Ken

There is a song out now, I don't know the 'artist' that did this but it makes me want to take a ball-peen hammer to my radio every time it comes on. It uses a small clip from Ray Charles' "I Got A Woman". The "She gives me money, when I'm in need" phrase, then loops it over and over and over until you are ready to throw whomever did this into a tree-chipper. And the 'urban' radio stations in these parts play this 'song' over and over.... Ken.

I gave it more thought. Jimmy Buffett. For sure.

Gene Simmons because he.... heh heh, Gene Simmons. Ken.

Peachy, you ought to know better than to post like that.... Two tablespoon's of cinnamon, and two or three egg whites. A half a stick of butter?. Melted? stick it all in a bowl baby. Stir it with a wooden spoon. Mix in a cup of flour, you'll be in heaven soon. Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown. If you ever need a quick pick me up just stick my balls in your mouth. Oooo suck on my chocolate salted balls stick em in your mouth, and suck em! Suck on my chocolate salted balls, they're packed full of vitamins, and good for you. So suck on my balls. Quarter cup of unsweeten chocolate, and a half a cup of brandy. You throw in a bag or two of sugar and just a pinch of vanilla. Grease up the cookie sheet. Cause I hate when my balls stick. Then preheat the oven to three fifty and give that spoon a lick? Say everybody have you seen my balls they're big and salty and brown. If you ever need a quick pick me up just stick my balls in your mouth. Suck on my chocolate salted balls. Put em in your mouth, and suck em! Suck on my chocolate salted balls, there packed full of goodness, high on fiber. Suck on my balls. [sniff, sniff, sniff] Hey, wait a minute. What's that smell. Smell like something burning. Well that don't confront me none. Long as I get my rent paid on Friday. Baby you better get back in the kitchen. Cause I got a sneak'n suspicion. Oh man baby, baby! You just burned my balls! Help me, my balls on fire ?? baby my balls are burning give me some water! Pour some water on me! my balls are burning oh my goodness, I'm blow'n I'm blow'n do somethin Oooo Suck on my chocolate salted balls. Put em in your mouth, and suck em! They'r on fire baby! Suck on my chocolate salted balls, put em out baby, blow ohh Suck on my balls baby Suck on my balls baby Suck on my, red hot, salted, chocolate balls come on baby woo, woo suck on my balls. [blow blow]

Pet Cemetary The Ramones Under the arc of a weather stain boards, Ancient goblins, and warlords, Come out of the ground, not making a sound, The smell of death is all around, And the night when the cold wind blows, No one cares, nobody knows. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again. Follow Victor to the sacred place, This ain't a dream, I can't escape, Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones, Spirits moaning among the tombstones, And the night, when the moon is bright, Someone cries, something ain't right. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again. The moon is full, the air is still, All of a sudden I feel a chill, Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away, Skeletons dance, I curse this day, And the night when the wolves cry out, Listen close and you can hear me shout. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh, I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no I don't want to live my life again, oh oh

It was jumping last night. A good time had by all... Add a little blacklight and shut off the camera flash and this is what it kind of looks like add a little fog, Toss in an electric chair, and the hot chick vampire quartet shows up . Then woke up at 6 AM, and found myself here 3 hours later. Happy Halloween, all.

He wasn't smart enough to pull off something like that......

Remember when you held my hand Remember when you were my man Walk talk in the name of love Before you break my heart Think it over, think it over Roll it over in your mind Why don't you dance with me I'm not no Limburger Just a limburger Dance this mess around Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round Everybody goes to parties They dance this mess around They do the Shu-ga-loo Do the Shy Tuna Do the Camel Walk Do the Hip-o-crit Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake Oh-it's time to do 'em right Hey now, don't that make you feel a whole lot better? Huh? I say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better What you say? I'm just askin' Shake-Bake-Shake-Bake Everybody goes to parties They dance this mess around They do all 16 dances Do the Coo-ca-choo Do the Aqua-velva Do the Dirty Dog Do the Escalator Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake It's time to do 'em right Hey! Fred, now don't that make you feel a whole lot better now? Huh? Say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better? What you say? I'm just askin' Yeah, yeah, yeah... Stop! Dance on over Yeah, yeah Dance, dance, dance this mess around Dance this mess around Shake, shake-a-bake shake Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Dance this mess around Yeah, yeah, yeah........

I unintentionally mislead you Peachy. That ticket/wristband was from that concert. I was hoping others would post photos of vintage concert tickets. I know Mike probably has a load of them. The pick is valid, too. Frehley let fly like you would wing a hockey / baseball card between the middle and index finger and let 'er go. It hit me on the tip of my nose (I was easily 40 feet away, and hit the ground. There was a LOT of people there, and the guy in front of me actually stood square on it for a second. He moved, Ace's pick was mine. Ken.

Heheheheheeee. WOW. Too late for this year, but absolutely positively for sure for next year. This is awesome.... Now I've seen it all...

Tix..... ! Opening night, Bay-bee... The pick is sacred.... Ken.

That totally un-Kiss-like intro at the beginning of Kiss' "Rock Bottom". And Peter's walk-around flam at the beginning of "Strutter". Ken.

OOoooo. Heh heh... Oooooohh. I am gonna creep some kids out this Halloween. Some adults, too. I am done with scaring. This year, I am out to disturb the adults and unsettle the kids.... Like, I want them leaving and thinking, "Somethng isn't right there." The Reverend Henry Kane, from Poltergeist II. Kane: (loud southern preacher accent) That is possible. I get around,(waves his hands in the air like he is giving a sermon) love getting around. Love, talking to people, (looks up at the sky and then back at the family) Even on a rainy day. (he pets the dog, E Buzz, and the dog runs away.) Ha..dog's shedding.. (He says as he picks the dog hair from his fingers. He then points to Carol Ann, with a large smile.) HI! That guy was creepy with a capital KREE-PEE. I GOTTA find me one of them hats.

Absolutely and completely nothing. Clean as a whistle. Ken.

Sue, DO IT! Carve a pumpkin! Make a costume! Give away sweets to people you meet, it just may catch on!

Kari, I love it....

She came down from Cincinnati It took her three days on the train Lookin' for some peace and quiet Hoped to see the sun again But now she lives down by the ocean She's takin' care to look for sharks They hang out in the local bars And they feed right after dark Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey? Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only bait in town Oh oh Oh oh You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town She's saving up all of her money Wants to head it south in May Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n' roll man Somewhere down Montserrat way But the money's good in the season Helps to lighten up her load Boys keep her high as the months go by She's getting postcards from the road Can't you feel 'em closin' in, honey? Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town Sailed off to Antigua It took her three days on a boat Lookin' for some peace and quiet Maybe keep her dreams afloat But now she feels like a remora 'Cause the school's still close at hand Just behind the reef are the big white teeth Of the sharks that can swim on the land Can't you feel 'em circlin', honey ? Can't you feel 'em schoolin' around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only bait in town You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town!

Got together with my nieces tonignt and brought some pumpkins to carve up. Musically, my nieces like to kid "Unca Kenny" about their choices of what to listen to. Tonight was no different.... One says "G-Unit" one says "Bling Bling" and the last one says "Jue", for Juliette, their exchange student friend from France. Fortunately, my Son didn't let me down... Carve 'em if ya got 'em.... Ken.

No, but I have done this . I like doing things and I am not anything exceptional. I don't want to be like my Father in law, a retired police officer who likes to do nothing more than sit in his basement and bitch and moan about the Toronto Maple Leafs. He has 4 kids and thus far missed 3 of the kid's weddings, complaining of not having enough money or being too afraid to fly. Never been anywhere. Don't wanna end up like my brother-in-law, and the eternal pursuit of equipment that is effective in nothing more than keeping his ass screwed to his computer desk. That's all fine if that's what does it for you. Me? It's a big world. I wanna see things, do things. That way, when I am lying on my deathbed, my list of "woulda coulda, shoulda's" wont be real long. But there will still be some there. Gonna ride my bike all the way to Californina, too. Because someone told me I shouldn't. Ken.

Yes, I did go cavediving in Tobermory Ontario. Encountered a couple of thermalclines, and it was brain-numbing cold....

Susie, for you I'd wait a long time.

And I'd be glad to take you. Or all of you. Eventually, you would find yourself bouncing along in an open dive boat, sitting at the front, wetsuit on, not totally zipped up because they tend to get hot. Our gear is at the back of the boat, upright and bungee-corded in place waiting for us. After a while, the boat slows, and our captain and his assistant jockey the boat up to a large float and tie us off to this float. Showtime. Two divers go to the front and begin the process of putting their gear on. *Splash*, they are in. Now it is you and I. To the back we go. They help you into your gear, and you put your weight belt on. You have ten pounds in your belt. Twelve pounds in the quick-release pouches in front of your dive vest. And eight pounds in the back of your dive vest to balance you out. The tank in the back. You open the first stage and your air gauge bounces up to 3500 PSI. You are now securely in your BCD (Buoyancy Control Device), the velcro is velcroed, the buckles are buckled and the snaps are snapped. I've been watching because if something goes wrong, I have to get you out of that, fast. And I hope you are doing the same. Now you stand up, and they assist you with putting your fins on. At this point you look and feel like the clumsiest object on the Planet. You feel incredibly heavy, cumbersome, and awkward. And you put your mask in place and the world goes mildly foggy. The regulator goes into your mouth and you draw your first breath of bottled air. Make the peace sign with your right hand, put your extended fingers against your mask, your thumb against your regulator. Put your left hand against the back of your head and roll backwards off the boat. I won't lie to you, your first time is scary. You hit the water with a muffled splash, and your view is swirled bubbles against a blue / green background. There is a shocking moment where it feels like someone dumped a shotglass of freezing cold water down your back. It passes. And you feel cold water entering your boots, again, the feeling passes surprisingly fast. You pop back up to the surface like a cork, and put your hand on the top of your head like a ballerina dancer, letting those on board the boat know that you are ok. Swim to the front of the boat, I am already there waiting for you. You notice that the awkward, cumbersome feel is *gone*. You feel light, graceful. Because you are. We meet at the front of the boat, I am hanging on to a dripping 1/2" rope tied to the front of the boat and the rope disappears into the water on a 45 degree angle. We lock eyes, and I make the 'ok' sign with my right hand. It is not a statement, I am asking a question. "Are you ok?". You return it. I give you the thumbs down "Let's descend". You pull the dump cord on your vest, you hear air sigh out of your vest, and the water closes over your head. This is your first dive, so I want you in front of me so I can monitor your progress. Every 4 feet or so, you gently pinch your nose closed and blow through your nose to equalize your eardrums against the squeeze they feel. You hear them squeak, and farther down the rope we go. You feel you are totally enveloped in a blue / green world, with 40 feet of visibility. Turn around, hey! I'm right behind you silhouetted by the sun and grinning behind my regulator. Deeper and deeper we go. Keep your eye on your depth gauge. 70 feet, passing through, 80, and 20 feet in front of you a shape emerges. A huge, hulking shape. The rope ends at a concrete block with a plaque on it telling us we are about to see the wreck of the Muskellonge. Hit by lightning back in 1932 it burned merry Hell for a while until the flames reached the 9000 gallons of fuel. Then *blooey* everything went. Miraculously, no one died. This wreck is only a half mile from shore. Close enough that when it went, embers shot onto land and burned down a couple of cottages back then. We squeeze the button on our BCD's and you hear / feel air inflating the vest and keeping you neutrally buoyant down here so you neither float back up nor stay heavy at the bottom. You have easy control over where you want to be in the water. Too much air will send you back up against your wishes, not enough keeps you heavy. Finding the sweet spot is tricky only the first time. Swimming away from the plaque we encounter the bow of the ship sitting upright on the hard clay. Up, up we go to the top and over the other side. What we see now, if on land, would be called a bunch of junk. But it is underwater, so we call it a wreck, and pay good money to see it. You encounter a massive old boiler, steam valves, taps, and old light bulb sockets. Here is an old toilet. A passageway. I am never far from you, turn around, I am right there. I tap you and point to your gauge. You hold up two fingers, close them into a fist, then 1 finger. 2100 PSI, your going through air pretty fast, but this is your first dive, you are anxious, and we are kinda deep. No worries. We spend 20 minutes or so exploring the wreck. There is no fear of being attacked by anything, this is fresh water, there are no predators here. After a while, you notice that your mouth and throat are really frigging dry. Pop the reg out, take a gulp of water. Go on, don't worry, this water is clean and fresh. By now, we have been all over this wreck, and you notice that your comfort level has gone way WAY up. You don't notice any temperature changes, the wetsuit is keeping you comfortable. Again, I tap you on your ankle, and point to my gauge. You look, and hold up 5 fingers, close, then 3. 800 PSI, and time for us to begin our ascent. I hold out both my hands and point with both. "I'll lead, you follow". We make our way back to the cement block. And slowly, as slow as our slowest rising bubbles, make our way back up. You are going, but you don't really want to. You wish you could have stayed longer. We ascend the rope slowly, gently kicking and letting the air we put in our vest down there, out, because the decreasing pressure around us is causing the air in the vest to expand. No worries, we are in control of that and let the expanding air out in little blasts. Almost sounds like you are farting underwater! At 15 feet deep, we are going to just 'hang out' here for 3 minutes. Our 'safety stop'. Watch the fish swim by, and think of ways to tell those we love who don't dive the joy you just experienced. After 3 minutes has gone by, we close the last 15 feet and pop back up to the surface, back into the bright sunshine. Put a blast of air back into your BCD, to keep you positively buoyant, and check your gauge. 500 PSI, just where you want to be. Swim to the back of the boat. Our captain is there, and he asks for your foot, taking your fin off. Then your other. He extends his hand to you, and helps you back on board. He unsnaps you from your BCD, and you step, unencumbered, to the front of the boat, and you wonder if it will ever be that exhilarating again. Wait. in another hour and a half it'll be better than the last dive. But now, we have to put in what's known as a 'surface interval', lose some of the nitrogen we had build up in our bloodstream (you don't notice this at all), and we have a date with some turkey sandwiches on Kaiser rolls, Kosher pickles, and a Coke. And then it's back into wet Neoprene. I hope you liked that as much as I liked writing it. Love to all. Ken.

Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowr, Eh, pass the sweet 'n sour sauce, wouldja?

You aren't real quick on the uptake, are you Sue. Sammy wants to take you shoe shopping so he can get you in a pair of clear stilettos and look up your skirt. Sammy rawks

To the tune of Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle DId you ever think when you eat chinese It ain't pork or chicken but a fat siamese? Yet the food tastes great so you don't complain But that's not chicken in your chicken chow mein Seems to me I ordered sweet and sour pork But Garfield's on my fork He's purrin' here on my fork There's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon The place that I eat every day at noon They can feed you cat and you'll never know Once they wrap it up in dough boys They fry it real crisp in dough. Chow Lin asked if I wanted more As he was diallin' up his buddy at the old pet store I said "Not today, I lost my appetite" There's two cats in my belly and they want to fight. I was suckin on a roll-aid and a tums or two When I swear I heard it mew boy And that is when I knew There's a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon I think I gotta stop eating there at noon They say that it's beef or fish or pork But it's purrin there on my fork There's a hairball on my fork Ken.