Ken

Any guesses? Ken.

"I am actually a virgin and we are waiting." Trust me dear. He's crying already. Ken.

I used to do the same for my son. The song I used to sing him was Bob Seger's "Jody Girl". Used to calm him down. That, or I used to put on a disc I have of Meryl Streep reading the children's story "The Velveteen Rabbit" with George Winston at the piano. Ken.

It's been in my head for the last 24 hours, and I don't care... Everybody sing! - drumstick solo - My grandma and your grandma, sittin by the fire, My grandma said to your grandma, I'm going to set your flag on fire, Takin bout hey now!, hey now! Iko! Iko! an de' Jackomo fe no nan nan e' , Jackomo fe nan e' Look at my King all dressed in red Iko! Iko! an de' Bet you 5 dollars, he kill you dead! Jackomo fe nan e' Takin bout ..... hey now, hey now Iko! Iko! an de' Jackomo fe no an nan e' , Jackomo fe nan e' My flagboy and your flagboy, sittin by the fire, My flagboy told your flagboy, I'm going to set your flag on fire, Takin bout ..... hey now, hey now Iko! Iko! an de' Jackomo fe no an e' , Jackomo fe nan e' See that man all dressed in green, Iko! Iko! an de' He's not a man, he's a lovin machine! Jackomo fe nan e' Takin bout hey now, hey now Iko! Iko! an de' Jackomo fe no nan nan e' , Jackomo fe nan e' - instrumental solo - Takin bout hey now, hey now Iko! Iko! an de' Jackomo fe no ane' , Jackomo fe nan e' fade........

"Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied, with the life your livin'?" Bob Marley "Exodus"

Rick Neilson, Cheap Trick....

Absolutely no question about it it was John Lee Hooker. Ken.

Lord knows, 20 years from now, Ugly Kid Joe's "I Hate Everything About You" will be the more appropriate song.... Ken.

"Why Don't We Get Drunk (And Screw)?" by Jimmy Buffett will make it an anniversary that will bring back fond memories for years to come! Happy Anniversary!

Who's axe is this?

I love Kiss, I've always loved Kiss, and my last day here on this planet will still find me loving Kiss. (Shivers deliciously in anticipation....) "In Detroit, a Pontiac Michigan youth was declared dead at the scene of a head on collision on Grand Avenue this morning. The youth was reportedly driving on the wrong side of the boulevard when he struck a delivery truck and was catapaulted through the windshield of his car. The driver of the truck is reported to be uninjured. Identites of both men are being witheld by local police." Deuce Firehouse Cold Gin Detroit Rock City C'mon 'n Love Me Hotter Than Hell Strutter God Of Thunder Rock Bottom 2000 Man Strange Ways Let Me Go Rock And Roll I Stole Your Love Love Gun Shock Me Is That You? New York Groove I Can't Stop The Rain Hooked On Rock and Roll Domino 100,000 Years Black Diamond She Charisma Goin' Blind Comin' Home Ah, I could go on and on.... Ken.

OOoooo. Excellent topic. I was at that show too. "Deuce". I got right up to the stage, close enough to accurately report that Ace's smoking guitar smelled like a housefire... Ken.

Anything, anything at all from the B-52's! They are a premier party band! Ken.

This can be answered really simply. Grab a copy of "Aloha From Hawaii". Select "Steamroller Blues". See that commanding stage presence? Hear that fantastic range? THAT is "what it was about Elvis Presley". He exuded, radiated and oozed coolness. The ladies (ahem) wanted to 'be' with him, and the guys wanted to BE him. That curled lip and slow pelvic grind that came to a bump-stop would have made Mother Theresa come unglued. Good Gawd the man was cool...Henry Winkler's "The Fonz" from the '70's "Happy Day's" drew heavily on Presley's persona. There will never be another Elvis. Ever.

Out of all of the celebrities that I have heard of passing, this is one of the few (Chris Farley, Joey Ramone)that really saddened me. As a kid, Gilligan was a large bright spot. Damn that hurt. Ken.

Standing up and thoroughly applauding Mike. As long as there are people like him in this world, and I suspect there are many, there is always hope for humanity. Ken.

The Ramones covered the Ronettes "Baby I love you" and did an absolutely stunning job of it. They also did a great job of the Searchers old chestnut "Needles And Pins". Joey's voice is awesome. Ken.

Yeah. I've long believed that people are essentially good. I still believe it. Ken.

The Jack, live, Bon Scott singing.

I was happy to hear Canada was sending aid for those affected by hurricane Katrina. What really fries my cheese though, is where is everyone else? Didn't you guys just lead the entire globe helping those affected by the tsunami? The following is old, dates back to the early '70's, but still as relevant. By a Canadian. The Americans written by Gordon Sinclair The United States dollar took another pounding on German, French and British exchanges this morning, hitting the lowest point ever known in West Germany. It has declined there by 41% since 1971 and this Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least-appreciated people in all the world. As long as sixty years ago, when I first started to read newspapers, I read of floods on the Yellow River and the Yangtse. Well, Who rushed in with men and money to help? The Americans did, that's who. They have helped control floods on the Nile, the Amazon, the Ganges and the Niger. Today, the rich bottom land of the Mississippi is under water and no foreign land has sent a dollar to help. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy, were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of those countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States. When the franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. And I was there. I saw that. When distant cities are hit by earthquakes, it is the United States that hurries into help... Managua Nicaragua is one of the most recent examples. So far this spring, 59 American communities have been flattened by tornadoes. Nobody has helped. The Marshall Plan... the Truman Policy... all pumped billions upon billions of dollars into discouraged countries. And now, newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent war-mongering Americans. I'd like to see one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplanes. Come on... let's hear it! Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tristar or the Douglas 10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all international lines except Russia fly American planes? Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or a women on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy and you find men on the moon, not once, but several times ... and safely home again. You talk about scandals and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even the draft dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are right here on our streets in Toronto, most of them... unless they are breaking Canadian laws... are getting American dollars from Ma and Pa at home to spend here. When the Americans get out of this bind... as they will... who could blame them if they said 'the hell with the rest of the world'. Let someone else buy the bonds, let someone else build or repair foreign dams or design foreign buildings that won't shake apart in earthquakes. When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both of them are still broke. I can name to you 5,000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name to me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake. Our neighbours have faced it alone and I am one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their noses at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of these. But there are many smug, self-righteous Canadians. And finally, the American Red Cross was told at its 48th Annual meeting in New Orleans this morning that it was broke. This year's disasters... with the year less than half-over... has taken it all and nobody... but nobody... has helped.

Reading departure signs in some big airport Reminds me of the places I've been Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure Makes me want to go back again If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall Good times and riches and son-of-a-bitches I've seen more than I can recall. "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes" Jimmy Buffett

Shawna, I myself am adopted, my son is adopted, my mother-in-law is adoped and my sister (the one I grew up with) is adopted. It runs in the family. Allow me to give you my perspective on adoption. Biology dictates that your hair may be blonde, brown, your eyes might be green, your skin may be black, you might be tall, short, fat, or skinny. But it is environment that determines everything else. Someone else gave birth to my son and didn't have the heart to abort him. But also didn't have the wherewithal to support and raise him. Nor the maturity to raise a small child. But that woman had the maturity and love to want her child to have a good life. So I contribute to the 'environment' factor of the equation by being (or trying to be) a good Dad. I've fixed his bike and shown him how it's cool to use a clothespin and a playing card to make his bike sound like a motorcycle. His mother had mended his knees when they needed mending. I've sat up scared shi*less when his fever peaked at 102. I've coached his soccer team. His mother went behind my back and paid the 130.00 for his 'Heely' running shoes. In short, we've been parents, much like I suspect you are doing, and anyone else reading this does. Over the years of my life, I have received some awesome gifts from those who love me. And I mean, awesome. But the best gift I've ever gotten ever is my Korey. From someone I've never met. And you want to know something? The kid loves me. As your adopted child will love you. As any child would love a parent or parents that show the kid love and kindness. That's just the way the equation works. Sure, someday the kid might want to know where he got his good looks from, but he or she will always know who their 'family' is. THAT shi* you can take to the bank. Here's looking at you, kid.. Ken.

I think the Aussies have it beat.... I wonder what the church gatherings are like.. Ken.

GOD I admire this guy. If ever someone truly deserved a it would most certainly be this guy. I wish I could have had the means to alter his end. It was too sad.. from www.snopes.com A man soared three miles above Los Angeles in an "aircraft" consisting of an aluminum lawn chair tethered to helium weather balloons. The incredible flight of Larry Walters, a 33-year-old Vietnam veteran and North Hollywood truck driver with no pilot or balloon training, took place on 2 July 1982. Larry filled 45 weather balloons with helium and tethered them in four tiers to an aluminum lawn chair he purchased at Sears for $110, loading his makeshift aircraft (dubbed the "Inspiration I") with a large bottle of soda, milk jugs full of water for ballast, a pellet gun, a portable CB radio, an altimeter, and a camera. Donning a parachute, Larry climbed into his chair from the roof of his girlfriend's home in San Pedro while two friends stood at the ready to untether the craft. He took off a little earlier than expected, however, when his mooring line was cut by the roof's sharp edges. As friends, neighbors, reporters and cameramen looked on, Larry Walters rocketed into the sky above San Pedro. A few minutes later Larry radioed the ground that he was sailing across Los Angeles Harbor towards Long Beach. Walters had planned to fly 300 miles into the Mojave Desert, but the balloons took him up faster than expected and the wind didn't cooperate, and Walters quickly found himself drifting 16,000 feet above Long Beach. (He later reported that he was "so amazed by the view" that he "didn't even take one picture.") As Larry and his lawnchair drifted into the approach path to Long Beach Municipal Airport, perplexed pilots from two passing Delta and TWA airliners alerted air traffic controllers about what appeared to be an unprotected man floating through the sky in a chair. Meanwhile, Larry, feeling cold and dizzy in the thin air three miles above the ground, shot several of his balloons with the pellet gun to bring himself back down to earth. He attempted to aim his descent at a large expanse of grass of a north Long Beach country club, but Larry came up short and ended up entangling his tethers in a set of high-voltage power lines in Long Beach about ten miles from his liftoff site. The plastic tethers protected Walters from electrocution as he dangled above the ground until firemen and utility crews could cut the power to the lines (blacking out a portion of Long Beach for twenty minutes). Larry managed to maneuver his chair over a wall, step out, and cut the chair free. (He gave away the chair to some admiring neighborhood children, a decision he later regretted when his impromptu flight brought him far more fame than he had anticipated.) Larry, who had just set a new altitude record for a flight with gas-filled clustered balloons (although his record was not officially recognized because he had not carried a proper altitude-recording device with him) became an instant celebrity, but the Federal Aviation Administration was not amused. Unable to revoke Walters' pilot's license because he didn't have one, an FAA official announced that they would charge Walters "as soon as we figure out which part [of the FAA code] he violated." Larry hit the talk show circuit, appearing with Johnny Carson and David Letterman, hosting at a New York bar filled with lawn chairs for the occasion, and receiving an award from the Bonehead Club of Dallas while the FAA pondered his case. After Walters' hearing before an agency panel, the FAA announced on 17 December 1982 that they were fining him $4,000 for violating four regulations: operating "a civil aircraft for which there is not currently in effect an air-worthiness certificate," creating a collision danger to other aircraft, entering an airport traffic area "without establishing and maintaining two-way communications with the control tower," and failing to take care to prevent hazards to the life and property of others. Larry quickly indicated that he intended to challenge the fines, stating sardonically that if "the FAA was around when the Wright Brothers were testing their aircraft, they would never have been able to make their first flight at Kitty Hawk." He also informed the FAA (and reporters) that he couldn't possibly pay the fine, because he'd put all the money he could save or borrow into his flight. In April the FAA signalled their willingness to compromise by dropping one of the charges (they'd decided his lawnchair didn't need an air-worthiness certificate after all) and lowering the fine to $3,000. Walters countered by offering to admit to failing to maintain two-way radio contact with the airport and to pay a $1,000 penalty if the other two charges were dropped. The FAA eventually agreed to accept a $1,500 payment because "the flight was potentially unsafe, but Walters had not intended to endanger anyone." After Larry told interviewers that he didn't have a job or money and could use all the help he could get, patrons at Jumbo's Diner in Port Richmond, California, took up a collection for him. Despite his punishment, Walters didn't rule out the possibility of another flight. "We've been looking at the Bahamas and a couple of other possibilities. It depends on whether or not I can get somebody to finance it, because I sure can't," he stated. Although Larry Walters never made another balloon flight, he did inspire someone else to try the same feat. On 1 January 1984, a licensed pilot, parachutist, and chute rigger named Kevin Walsh outfitted himself with 57 weather balloons, each six feet in diameter. Armed with five knives and carrying a parachute, Walsh tethered himself to the helium-filled balloons (no chair) and took off from Minuteman Airfield in Stow, Massachusetts, at 7:00 AM on New Year's Day. He shot into the sky even faster than Larry had, hitting the 1,000-foot mark in twelve seconds, reaching 6,000 feet in two minutes, and peaking at 9,000 feet after four minutes. When one of Walsh's balloons popped, he came back down to 6,000 feet and settled in to enjoy the view. He had wrapped his tether lines in foil in the hope that they would show up on radar, and, sure enough, he was picked up on the screens of controllers at Boston's Logan airport, where he produced a radar blip the size of three stacked jetliners. After a 45-minute flight Walsh cut himself free of the balloons and parachuted to the ground, landing in Hudson and walking away. Kevin claimed that he had been planning his flight for seven years and did it "just to make a positive statement about mankind." Walters had been his inspiration: "I had to commend him for his ingenuity. That's when my dream hooked up with reality." Kevin Walsh soon found himself the recipient of the same kind of attention as his hero when he was cited with four violations of FAA regulations and fined $4,000. Although Walters' flight brought him instant fame, it never proved very lucrative for him. He was paid a few hundred dollars here and there for television appearances and made a little money as a motivational speaker, but it wasn't until Timex paid him $1,000 in 1992 to appear in print advertisements featuring "adventurous individuals wearing Timex watches" that he saw any real payoff. Even then, he still hadn't recouped the estimated $4,000 it had cost him to make the flight ten years earlier. Not much else in life worked out for Larry, either — he broke up with his girlfriend of fifteen years, his speaking career didn't pan out, and he worked only sporadically as a security guard. On 6 October 1993, Larry hiked to one of his favorite spots in Angeles National Forest and put a bullet through his heart. It was a sad end for the man who had made one the most celebrated flights since Lindbergh, a man who said, "It was something I had to do. I had this dream for twenty years, and if I hadn't done it, I think I would have ended up in the funny farm. I didn't think that by fulfilling my goal in life — my dream — that I would create such a stir and make people laugh." Remarkably, Walters seemingly original plan to float up into the sky in a chair tethered to balloons then shoot them down one by one when he wanted to return to terra firma was eerily presaged by an E. B. White piece which appeared in The New Yorker sometime between 1936 and 1954. As reprinted in a 1984 collection of E. B. White tales, the pieces titled "Professor Picard Before" and "Professor Picard After" recount the saga of an adventurous professor who believed he could travel to the outer spheres in a basket attached to 2,000 toy balloons and would be able to bring himself back down by shooting out some of them. This being a work of fiction, though Picard descends in flames, he emerges unhurt and choked with laughter. Ken..