George Aar

Well, on a positive note, the project must be keeping him off the streets and ties up his money where it can't do too much harm. But whatta f$%^ing loon. A mind is a terrible thing...

Somebody refresh my memory. At CorpseWeak '86 didn't Howard say that he and the other trustees were responsible for the Vickster's death? I remember him making some momentous confession from the main stage, but I forget exactly what was said (other than noting that Craig looked like a whooped pup). Corps Week '86 was definitely a trip to Bizarro World. It's amazing that anyone continued to hang around after that nonsense...

And don't forget 'Ol Fighter (the catfish). Deputy Dawg was a staple of mine in the early '60s...

Oh, and sorry to hear about Frank Gorshin. I always liked his act, though I haven't seen him in years...

Oh! Julie Newmar my love! Where have you been? (Was she the ultimate femme-fatal 'er what? Well, for a 13-year-old anyway)

Damn! What with all the substantive happenings in the Michael Jackson trial and all, I guess there just hasn't been enough time to let anybody know about this stateside. I'd love to see this guys again. Gee, it's only been what, 40 years since their last gig in Seattle? I just hope I won't have to refinance the house to get tickets...

I dunno, I haven't seen the last two yet. I loved the first two, the third one (Return of the Jedi) was already starting to get a little shopworn, and, from what I've heard, the most recent efforts have just continued their downward spiral. Lemme know if this one's remarkably better, though...

"The Original Whizzinator"? Is this a great country 'er what?

Yes, Oldies no doubt finds it rather easy to stand on principle when the only one vying for his sexual favors is his hand...

Sorry for another derail, but Sudo, what kinda dog is that you've got? I'm not much of a dog person, per se, but that little guy is cuter than a button. Is he full grown?

Are you sure this isn't a T.V. show? Looks like "Father Knows Best" to me...

Well I can think of at least two businesses that took a pretty substantial economic "hit" from the demise of WayWorld, 1. The laundramat in St. Marys 2. The U-Haul trailer rental guy (he always brought in numerous more units just before Corps week and was always running short by the time the W.O.W.s set out) I'd bet the average business owner is pretty conflicted in his feelings. No doubt Wayfers could be a PITA with their incessant witnessing and inflated view of Way dogma (and condescending view of any non-Way dogma). But the tens of thousands of dollars that TWI put in their tills every summer had to be a welcome addition...

Indeed, and that's how religion continues to be the billion-dollar industry that it is, despite the fact that it produces nothing.

Uh, sorry, no I don't. The guy was a flakey, twisted, self-absorbed conman. The fact that he found some superstitious drivel to claim as his own, and that we were once young and gullible enough to buy into his (plagiarized) B.S. does nothing to mitigate that reality. He was one sick puppy. I don't care if he was really good at "preaching" (and, in retrospect, I really don't think so), or could play the role of "patriarch" really well, or could play the harmonica, or any other goddam thing, it's entirely irrelevant to the fact that he was a consciousless sociopath...

Oooops, I peeked. I had no clue until I did, though. I wouldn't want my daughter hanging around with a guy like that. What a deadbeat!

I can't relate to the question in the slightist. Sorry. I wear my clothes (generally a polo shirt and a pair of jeans and work boots) till they wear out and then burn them. End of story. Same with my tools, vehicles, furniture, ... anything. I use it till it wears out, then toss it. Except for my woodblock prints, but then, they're holy...

And just when was it that all of you righteous heteros made the decision to be straight? Was there a pivotal moment in your life where you realized you could either do the Godly, righteous thing and only desire one of the opposite sex or you could turn yourself into a reprobate by making the conscious decision to become a homosexual? Honestly, did anyone in the history of the universe ever make such a choice? Gawd, this is so stupid. And Def, I've seen some of the folks that have been "delivered" from their former lifestyle and, well let's just say their transformation didn't appear to be entirely completed yet...

For anyone still following this scintillating debate, that evil heretic Randi has some more to say on the subject: http://www.randi.org/jr/042905some.html BTW, there's another product touted in Randi's column that could be a Godsend for some of the posters on this thread - "Gulli Go". I've been taking it for years. "Works great!"

O.K. Let's do the math! Cost of the "classroom" - donated Cost of the "staff" - donated Cost of the "refreshments"- donated Cost of "putting the class together" (getting the proper number of marks to make a substantial-enough check for the grifter) making any signs, paying for the heat and light, providing the chairs, tables, restroom facilities,ANY sundry costs- donated So for the "bargain" price of $75.00 (I think I paid $85.) or $100. or $200. you get: A looseleaf binder with some dividers and some pages of the class material A couple of pamphlets 5 cheaply made, paperback books The "privilege" of sitting through 33 of the longest hours of your life listening to a tape recorder (and standing and applauding at all appropriate cues) So WayWorld provided a tape recorder and the tape for use and probably about $5.00 worth of materials (their cost) and everything else went in their pockets. 7 new students X $75. = $525. - materials and use of tape recorder ( 7 X $5. + $10. for recorder) = $45. $525 - $45. = $480 Gee, not too bad. Of course there were taxes to pay... oh wait a minute, they didn't do that either. Gosh, kinda makes me wanna go into the cult business...

CK, No, I can't place the lines. Maybe a hint? BTW, it was "Speedy" Alka-seltzer who spoke those immortal words "Be careful what you eat". He was such a worry wart... Sharon, Good call on the "Old Gold" slogan. I thought I was the only one left on earth who knew that...

Anybody for a round of "Name that Sponsor"? Here's some (rather easy) slogans from the not too distant pass. Can you name the company? (no fair googling) 1. "Ask the man who owns one." 2. "Be careful what you eat." (bonus points for telling who said it) 3. "Better living through chemistry." (No, that wasn't Timothy Leary) 4. "Not a cough in a carload." (No kidding, they really said that)

Oooo, two of my fav. movies. Funny about "Midnight Cowboy", when I first saw it I thought it was one of the alltime best flicks ever made. I happened upon it a few years ago on some cable channel, and I couldn't believe it was the same movie. Talk about pointlessly depressing. Sheesh, I wanted to go jump off a bridge after watching just a couple of minutes of it. "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" still ranks pretty high on my list though. For another of those alltime great movie scenes, how about the one where sister Jane serves lunch? Gawd, you could cut the tension with a knife when Joan Crawford lifts the lid off of the serving tray! Classic...

This seems like an appropriate point to post a couple of definitions (again): http://skepdic.com/confirmbias.html and: http://skepdic.com/selfdeception.html

I just watched a bio. of Al Capone on The History Channel. It seems as though Al was quite the generous sort as well. His cronies loved him. He was fun, caring, generous as could be, and, if you just managed to stay on the right side of him - or keep below his radar when you'd do something he wouldn't approve of - everything was roses. Problem was, Al also had no reservations about doling out "reproof" with a baseball bat. Beat a couple of guests to death at the dinner table? Sure, that's fine. They were out of fellowship anyway, I'm sure. I think a lot of seemingly "larger than life" men have that sort of personality trait. They can make people think that they care for them deeply, and have their best interests at heart, when, in reality, they're just using them, and see those around them as simply means to an end. I think Wierwille was just such an individual. A really sick one. And not "Take two aspirin and call me in the morning" kind of sick. I'm talking, "serious, incurable mental defect" kind of sick...

I dunno, even after all these years, I find it to be in amazingly bad taste. What were they thinking? A pretty good album though, wudn't it? I'd forgotten what all was on it. "I'm Only Sleeping" was my favorite cut off of that one. It kinda foreshadowed where their music was going to go...