J0nny Ling0

That there photograph is the photo for the cover of the book "The Over Population Of China" by Wee Fukum Yung

Hi Mrs Medic! Nice to see you here! And to you Mr. Medic, when do you get to come home? Are you there on a deployment? Is it like you have ex amount of days to go and then it is all over? Or, is it a year round job and you only come home once in awhile? Are you a doctor, or an Army medic? Always have been curious. Mrs. Medic, seems like you two have a fine marriage. Way to go.....

Oh, sure DMiller. I forgot about that aspect of the Empire... Body of resident found in channel Officials do not suspect foul play By ERIC MORRISON JUNEAU EMPIRE Harry Brensdal The body of longtime Juneau resident Harry Brensdal, 75, was discovered Tuesday morning on the tidal flats near the Douglas Island Pink and Chum hatchery. Print This E-Mail This Send editor a comment Sound off on the important issues at A hatchery employee found the body at the high tide line on the east side of Gastineau Channel shortly before 8 a.m., Capt. Jerry Nankervis of the Juneau Police Department said. He said investigators are not sure how long the body was in the water or how it came to rest on the beach about 100 feet south of the hatchery. "We have nothing to indicate at this time that foul play is involved," Nankervis said. The State Medical Examiner's Office has agreed to do an autopsy and the results will not be known for a couple of weeks, Nankervis said. A toxicology test also has been requested. "We're hoping to find out what the cause of death is," he said. "That's what our primary cause is." Brensdal appeared to have received a blow to the forehead, Nankervis said. He said Brensdal was not reported missing before the discovery of his body Tuesday morning. Hatchery Manager Steve Schick was surveying for salmon in the water near DIPAC Tuesday morning when he said he saw what appeared to be a mannequin on the rocks. "When I got closer, I saw it was a person," Schick said. "I just knew that something wasn't right. I knew that the person was dead. I knew a live person wouldn't be laying like that." Schick said he called his boss to alert authorities while he stayed in the vicinity to help police officers locate the body. "I was in a little bit of shock for a while," he said. "It's not something you see everyday. It's not something you want to see everyday." The body appeared to have washed up on the rocks during the evening's 16-foot high tide, Sgt. Dave Campbell said. Investigators are not sure where, when or how Brensdal got into the water, Nankervis said. Brian Wallace / Juneau Empire Investigating the cause of death: Law-enforcement officials investigate the scene Tuesday where the body of Juneau resident Harry Brensdal, 75, was discovered on the tidal flats near Douglas Island Pink and Chum hatchery. Brensdal's wife, Johanna Brensdal, said the couple would have celebrated their 29th wedding anniversary on Sunday. She said he was a retired commercial fisherman who liked to watch baseball and was a fan of the Chicago Cubs, Atlanta Braves and San Diego Padres. "We traveled quite a bit and took in baseball games when we could," she said. "I used to tease him about not being a very die-hard Cubs fan." Family members said Brensdal was a great cook and a compassionate man who loved his three children, five grandchildren and two cats. "I really remember him as being a person who cared for his family," brother-in-law Cy Peck Jr. said. Peck said he last saw Brensdal over the weekend. "He seemed to be in a happy mood," he said. "His demeanor was pretty good." Peck said the family is trying to figure out where Brensdal was last seen or by whom. "He was pretty well-known in Juneau," Peck said. "He could be anywhere and feel comfortable wherever he was. It wasn't unusual to see him when I did see him downtown the other day." Nankervis said the investigation is ongoing and anyone who may have seen Brensdal in the last couple of days is urged to contact police. Brensdal was an Alaskan Native approximately five-foot-four who weighed about 200 pounds. He was found wearing gray Velcro tennis shoes, blue denim jeans and a blue hooded pullover.

Yeah, it's good that he was found. It is now speculated that he simply fell in the drink somewhere and drowned, and washed up on the rocks next to where I work. And, as you said, at least he was found, as opposed to just plain disappeared without a trace. Turns out he was a really fine Indian man, an Elder in the local Tlingit Tribe, and one whom many loved. I saw a picture of him when he was alive, and he was a nice looking man. And so, I am glad that I chose not to get too close of a look. Death is so ugly... Here is a more recent article http://www.juneauempire.com/stories/082306...060823015.shtml And so. Good bye Harry Brensdal. Rest in peace....

Yesterday, our boss told us to go and check the beach for "dead ones" meaning dead salmon. Litttle did he know. He wanted to know if there was a lot or only a few dead salmon littering the rocks and beach in that this is what salmon do after they spawn. And if there was a whole lot, we were to pitch them back into the creek so that they could wash back into the sea. But instead of just fish, we found a dead man's body lying face down on the rocks. He was seventy six. It was really weird and sad too. But at least he lived a long enough life. At least we didn't find a 26 year old man or something. And so, that surely shook our day at the old salmon hatchery! :( http://www.juneauempire.com/

And, "unleashed a monster?" Yeah, you got that one right, ol Big Ed is a true monster! At least so sez Mrs. Lingo....

And now that I think of it, I just LOVE "laying carpet", ya know what I mean?.....

Duhhh.... And hey! I mentioned this term to my wife, and she said; "Well yeah, carpet. Common term. Haven't you heard of lesbian chicks being called "carpet munchers"? And so, my enlightenment continues. Thanks gang, what would I do without ya?

You mean, we are actually talking about pubic hair? Oh man, did I REALLY miss that one! Carpet? I didn't know that prussy hair was called "carpet"! Oh where oh where have I been? Alaska I guess....Not that Alaskans have never heard of the term, but, I hadn't.....I guess I'm not as much of a bad boy as I thought.... :( :)

I guess throughout all of those trials, his erections were......"sustained?" :blink:

I have this to say. There was nothing of the sort that you have questioned. Nothing at all. No secrecy at all. It was all a very pure invitation. I do not say this to divert attention away from some of the evil involved in The Way, but I say it because it is was it WAS when it happened to me.. I just wanted to serve God, as ExCath mentioned, and it seemed to be the thing for me to do at that time...I only wish I had known the future at that time. But then again, I felt highly honored, because I knew that the reason my ordination came up was because the people in my area loved me so. At that time I was newly married and with child (our first-Tialani), and the folksd in our area loved us and we them.... And so, I said "yes" to LCM's invitation. I remember that I cried when I showed the letter to my new wife. My same wife Shannon after 23 years and four Children. But, that is just MY story. Others may have a story that is different.....

I got ordinated. I just got a letter from LCM, inviting me to become ordained. I accepted. I was honoured, in total disbelief, and couldn't believe that it had happened to me. The tent almost caved in that night. I knew of no politics leading up to my "appointment". I was a simple "Twig Area Leader", and the people in my area loved me and we had a very very fun fellowship in Kenai, Alska. It all seemed very pure to me.....

I am SO sorry, But why was the "Tonto" thing so funny? I just flat out don't get it? My Strange Friend Tom, help me out here....

If he did it, and he says that he did, then he should be killed in the exact same way he snuffed out that little girl's life

Yeah Tom, I remember the "twin lead" guitars. In fact, when I saw them ion Baltimore, I remember that one of those guitars was one of those "flying V" shaped deals. I am sure that one of the good folks here know what you are really supposed to call that shape of a guitar. I wonder what kind it was?

You know, I really liked that "12 Dreams" album. A friend of mine who moved out from the city (DC) to the "burbs" where I lived turned me onto that band Spirit. We used to get stoned and laugh hilariously to the song Animal Zoo. "Much too fat and a little too long! Much too fat and a little too long!" My DC friend John "Guacamole" Murray seemed to be hooked into all kinds of music that I was not aware of. He was pretty hip on a lot of stuff. He turned me on to another band called "Wishbone Ash" also, and we went and saw them in Baltimore one time. But, the song "Nature's Way" by Spirit seemed to really get me to thinking about the "plight of Mankind". And later, when I worked on ships crossing the Atlantic, I was deeply disturbed about having to dump raw crude oil into the Ocean as part of my daily duties. At first I refused to do it until they told me that I would be kicked off the ship when we got to Spain if I didn't do my duty. But I thought of that song "Nature's Way" as I dumped raw crude into the sea, hoping that there was a pardon for me. It's Nature's way of telling you, something's wroooong....It's Nature's Way it's Nature's Way......"

Yeah, but he won't be able to see his treatment, because he'll be looking the other way!!!

And OBVIOUSLY I had not read the posts preceeding the posts that I put down, because you all were already discussing "Spirit". Sorry bout that..... JL

Nature's Way was a song done by a band called "Spirit" The album was called "The Twelve Dreams Of Dr. Sardonicas". It took me back (just now) to my LSD days, and made me laugh to hear it. There was another somg on that album called "The Animal Zoo" which was pretty funny with the "hook line being "much too fat and a little too long". That was a nice blast form the past Socks. Thanks bruthah! And hey. I now hava CD of some tunes I did. I'd like to post them here but I am technologically challenged. If you would send me your snail mail address once again, I will mail you a copy, and you could post that song here. And, I swear to you, I'll follow through. You can e-mail me at nyetribe@gci.net

Hey Now. I just listened to Socks's "How Long", and, it was most excellent! And man could I play the harps to that tune! I will get 'em out and figure what key you are in Socks and give it a go. Oh man oh man, to be able to play with talent like you Socks would be such a treat. We do have some of that here in Juneau, but, with the Family and all, and work, and most "music things" happening at night and in bars, I just can't "get there" these days. but I surely do love to play music like that tune of yourn....

Ya know Dooj, I have an awesome idea for a children's book. And I would need an illustrator for that. I have kept this story under wraps for the longest time for fear that someone would steal my idea as a matter of fact.

Weird! When I was at this boot camp style maritime training school, it was a Children Of God Guy who first told me what he knew of Jesus Christ. And, it was pretty mainstream, but his enthusiasm was infectuous, and I believe that he may have gotten me born again. He was sincere, kind, and an amazing person. Later, I realized that the group' practices were way skewed, but I have always believed that God worked in that guy at that time. I will always be thankfull for Bob Ober from Seattle. But later, after I had graduated and been to sea for a year and was back on the beach, I went out to San Francisco to ship out to the far east. My two buddies and I had about three grand apiece (this was in '74), and we lived high on the hog in a nice hotel on Turk Street, and ate good food at restaurants and partied every night. During the day, we hung out at the Seafarers International Union shipping hall on Mission Street. I was seventeen, and we had ourselves some times. But then one night, we met these three girls who were very pretty, dressed sexy, and who had invited us to a "feast" with "The Children Of God". Well, at the time, I had this burgeoning hunger to know God, and so I was interested. But my two buddies on the other hand were only interested in our other avocation, which was that of always trying to get laid. They didn't want to go to any "God meeting" as they called it. But, I was bugging them about going, but to no avail. Then, the next night, we met those gals again, and this time they had some tract pamphlets. And one of them, on the front page had a similar illustration of a nearly naked couple embracing in the act of sex (similar to the one on the link one of you provided), and the title of the tract was "The Love Of God". Upon asking the girls about the love of God and sex, they launched into this whole explanation about how and why sex actually is the love of God. And at that point, my two buddies became extremely interested in going to the feast that upcoming weekend. And they told them that we would be there. And so, they went on their merry way, witnessing I suppose. But later after we got back to our hotel room with two quarts of Colt 45 Malt Liquor apiece and a fifth of tequila (nice combo huh? yuk!) and commenced to get drunk, we got into this argument about the Children Of God girls. They wanted to go to the feast so they could get laid, but I disagreed saying that it just had to be wrong in the eyes of God. And to that one of them said something like; "Oh hell we don't care about what's right in God's eyes! We just want some p u ss y!" Well at that point, I shoved one of them and told him never to talk like that about God, and he shoved me back, and then we got into a huge fight that lasted for about fifteen minutes and we broke every bedside table, both beds, the lamps, every thing. The place was in absolute shambles before we finally ran out of breath and stopped. And we were cut and bruised and black eyed and everything that comes with a good brawl. For some reason, we never heard from the manager, and so, we ended up drinking the rest of the booze and then went out and cruised the red light district. The Tenderloin I think it was called. :blink: But I'll always remember that that big fight started over those girls trying to tempt us with their booty to get us involved in the Children Of God, and how at the time, I felt like I was "sticking up for God" by challenging my friends for mocking God. And, my buddies never did go to the feast! Haha! And I also remember feeling bad that my friend Bob Ober (who all three of us knew) was hooked up with that group that I then knew was something other than right on. It was tough to listen to my two buddies saying; "Haha! No wonder old Bob Ober was involved in that group! He was there for the sex!" Those were also some of the things said before we had that big fight. And, we moved out of that hotel the next morning, and got a cheaper one. Turns out we somehow blew all of our money in about two months, and I really have no idea where it went....

Thanks Cool Chef. I really do appreciate that. Send Lobster! :)

Good idea, and good point my Strange Friend Tom...

Okay. This one is a total satire, because one of my shipmates was pretending to be sick with a "swollen foot", and got off the ship early (or at least out of work) complaining of a "spider bite" that may have been a brown recluse. Now, the bite wasn't from a Brown Recluse or a Fiddleback Spider, because if it was, he would have had some major epidermal damage, which he never experienced. The second half of this story was inspired by the fact that I actually hid a rubber snake under a plate in the ship's galley of the Kennicott, which in turn scared the living crap out of poor Brenda McCluggage, the breakfast cook. The Kennicott is the 386 foot Alaska State ferry that I used to work on. I was on her maiden voyage and then worked her for three years more. http://www.pbase.com/kstapleton/image/44466243 "M/V" stands for "motor vessel". There is lots of silly "author's license in this one making it a major hit on the Kennicott because it named so many of our different shipmates, who become like family after so much time aboard, week after week after after week. And so, I hope that you do in fact....Enjoy! FIDDLEBACKS IN THE FIDDLEY, GABOONS IN THE GALLEY, OR…. WHICH WAY TO THE GANGWAY?! Thomas J. Wallender of Juneau, AK. had no idea things would turn out the way they did when he went to work last Friday. While working up in the fiddley (upper reaches of the engine room where the exhaust and steam pipes go up to the stack) of the M/V Kennicott, Thomas Wallender was bitten by a vicious Brown Recluse, or, as they are known down South, the deadly Fiddleback Spider. The Fiddleback gained it’s unique name because of the extraordinarily clear outline of a Stradivarious Violin on top of it’s back. I have captured a couple of them down in Oklahoma, and I am here to tell you that nature’s artwork in this case is quite amazing with it’s ironic twist of the macabre. For obvious reasons, it has also been known as the “Violin Spider”. Although a benign looking little fellow, the Brown Recluse is responsible for many deaths as well as horrible bite scars in the U.S. of A. According to many in the Penguin Department (Steward’s Department), Wallender felt a sharp pain in his left foot when he was reaching for the next rung on the ladder as he was moving up to check the level in the waste heat boilers. When he got to the next catwalk, he quickly pulled off his shoe and could see that a vicious and deadly Fiddleback had its’ ¼ inch fangs buried deeply into his foot. Apparently the vicious little bastard had bitten him right through the material of his sock! Imagine that, right through the material! Apparently these mad Fiddlebacks are completely out of control! Immediately upon seeing the little horror “glombing on” to his foot, Wallender, beside himself with terror and consumed with a rage to kill the little son of a bitch, grabbed the 12 in Crescent wrench out of his back pocket and swinging wildly, began to beat the living .... out of the spider and his foot! As the spider was dead with the first whack, Tom’s crazed smashing of the now brown goo of what once was the spider’s body, managed to infuse all of the spider’s venom straight into his bloodstream! The result being that Tom’s foot swolt up bigger than a West Virginia mushmellon! By the time we got to Bellingham, Wallender was declared unfit for duty and had to ride home to Juneau with the ship under a watchful eye and also under heavy sedation. This is the second of a series of incidents that have involved unwanted creatures aboard the Motor Vessel Kennicott. Just prior to the ugly Fiddleback incident, Brenda McCluggage, the breakfast cook, encountered a beautiful yet deadly Gaboon Viper in the ship’s galley. The Gaboon Viper is native to Africa, and part of it’s camouflage system is that they have the marking of what looks like a beautiful golden Aspen leaf right smack on the top of it’s head. It is extremely deceptive, and in my travels, I have almost stepped on them a number of times. I have also spoken with many villagers whose loved ones had succumbed to its deadly bite. It is not known how this deadly Gaboon got aboard the ship. It is suspected, however, that it may have dropped out of the trees as the ship passed through the Panama Canal on it’s trip up from the Fiddleback infested shipyard in Mississippi where the Kennicott was recently built. What the deadly Gaboon was doing in Panama is anybody’s guess. At any rate, it was 0400 in the morning when Brenda showed up in the galley to get the home fries and the bacon going when she lifted a plate that was sitting upside down on her cutting board. To her absolute horror, there, staring directly into her eyes in strike position, was the deadly Gaboon! With a shriek, she ran screaming from the galley into the food court area shrieking; “It’s a deadly Gaboon! Run for your life! It’s a deadly Gaboon! ” causing great alarm among the two other early morning galley workers having their Pop Tarts and morning coffee. When the watchman, Pam Wittanen, arrived on the scene to investigate, the deadly Gaboon had slipped down onto the deck and gotten away. Fortunately, 3rd Mate Jane Wayne (also known as “GI Jane”), disregarding any sense of self preservation and with a dedication to the safety of the ship’s crew and passengers, hunted down and hacked the three foot Gaboon into a bloody mess with the machete which she wears strapped to her back at all times. Having the machete on her back is a habit she picked up while guarding a gold shipment down the Amazon a few years back. Apparently, when Wayne was bending down to look at a pile of mooring line, the vicious viper which was hiding amongst the coiled line struck like lightning right for her lovely, yet unprotected face! Wayne, with more than equal lightning speed, whipped the machete off her back and cleanly sliced off the Gaboon’s head in mid air leaving the sickening sight writhing and spewing all over the car deck! With glee she commenced to finish the job, hacking it into a bloody mess for all to gawk at later… When Wayne was asked if she felt any fear when she took the Gaboon out, she tilted her head back and just laughed! It was only shortly after that when Wallender encountered the Attack of the Fiddleback. Once again, it is apparent that these wild and deadly creatures are completely out of control! When the ship finally docked in Juneau, Brenda, stonefaced and silent, walked stoically up the car deck ramp, got in her car and drove off. We don’t know if she will ever come back… Wallender, on the other hand, (and under heavy sedation), was last seen laughing maniacally as he was driven off in the handi-capped van to Bartlett Memorial Hospital for treatment. Wallender, a most excellent guitarist, received the grave news that, even though an amputation of his foot from the ankle down would not be necessary, he may never be able to play the guitar with his toes again, which has always been a delight to his audiences. Wallender is now recuperating at his home in Juneau and being ministered to by a host of very lovely ladies who are his fans…… So, it seems as if things turned out well enough for the crew of the M/V Kennicott, in that there was no loss of life. Fortunately, the ship’s “herpetentemologist”, Kevin Nye the Oiler Guy was there to identify these deadly miscreants. It was equally fortunate that Jane Wayne was aboard, and that, well, that Tom had his wrench….. When Day Oiler Jack Slaght, from Petersburg AK, was asked what he thought of this weeks’ peculiar turn of events, he mused for a moment and said with a wry grin; “Well, it’s a ghastly, stranger than fiction, twisted sort of tale……. For the record: Everything described about the Fiddleback Spiders’ characteristics are true except the part in the story where it is mentioned that it had “¼ inch fangs”. That was embellishment pure and simple. Also, everything about the Gaboon Viper, including it’s name is true The rest of the story is completely true, and I’m not making this up…………… .K.C. NYE