to escape their daily nightmares, and the prison guards often helped feed this deadly addiction. Fellows, now a free man, has lived to write about these twelve ghastly years. He has captured the filth, pain, anger, hopelessness, and torture of life in a Thai prison with vivid, engrossing detail and brutal honesty. " Ken.