Numbers, Bah Humbug!
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k,
one more little thing. You wrote, and I quote,
<<I've never considered myself any kind of a purist. I'm especially fond
<<of the music from the 60's and early 70's because those were my formative
<<years. Those years also predate rap and heavy, heavy metal both of which too
<<often contain overt obscenity, mind-numbing noise and lyrics that are
impossible
<<to discern, further complicated by the fact that many albums are no longer
<<accompanied by lyric sheets. It becomes impossible to know what you are
<<listening to and, by virtue of repeating the act, assenting to. >>
You are, as you documented, 40 years of age now, so that might explain your
apparent aversion to crap (strangely, the "c" is always silent when referring
to this type of "music," therefore, it is commonly misspelled "rap" as well),
and heavy, heavy metal. I'm sure our parents expressed their aversion to Jimi
Hendrix, Fred Zepple, Ten Years After, Grand Funk RailRoad, BTO, etc., for
reasons similar to yours, but who can be sure, eh? These kids these days…
…B.
B.
You are right about my parents' aversion to the music that I grew up with.
But they enjoy it a lot more today then they did then. I was particularly
intrigued by my mother who recently videotaped Woodstock II. Most curious.
Remember, I'm 40. The original Woodstock wasn't exactly her cup of tea.
I hope you didn't misunderstand what I said about rap and heavy metal.
There is much that I like in today's music. I could create a list of all the
groups I like, but that would make somebody upset because I'm being too
verbose again. Who cares? I'm going to get attacked anyway. <sigh>
I don't think my tastes represent anything other than my tastes.
Some days I enjoy music that on other days gives me a headache.
I like everything by Roy Orbison.
I was invited on to his R.V. one evening after a concert he did in Austin.
Shook his hand. Took some photos. A memorable event. I know I met a saint.
Sade, Tone Loc, Clapton, Seal, Gato Barbieri, U2, Willie Nelson,
Mariah Carey, Santana, Peter Gabriel, Don Henley, Pink Floyd, The Temptations,
Michael Jackson, Jackson Browne, INXS, Sting, Anita Baker. P.M. Dawn, Basia,
The Nevilles, Linda Rondstadt, Enya, Billy Idol, The Fleetwoods, Barry White,
Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Ray, Bryan Ferry, Allman Brothers,
The Monkees, The Monks <Chant>, Irma Thomas, James Taylor, Carole King,
Cat Stevens, Chris Isaak, Lenny Kravitz, Maria Serpas, Aerosmith…
I like a lot of country and western, world beat, plenty of jazz,
and classical too.
My musical interests are not confined to any one particular type of music.
In the past, I've often joked, that I like all forms of music, except opera,
and I even like a few of those…. there's The Who's "Tommy",
and Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Jesus Christ Superstar"…
I've listened to one album more than any other this year: "Deep Forest."
It is THE perfect music for a reel containing animation.
Part of the sales proceeds go to saving the rain forests.
The music is derived from aboriginal pygmy rythms, music and chants.
When Bob B, came down to New Orleans, we were walking through a store that
contained products from all over the world. "Deep Forest" was playing.
I liked it and bought it. I actually bought it for Bob.
I think he preferred the Scorpion's "Rock Me Like A Hurricane" cause that's
what was buzzing through his head at the time.
Night before, he was hammering out "Strange Brew" on the drums.
This whole whirpool I'm caught up in is a strange brew. I love it.
Music communicates. In its lyrics we find affirmation and validation.
We can be educated and entertained. When the message conflicts with my
beliefs or the beat is not synchronous with mine, I just change channels.
Music can also be used as propaganda and programming.
I was very much aware of that in the sixties as I am today.
The point I was making about rap and heavy metal is that it:
"too often contains overt obscenity, mind-numbing noise
and lyrics that are impossible to discern…
It becomes impossible to know what you are
listening to and, by virtue of repeating the act, assenting to."
That particularly bothers me with respect to its influence on the children
of today. The "noise of the sixties" called for revolution and it spoke of
love and peace. The "noise of today" calls for anarchy and is rife with
hatred for fellow man and contempt for women.
There is a difference. I'm part of the difference.
Hurricane Kevin. -= A toothless bearded hag =-
P.S. I've added Quincy Jones to the list of people I would like to invite
to participate on the Board of Advisors for SyncroniCity.
k,
<<I hope you didn't misunderstand what I said about rap and heavy metal.>>
Nope. I didn't misunderstand. But you misspelled it again. The "C" is ALWAYS
written AND enunciated – CRAP
<<There is much that I like in today's music. I could create a list of all the
<<groups I like, but that would make somebody upset because I'm being too
<<verbose again. Who cares? I'm going to get attacked anyway. <sigh>
There, there, k. We've been shifted to a kinder and gentler place that welcomes
verbosity with big, fat, sweaty arms. Gimme more, big boy!
<<I like everything by Roy Orbison.
<<I was invited on to his R.V. one evening after a concert he did in Austin.
<<Shook his hand. Took some photos. A memorable event. I know I met a saint.
One of my lifelong favorites. Yes, he must be a saint.
<<When Bob B, came down to New Orleans>>
What's a Bob B?
<<The "noise of the sixties" called for revolution and it spoke of
<<love and peace. The "noise of today" calls for anarchy and is rife with
<<hatred for fellow man and contempt for women.>>
The "noise of the sixties, seventies, eighties, and now the nineties" calls for
joints, acid, cocaine, angel dust, crack, heroin, white lady, white horse,
smack, pcp, you name it. But I never payed much attention to the lyrics. If its
got a good bottom beat and a stunning guitar rif (Stairway to Heaven, Hotel
California, Locomotive Breath, etc), I generally like it. I don't buy tapes or
CD's, just listen to the FM.
…B. -= Sitting on the highway in a broken van =-
Thinking of youuuuu, again.
<<The "noise of the sixties, seventies, eighties, and now the nineties" calls
for joints, acid, cocaine, angel dust, crack, heroin, white lady, white horse,
smack, pcp, you name it.>>
But, you can't make such generalizations. Not all of the bands have subversive
lyrics that subconsciously hypnotize you to become a drug addict, and even if
they did I still wouldn't. Our current society tends to blame music for all the
young adolescent problems, which is a direct reflection on the older
generations inability to relate to the new issues facing the younger generation
of today.
There was the incident where a young guy killed himself after listening to
Black Sabbath, so the band was instantly blamed for this unfortunate occurence.
The fact is that the guy was already on the edge and was going to do it anyway,
he simply had the music going when he decided to do it.
In fact I was "into" some heavy metal music when I was younger Iron Maiden,
Metallica, etc, and at no point did I have yurnings to kill myself. The music
was, for me, a different form with more energy and volume. Not a new breed but
a stronger variation on the existing music. If you listen to some of
Metallica's lyrics you will find some fairly powerful messages. For instance
their song "The Unforgiven".
So I think everyone should stop blaming the music and look instead to the real
cause of young people's problems and that is self-esteem. Without work, without
education, without hope is a a very destructive situation that is only the
beginning in a long line of problems that finally leads to the violence and
suicide that often is the end product.
<<But I never payed much attention to the lyrics.>>
Then your seeing only half the picture.
David "Super bandwidth" Gould
d "?" g,
<<Then your seeing only half the picture.>>
Not at all. I'm only _hearing_ half the _noise_. I'm a bona fide
baby boomer. I went to the 2nd Atlanta International Pop Festival in
Byron, GA which drew an estimated 300,000 of the primest barking,
yelping, howling examples of the Haight Ashbury, free love generation
(of which I am one even now), so I'm quite familiar with the rock 'n
roll. I went to several Old Time Fiddler's Conventions all over the
U.S. including the grandaddy in Union, NC several times so I can also
claim intimate familiarity with stringed instruments played in unique
ways. I've seen too many rock 'n roll concerts for my own good, but I
got to see Janis Joplin wail something about "take another piece of
my heart now baby" live and up close, see Jimi Hendrix play the
national anthem on his upside down guitar at sunrise, see the premier
appearance of Grand Funk Rail Road in the dark, see Canned Heat in a
stuffy auditorium play to way too many encores, see a very petite
Stevie Nicks float around a stage as if suspended from wires, see the
original Allman Brothers Band play for free in the park in downtown
Atlanta several times, experience the Greatful Dead in a sold out
Tucson Stadium, see Alvin Lee and Ten Years After perform in a
warehouse in New Orleans, see The Who, Yes, the Rolling Stones, and
Jethro Tull perform in the Knoxville Civic Colliseum (at different
times, of course), see Jimmy Buffet at the Bull on Duval Street in
Key West, see Leslie West perform "Mississippi Queen" solo in a sweaty
little saloon in Alexandria, and watch the sparks fly off the fingers
of a 98 pound and pasty white Jimmy Page dressed in a red rose
embroidered white silk jump suit in a sold out Led Zepplin concert in
DC for $10.00 a ticket, just to name a few. I listened to _ALL_ of
that noise and heard it all. Maybe that's why I can only hear half
the noise now. Heck, I loved that noise. Most lyrics were easy to
understand except for Steely Dan which still puzzle me when I hear
one of their tunes. Now, I listen to whatever is on the FM radio.
When I get tired of hearing one brand, I tune to another. But I never
listen to crap. I always turn that off. And when I'm tired of
listening to the music, I listen to CNN or road noise. Bette Midler
can bring tears to my eyes as easily as Perelman's violin and Lee
Greenwood singing "God Bless the U.S.A. You know, Dave, after all
that, you're probly right. Maybe I am only seeing half the picture
these days. But I know what I like. …B.
Bruce, Bruce, BRUCE, BRRRUUUCCCEE!!
Great you can hear me. After all those concerts I'd thought you were stone
deaf.
<<Now, I listen to whatever is on the FM radio. When I get tired of hearing one
brand, I tune to another.>>
Yeh, I'm the same I listen to the radio for about a month then stop for another
month, then listen again. The reason why, is that during that month they are
going to play the same thing over and over again, so once I've heard it and got
sick of it I wait another month until some new stuff comes out.
<<I listen to CNN or road noise.>>
What's road noise?
<<You know, Dave, after all that, you're probly right. Maybe I am only seeing
half the picture these days. But I know what I like.>>
Go for it. Whatever takes your fancy. But while I must agree that the majority
of the music lyrics are cr*p you will find many pearls among the noise that
have deep sentiments and maybe teach you something. You'll know it when you
find it.
David "Cyclops with two-halves of an eye" Gould
>> What's Road Noise <<
A heavy metal punk band. <g>
John
<<A heavy metal punk band. <g>>>
HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
…B.
>> heavy metal punk band <<
> HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! <
You like that one do you? <g> I don't think David got it. <G>
Say are you interested in doing anything on this SCK2 project? I was wondering
if you'd be interested in a collaborative effort. I'm _still_ working on David,
he's out throwing snowballs, so it may take awhile, but maybe between the two
of us we could get his attention. 🙂
John
<<You like that one do you? <g> I don't think David got it.>>
Yeh, that one went flying over my head and hit the back wall.
<<I'm _still_ working on David, he's out throwing snowballs, so it may take
awhile, but maybe between the two of us we could get his attention.>>
OK, I've finished building the snowman and pelting the little old ladies with
snowballs. I'm back inside and have 3D Studio in neutral with the engine
running. You have got my attention so go for it!
David "Snowman with a carrot for a …" Gould
>> You have got my attention so go for it! <<
Well do want to do an elaborate stained glass lattice? You had another name for
it but it escape me at present. If you want you can put some kind of logo in
the center of it, to represent the CC-SC2K. BTW did you know there is a game by
the same name? pretty popular it seems. But it stands for Sim City 2000 not
Studio City.
John
Hello, …what's this?
I just woke up and found this message buried under a pile of my mindless
drivel…
<<>> heavy metal punk band <<
> HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! <
You like that one do you? <g> >>
Yes, I did like that one! Laughed right out loud here alone in my sanctum
sanctorum when I read that.
<<Say are you interested in doing anything on this SCK2 project? I was
wondering if you'd be interested in a collaborative effort.>>
Yeah, a nice _friendly_ ( with extry spayshul emphasis on the —>friendly<—
) collaborative effort sounds like fun, but I'm not sure of the amount of time
I'm going to be able to dedicate to any fun projects right now. I'll know more
in a few weeks, but for now, models for fun is all out of my control. The CC
thingy is interesting enough except for the identity problem you mentioned to
David…
<<BTW did you know there is a game by the same name? pretty popular it seems.
But it stands for Sim City 2000 not Studio City.>>
Sounds like its time for the "Name That City" contest. I don't think we want to
be confused with Sim City (although I admit, I've wasted a few hours "teaching"
my nieces and nephews how to play it). Yes, it is or was a very popular game.
Of course, the building could be constructed and the logo added later… Sure,
let's see what happens. Whadda got in mind for it so far? Gargoyles and
cherubs? Columns and parapets? Something easily unidentifyable?
My dongle eagerly awaits your next transmission, sire …B.
Hiya Bruce,
I was over on the gamer's forum and saw all these threads addressed to SCK2 and
I thought jeez this thing is really catching on. <G> What a riot! 🙂
All these maniacs doing Sim City mulations. Yeah I agree time for a name
change, even Studio World would be better just so it has its own identity.
>> Yeah, a nice _friendly_ ( with extry spayshul emaphasis on the
—>friendly<— ) collaborative effort sounds fun…. <<
Well there's no reason that it shouldn't be. This is the way I concieved of
it. Time is a limitation no doubt, so if you wanted to work on an entrance way
for instance, and I'm not suggesting you do, (just an example) then you'd work
on that, and we'd be talking about this and that as the project proceeds…
etc. That way everyone involved can make a contribution and have some fun, but
no big pressure thing to do a whole project etc. And having the time to work on
one element will assure a fairly decent result. Then I suppose a couple of us
could put the finishing details on it, and there you have it. If someone has to
bail out no big deal and the project could be passed on in times of high work
load to another member etc. to keep it rolling. That's the idea anyway…
So here's the thought, think of something you'd like to do related to the
Communications Center, maybe its a tower (read spire) or windows, Gargoyles,
Statuettes, lighting fixtures, etc. The theme is kind of Gotham city like,
Gothic and Deco but with futurist elements. Let your imagination run wild, and
there you have it… <BG> I'll leave it up to collective skills to make it
work. I figure that if each piece is well done in and of itself, we'll figure
out a way to combine the elements into an interesting structure. And no sweat
if its turns out a little wild, it should be fun and interesting. I don't
expect it to win any awards, except maybe for most outrageous. <G> Some people
might conclude what't the point then, and the only answer I have is just
because, just to do it.
And it will be a collective model, so everyone that contributes will have a
copy of what each other has created. That way more experimentation can generate
a variety of alternatives, and those elements that work best will be included
for the final model. And if someone wants to continue development on their own,
its no problem. I suspect however that it will be more fun to share one's
creative inspirations and as a result the project will take on a life of its
own. That's my hope.
Now what I thought was I would send you and David a basic wireframe skeletal
structure of the buildings basic form. Actually I could upload it into the
library so if anyone wanted to check it out and decided they wanted to
contribute, they'd have a starting place. Then we could determine if there were
any other elements which needed to be included.
What do you think? Workable, entertaining, fun even? <G>
John
d "&" g,
HUNH? Hit yer CAPS LOCK key so I can hear you!
<<What's road noise?>>
That's what I hear when I'm driving my van with the radio off.
<<But while I must agree that the majority of the music lyrics are cr*p you
will find many pearls among the noise that have deep sentiments and maybe teach
you something.>>
I feel the NEED to continue beating the snot outta this topic. Please bear with
me, and pay close attention this time.
I don't think the majority of the music lyrics are cr*p. What I said (wrote)
was, "But I never listen to crap. I always turn that off." In case you might've
missed it, (I've referred to it a few times recently), references to crap is
_ALWAYS_ misspelled and mispronounced. Crap is a form of expression that is
usually characterized by a redundant and tiresome beat, the sound of someone
spitting and blowing into a mic stuck to their lips, some assorted accompanying
instruments usually played badly, and all sorts of unintelligible syllables
shouted in loose rhythm by small groups people wearing real big clothes and
posturing in quite bizarre ways. No one pronounces our writes the first
character, the letter "C", of the "music" form to which this type of expression
has become associated. It's always silent or invisible for whatever reason, so
instead of being called "crap" it is called "rap," and instead of finding a
section in music stores labeled "Crap," the labels all read "Rap." Maybe I'll
take my campaign to the music stores. Or maybe I'll call 60 minutes. For sure
though, there ain't no "pearls among the noise that have deep sentiments and
maybe teach you something" lyrics in _that_ stuff! Ohhhhhhh, did that come out
sounding a bit opinionated? I better watch what I say. I wouldn't want to
offend any aspiring CRAP stars.
…B ":)". (…gotta remember to use plenty of them emoticons…)
McGlassOnion,
Music is the universal language.
It is a reflection of the soul. As such, it reveals much about the
condition of the person who enjoys a particular vein of music.
It is obvious that if rap music does not appeal to you, then it does not
speak to your soul or reflect your condition. Rap music does, however,
reveal truths about the people who perform it and the people who enjoy it.
It's roots are in class struggle.
As are the roots of jazz, blues, country & western, and rock and roll, etc.
Blues sprang forth out of depression over living and working conditions.
Rock and Roll was born out of rebellion.
Country and Western lyrics are rife with the mournful dirge.
While you may find much of rap music hard to digest, in my eyes, rap music
is born from the same conditions that allow slavery and war to continue
on this planet. It is the soul crying out. It demands response.
And as we respond we will find the harmony.
Yes, rap is filled with complaints and discord. Some rap songs are obviously
produced by clouded minds, confused by their conditions. This is nothing
new to music-making. Songs through the ages have advanced anarchy, chaos and
war as a solution. Fortunately, we have survived and love prevails.
Rap music is nothing more or less than fellow humans expressing themselves,
searching for solace. They're involved in a war on poverty… class struggle.
Some rap is inspiring, filled with revelry and joyful noise.
Though, I must admit, I can't stand the cars that go BOOM,
I, like you, have enjoyed cranking up the amps.
Baba O'Reily (sp?) from the Who was one of those songs that always got me
turning the knobs as far as they would go during the Viet Nam War.
Teenage Wasteland Oh yeah
Teenage Wasteland
They're all wasted.
War… What is it good for?
Well. It's produced some decent music, I guess.
… … … kevin
P.S. FWIW I have been paying close attention. Crap means to make a point.
You've made yours. I've made mine. Can we move on now?
k "defender of everything in an unholy universe" g,
<<You've made yours. I've made mine. Can we move on now?>>
Yes, let's, shall we?
>>heard it all…
Your brain is fried from too much fun if you forgot about escorting those
groupies to the Lynyrd Skynyrd thing.
JKJ (just back from Utah)
<<Your brain is fried from too much fun if you forgot about escorting those
groupies to the Lynyrd Skynyrd thing.>>
Ooooooooooooooops! Yer right! It's fried, and I guess I _did_ forget about that
Nashville road trip. Is that the time when we drove the van full of borderline
legal age, half-clothed nymphettes to the concert, then escorted them backstage
to meet the band afterward, and ended up driving back home alone? Gosh, JKJ,
how could I have possibly forgotten that?! ;-o
…B.
David,
>>> In fact I was "into" some heavy metal music when I was younger Iron Maiden,
Metallica, etc, <<<
That explains it! <BG>
Murph'
<<In fact I was "into" some heavy metal music when I was younger Iron Maiden,
Metallica, etc,
That explains it!>>
This is only a small reason why I am what I am today. As yet, I don't think
that I've had the priviledge of making your acquitance. This forum is full of
people with names from every country. We have Bruce McGlasson(scottish kelt
wearer) and now we have James Murphy, which no doubt comes from Ireland.
So are you a potato grower as well? Nothing personal since my grandma was a
Murphy, originating in Ireland. The land of green and guiness!
David "Four leaf clover with 34 faces 23 vertices" Gould
My Grandfather on my Fathers side was born in the ol' sod.<g>
He was a Surveyer.
My father was an Lawyer but passed away when I was quite young.
I became a major electronics nerd and computer/graphics enthuesist.
At age 11 I was re-wiring the fuseboxes in our house to provided more outlets
for my special effects triggers built in to just about every door window and
cupboard in our house.
I had more wires running through the walls/floors/basement and ceiling than the
local IBM Glass House facility.
We still think it had something to do with that funny light in the sky I used
to see quite regularly. <BG>
So Naturally…to quote a famous Autodesk official whom shall remain
annonomous…"I had to become a Dealer to support my Habit." <GR&D>
LaTER…
Murph'
<<I became a major electronics nerd and computer/graphics enthuesist. At age 11
I was re-wiring the fuseboxes in our house to provided more outlets for my
special effects triggers built in to just about every door window and cupboard
in our house.>>
Sounds like you made a charming little boy. I picture you giving a few
buzzer-handshakes to old people with pacemakers. So what were the special
effects you creating in the house? Open the cupboard and laser beams shot
across and the cereal box explodes?
<<We still think it had something to do with that funny light in the sky I used
to see quite regularly.>>
Sorry, you'll have to explaing that one?
<<to quote a famous Autodesk official whom shall remain annonomous…"I had to
become a Dealer to support my Habit.">>
So it is you who hides outside the gates of unversities and offers lollies to
the innocent computer graphics students, then gets them hooked on IPAS demos
until they become commited addicts after several Boolean subtractions. Once
hooked you lure them to your dealership where you sell them a copy of 3DS while
they are still delirious.
David "Freebasing on ones and zeros" Gould
David,
>> I picture you giving a few buzzer-handshakes to old people with pacemakers
<<
Your right on the money with that one….yes….I admit to owning one of
those…..But giving near-heart-attacks came much later when we started
driving. I do recall taking a Starter pistol that shoots only blanks pileing in
to my buddys familys blue ford Galaxy and staging a public "Hit" on Main Street
complete with fake blood and throwing our deceased freind in to the trunk while
speeding away down an alley…..
That bought us a little visit from the local "judicial organs" <BG>
>> So what were the special effects you creating in the house? <<
Nothing really special but rather neat for an 11 year old…I had the entire
house wired to a panel in the basement in my laboratory that let me know
whenever anyone opend or closed a Door, Window, or Cabinet.
Upon anyones entering or leaving a room I could manually trigger tape recorders
that were hidden under beds and in closets.
Electric motors that ran of DC power with pencils attached to them inside the
back of the cupboards alway was good for scream..<G>
the basic sick 11 year old stuff.
I once spent the better part of the night manually tieing together a giant
spiders web Contructed with Black spools of thread from my mothers and
grandmothers sewing kits that completly enclosed my brothers bed with an 11
inch clearance so he wouldn't hit it by turning over but when he tried to get
up he was trapped….that was a major scream! <BG>
That also got me my own room….Hmmmmmmm.
<<We still think it had something to do with that funny light in the sky I used
to see quite regularly.>>
Actually that's kind of an inside joke only it's really serious….
At age 11 on evening my freind and I were walking home talking about "Space"
Stuff and upon looking up into the Stars…were very excited to see a Satellite
tracking accross the night sky…
I ran home to get my mom outside to see it and by the time she got outside it
had passed on the horizon…however I thought I saw another one tracking just
above the tree line and had told my mom to look…Imagine our surprise when it
promptly made two 35 degree turns at right and left angles and sped off at
fantastic speed…we both looked at each other and I asked her what that
was..she said she didn't know.
A few years later I saw it again and this time I thought I knew what it
was….Don't Ask because I was a hell of a lot closer and there's no way
anything we currently fly could do that.
Must be swamp gas Hugh? <GR&D>
Well it's been great talking with you…
Did you say you were in Europe?
Murph'
<<But giving near-heart-attacks came much later when we started driving. I do
recall taking a Starter pistol that shoots only blanks pileing in to my buddys
familys blue ford Galaxy and staging a public "Hit" on Main Street complete
with fake blood and throwing our deceased freind in to the trunk while speeding
away down an alley.>>
I guess using 3D Studio is a logical progression from that. 😉
When I was younger I there was a house next to ours that had been vacant for
sometime. I'd thought that they were going to demolish it since they had
plastered signs of a new apartment block out the front. My other two friend and
myself couldn't resist the chance to demolish a house. So one day we headed
over there with bricks and hammers in hand. After smashing our way in and
wrecking a fairly good section of the house and feeling quite content we left.
A few days later the property owner came knocking on the door. We were busted.
As it turns out the house wasn't going to be demolished but relocated so my
father had to pay for the repairs to the place. Ooops!
<<Nothing really special but rather neat for an 11 year old…I had the entire
house wired to a panel in the basement in my laboratory that let me know
whenever anyone opend or closed a Door, Window, or Cabinet. Upon anyones
entering or leaving a room I could manually trigger tape recorders that were
hidden under beds and in closets.>>
So you were the smaller version of big brother. What did you do with the tapes?
<<the basic sick 11 year old stuff.>>
Have you since sought treatment for your condition?
<<I once spent the better part of the night manually tieing together a giant
spiders web Contructed with Black spools of thread from my mothers and
grandmothers sewing kits that completly enclosed my brothers bed with an 11
inch clearance so he wouldn't hit it by turning over but when he tried to get
up he was trapped….that was a major scream!>>
So you are Mr Practical Joker. I'd hate to be one of your work colleagues. I
wouldn't know when a carefully placed woopy cushion could come my way. 😉
<<At age 11 on evening my freind and I were walking home talking about "Space"
Stuff and upon looking up into the Stars.>>
It seems the age 11 was a big year for you. 😉
<<Imagine our surprise when it promptly made two 35 degree turns at right and
left angles and sped off at fantastic speed…we both looked at each other and
I asked her what that was..she said she didn't know.>>
Those fireflys were a real problem around your place 😉
<<A few years later I saw it again and this time I thought I knew what it
was….Don't Ask because I was a hell of a lot closer and there's no way
anything we currently fly could do that.>>
Have you been writing for the X Files?
<<Did you say you were in Europe?>>
Smack bang in the middle of Paris France. From which neighbourhood do you
spring from?
David "Green blooded" Gould
We are a 3D Studio Dealership located in Green Bay, Wisconsin.<g>
Murph'