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great beards of our times....

Hint hint, try not looking in the woods. Hint, hint, there's more types of out there than just cubensis, young grasshopper.

mmmmm.... Alaskan Winter Ale. Maybe not quite my favorite winter brew, (that'd have to be Snowcap or Wassail), but i DO like the spruce needles... think they give it a very nice woodsy taste. Apparently, spruce tips were a common beer ingredient during colonial times, partially cuz of their preservative qualities. Only one of the many batches of beer I've brewed included spruce needles, but it was so-damn-good. (if I may say so meself) i gotta get back into brewing some day.... maybe just maybe this autumn.

mmmmmmmm..... oysters. yum. (that's what those are, right?) I've picked and eaten those ..... and their smaller cousins, "angel wings" ..... and chantrelles.... and boletes.... and shrimp .... and coral. Never have been able to find in the woods, though.. sigh. Sooner or later.... happy mushroom hunting, all!!

one of the endless hilarious websites I've learned about from ol' CC.com.... http://www.blackpeopleloveus.com never ceases to me up. sigh. I love liberals, but ya gotta make fun of them sometimes, too.

priceless. thank you, CC.com (well, BG) for giving me my first laugh of the day. knotzen: if you don't ski or snowboard, learn how NOW. spending time in terrain that reflects a lot of light can be good for the ol' winter blahs.

"Goo Goo Muck" Oh when the sun goes down and the moon comes up I turn into a teenage goo-goo muck Yeah I cruise through the city and I roam the streets Lookin for something that is nice to eat You better duck, when I show up, the goo-goo muck. I'm a night headhunter looking for some head With a way-out body underneath that head Yeah I'll get you baby with a little luck Cuz I'm a teenage tiger and an goo-goo muck You better duck, when I show up, the goo-goo muck. [solo] The city is a jungle and I'm a beast I'm a teenage tiger looking for a feast Yeah I wan't the most but I'll take the least Cuz I'm a goo-goo muck tiger and a teenage beast You better duck, when I show up, the goo-goo muck. [goo-goo muck sounds]

how 'bout this?

very nice. and now, for some old skool GWB

My grandpa was an engineer. During and after the war, he worked in Navy shipyards ... first in Norfolk, VA, then in Pensacola, FL. He helped build the ships that y'alls grandads travelled to war on! Actually earlier in his career, he worked on some dam projects... one of them was on the Don River in Russia. Took the wife over there with him, too... for something like 6 months (?) I think it was. I remember them saying how the USSR was a sad, depressing place in the 1930s (as one might imagine).... everyone seemed so afraid and mistrustful of each other, and especially of foreigners. Grandma was mostly a homemaker, but kept busy with volunteer work and other projects. Then later in life, took up teaching at Jacksonville University. I miss my grandparents .... they were good peoples.... decent Suth'n folk... Grandpa was kinda strict, but also fair and pragmatic... and Grandma was sweet as can be. I'll never forget the last time I went to visit her, before she died. She had arthritis and various other ailments wreaking havoc on her 90-year-old body, but took it all in stride, going through every hour of every day with unwavering grace and optimism. Fun fact: my grandpa and his father were both named Jesse Jackson, actually. And nope, no relation to the Reverend. So that was all my mom's side. My Dad was never knew his parents well, for various reasons. He was raised in Queens, NY, by his aunt. He was pretty close to his maternal grandparents, though. They, along with certain other relatives, ran a prosperous German delicatessen in Greenwich Village. This was long before GV became all hip and trendy like it is today... mostly just recent immigrants back then. Then in the 1960s, my newlywed parents lived in The Village for a few years, when it was just starting to become hip and trendy. My dad has always said that if any of his kids lived in Greenwich Village, they could boast that they were "Fourth Generation Villagers". I somehow don't ever see it happening, at least not for me.. but it is a cool idea.

..... and he said he didn't care HOW they did it, but people HAD to get out of New Orleans.

And now... since this thread was SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT LED ZEPPELIN!!! a few of my favorite one- or two-line clips from various Zeppelin songs. (Some of which have at times been featured as my sig line on web forums or emails ....... or my "headline" in personals ads.) So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains, where the spirits go now. Let the music be your master. Will you heed the master's call? California sunlight. Sweet Calcutta rain. Honolulu starbright. The song remains the same. Upon us all a little rain must fall. As we walk down the country lanes, I'll be singing a song, hear me calling your name. Hear the wind within the trees, telling Mother Nature 'bout you and me. Walking side by side with death, The devil mocks their every step The snow drives back the foot that's slow, The dogs of doom are howling more Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg. The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed. So if you wake up with the sunrise, and all your dreams are still as new, And happiness is what you need so bad, girl, the answer lies with you. Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay. At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by, With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes. So let me take you, take you to the movie. Can I take you, baby, to the show? Why don't you let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow?

no kidding, E. they were actually the first rock band I grew an appreciation for, at age... seven I guess it was. definitely music that can appeal to many generations.

I used to work in this one job that took me thru Aberdeen/Hoquiam a lot. One day I discovered that the Grocery Outlet in Hoquiam had these little beauties for a buck apiece!!! well, at least the Pale Ale, the Winter Welcome, and the Taddy Porter. also had the four-packs of the 12-ouncers for 2 bucks each. always tasted just a liiittttlle skunky, but so fuckin what... them's one of me favorite family of beers ever. I used to come home with 20-25 bottles sometimes. Last couple times I stopped by there, they stopped carrying it. And every time I've passed by a Grocery Outlet since then, I stop to see if they got Sammy Smiths.. haven't found it again since. Tho they'll often have some obscure lager you've never heard of from small-town America (in cans of course) for about 2 bucks a six pack.

I wonder if the Mythbusters have ever, or will ever, take on the widely held myth that Snopes.com is the final word on whether shit is true or not.

right on, Bungle. if I was a moderator I would have locked this thread after post #1... cause that's really ALL there is to say when it comes to which band is the greatest of all time.

That last one was the closest.... but you got your "w" and "a" switched around there, Gary. My brother's wife, who's from Lafayette, LA, long ago taught me that the way you say it down there is "N'Wahlins".

Class of '96! One of the best student:teacher ratios in all of public higher education, from what I hear. Some damn good teachers, too.. at least the ones I had. The constant PC shit, and the overdone multiculturaism and pluralism got kinda old ..... but whatever.... for some people who weren't exposed to that stuff growing up, it's probably a good thing. Better too much than too little. Yeah... if I could turn back the clock, I'd probably go to a bigger school like UW, just cause of the more extensive (A) academic resources and (B) social opportunities. Definitely wouldn't consider TESC for grad school, simply for item (A). But yeah, it was what it was.

I never liked teachers or schools that factored attendance into the grade... I think it's bullshit, personally. Control-freakery and education do not (er, should not) mix. For my first two years of high school, I slept thru a good portion of my first- and second-period classes. And I remember some teachers not giving a damn, and some getting visibly offended/perturbed/etc by it... I always wanted to say "WTF, jackson?? You ain't volunteering for this shit. You're getting PAID... and I'm not disturbing the class, I'm just not participating." OK.. that was high school. Fast forward to college, when I did actually start doing work. As it happened, I was never the type who was able to cut classes and still get good grades... I had to come to every class, stay awake, listen carefully to lecture, take lotta notes, ask questions, etc. But I did have some friends who were able to cut class a lot and still do well... and more power to them.

OK, I'm heading out for a bike ride. get a life, you all!!! and believe it or not... "life" does not equate "high post-count on CC.com"!

dude. no shit. funny, .... when Chaps first appeared on the scene, what was that, about .... 2 months ago? .. he was constantly saying how this place was "mostly fluff". I didn't think so then, but I do think it's sorta gone downhill since then. Seems like lately the percentage of posts which are these short little 1-word quips has gone up dramatically. ahh, but there's enough funny and/or meaningful stuff, here and there, that i keep sifting thru the bullshit.

awwww.... just when I was starting to think you were actually kinda cool..... (and by that I mean, well, something less than 100% bitch).... and even kinda funny sometimes too. but what does my opinion count... I've only got a measely 636 posts. ...and I've never climbed anything harder than 5.10, and very possibly never will.

from what I hear, the % of obese Canadians is pretty close to that of the US.. and the % in the UK is growing fast too. maybe it has something to do with the English language.