Jazzmoose

I already tried; the spouses don't fall for it, Tony...

I've been turned on to some interesting new music by sneaking in and reading the Funny Rat thread, but Duos for Doris by Rowe and Tilbury was not one of them. Hey, minimalism can be interesting, but Glass already did the "take it to an absurd level" schtick...

So, was Black Oak Arkansas the poor mans Grand Funk, or was it the other way around? I mean, you'd have to be poor either way...

Same here! After seeing some asinine "news" article concerning who you'd rather barbecue with, Kerry or Bush, I just assumed...

Does the DVD have any extras? Ahem...let's walk over to the movie shelf and see... Audio commentary by director Robert Wise and Nicolas Meyer. 70 minute documentary about the making of the movie. A newsreel from 1951 (about the movie? Damned if I remember...) More stuff, but the commentary and the doc. are the main items.

Hey, if it didn't work, companies wouldn't spend the money they do on advertising. Studies have shown (and forgive me, I don't have the links at hand) that even educated people who think they are on guard are affected by advertising.

Has there been a thread on Rush? No, until now we've thankfully been spared that...

Hmmph. Water crickets as opposed to sea roaches...I dunno....

As much as I enjoy lobster, I have never seen a good looking one. Jeez, they look like giant sea roaches, for crying out loud...

I broke my self-imposed music boycott breifly to pick up Duke's Anatomy of a Murder, but surely no one will hold that against me...

That's what I thought, but then if you put them on the flat surface of your glasses ( a logical place for them to stick, right?) I'm told that driving is then not recommended...I'm telling ya, this modern world...

See? I didn't start doing that shit until my twenties...

Just remember, folks, no matter how convincing he may sound, Dr. J is not a bona fide personoligist! Don't be taken in!!

They think it means "I read it in a book somewhere"...

Ouch! My ribs!! I think I pulled something...

Actually, the original "fluegulhorn", named of course after the sea gulls that continually flue, er I mean flew around the chimneys of local factories, produced a rather monotonous single tone, that although had it's place in the works of some composers of the flimflam school, was rather disdained by both mainstream composers and their cleaning women. Much preferred was the more popular fluegalbratz, which took on the tone of the gull as it actually flew down the chimney and scorched it's feathers, rendering it unable to fly back out. This of course led to the development of the burntgulhorn, and later the burnt weenie sandwhich. At this point, it must be noted that anyone who has actually read this far into the post is undoubtedly either 1) insane and in need of serious help, or 2) at work and reading on the boss's dime. In either event, there is really nothing of merit or value in this post and you should really stop and go read something else.

What happened to the goat?

Talk about confession time... Tom, if I could just snap my fingers, I'd be so happy I wouldn't care! I always felt this was some huge personal defect...

I'm too darned lazy to search through this whole thread and see if restaurants are discussed, but just in case... There is a new franchise (at least out here) called the RIB CRIB. Do not under *ANY* circumstances enter this foul stench of a restaurant, unless you are under some sick compulsion to discover how NOT to barbecue meat. The wife wanted to check it out to compare it to our normal barbecue destination (Armadillo Willy's; it ain't home made, but it ain't bad, you know?) so we went. Pure shit. I'd say they should be exterminated for abuse of good meat, but as they used shitty meat, they escape on a technicality. The beans were a cross between chili style beans and baked beans (make up your friggin' mind!), fries and onion rings appeared to come from the frozen food section at the local Safeway...in general, it was one of the worst dining experiences of my adult life. Just thought you oughta know...

You know, everyone thought that was a good thing, as did I until I got to college, had no idea how to study, and flunked out the first go 'round...

Well, it could certainly cause a problem when Junior Samples is next in line at the library and starts posting with your account...

Where do you vote for the goat?

Well, Diz said some disparaging things about Louis as well at one time in history...surely we've all said things we later regretted? Live and let live, peace to all. Let's just chill... Of course, if Cosby still believes that, screw the son of a bitch!

"Mark could accomplish anything if he would just learn to apply himself." -from numerous report cards... Let's see...like Catesta, I was a definite smartass/class clown character, but was also student council president (the guy I ran against thought he had it in the bag, but for some reason didn't understand the the African-American students got to vote, too...). I was a scholarly nerd in the sense that I was on the debate team, didn't do drugs or drink and got A's in class, but I never studied and dressed like the druggies. I spent most of my class time creating "underground comics" that were passed around the school. While everyone else was listening to top 40, I was the president and sole member of the school's Mott the Hoople fan club. My proudest achievement was starting the March of Dorks charity drive. Everyone knew me, and no one knew me (but that's pretty much every teenager, isn't it?). I didn't fit into any of the cliques, but flitted from one to the other fairly well, although I never got along with the jocks, even though I actually lettered. (Okay, it was in tennis; I get their point...) Reading this, it sounds like high school was a bunch of fun. I despised it. You couldn't pay me to be a teenager again; life has been so much better since I left that hell hole behind. The best time of day for me was when I got to go home to my books and records. When I hear someone telling their kid that they should enjoy it, because "high school is the best years of your life", I can't help but think "what a complete and total loser..." Bitter? Who, me?

Nothing much to add, just that I think Ed Swinnich and Jim Sangrey nailed the subject squarely in their posts (what else is new, eh?). Speaking as someone who actually takes medication that some would consider a "scam", or at least overprescribed (antidepressants), I'd add that sometimes medication really is called for. Just keep that in mind. But at that age? Wow... Good luck, Jeff!