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Personal best-20.938. That's fun! Wonder how well I'd do if I hadn't been drinking?

Dear Advanced Class Candidates. We are sad to inform you of the passing of Saddy Chips, our Department Head of Snack Patrol. She was killed in a tragic accident involving being buried under a ton of trail mix, which she had been hiding, er stockpiling, in her trailer at Headquarters. It took us some time to find her, since we had to arrange a bucket brigade to remove all the nuts. We were not aware until this incident that she had asked all of you to submit your snacks in advance. No revelation was given to BOT about this activity. Well, we really weren't listening. In view of the dangers involved with trail mix, we have decided to "suggest" that all candidates bring pototoe chips to the class. We believe that the sound department can make any filtering adjustments neccessary to overcome the crunching noises we anticipate. Your cooperation is expected. Sincerely, BOT (Bout Out of Time) P.S. Any additional snacks you bring for consumption outside of class time is up to you: however they will be checked for a minimum sugar content of 75g. Anything less will be confiscated.

The preacher asked the cowboy, "Do you want to go to heaven?" "No thank you, sir,", replied the cowboy. The preacher was astonished. "Do you mean to say," he continued, "that you do not want to go to heaven when you die?" "Oh, sure when I die," replied the cowpoke. "I thought you was gettin' up a crew to go now." An old philosopher claims the truest test of faith is to find yourself in church with nothing but a fifty dollar bill in your wallet. Then there was the story of a young man from Texas who sent a letter to God asking for $100 to help out his improvished family. The letter ended up in the office of the U.S. Postmaster who was so touched, he put a twenty dollar bill in one of his own envelopes and sent it to the youngster. Two weeks later another letter from the young man arrived on the postmaster's desk. It read, "Dear God, thanks for all you've done for us but we could sure use another $100 and, please God, don't send it through Washington. Last time they deducted 80%."

Yeah, I had found it too. Just couldn't resist finding the old corn fields. Like a friggin' magnet: my mouse just headed that way. Too bad it's not clearer.

Amen to all of the above. I respect your words of wisdom. Hope to see you around more often. Have a Happy!

OK-Now I'm GLAD I stayed single. I'd be in jail for murder for sure if I had to endure what you all did. Spousal relationships are challenging enough without all this.

You both are so lucky! Happy Birthday!

Pretty cool, Igotout! That might have helped with some problems I've experienced lately. I did checked out "Stealthy", though-good to veify. BTW-I love GoogleMap! Thanks!

Dear Candidate, The Advanced Class will be starting a week from today. We have been carefully monitoring your progress in fulfilling all the requirements for attendence, and we are pleased to see that you have properly expended all of your hard earned money for your dark suit and umpteen billion required classes, and that you have properly reported your fuel availablity each month on Form FS/346. However, you have failed to submit your list of snacks on Form SN564 (the orange one) in a timely manner, and we have had a lot of folks here at Htq's who have been doing nothing but waiting for your report. You have failed God, therefore, and must be considered spirtually inadequete to come and listen to our latest dribble. Only people who can FOLLOW EVERY COMMANDMENT will be considered qualified. You will not be officially marked and avoided, but you must make amends to both your TC, BC, LC, and BOT by sending a letter to them once a week containg the word "snack" written 500 times. Single spaced and handwritten only. If you fulfil this requirement, we will give every consideration to reinstate you in a level entry position in your Twig. You will be starting over from the bottom. Sincerely, Saddy Chips Department Head for Snack Patrol P.S. Stay off the internet.

Thanks, Bluz. I had already found it this weekend and enjoyed the info. It's what really peeked my curiosity about my "find", since this album wasn't listed, and the only song from the album mentioned was "New Killer Joe". Maybe I'll drop him a line about it-he should know, huh? I really wanted to make it available to you guys first, if anyone had any interest.

Thanks-I'll let you know what he says.

Not confused-blindsided! Guess I need reinforcements! Welcome back! I'll be in the shower.

Confusion is over! I refuse to be blind-sided. Forget the whipped cream! I'm re-arming!

I love flea markets & antique stores, 'cause you can get all sort of oddball stuff or find replacements for stuff you lost. On one such trip, I picked up a group of used albums for a couple of bucks each. Some I really never looked at until a couple of weeks ago. And, yes, I still have a LP. Imagine my surprise when, instead of finding the record I thoughtt I had purchased, I discovered a jazz album. Now, I'm not a huge jazz fan, so I wasn't familiar with Benny Golson. But the first thing I noticed was that the record was marked "Demonstration-Not for Sale". The collections of records might have come from some radio station. I did a web search on Golson, and discovered that according to the history, he did not produce a record between the 60's and the 80's. The date on this Columbia record demo is 1977. It is "Benny Golson-Killer Joe" and includes "The New Killer Joe Rap" by Benny Golson and the "New Killer Joe" by Quincy Jones. Benny, as I discovered in my surfing, is responsible for a lot of TV soundtracks and themes, including the one from the final year of the Cosby Show. Is an album marked (Demo) worth anything to anybody-especially one that was apparently never released but the artist has gone on to some noteworthiness. Don't have the cover (if their was one) but the album is in good shape. And not bad to listen to, either. Any experts out there have an idea?

Gallery & Reading Room-got it! Thanks, Greasy.

Un Frigging Believable, Chas! I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Of course, you're much better off, although it had to have been so painful. I'm curious about something. I hope I ask this the right way. Was his behaviour because he was reacting to you as 1) Spouse. 2) A woman. or 3) A believer. Have there been circumstances where a husband has been the questioner, and the wife treated him as you were treated? Just wondering if TWI gave special dispentation to men vs women when disputes arose.

Slightly This reminds me of a story... Two friends were getting ready for a party and had to go to the grocery store at the last minute. They were racing around the asles looking for what they needed and were having no success. They found a young grocery clerk, and running up to him one of the friends gasped: "Do you have cream? " He said, "What kind?" She said, "You know....! (violently shaking her hand up and down). The young man blushes and stutters "Aisle 3, Dairy". As they run off, the other friend starts laughing. The first asks, "What's so funny?" She replies, "Do you always jerk off when you ask for whipped cream?" It's really funnier when you act it out.

I may be going blind but- I can't seem to find the Music thread. I've got a new discovery to discuss. I see the Entertainment thread in the Archives. Where do I go? I wanna share!

Additional information has just come in. Al Gore is backtracking from his earlier claim that he invented snow after seeing the avalanche of negative support for the air-borne crystals.

Remember when, in first year, we were taken out for our "gun" training? When I put the shotgun to my shoulder and pulled the trigger, I fell over backwards. Not because of the recoil-but because the sound that close immediately gave me a flashback to the sound of the gun being fired at me from the robbery I went through years earlier. The instructor asked me what was wrong, 'cause my face had gone white and he could see how shaken I was. When I explained what happened, he had me fire the gun again. Sure enough, the second time was much easier and less frightening. I'll always be glad he did for me. I've had other circumstances that I've had to deal with by facing the same scenario again, and there's never been a repeat of what made the first go so wrong. Not to compare with your scare, but maybe some solace in helping your decision to try it again. :)

I can tell you how I first felt about posting on Greasespot with this picture: After saying my prayers, I have ventured forth. Tried to be of good humor and respectful. Have learned to read posts before I respond (best way to put your foot in your mouth), and to not respond when I am not versed enough in the subject to sound intelligent or profitably add to the discussion. Ok, maybe I haven't completely learned that one but I'm getting better! Whichever, this is the most intelligent forum out there, and worth the visit.

Ex- You should always bother, whenever it counts. If it hadn't been for you, I never would have been able to see the truth about the fundamental foundations of the man I had put on a pedestal all those years. I had thought that the things that happened to me where the results of individuals perptrating their own sickness: now I understand that it was a pervasive attitude coming from the top that allowed it to happen. Knowing this makes it easy to re-evaluate the basis behind everything I was taught. I hope you never get tired of speaking up when you feel the fire-and there are plenty who support that 100%. As for the rest: Maybe there was some good in the stuff: after all, it wasn't all original material, was it?

Sick, Ex, very sick. Sounds like you need some holy water. Go to the faucet, stick your head under, and say "Shanta Milasa". Now, don't you feel better? No, I heard the lovers were already spooked because of a report that a guy with one hand and a hook on the other was loose in their area. While they were parking, getting into it, they heard a scratching on the door, and screeched away in fright. When they got home, they found a hook, just a hook, hanging from the door handle. Or so they say.

Don't know those, but I understand your frustration. Part of the joy of aging (I know, speak for myself). We get used to certain things, and they disappear because....corporate takeovers, downsizing, competition, lawsuits..who knows. All I know is I want the stuff that used to be in the blue bottle, ya know what I mean?...as I'm trying to explain it to some youngster in the grocery aisle who's giving me THAT LOOK.