Speaking of which--has anyone heard from Lammie or Doc since the move?

Six!

I said mighty squid, not giant squid. You likened yourself to the elusive giant squid [for reasons which remain mysterious (perhaps with the deliberate, implicit intention of enhancing the linkeness)].











When I was a girl, I had a crush on Spock. Not Leonard Nimoy, just Spock.

I'm seeing you in a whole new light now, Peeps.

I can't help myself.

It still does.

.... but credit ain't so bad either.

DG

He's mine, I tell you, all...

[Thud!]

Ah -- feeling much better now.

The trouble is that, with all these diversions, I doubt anyone clicked on the link I provided.

Going back on topic for just a sec:

"Happy Birthday"

Now back to your regularly scheduled thread-jack.

Finally wore you down.

God damn Bog Jumpers.

Yeah -- sad, isn't it?

I think they should make a song about bog jumping.

this is a fun one that bog-jumping children sing.

you have to go faster as you sing it.

i can only get to about the second verse when i'm drunk.


The Rattlin' Bog

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Now in that bog there was a tree,
A rare tree and a rattlin' tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that tree there was a branch,
A rare branch and a rattlin' branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that branch there was a limb,
A rare limb and a rattlin' limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that limb there was a nest,
A rare nest and a rattlin' nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Now in that nest there was a bird,
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that bird there was a feather,
A rare feather and a rattlin' feather,
And the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

Now on that feather there was a bug,
A rare bug and a rattlin' bug,
And the bug on the feather,
And the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the limb,
And the limb on the branch,
And the branch on the tree,
And the tree in the bog,
And the bog down in the valley-o.

Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog,
The bog down in the valley-o.

That would make a grate new siggy.

i fingered you'd do that.

The Bogs of Shanaveever

My young life has passed, which makes me feel dreary
When in exile I'm cast on the wilds of the prairie.
There to hunt the Buffalo, the panther and the beaver
But my thoughts wander back to the Bogs of Shanaheever.


Tommy, Andy and Eoin in my absence make ready.
By the early morning moon get the dogs out and ready.
And make no delay, but be fast and clever very clever.
And wee'l have a fine day's coursing, on the Bogs of Shanaheever.


In London for years, Ryan spoke of Susannah
And young Willie Ayer, he would boast of Diana
But the truth to you I'll tell , there is none of them I'd favour
I'd give Victor the sway, on the Bogs of Shanaheever.


From the shores of Lough Annagh to the plains of Benbricken
And beneath the red sun, my poor heart was ticking
Went to make for Letterdean, but the boys they did'nt favour
So we crossed by the hill to the Bogs of Shanaheever.


The course it was rough, but those dogs they were strong winded
And of each silvery hound, oh the hunting it was splendid.
Those 2-year old dogs were both knacky good and clever.
They ran over the bog, to their death in Shanaheever.


The day that Victor died, my coursing days were over.
I sat down and cried, like a heartbroken lover.
I laid Victor in his grave and I left him there forever.
Paid my passage to New York, from the Bogs of Shanaheever.


Oh Ireland, my love, I will think of you forever.
There is no place on Earth, I would like with such great fervour.
And when She is free, I'll come back again to see Her
And I'll spend my days a-coursing on the Bogs of Shanaheever

They're flying today to India from New York.

They sure do get around.

Gee, Six......I wonder which one you are???

(yeah, I know - PTFA!!!)

In reference to the trekkies kissing chicks thing.

The two whose entries are autobiographical.

No prizes for guessing the first one. No prizes for guessing the runner-up either, given my irate reactions to Jack's bagpipe loathing.

I'll also add that I never kissed "chicks", and only barely could have been described to kiss "girls".

Women, on the other hand,...

[Yes, the plural is entirely appropriate, despite the rumours.]

me---> <---you

Sixer - I have no idea why, but your post made me laugh 'til I cried.....

(I'm having a bad 'bot day)

Sixers... thanks for the link to No Mans Land.

That's nice.

WWI is a period of great interest to me.

One of my biggest adventures (yet to complete... or start for that matter) is to travel the line that was the Western Front.

Many years ago I used to belong to Cross & Cockade (Society of WWI Aero Historians) an acquaintance did the Western front, and locations like where Von Richtofen was shot down, and a few places where some of the famous Aces fell.

It was fascinating to see photos of the places he visited.

And to make it tune related, I have a bunch of original WWI music on 78's, and a few Edison cylinders, surprisingly the records are fairly cheap to obtain.

Yeah, 1900 we all know about your awesome wax collection.

You know, to this day I still look for that cylinder of (La Fee Verte?) for you whenever I run across wax cylinders...

If I can ever recover the sound file off my old computer, I have someone that can make me a couple of wax replicas.

I have to visit the hard leg, hardcore, record collectors club again someday, to scare up an original. (Those guys are a lot like Seymore in Ghost World)

I've done it, and it's quite an experience. It's pleasant to drive or bike around in the landscape, too.

You'll never look at war images in quite the same way, though. Even if you're not exactly pro-war.

The Ypres salient and the Verdun area have to be the most impressive (though you won't be able to visit Verdun during a total solar eclipse; I was there in August 1999).

If you start at Ypres, don't forget to visit the German cemetery at Langemark. If you can't find it, give me a ring and I'll drive you there, and then we'll have a beer at the Sint-Sixtus abbey in Westvleteren.

And if you end up at the Southern end, I'd recommend you to visit the Champagne region as well (and buy a couple of bottles).

I have a case of wax cylinders that I found in an old mining co. attic,
is it expensive to have them re- recorded on disc?
A couple of them have been chewed on by mice.

I can't think of any truely sad songs. The ones that get me teary do so because they're more beautiful than sad.
The soundtrack to "28 Days Later" (the zombie flick not the Sandra Bullock flick) has vocalist Perri Alleyne singing, "Abide With Me"
Also, Enya singing, "Silent Night" and of course the bagpipe version of, "Amazing Grace."

how sweet the sound.

Sorry,

I forgot you perfer anal pipes.

You've gotta be heartless to not like bagpipes.

asspipe is more fun to say

true.

...or not be hearing impaired.

you're just angry because most bagpipe music was written to the tune of "Kill the English"

Didn't work, did it.

So, you listened to "Green Fields of France" and said "so what, they'd be dead by now anyway"?

Truly amazing.

kinda.....

it still annoys you to this day.


so it still has a good purpose.

[quote=Kirk,Sep 15 2004, 09:45 AM] [/QUOTE]
I have a case of wax cylinders that I found in an old mining co. attic,
is it expensive to have them re- recorded on disc?
A couple of them have been chewed on by mice. [/quote]
Kirk,
If the wax cylinders are not covered in mold from improper storage, they can be recorded to disc just like any other record.

Are they black or brown wax?

Some wax cylinders can still be played if damaged, it would depend on how bad the damage is.

There is a guy on the Web that will do it for free to archive the music, I'll have to find his address.

i would melt them down and make pretty candles.

I think they are brown but I'll have to dig them out and look.

I figured it was old mining business but who knows , could be hillbillie music.
they're real old is all I know.

I can't think of any truly sad songs... That I've ever heard.

It's foolish to assume that there is anyone in the world who has heard every song that's ever been made. Let alone, if the person did exist, for that person to still have enought free time from listening to song lyrics to post their bullshit opinions on the interweb.

Damn! There I go, being foolish in assuming that this could go without saying.

If you don't cringe whenever you hear the sound of ten bloody fingernails being forced down a chalk board, while 3 male cats in a fire pit are clawing each other to death - then who cares about your musical opinions.

Brown wax cylinders are quite rare, and are the first generation of commercial recorded music.
Unfortunately the brown wax is far more susceptible to mold damage.

Edison & others also sold blank cylinders, which could be used on most machines, with the addition of a recording reproducer.

Even if they are mining business, someone at http://www.arsc-audio.org/ would be interested in preserving them.

Post a photo of one with it's box, and I may be able to tell more you about it.

yoko ono's producer?

If these firepit cats are killing each other in the green fields of France someone may care.

Now there's a visual that's truly amazing.