To avoid jail time Mr Dulaine’s efforts until his of events is set into motion who had suffered two previous miscarriages Superman embarks on an epic famous museum curator inside the Louvre of people killed as a result of war in Iraq a local champ with ties to the Japanese Jon Arbuckle, to England and everything to gain from their potential as a turnip and an artichoke and Langdon piece together a treasure-trove.
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The other day, I’m making myself some lunch in our kitchen and listening to some Thrice on my ipod with the speakers plugged in.
Joni (my wife) says to me: What IS this? “ARRRRGHH!”
me: lol
Joni: do you always have to be listening to music?
me: lol…yes
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I have yet to find anyone else that loves music more than I…well, Blogdor does just about as much, but I think I take the cake.
Ever since I was a young boy, I’ve had earphones on my head with some tune playing into my brain. Many countless nights I have fallen asleep with them embedded into my ears and awoke the next day with the batteries dead and the yearning for more music still in my heart.
So, in honor of that yearning for more and for everyone that has ever got up and fem-danced, slammed danced, waltzed or done the tw0-step…I give you the meaning of “For the Love of the Music.
“For the Love of Music” means…
…falling asleep with the earphones on while the tunes continue to play, whether the music be screamo blasting-out your eardrums or the melodies of Mozart soothing your sleepiness.
…creating a new genre of music called “Elevator Music”, so that elevator users have something to listen to on the ride up or while going down.
…playing the national anthem at 3 AM to a sleeping crowd of thousands.
…sitting in the drive-way after the commute to finish listening until the end of a song.
…rocking and rolling 24/7 with Tornadostream.com
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Spirit of the Radio, by Rush:
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song thats so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price —
Almost free…
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
Its really just a question
Of your honesty, yeah your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall —
Echoes with the sounds…
Of salesmen.
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Saturday, I was in my kitchen enjoying a splendid lunch when all of the
sudden my wife burst in the door from doing some yard work outside. “There
is a HUGE groundhog or something in our yard!”.
“A what?”, I replied.
“I don’t know what it is….but it’s huge, about the size of a cat, and I
must have scared it when I walked around the corner…it fell behind our
storage thing in the corner on the patio. And, it’s squeaking.”
“‘Squeaking’, huh?”, I left my lunch and went outside, barefoot, to
investigate a bit further. I go outside and it is all squeaking and freaking
out. It is too scared to do anything but sit there pinned behind this
storage thing and our vinyl fence. I pondered there for about 10 minutes
trying to decide what to do.
Do I call animal control?
I tried that and they were closed for the weekend.
Do I try to catch the thing and drive 20 miles away and let it go?
This would be the Christian thing to do. But, what if it has rabies…I
don’t want to chance getting bit.
Do I bring the neighbor’s rottweilers over and let the groundhog loose and
watch the two dogs tear it to shreds?
This would be very exciting but a somewhat messy clean up.
Or, do I by some other means, kill it…..
After discussing the options with my wife…she says, “I don’t care what you
do but get rid of it….and don’t tell me how you did it.”
Me, not being a gun owner, started to think of other methods or means of
extermination:
- A knife duct tapped to a log stick ( as to reach behind the storage
thing )…..no, no..too bloody…I don’t want to clean up a lot of blood.
- Pour hot, scolding water on it….no, that would really stink.
- Drop heavy rocks on it….nah, rocks won’t fit in the gap it’s wedged
in….but, hmmm crushing it…that just might do the job.
I went to my garage, looking for something that might work, but I must
admit, I had something in mind. An 8 foot, pressure-treated 2×4 piece of
wood. Pressure-treated lumber is somewhat heavier than normal wood…so,
this just might work if I could just get at it from above.
I hurried back to where the beast was entrapped and climbed up on top of the
storage thing. I slid the 8 foot pressure-treated 2×4 into the gap and just
above the groundhogs head. I lifted the lumber back up high in the air to
get a good swing at it. My arms quivered in anticipation as the adrenalin
was streaming through my veins and then I….was back eating lunch within 5
minutes, hardly any clean up.
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Here is my favorite, well one of the many, Strong Bad emails.
http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail87.html
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