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Except he would have gone for very direct "stroke yur beaver sometime?" Trask went for that lotta slaps/lotta kisses philosophy.

Minx, as much as I think you are cool and like what you've had to say in the past...I have to comment on the Spray Style Guide: 1. It indicates further and further "regulation" of spray, the upshot of which can only be a further decline from the freewheeling, spontaneous fun of a year+ ago. 2. Taken literally, the "don't offend those who haven't attacked you" rule could eventually mean that we can't even joke about Mountie photos featuring people we don't know. 3. Moderation has already driven away (or at least greatly reduced the posting from) some of the funniest and most creative contributors to this site. Pretty soon you will have only the Sour Apple club left to exchange recipes with each other, or snipe at each other about whose politics isn't left enough, or who may be a closet anti-bolting neanderthal. Don't get me wrong---a lot of you folks still here are entertaining, funny, and I've learned stuff from you. But some of you whiners must have forgotten along the way that we're avatars here, and it's the controversy, the extreme differences of opinion, and the irreverent attitudes of some avatars that kept it so interesting. Frankly, even the mounties are boring the umpteenth time around. By now, avatars trask and necro would have made sure several times over that we had new fare to be shocked by, to laugh at, or be pissed about. Call me immature, but I miss trask's morning rant, or just calling somebody fugly.

Look, I'm an evangelist because I'd like to pass along some good luck. Knowing when to hold em or fold em (a business, a job, on climb, whatever) is an intellectual decision separate and apart from the drive to succeed. You make a cold, calculated decision "do I stay or quit?" If you feel that sticking with it is the right choice, then you forge ahead with enthusiasm, making it clear to friend and foe alike that you are 100% into what you are doing, nobody puts forth more effort than you. Pretty soon, some people decide that hey there must be something to what you are doing---the enthusiasm is contageous. Your detractors will get the sense to avoid tangling with a zealot. You gain momentum. I'm telling you, it works. It's not boldness or arrogance---it's determination. Sure, you have to be willing to sacrifice a lot of other things in order to intensely pursue something. But if you do, you stand a lot better chance of getting the brass ring than you appear to believe today, stonehead. Ask VC guys what they look for in an entrepreneur. The most succinct descriptor I have ever heard is "a monomaniac with a mission."

For what it's worth, I was a lazy smart-ass in school, getting pretty good grades w/o trying...right on thru engr and grad school. It wasn't till I started a low-tech, low-brow, grind-it-out kinda business that I found out just how much hard work, hustle, desperation-inspiration, etc. are worth. Suddenly, you find yourself looking around for successful role models to help guide you through. Suddenly, the sports analogies are truly more valuable than the thermo courses and other bullshit you learned. Anybody who played an infield baseball position learns in a visceral way that you better play the ball, or the ball is gonna hit you in the teeth or the nuts. I'm here to tell every one of you bozos who'll listen that the Horatio Alger stories are true. But like butting heads on the line of scrimmage, the winners always are the ones that want it bad. That doesn't guarantee success---but lack of direction and lack of desire do guarantee that you will not win against those that are willing to push harder. Just sit back, and let your peers in Asia show you how badly they want your job, Stonehead. They're gonna run over you like a Sherman tank.

Good for you, Stonehead, you keep playing the role of fatalistic drone, and people like me will keep believing in themselves, regardless of what others think, stepping up to the big plate, regardless of the odds...and hittin' the ball outa the park.

Since my wife was with me, I plead the fifth.

fuck, I dunno, Dru, I'm still hung-over from New Orleans, trying to work, act like I'm paying attention to a yahoo in my office, and post too!

This just in, chuck: Like A Hurricane is Neil Young's best. Actually, C'mon Baby Let's Go Downtown, and Cortez the Killer are pretty good/more obscure ones. (oops, you guys already said this) My alltime fave of his non-hits was that one that began "Look out Mama there's a white boat comin' up the river/there's a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail/I guess you better call John 'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail..." I dunno. It's hard to pick a Neil Young fave, actually.

The Troggs rock, E-Rock. I remember Wild Thing when it came out on the radio. I was 6, and my older bro had the transistor cranked as he did some repair work on our dock. Between that weird song and the summer heat, I had this mental picture of the Troggs being Mexican guys singing with sombreros on. Maybe they were... Then there was that great Sam Kineson cover.

I set out to find a good photo of that ugly bastard Mithc Ryder...and instead found this interesting Top 10 songs of 1966 list: 1. I'm A Believer - Monkees 2. Summer In The City - Lovin' Spoonful 3. Wild Thing - Troggs 4. Hanky Panky - Tommy James And The Shondells 5. When A Man Loves A Woman - Percy Sledge 6. Soul And Inspiration - The Righteous Brothers 7. Monday, Monday - Mamas And Papas 8. Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys 9. Devil With A Blue Dress On - Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels 10. Good Lovin' - Young Rascals Funny thing is that I and probably most of you can sing all of those songs, except maybe for the Righteous Bros tune. I wonder how 1996 will look 30 years from now?

This coming from a monkey who touts a band called Pussy Galore as hard rockers. Actually Chuckie, I agree with you that the Stones have 50 good ones, and 10+ great ones. Hard to beat the entire Sticky Fingers album, etc. I just happen to like Little T&A. Sorry you don't...beyotch!

good point, mattp. Actually I would put "Hello Sunday Hello Road" by Gil-Scott Heron up there as an all-time classic.

hey, I'm so full of shit...what about DISCO ?

Bad math, E-Rock. And I think the irony in your statement is that for the past 30 years nobody has come up with a whole new, original style (rap is debatably one). Not saying there hasn't been good music made in the past dozen years---there has. But it's not a whole new style and it's not superlative compared to the prior two-dozen years, and it's also riddled with bad covers. IMO.

Put your choices in here. My fave (at least today it is) is the Rolling Stones' Little T&A. Clean, crisp...universal subject matter. I still like it after 20-some yrs. I mean, probably I could come up with 50 others, from Mitch Ryder's Devil With A Blue Dress to my personal theme song Won't Back Down. But something about Keith Richards' turrets-like squawking and those guitar licks make that song still stick in my head... What's yours?

...which matches her mom's Tyson Foods insider-trading-tip in terms of largess from daddy...

Damn, maybe a third climb ought to be added, for July. Don't think I can make late May, and I'm too gaperish for Lib Ridge.

a hyena cackles. If there was ever someone who needed banning because they were annoying, it's you boy.

"just past that up there..."

"you're not forty!" "your muscles are even bigger now"

A lot of people are really having a hard time acknowledging to themselves that trask (while often profane and sometimes truly obnoxious) kept the pace of spray brisk in large part because he was provocative. He also was good at it. He knew how to keep it short and incisive. You bozos wanted someone to pull your liberal chains, and he did it. He never threatened anybody that I'm aware of. You simply got tired of the dog that so faithfully nipped at you for years, and you turned turned the bastard out. He never pretended not to be a cur. Ditto Necro. Ran his ass off. Funny guy. Smart guy.

why was Bohanon banned?

Catbird, somehow I think you and I have different tastes...

Was it really this? life ain't the same without 'im

Lord deliver us...