WordWolf

"Pure Imagination."

Right, I had the first one but not the second. So, let's take a guess here.... "The Neverending Story of Us"???

That's it. Arguably Meat Loaf's biggest hit.

When it comes to holidays, it's always what the holiday means TO YOU. With my family, Thanksgiving was the FAMILY holiday to get together, with Christmas being more for children and I've seen New Years may mean more to young singles. (Halloween is changing a lot in the US, so it may mean something to children, or adults, both or neither.) You can designate a holiday to mean something, then it will actually mean something TO YOU. =================== In other news, if you and your friends buy webcams, you can use any of several free programs to audio-chat or video-chat (with video and sound). You might consider that, with friends spread so far apart.

He was ALSO an opportunist. Whenever possible, he was LAZY and cut corners. That's why he had a supply of teachings from real Christian ministers locked away were only a few saw them (I spoke with one ex-top twi'er who did) and used those as references after claiming he threw away all such reading material. He was skillful at fooling people, which is why he succeeded. Since he was also a diehard Narcissist, it all had to be about HIM. He was not going to FULLY share his skills with ANYONE. (He MIGHT have if he had a son who had worshipped him completely and seen that as a legacy, but otherwise it would draw attention and praise away from vpw. lcm was never told lcm was a conman and a fraud- and part of the time, vpw himself believed he was genuine as well. During his final hours of life, he wondered aloud for some time what he could have done wrong that he wasn't getting miraculously healed- and was supposedly unable to think of anything wrong across his life. If that was all just an act, he spent a lot of time on it in his last 2 days of life rather than relaxing or getting entertainment. Even so, he had succeeded in manipulating people to the degree that when lcm stopped worshipping vpw, he still was able to go to cgeer and get worship, and ramble on in a way that cgeer wrote up 'Passing of a Patriarch' from it- and people took it very seriously despite it being full of nonsense and failed predictions. To this day, there's people who get hostile when you suggest his error-ridden doctrines actually have error, when you claim Christians not from his system can be as good or better than theirs, etc. Considering there's a 2nd generation or more of sycophantic vpw worshippers more than 20 years after he dropped dead in contradiction of his own teachings about healing, I'd say he was an amazing success at manipulating people. And a blight on Christianity and humanity.

I consider everybody who survived twi, then visited the GSC for a time without becoming members of twi again or members of splinter groups formed and run by ex-twi leaders to be GSC SUCCESS STORIES. We don't hear from most of them, but that doesn't take away from their success at making and living their lives without twi in major or minor forms. So, congratulations.

Who is not a Frankenstein. He's not from Europe, in fact, he's from another galaxy.

It was actually an incomplete list of props, but yes. I included a few callbacks as well. One character, draped over and straddling a bannister, shouts about everyone being lucky, and the audience replies the bannister is lucky. The ponderous narrator starts slowly, and the audience rushes him along until he gets that sentence completed. You have it.

"Some days I pray for silence. Some days I pray for soul. Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll. Some nights I lose the feeling. Some nights I lose control. Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls. Maybe I'm lonely, that's all I'm qualified to be That's just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep. As long as the wheels are turning. As long as the fires are burning. As long as your prayers are coming true. You'd better believe it!" I have traveled across the universe through the years to find her. Sometimes going all the way is just a start.

"I would like" (oh, you would, would you?) "if I may" (You may!) "to take you on a strange journey." "You're lucky, he's lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky! Ha ha ha..." (The bannister is lucky!) Rice, newspaper, squirt gun, confetti, toast, keys or a bell, cards- I'm all set!

"If only we were amongst friends... or sane persons!" "Great Scott!" "A toast!" " I would like.....if I may.....to take you on a strange journey." "Oh, lucky him." "You're lucky, he's lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky! Ha ha ha..." " It was strange the way it happened. Suddenly... you get a break! All of the pieces seem to fit into place. What a sucker you've been, what a fool. The answer was there all the time. It took a small accident to make it happen. AN ACCIDENT! And that is how I discovered the secret. That elusive ingredient, that... spark that is the breath of life... yes I have that knowledge! I hold the key to life... ITSELF! " "A night out... it was a night out they were going to remember for a very long time." "I wonder if you might help us. You see, our car broke down a few miles up the road. Do you have a phone we might use?"

"I would like" (oh, you would, would you?) "if I may" (You may!) "to take you on a strange journey." "You're lucky, he's lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky! Ha ha ha..." (The bannister is lucky!)

"Some days I pray for silence. Some days I pray for soul. Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll. Some nights I lose the feeling. Some nights I lose control. Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls. Maybe I'm lonely, that's all I'm qualified to be That's just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep."

No version of "Frankenstein" (as such, anyway, there's nobody and nothing named "Frankenstein" in it.) And it's in color.

You've really got to stop GUESSING about the things of God- the stakes are too high, and you're treating them glibly, flippantly, rather than as life-or-death issues. You're using a fallacy of a False Equivalency, and it's silly. The claim is that the supposed modern practice is the same as the Biblical practice that actually produced LANGUAGES. That claim was challenged- that is, it's challenged that THAT claim is invalid, and the modern practice is not the same thing and thus never produces A LANGUAGE. How is that proven? Very simply. If you can speak in a LANGUAGE, then speak in a LANGUAGE in front of a linguistics expert. They can confirm, with a sufficient sample, whether or not something is an actual language whether or not they understand the language or can recognize it. That's something YOU can do NOW, WHENEVER YOU WANT. As to the historical proofs of someone we don't have in front of us now, that's proven or disproven in a historical fashion because it's not something that can be demonstrated now like the supposed "speaking in tongues" is. The supposed tongues, they're supposedly here, now, for us to hear- and thus, for us to examine. Doing so in front of a linguistics expert for an evaluation is definitely possible now (during the week, at least.) You, supposedly, can do it. So, rather than making casual dismissals of discussing it, go ahead and do it. It certainly would strengthen your case once the expert comes up and says "I've never heard this language before, but it is definitely a discrete language."

With the word "unknown" in ITALICS, the word you're relying on was added by a translator. Even vpw said you could discount what the translator added. (Then skipped that when it suited him.) In a number of accounts in Acts, there were people present who understood them. Unless Scripture is unreliable-which means you can't trust it at all and we shouldn't try to understand it- then your understanding of the Corintians verses obviously are in error, since they'd BLATANTLY contradict MULTIPLE accounts in Acts. The whole doctrine of "tongues of angels" upon which almost all of the modern practice seems to hinge upon (all of it I've ever seen or heard, live or recorded) is centered around ONE VERSE. Whenever vpw taught an entire doctrine around one verse, you should go back and check if you were being hosed, because I've found it was common that he contradicted the rest of the Bible with his single-verse doctrines. The one reference was hyperbole, a legitimate figure of speech. We discussed this years ago and I'll lay it out again simply when I have time. I'll say it- and I will be clear so that misrepresenting me will be obvious and dishonest. I say that if you're hearing a message that is supposedly of God, and the speaker is speaking in a melange of languages mashed together, that the person's simply doing exactly what it looks like- they're mashing words together from languages here and there. "A bunch of words from a bunch of languages rolled into one sentence" is nobody's definition of a tongue of men or "a tongue of an angel." Frankly, I think you're strengthening the case that the person MEANT to speak from God but the actual practice was a content-free jumble, either with bits from things heard here or there, or bits of things cobbled together, but all from either the hearing or the construction of the speaker. We discussed this all at great length for months. Really, if you read it over, you'd find some fascinating stuff. You care what SOMEBODY thinks because you're replying.

"If only we were amongst friends... or sane persons!" "Great Scott!" "A toast!" " I would like.....if I may.....to take you on a strange journey." "Oh, lucky him." "You're lucky, he's lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky! Ha ha ha..." " It was strange the way it happened. Suddenly... you get a break! All of the pieces seem to fit into place. What a sucker you've been, what a fool. The answer was there all the time. It took a small accident to make it happen. AN ACCIDENT! And that is how I discovered the secret. That elusive ingredient, that... spark that is the breath of life... yes I have that knowledge! I hold the key to life... ITSELF! "

So, the next one. It's better-known. "Some days I pray for silence. Some days I pray for soul. Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll. Some nights I lose the feeling. Some nights I lose control. Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls."

"I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet."

Ok, we know who one character obviously was, based on his dietary habits. Is this Copolla's "Bram Stoker's Dracula"?

Well, "First Blood" had "Rambo: First Blood Part 2", "Rambo 3" and "John Rambo" follow it. So, is this "First Blood"?

That was Jethro Tull's title cut for "Too Old To Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die." "The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- the transport caf' prophet of doom. Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs and prays that he always will. But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys all of his mates are 'doing time': married with three kids up by the ring road sold their souls straight down the line. And some of them own little sports cars and meet at the tennis club do's. For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday. They've thrown away their blue suede shoes. Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die. So the old Rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner just like it used to be. And as he flies --- tears in his eyes --- his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die. No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die."