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In line, in line, it's all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. They do not change, they do not move. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor

dubble bubble post! [This message was edited by socks on February 21, 2004 at 21:11.]

Flipped up stuff on this thread! :)--> I hear ya, ex10. One little part of this that hits me when I read the gospels is how much the disciples loved Jesus and He loved them. They had a really close relationship. Almost extraordinary the way they hooked up and lived together, and kept coming back to one another. They struggled with what He taught, asked questions, argued about it all, had high expectations one minute, were scratching their heads the next and through it all there's that loving friendship growing and growing. It must have fried their brains, seeing Him riff with the Pharisees. Here these Starched Ones had hassled everyone all their lives and Jesus deals with them like their chopped liver. You can imagine the way they felt - as long as Jesus was on the case, 'sall good. The disciples seemed so distraught at the idea that he was leaving them, going somewhere. "Where?", "Can we come?", "Which one of us will be Top Dog when we're all together, y'know, later on?" He tells them don't worry, I'm going away but I'll send a Comforter. Why the comfort? A part of it had to be that the one they had loved and followed was leaving, and apparently before all the Big Plans came about. Their friend, leader, teacher, was going away. But the Comforter would come, He wouldn't leave them alone. And remember this............"I'll be BACK!" :)--> In line, in line, it's all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. They do not change, they do not move. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor [This message was edited by socks on February 21, 2004 at 3:14.]

Yes he did, corrydj. I was really impressed by Gibson's knowledge, candor and humanity. I normally don't like Sawyer, she always has that pained look like she sat on a pin and she seems to think that asking the same question 5 times is doing a 'tough interview'. But she let him answer his questions and let the answers stand. I think the toughest thing to see about Jesus's death is the fact that the crucifixion wasn't meant to be a bullet to the head and bye-bye. It was intended to be a horrifying and painful death. It's caused quite a stir. I've been curious about how Gibson came to making this movie, and why it became so important to him. Catholicism has always dealt with the graphic depiction of human suffering as a means to salvation. I was raised Catholic and in a way it doesn't surprise me that he'd focus on this given his religion. It's definitely causing discussion on Jesus and what his death means. I'll be watching how it unfolds closely, like a lot of people I'm sure. In line, in line, it's all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. They do not change, they do not move. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor

Agreed, care for the age and maturity of the views is important. It might, it might. It always amazes me that people AREN'T shocked at the story of the crucifixion, even many Christians. Maybe some people read it and just flip to the next page. It might do some people good to wake up and think about what it says actually happened. Last year, "Hellraiser" ran on a network station, rerun in normal viewing hours. I wrote the station and told them they should have their licencse revoked. We definitely need to watch out for our kids. In line, in line, it's all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. They do not change, they do not move. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor

Talkin' to me agin, are ya there Ala? :D--> (duck!) You're right. Mints. Cracked in half for easy consumption. Thanks A la. Tissues, too. Never know when I may need to blow my schnozz, figuratively speaking of course. Little cups of coffee. Sippin' glass. But keep in mind Way Webnad, this stuff doesn't bless me, it blesses you, I "hate" it, I just do it so you can be blessed. In line, in line, it's all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. They do not change, they do not move. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor

Here's my quarterly free advice for the Way website. I put it nicely in case it's someone's kid working on it. Can you peepul say "alt tags"? Google it, check it out, use it. Live it, be the alt tag. Never let it fall by the wayside. Don't just speak the alt, DO the alt. What's the benefit, ye ask? Take your mouse and place your cursor over my little dancing Calvin guy. GENTLY! He's a sensitive li'l guy. Hold it still for a sec. See what it says, Way Web Dude/Dudette? "Picture of socks"...!!!! That's not just for everyone who can't figure it out just by looking at it that it's a picture of socks, which might sound whacked but you're in the Way so we won't go there. But think, ponder, consider, the things you could do with that little alt tag thingie. Like for starters make your site COMPLY with accessibility standards for WEB SITES, ya binkie heads, just like everyone else in the known universe. Please...listen to me, web designer person.... You have the site sized for an 800 X 600 screen resolution. Good idea. But once you get out of the main page, every page is indented around the top and left hand side. And depending on how large a person sizes their browser window it's not straight and looks off. Do this: go to the body tag and add this line- leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" The page will fill the whole window then or at least look like it. Unless you like framing the whole thing in white which may be the case, but if you're going to do that then make all the pages including the homepage do that. Please? With cherries on top? Then get back to me via this board. We're just getting started. ;)--> And don't say I never gave you anything! (P.S. I know, I know, I'm being sassy with you and that's not so easily entreated is it Way Webbie Person? But hey, this is free and you're getting valuable training so I get to make fun of you in exchange, make you get my coffee, set up my ashtrays, laugh at my jokes and massage my...........ego. :D-->. Not forever. Just till you graduate....) :P--> In line, in line, it's all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. They do not change, they do not move. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor [This message was edited by socks on February 17, 2004 at 19:11.] [This message was edited by socks on February 17, 2004 at 19:12.]

Vaguely reminscent of the Saturday Night Live skit, with John Lovitz, where they're all coming out of a theater commenting on a movie and they're hypnotized, big eyes, talking slowly... "I - loved - it. It - was - great. I - liked - it - bet - ter - than - Cats. I'm - go - ing - to - see - it - a - gain - and - a - gain...." It looked like a promo for a retirement home. Doesn't the sun shine in Ohio anymore? I haven't seen so much paste since the glue factory exploded. "The Way...the other white meat". In line, in line, it's all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. They do not change, they do not move. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor

Aha! a fiddler in our midst...? ! "We're all dry now".... In a line, in a line, they're all in a line. My ducks are all in a row. The do not change, they do not fall. They have nowhere to go. James Taylor

:)--> Fit as a fiddle. How fit is a fiddle anyway? Couldn't I just tell you the way I feel? I can't keep it bottled up inside. And couldn't we pretend that it's no big deal and there's really nothing left to hide? Todd Rundgren

That is funny Abigail! There's also a town in Illinois named Normal. Folks that live nearby say they live just outside of Normal. This just in..."Large green sign seen flying over west central Ohio as gusts of hot air whip up storm in area..." (note:no farm animals or Wayfers were harmed in the production of this photo.) Couldn't I just tell you the way I feel? I can't keep it bottled up inside. And couldn't we pretend that it's no big deal and there's really nothing left to hide? Todd Rundgren

If you go HEREyou can see a map. TWI is shown. Another, a "Christian Academy". Maps. Gotta love maps. Fort Loramie, used to fish there, cool lake. Very cool now. :D--> Couldn't I just tell you the way I feel? I can't keep it bottled up inside. And couldn't we pretend that it's no big deal and there's really nothing left to hide? Todd Rundgren

"You dont need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows..." Couldn't I just tell you the way I feel? I can't keep it bottled up inside. And couldn't we pretend that it's no big deal and there's really nothing left to hide? Todd Rundgren

:D--> Each one wind one. Couldn't I just tell you the way I feel? I can't keep it bottled up inside. And couldn't we pretend that it's no big deal and there's really nothing left to hide? Todd Rundgren

:)--> Happy to entertain the possibilities. It's funny because I've owned a guitar since I was about 11, so that's going on 42 years now. Mostly I've always had one, an electric, maybe two counting an acoustic. It wasn't until I experienced the "true love" of the Way that I almost found myself without a guitar, having "donated" mine while there in the 70's. Then when I left the hallowed grounds of the Way in '80 for The Field I was told, uh, you gave that to us, leave it. Which was funny because the giving was primarily to accomodate insurance purposes at the time, no one wanted my beat up old guitar. They needed another guitar like a hole in the head, which actually might serve some purpose back there as it would release some of the hot air. But by then, Ted was gone and nearly all of the humanity had leaked out of Way Prod, being replaced by a Management technique that I swear to this day resembled flipping burgers, sort of a MacWay Productions if you will. :D-->(Hope will get that if she reads this...) But you know, they were right...God did provide, no thanks to their sorry, selfish fat a$$es. But I digress. Uh, what were we talking about? I never have been one to count talent by the number of instruments, but I'm blessed to have what I do. I've always tried to stay out of the current "what's hot" trends and get what suits my wallet and my ear. If you can play, you can play. If you can't, well, blame it on the equipment. :D--> Anyhoo, yeah, maybe we can get this together, might be fun. Pick a song, pick a key, I'll see what I can come up with. Again, it's a great idea. Harmonica is a very soulful instrument.

Stick players, they have soooooo much ego! : ) Well, I play guitar and bass, have a few guitars and a couple basses. (actually the latest addition, a fretless Fender Jazz, is my son's but he's got it at our place now, for "safe"keeping". My daughter has a sweeeet Fender Telecaster and an Epiphone 335 dot. So we got planks to spank all over the place. : ))) My main guitar is a Fernandes Dragonfly LE, sort of a hopped up Stratocaster style guitar if you're familiar with those. I also have an Ibanez RG560, which has been seriously abused but works for certain things. I've got an '84 Takamine archtop electric acoustic and a wonderfully old '57 Gretsch "Anniversary". It's got heavy flat wounds and has that classic "jazz" sound. The others are basically set up for rock/pop. I like to play all styles, blues based but I really enjoy just about everything. I'm familiar with the sound you're describing I think. Sort of thinking out loud - and Ted may have a thought or two as I know he's familiar with this too- -first thing would be to pick a couple songs. -let me know the key you want to do them in. -approximate feel, "slow", "elegant", that kind of thing. I can work up an arrangement and record some basic tracks of guitar and bass, drums if it needs it, and burn those to CD so the intonation will be constant, ie my "Bb" will be your Bb when you listen to it. It will be mixed in stereo, left and right, somewhat "wide". Then you could take that and see what you think. If it's close to what you want you could then take it over to tape or digital recorder and lay the harp over it, mixing it the you want the harp to sound. Bingo. It R Music. : ) I've done this some, long distance, and the results can be good. The basic way I've come up with for this method is to mix the rhythm tracks leaving room for what's going to go on next - if the harp. So, the drums spread wide across the stereo mix and slightly back. Guitar one goes left and a little right, 80/20. Bass goes right and a little left, 80/20. 2nd, 3rd guitar parts get worked in the same way, working in and back. This leaves the "dead center" spot open for a lead instrument. Net result, the harp would go full stereo left and right. You'd just need to get the CD music in to a PC system or recording deck, and take it from there. ...? It's a neat idea for the songs, would be a nice sound with the harp I think. Couldn't I just tell you the way I feel? I can't keep it bottled up inside. And couldn't we pretend that it's no big deal and there's really nothing left to hide? Todd Rundgren

Kit, thanks from me, too. :)--> As I've said before to the fine folks here, it honors the music that people like you heard it. Ted and racoons? Sounds like fun! Sound like you're out by "Falling Rock". :D--> Buckaroo, that's very doable. What kind of tunes are you interested in doing? Couldn't I just tell you the way I feel? I can't keep it bottled up inside. And couldn't we pretend that it's no big deal and there's really nothing left to hide? Todd Rundgren

Aaaah. I'm not sure why this is so much fun. Maybe just thinking how as a kid, life was often one weird stupid escapade after another. One of the first bands I was in got a lead singer that was the older brother of the guitar player. I was about 14 and was starting to do pick up dates too, working whenever I could. This guy was a good singer, sort of a soul singer, r and b kind of style. We played every high school and dive we could get in to, including a summer when we played for a string of Job Corps concerts around Northern California. These were county fair kinds of things, temporary stages put up. The Job Corps had a lot of petty criminals out working as part of their sentence or a way to train for something. They could get pretty rough, chicken wire across the front of the stage kind of things. Our "road manager" was a guy named John who was a great guy, friend of the lead singer and both a few years older than the rest of us, drank beer non stop and had been in the Golden Gloves boxing league all through high school. John could fight so he was a good guy to have at these gigs. Plus, he could buy booze. The lead singer would do this James Brown kind of dance thing in songs, and we'd close with the song Brown song "Please Please Please" and he'd do the J.B. deal with taking off his jacket and throwing it on the stage, down on his knees screaming and John'd come out and put it over his shoulders and walk the singer off dramatically who'd then scream NO! Baby PLEASE!!! and toss the jacket off! and slide back across the stage, over and over, it'd get pretty crazy sometimes, fun, guitars flying. And the lead singer started wearing this blonde wig that he'd tear off at the end of the set as part of his schtick, "Oh baby, please come back to me, I'll change for ya babeeee!" :D--> Sooooooo, anyway one night at one of these Job Corps gigs John the road manager ended up in the backseat of our station wagon with the girlfriend of one of these Job Corps guys, under a blanket with a case of beer. We finish our set, start packing up, and this crowd of guy's show up..."We saw Doris with one of you, where is she?" We exchange some words and it starts to look bad. Real bad. This guy's getting in our singer's face who's still got the wig on, not having torn it off in our closer. And this guy's giving him $hit about his "long hair". Meanwhile the singer's saying "WHERE'S JOHN! GET JOHN!" Cause John's always got a few beers under his belt and can pretty much take anyone out in a few swings. But no John...John's with Doris doing the funky alligator in the backseat of the wagon. Finally, the singer says "Hair? You got a problem with my hair? How's THIS!" and he rips the wig off and throws it down on the ground. This shocks this gang of guys so much they just stand there, jaws dropped. The singer takes his jacket off and says "Let's go, right now!" We're all thinking great, we're about to get our a$$es kicked, but what the heck. A knife comes out and from behind comes...John!shirt hanging off, belt undone. He doesn't ask any questions, runs up and lays the first guy he sees out flat. Blood everywhere as the guy's nose turns into Old Faithful. John mixes it up for a second and these guys back off. We're throwing stuff in the car. A cop finally shows up, we shove John in a car, get our money and rip out of there. With Doris, who we drop off at her place on the way out of town. The "good old days?" :D--> A horse is a horse of course of course and this is the answer that you'll endorse, You've never seen a talking horse? It's the famous Mr. Ed! [This message was edited by socks on January 12, 2004 at 3:36.]

Well, since ya got me started... After I graduated, I got back together in a band with a couple of the guys from the Smoke Experience. We were in to a very artsy kinda thing, hooking up with some peop's out at Cal Berkeley, and consuming massive amounts of druggz on a regular basis. This started out as a fun, creative time and ended up somewhere else. But along the way, they started going to the Mojave Desert to experience the Oneness of the Beauty of the Stuff of the Universe. :D--> The stupid part - we went off road in a 4-wheel drive one trip to find a spot one of the guys had been before and ended up way out in the middle of the desert, no idea where we were. No matter, a couple of the guys had said they'd seen flying saucers on a previous trip, so we needed to be out in nowhere land. So we had no idea where we were when we got up the next morning. But the first night there, we had our camp stove going to make dinner as the sun set and geez-o-pete, the sky I remember was incredible. Not a light anywhere except the stars and our campstove. I don't know if it was for real or the uh, condiments, but we saw some strange lights all night in the sky. Later one of the guys decided to light a propane bottle and make a lighter and we went around and set fire to all these little mesquite bushes that were everywhere. Which was kinda cool looking but it brought out the rattle snakes, and I almost stepped back right on one. The guy yelled "SNAKEEEE!" and I literally jumped a foot in the air, like a cartoon character. So I came *this* close to getting bitten by a rattle snake in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. We all slept in the van that night. More stupidness and weirdness - when we got going the next day, we realized we were lost. We drove around and got more lost. Finally found a little path in the dirt and started heading east. We met a truck along the way, finally! Rescued! We pulled off and were waving at the truck as he drove by, probably figuring we were nutz and he didn't stop! So we kept on going that direction and got to a road that went to a road and to another and finally hit asphalt. Which was nice, so we headed sort of north east, figuring this looked good. But the freeway was west. The Mojave's in Southern California. We ended up in the mountains somewhere, lost again, and it was snowing and now it's Sunday night. We finally started heading north, to Lake Tahoe. And actually drove all the way up to Tahoe, and then back down to the Bay Area, Oakland. If you look on a map, you'll see that makes as much sense as leaving San Francisco and taking Hawaii as a shortcut to Los Angeles. --> At one point I called back to home and my later-to-be mrs. socks and reported in that we'd gotten lost somewhere in the Mojave and were heading home now. That thrilled everybody, although I gotta say she took it in stride even though she was worried. We got home Monday morning. Dazed but happy. Kids. A horse is a horse of course of course and this is the answer that you'll endorse, You've never seen a talking horse? It's the famous Mr. Ed!

These are great stories! I can think of so many acts of random weirdness. Think it was my junior year of high school. I'd transferred to a "Public School" after 10 years, 1 month of Catholic parochial education. Lo 'n' behold came to find that all those years paid off. I'd completed most of the requirements to graduate and only had to take a couple classes both remaining years. So the rest were Art, Music, Drama, Creative Writing, whatever. I had two lunch periods. It was sweet. The band I was in at the time played at one of the school assemblies my Junior year and we played two songs, one was "I Can See For Miles" by the Who and the other, think it was "Fire" by Hendrix. Hold that thought... One of the guys got a bright idea, he had some smoke bombs he'd gotten from somewhere, pretty decent size, in stands. They were "safe" supposedly, wouldn't ignite or flame but would let off huge amounts of colored smoke. Somewhere in our teenaged minds this sounded like a cool idea. During "Miles" we get someone to light them behind our amp line, there'd be smoke, it would be cool. So we did and another legend was born. But instead of the smoke rising triumphantly over the stage and wafting out the back, it rose about 10 feet and proceeded to drop down and fill the stage and the front of the entire auditiorium with smelly smoke. The drummer was doing his Keith Moon thing, knocking over his cymbals as the bass player flailed away, while the other guitarist Pete Townsend'd his Gibson 335 through the front screen of one of his speaker cab's. I had my Sunn amp stack on "11" and ceremoniously dropped my Telecaster on the floor where it squealed heinous harmonic languages as I knelt over it, Jimi-style. And brownish smoke covered the entire thing in a blanket and somebody set off the fire alarm and marched everyone out. To a select group this was awesome-cool, if only for the fact that it ended the assembly, which if I remember right were only otherwise memorable for the guy in the balcony who always did animal sound impressions during announcements. For everyone else it was like, a total drag dude. The girl I was dating at the time told me "Well that wasn't very good, all that smoke!" The reactions ranged from "you guys suck!" to "oh yeah, oh yeah!" A horse is a horse of course of course and this is the answer that you'll endorse, You've never seen a talking horse? It's the famous Mr. Ed!

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Blue sets, that's cold, Grizzy. Literally. :D--> Now that I got my smilies back, I just wanted to say in regards to gene pools and the power swimmers that walk among us... We're talking Olympic size pools here. When you say socks you've said a mouthful and I mean that in the best possible context, of earth quakers and ground shakers cause if it's deep blue you want, we got yer deep end of the pool goin' here. This ain't your kiddie wading pool here, you got yer back flipping, back stroking, high diving, record setting, water carving, wave making lock 'em and rock 'em BIG BOYS - dressed, greased and ready to do laps if they aren't already. Load tested for heavy duty foot-pounds, bab-uh so step right up for some high mileage heavy stress tours of duty. Yup. That be da truf. ;)--> Okay, I'll stop.

Uh oh, we're getting off track now Garth! Was it the metaphorical grinding or the part about the hard pounding, Hopefull? : )))) someone's gotta say it, y'know, "well guys that brag about their uh, set, are usually compensating for their small geneticalia". Which begs the question, what about men that brag about the well endowed genetics of other men? Over compensation with a dash of Gift Envy? Or just plain Endowment Worship. I simply ask the question. Sounds like therapy may be in order. But back to the bountiful measure of genetic soup that's been poured in to my cup...oh yeah. Campbell's WISHES...I mean this is what they meant when they said "Hmmm Hmmmm good"...Wolfgang Puck's a potato peeler in the back of this kitchen, kiddo. When you say socks you're saying soup, the thick kind where the fine fragarance of simmering goodness fills the senses and brings 'em in early for dinner. Ain' no leftovers at this table bab-eh. I mean, we are talking second, thirds and clean plates at this restaurant, and the tips are extravagant because the customers always leave with a smile. It's Christmas morning everyday under this tree, gift sets for everyone. I'm hungry for some reason. Anyway, I gotta get back to work, nose to the grindstone. Figuratively speaking of course. Jesus, I'll dance before your throne, bring this heavenly sound to You alone This song within me Lord will bless your Holy Name (boz scaggs)

Well Exerino, boz baby would have! if he could have! (I can't edit from work for some reason, so I gotta go do these quick reply thingies) Oh yeah. My genetic cup runneth over. Prodigous is an understatement. WE got yer set here, bab-eh. Ground shaking? When my set goes off scientists rate it on the Richter Scale. You need EarthQUAKE COVERAGE to cover possible damages. We're talkin' cracks in the sidewalk, pictures falling off the wall, the whole deal. When you've been geneticized by the sockster, you're actually speeding up evolution, new species crop up in record time. Oh yeah. Well, back to the grind. Metaphorically speaking. : ) Jesus, I'll dance before your throne, bring this heavenly sound to You alone This song within me Lord will bless your Holy Name (boz scaggs)

(actually, it's Hillsongs not Boz Scaggs...) He heee! Jesus, I'll dance before your throne, bring this heavenly sound to You alone This song within me Lord will bless your Holy Name (boz scaggs)