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Some finger pickin' for the hoppin' frog

I had always heard that a "bullfrog" was a southern slang term for a drunkard. That makes perfect sense in the song's context. However, the songwriter(Hoyt Axton), was quoted in an interview as stating it was just some jibberish he made up during a recording session. I predict "The Decade of Prevailing" will end( or ended) exactly 10 years after its inception. (no more/ no less) How's that for mathmatical accuracy?

A man told his pastor he had a very close, personal relationship with God. "How so?", asked the pastor. "When I get up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, He even turns the light on for me.", said the man. Upon hearing this scenario from the pastor, the wife exclaimed, "Oh Cr@p!--He's peeing in the refrigerator again!"

Howdy, Medicine Man As always, nice to "hear" from you. Will you be stateside soon? Hello to Dana, as well. Waysider

It made me think of the old "rocky & bullwinkle show". Bullwinkle(the moose) announces, while wearing a turbin, "Heany peany, chile beany. The spirits are about to speak." At which point Rocky(the squirrel) queries, "Are they friendly spirits?" :)

Cinderpelt Nothing profound to add. Just wanted to say:

Oldies Here's one I've posted on several times. I even posted this one to you on the "freewill" thread about a week ago. There are many, many similar incidents along the same lines as this one. Perhaps the recurrance itself is a point worthy of note. In Fellowlaborers(mid '70s), we were aroused from sleep in the middle of the night and ordered to report to limb hq in 20 minutes.( important item of note: we lived in a commune) It was a 30 minute trip. When we arrived we had to sit in total darkness and total silence not knowing how long we would have to wait or even the reason we were being summoned. (Remember that we worked full time secular jobs and all our extra time was committed to the program. )Finally, we were confronted by the limb leader who told us we were all failures and the program was being cancelled. There was no explanation given and there were no questions allowed. There was to be no discussion amongst ourselves. The next morning, at 5:30, we assembled for one last morning fellowship. We were told that revelation had changed and we were being given one more chance but we had better tow the line and do exactly as we were told or the program would be cancelled for good. There were many, many other incidents that paralled this in intensity. Was I damaged beyond repair by this event? Obviously not. But that is not the point. The point is, you asked at what point something goes beyong teaching and enter the realm of control. To this day, I have no idea what this was supposed to teach us , other than they were in control and we had better do as they said. You asked for examples so there ya go! ( There were about 50 other people in that room who could verify that if they chose to do so. I only bring this up to illustrate that I don't make this stuff up.)

Sleep Walk--Santo and Johnny--1959

Sorry, Raf No idea. I'll bet when the answer is given, though, I'll probably do this:

Can't say I remember any sleepwalking incidents. Of course, if I was sleeping, I probably wouldn't recall them anyhow. My son used to sleepwalk when he was about 10 or so. He used to get up and walk around the house. He would go down the basement and sort through boxes. Scared the cr@p out of me. Not the sorting part, the walking down the steps in his sleep. I had to start locking the door but I think he may have unlocked it and then locked it again when he came up. I would find dishes in the sink and a peanut butter jar on the counter in the morning. He had no recollection of having gotten up. I was also concerned that he might try to fix something that required use of the stove. It all passed as he entered the teenage years and slept so soundly it darn near required a crane to get him out of bed for school in the morning. Sorry. That's probably not the kind of sensational stuff you're looking for.

"Hot poop on a paper plate" That's right up there with ChattyKathy's "Poop on a stick".

Ham Ya see, That's what I'm talkin' about. It's only real in your dream but somehow your mind thinks it is factual. Geeze! I wonder if VPW ever dreamed about snow on the gas pumps! Given the warm weather report for that particular day, I suppose it might have been a wet-snow kind of dream.

I had a dream once that i had committed a crime(undetected). The whole next day, I had a creepy feeling of paranoia as if someone was going to discover this crime I had committed in my dream. I actually had to remind myself that it all happened in a dream, not real life. It seemed so real because it went beyond facts and played on my emotions. Jonny---From one harp player to another. Do you ever do that "flutter tongue" thing at the end of a phrase?Actually more like a "batting" than a "flutter". Kim Wilson (Fabulous Thunderbirds) does a killer flutter tongue. Hmmm. Or does he? Maybe I just dreamed it.

Polar Bear You might have to change your avatar to a chubby, winged, naked guy with a bow and arrow. Are you sure that's a road you are willing to travel?

Now, Jonny, did that young lady happen to ask if you would like to play with her poodle? I mean, she might have been out there trying to give poor Coco a bit of excercise. Walk your dog often But don't play with your neighbor's poodle.

For Jonny LingoH ere's William Clarke at LaMar's Record Store.

T-Bone I think that might have been Scott Lafaro, not sure.(circa 1964 or 65) Interesting Bill E. story( From a very credible source.) When Bill and his brother Harry were growing up in NYC, they wanted to take piano lessons. Being the depression, there was only enough extra money for one to study. And so, Harry took the lessons and, upon arriving home, would show Bill everything he could remember from the lesson. His(Bill's) unconventional use of the left hand was groundbreaking in jazz. About 20 years ago, I got to meet and converse at length with Debby(The subject of the piece) My personal favorite bass player to have worked with Bill was Eddie Gomez. Check out "Kind Of Blue" which was a collaborative effort of Bill Evans and Miles Davis.

You are correct, Wash. Written by A. Andelin. Might be some useful stuff in it. I don't know. Point is------- What the heebee geebees did this have to do with Biblical Research? I think it was recommended because it possibly echoed some of the personal opinions of VP and "Da Boys". Fist of steel in a velvet glove. That was a line I remember being quoted from the book. Kinda sounds like a good title for an episode of W!ll and Gr@ce. But I'm not going to wholesale "dis" the book because, as I said, I never actually read it.

"Did anyone here ever get one?" Well, Jonny, I can only speak for myself, but no, I never got a statue of myself. The avatar doesn't count. That's just a "figurine".

Bill Evans------------Waltz for Debby

Freelady Go to the main menu and click on contact us. If you don't want to email, you could also send a PM directly to Pawtucket. If you need technical info on how to do more than that, I'm not the best one to give any technical advise 'cause I'm not very "hip" (or "hep" if you prefer) on matters that involve the cyber world. OOPS! I didn't see that Sudo had already posted to you. (edit is a good option also)

Freelady The "talking doll" speaks words of wisdom. If you think you may have posted something you should not have, you can edit if it's early enough or ask Paw for advise on removing undesired sections. For the record. I found this place while searching for a replacement for my PFAL book. I lent out my materials for years to people who seemed to have a desire to know more but things don't always make it back. I don't have any qualms about having done so because I never directed them towards TWI. Without the group pressure, people are more likely to selectively sort through what they choose to accept or reject. I wouldn't mind having a PFAL book for reference purposes only, but, knowing what I know now, I would never lend it out again.(Even if I thought it WOULD come back) There are probably lots of other materials you could use to achieve your purpose because, as you have probably gathered, most of PFAL was "borrowed" material anyhow. Anyway, I hope you feel comfortable enough to stick around awhile.

I remember when the girls in Cleveland( Yep, I said girls. Some of them were still in high school back then) read this book. There was something in the book about purring like a kitten. A group of them managed to find a way to purr with a sarcastic undertone. Pretty funny looking back on it. That was at the height of the "burn the bra" movement. There was a book that the young men were supposed to read also but I can't recall the title. I'm quite sure I never read it. WG--- As I recall that hubby of yours, he was always a level headed, even tempered guy. ( Most of the time) You two must have hit on something that works, 'cause if my math is correct, you two ought to be rapidly approaching the big 30th mark, no? Lots of this stuff that was presented as profound wisdom was simply baggage VP and "da boys" brought with them from their pre-TWI days. Like saps, we hung on every little word as if there was some deep truth in it all. Much of it didn't have anything at all to do with God's Word.

Rick Miss seeing your input in the Guitar Thread. Stop by and help us solve some of the weightier matters of life such as "round wound or flat wound?" You know---- The stuff that REALLY matters!

I had a dream once about something I did as a child, or at least it seemed like I did it as a child. The strange part is that it took place somewhere I have never been but I could describe what I saw in the dream in great detail. For the next week or two, I kept thinking about that and tried to remember if I had really been to that place and just forgotten. In the end, I'm convinced it was nothing more than a dream. Some dreams are really vivid, though, and even though we remember fine details of the content, we somehow completely forget that this information came as part of a dream initially. It seems very real but it is not. Whistle both directions? Yep. Would you expect anything less from someone who plays harmonica? :)