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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Jan 13 - 02:20 PM

Hey, folks, here is the mighty Lynn Miles, Canada's greatest songwriter, playing the very same Avalon guitar I recently bought from her...and it's a beauty.

Have a listen to her great song Fearless Heart


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 04 Jan 13 - 12:39 PM

Decisions, decisions: chiral gas chromatography or adult vs embryonic stem cells captured via catheter. Which should come first?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Jan 13 - 12:37 PM

Hmmm. Well, what if I wanted to try out being someone else for awhile? Why should I be limited to just being ME as ME is at the moment? Why should I feel threatened by the idea of change?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,The Multiverse Overlord
Date: 04 Jan 13 - 12:24 PM

I, Absolute Ruler of All Multiverses, whether Iambic, Pentic, Skaldic, Alexandrine, or Any Other,

I, Lord of All Fictons,

Have returned the creature "Rapparee" to the Universe wherein she, he, or it belongs.

Never again send him, her, or it Elsewhere, for My Rule will not be challenged.

You violate this command at the price of The Which Makes You You.

Love,
TMO


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Jan 13 - 11:58 AM

You, my friend, are an embarrassment to civilization. ;-) Fortunately, you don't exist in this time-space continuum, but are safely sequestered in a neighboring one that is a few parsecs over toward the Dark Rift. You've been put in quarantine.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 04 Jan 13 - 10:04 AM

I remember my Mom. Her warm embrace, her fur tickling my nose, being carried by the scruff of my next back to the den when I'd stray. Ah, for the good old days!

Unlike certain chimpanzees, I loved Mom and never sold any of my family into sexual servitude (a couple went willingly, though).


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 04 Jan 13 - 12:49 AM

Well...it might be that I just don't get warm, fuzzy feelings when I hear the word "Mom", Amos. It doesn't work for me. Personal history.

But your point is well taken. I shall refrain from further such attacks.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 10:36 PM

Sounds a treat maid! Glad you enjoyed.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 07:41 PM

Thank you for the Swamp Story, Rapparee.

I just returned home from an excursion to the south to visit the folks. They're all doing well, and now probably recuperating from the deluge of visitors my visit flooded on them. There were grandchildren galore, tearing all through the house at all hours. We had some delicious food and a lot of good time talking over old times. Early night tonight!

Eiseley


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 03:50 PM

Easier just to apply a Mohr's Circle analysis within which an inverse asymtote is incorporated using an undefined random variable, although it seems unmanagable at first glance. Essentially, it approches the theory of The Bird of Diminishing Returns in which the bird flies in ever decreasing circles, flies up it's own ass and disappears. The BoDRs theory is simply too empirical (hehehehe... I make myself LOL!) and, as such, the modified Mohr's circle analysis is favoured.

Or, you could just use all the C4 and run.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 03:34 PM

Okay. I won't. I promise not to blow up The Tavern. I also promise not to the burn it down. Neither up nor down. Hmmm...I could sort of rotate it, keeping it in the middle, so to speak...

If I set up a 6-D matrix with dimensions of 2 * 2 * 3 * 2 * 2 * 2:
G =
111111 121111 111211 121211
211111 221111 211211 221211
112111 122111 112211 122211
212111 222111 212211 222211
113111 123111 113211 123211
213111 223111 213211 22321
111112 121112 111212 121212
211112 221112 211212 221212
112112 122112 112212 122212
212112 222112 212212 222212
113112 123112
1213112 223112
113212 123212
213212 223212
111121 121121 111221 121221
211121 221121 211221 221221
112121 122121 112221 122221
212121 222121 212221 222221
113121
111122 121122 111222 121222
211122 221122 211222 221222
112122 122122 112222 12222
212122 222122
123121 113221 123221
213121 223121 213221 223221
212222 222222
113122 123122 113222 123222
213122 223122 213222 223222

then I can use Gaussian elimination to simplify the transitional bounds and with within a non-Euclidian fold...yeah, should work....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 02:52 PM

Rap, MOM is over petting cats in the tavern. So don't blow up the place.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 12:20 PM

Now, sirrah, you are going entirely too far. If I was not myself gasp[ing for every breath, wracked with fever and beaten by chills, hampered by ague and hacking like an old man at the moment I would take you severely to task. What happened tot he code of not messing around with others' creation, Mister Creative Virtue? Huh?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 10:24 AM

Hmmm. Well, in my reality, Rap, you ceased to exist around dawn this morning. You're just not there anymore. I realize you do exist in some other reality, and that's fine, but the fact that you're not in this one anymore is a bit disturbing. What shall we do about it?

Oh, and there is no such thing as "Mom" here either, in terms of this thread, I mean. The idea of a Mudcate thread being our "Mom" is a completely fallacious concept which has no bearing on reality. It doesn't hold water. It does not compute. "That dog won't hunt", to quote Bobert.

In short, my dear fellow, you and a few others here are engaging in a daily fantasy which makes my daily fantasies look profoundly real and substantial in comparison.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 03 Jan 13 - 10:02 AM

Mom! Look at you! Hanging around the fiscal cliff and the GOP on your way back (or is it to?) that disreputable Tavern! Why, I do believe I detect the faint odor of alcohol on your breath...and clothing...and cane...and hat...and....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 02 Jan 13 - 03:44 PM

Indeed! BRAVO! BRAVO!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 02 Jan 13 - 12:13 PM

See, that right there, that's good BS. BEst kind, even world class. Rare, round firm, and fully packed. Yowzah.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Jan 13 - 10:10 PM

All right, you asked for it! Just to show you that I AM the Master of All Creation here's one of my creations!!

       Like most summer days, it was hot, sweaty, humid, and boring. There had been no rain for at least five or six days, the Fourth of July was past, the grass was brown, and all that there was to look forward to was school starting at the end of the August. Luckily, it was still July, so we still had some time to lay around and read and cut grass and play and go swimming and stuff.

        Still, it was boring because we'd read all of the books we'd gotten from the library and the grass was cut and the weeding was done and we were tired of playing with each other and the swimming pool was closed.

        "You know something?" said Tony one day. "This is really boring."

        "We could have a fight," Ted suggested.

        "Nah," I said, "we did that an hour ago and Mom said that if we did it again she'd Take Appropriate Action, and I don't want to find out what that means."

        "Good thought," said Tony.

        "Hey," said Ted, "let's go take a walk. Not a long one, like a hike or something, just a walk. We could go look around the southeast part of the northwest corner of the Swamp. We've never really looked around there much before."

        "It's too hot," I said and Tony poured a whole glass of ice water down my back and said, "Not now, I bet!" and laughed and laughed and Ted joined him.

        "Okay," I said resignedly, "let's go tell Mom we're going." And we did, and she just shook her head about my really wet back.

        Off we went, a song in our hearts because the neighbors complained if we actually sang a song.

        Once in the southwest part of the northwest corner of the Swamp we had to turn around because we were supposed to be in the southeast corner and naturally we blamed each other for getting us lost even though we really weren't. We just liked to blame things on each other.

        Off we went in the southeast part of the northwest corner. It was very interesting, and Ted decided that we were probably the very first people who'd ever been in the part before. Tony disagreed.
        "Why do you think that we're not the first?" queried Ted. "I think we are."

        "Because," Tony explained, "it would be very unlikely that a section of land (even though it's Swamp) wasn't explored at least by the Indians. And I think I can say with some assurance that there are Certain Signs that indicate that we aren't the first people here."

        "Oh yeah?!" exclaimed Ted. "What sort of signs do your eagle-like eyes see that would lead you to think that, pray tell?"

        "Little things," said Tony. "The way the grass grows, for one."

        Ted sneered.

        "The contours of land, for another."

        Ted sneered again, but a lot more so.

        "The fence you're sitting on, which has a sign on it says 'Tuttle's Terribly Tender Turkeys' and a road leading through the gate over there, for still another."

        "Oh," said Ted, not sneering at all. "Oh. This good old fence and the good old sign. Well, I don't think that anyone else has been here for a very, very long time though."

        "Oh, I agree about that," said Tony.

        "Come on, you two," I interrupted. "Let's go up this old road and see what this is all about." And Ted jumped down off the fence and we set out up the old, overgrown road.

        Sure enough, it was an old farm. The barn was falling down and the house had already fallen into the cellar. We looked around, poking into this building and that. There were several long buildings that we finally figured out must have been where the turkeys were raised. Certain clues led us to conclude this, the most important ones being the signs that said "Turkey House One" "Turkey House Two" and so on.

        And it was obvious that the farm had once raised turkeys! There were signs for Tuttle's Terribly Tender Turkeys all over the place. There were even signs on the roof of the farm's old outhouse (we didn't go in there)!

        Finally, we sat down on a rickety old bench in the shade of an old tree.

        "You know," Ted said, "I think that this place was once owned by a family named Tuttle."

        "Brilliant, Sherlock," I commented. "Positively brilliant."

        "And they raised turkeys here."

        I turned to Tony and said, in awe, "His brilliance outshines the sun."

        "And the turkeys got loose and grew to enormous size, like maybe as much as fifteen feet tall."

        "You're nuts," Tony and I said together.

        "Then what made those tracks over there?" asked Ted, pointing.

        Sure enough, on the ground not more than twelve feet twelve inches away were a row of tracks that had to have been made by a gigantic bird, probably a turkey!

        "Good thing they're going away from us," said Ted.

        "Good thing they're going away from us," said Tony in agreement.

        "Even better thing that they're really, really old," I said.

        "Huh?" said Ted and Tony together.

        "Sure. Look at them. They've turned to stone ? they're fossilized!"

        And sure enough, they were.

        "Dinosaur footprints!" we said together in disbelief.

        "Hmmm..." Tony hummed. "Maybe not, maybe not. Remember what Dr. Edward Hitchcock thought about these kinds of tracks."

        "Who?" Ted and I queried.

        "Dr. Edward Hitchcock, of Amherst College somewhere out East, like in Rhode Island or Vermont or somewhere else.   He was a really top-notch scientist and when a local farmer brought him to see some tracks like these, Dr. Hitchcock said that he thought that they had been made by twelve-foot-high turkeys. And he collected a lot of footprints and became a Renowned Expert and always held that they were made by twelve-foot-high turkeys."

        "Ah, just for the record, when was this?" I asked Tony.

        "Around 1830, I think. But he lived a real long time! And he's very famous!"

        Ted and I just shook our heads.

        "OW!" shouted Tony.

        "What's up with you?" I asked as he went "OW!" again.

        "You pinched me. Hard!" he said.

        "I did not! I was shaking my head in dis ? OW! OW! Ted, cut that out!"

        "Cut what OW! out?" asked Ted.

        We were jumping around, slapping at whatever was pinching us or...and then I recognized it. We were being pecked!

        "Hey, we're being pecked, not pinched!" I shouted.

        "Well, it still hurts!" Ted yelled back. "So stop it!" And just then he was hit right in the face with a big ball of really squooshy mud!

        "Whoa!" shouted Tony. "Let's get out of here!" And more balls of stinky, wet mud came flying at us!

        We ran. We ran really fast, past the old turkey houses and past the old barn and past the old collapsed house and down the old overgrown road and out the gate and there we fell panting on the grass. The pecking had stopped and no more mud was being flung at us.

        Slowly we got out breath back, and we walked over to a spring and had a long drink of cool water. Ted washed the nasty mud off his face and shirt and we set out for home.

        When we got there, we asked Mom about Tuttle's Terribly Tender Turkeys. She explained that many, many years ago a family named Tuttle raised turkeys on a farm somewhere. They never told anyone where it was, because they wanted to keep their turkey-raising secrets secret. One day, they moved away, and the only reason they ever gave was that "the ghosts of the old turkeys wouldn't let us alone." And nobody had ever found their old farm, until we did, of course. And we didn't tell Mom or anyone because we felt that it was better that way.

        Naturally, we talked about what had happened among ourselves. We even told Martha, who hadn't been there because she had been taking a course in Summer School, which we thought was a waste of summer. But she figured it out. She asked us a lot of questions, and finally we admitted that as we ran away we'd heard a sort of laughing "gobble gobble" sound around us. That made it clear to her that we had been attacked, like the Tuttles many years before, by poultrygeists.

        It never stopped us from eating turkey, though.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 01 Jan 13 - 03:50 PM

...gaining perverts by the thousands!

Yeah, that's probably true.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 01 Jan 13 - 02:04 PM

That's a great pic of grampsgnu.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 01 Jan 13 - 12:47 PM

Have a great gnu year, everyone!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 01 Jan 13 - 11:33 AM

Your answer, Rap, proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are completely in the dark regarding the reality I speak of. This puts you in a condition usually described as "blissful ignorance", and I hope that you may derive much happiness from it. ;-)

Meanwhile, the Apostolic Church of Chongo is spreading like wildfire from Effigy, South Dakota all across the region, gaining converts by the thousands! Could this result in a Chongo presidency by acclamation in 2016?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 01 Jan 13 - 11:00 AM

I am predestinated... I know where I am going. Just dunno when. Maybe after lunch.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 10:12 PM

Look, understand this: I CREATED everything. This universe and all other universes, all realities, every-f'ing-thing.

You only think you have Free Will, but of course that's predestined.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 09:24 PM

Perhaps you are unaware of the entire parallel universe reality I am speaking of....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 07:12 PM

There are several renowned effigies in South Dakota (North, too, for that matter) but there is no town, city, village, hamlet, ghost town, collection of shacks, or crossroads named "Effigy" in either State.

Besides, I have not given Approval for such carryings-on. Perhaps you are confusing this naive idea with the annual motorcycle worship in Sturgis.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 05:38 PM

LH... "The one with the most impeccable coiffure is Harper. The one with the longest beak is Mulroney."

HAHAHHAHAHAAA!!!

All laffs aside... still two vultures on the flesh of all Canucks and the innocent people they indentured and kill(ed) in far away lands and here in Canuckistan.

Sorry... no more thread drift from me on this travesty. This thread is about Mom and apple pie.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 04:52 PM

News just in! People have started worshipping Chongo in Effigy. Effigy, South Dakota, that is. Crowds of accolytes have been gathering at the Shrine of Chongo and placing offerings of bananas. It's not clear what or who started off this cult, but it appears to be only a local phenomenon at present. The Apostolic Church of Chongo claims to have over 300 adherents in their growing congregation.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 04:46 PM

Yes, I'm merging them into one impeccably coiffed, long-nosed, entity. I think I'll call him "Pinocchio."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 04:19 PM

The one with the most impeccable coiffure is Harper. The one with the longest beak is Mulroney.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 01:08 PM

Hard to tell Mulroney and Harper apart in those pics, SRS.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 11:56 AM

You are sooooooo generous and kind to your creations, Rap. Truly a compassionate deity.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 09:59 AM

Please see the New Year's Resolution I have solemnly sworn, over in the Tavern. Mom will be proud of me.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 31 Dec 12 - 12:50 AM

We are in SLC. We go home on the 10 a.m. bus tomorrow morn. My MIL is still dying and we may have to return to Merry Land within the next two weeks...but who can tell?

Amos, LH -- you don't have Martins. Those are actually plastic guitars from Sears. I just make you think that they are Martins. A Martin is not, really, a guitar, but a bohran. The Martin company only makes 'rans. And that Apolowhosis is actually a toy ukelele that plays "Polly Wolly Doodle" when you turn the crank, but I have clouded both of your minds so you think things are what they are not.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: GUEST,999
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 09:53 PM

In binary, that last post was number 1011011011101101.

Prime number, btw.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 06:59 PM

Look, MOM got a photo

And here!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 06:30 PM

Agreed, gnu. As for as I'm concerned, Canada has been given over to USA corporate/military-industrial interests by both Brian Mulroney and Stephen Harper. We see the damage all around us, and it keeps getting worse. They might as well have been appointed directly by Washington's insider lobbyists to do their bidding, rather than elected by Canadian citizens. The one place that seems deliriously happy about it is Alberta, our very own version of Texas in the Northland.

But, hey, I'd much rather talk about great guitars. Know what I mean? I can get some pleasure and satisfaction from a good guitar.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: gnu
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 05:35 PM

"Mr. Calabrese, an especially vicious member of the Chicago organized crime family known as the Outfit, was serving a life sentence after his conviction, with four other men, on racketeering charges in September 2007 in what became known as the Family Secrets trial.

The trial was the result of years of federal investigation aimed at weakening the Outfit and clearing 18 unsolved murder cases dating to the 1970s. A jury found Mr. Calabrese the perpetrator of seven of the murders, but at a sentencing hearing in January 2009, Judge James Zagel of Federal District Court, by his own reading of the evidence, held him responsible for six additional killings."

Fuckin sick shit. Never used to happen in my Canada until the RCMP got their wings clipped under Mulroney. Before that, the fuckers were kept marginal. Now, the mafiaSSS... Italian, Greek, Asian, Bikers, and more... ply their shit "openly" - fer fuck sake! We got a strip club across the street from Moncton High School! How sick is that shit?

Harper tells us killing people 8000 miles away is a good thing because these people we SHOULD kill denigrate and subjugate women but the fucker allows this same fuckin shit across the street from a high school in Moncton, NB? WWWWWWTF?

Your rant may vary. Void where apathy is... well, there are so many choices, eh?

Sorry... that rant doesn't belong here in this thread. But, I am postin it anyway.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 04:46 PM

Hmm. It's quite confusing, isn't it, Amos? Sort of like Russian dolls inside Russian dolls inside more Russian dolls.

Maybe we should forget about trying to figure it out and just spend more time playing our fine guitars. You have a Martin and an Appolonio, don't you? That's an embarrassment of riches! I am similarly embarrassed, with a Martin HD-28 and an Avalon guitar I bought from Lynn Miles after she'd been playing it in concerts all over the world for at least the last 6 years. Yeesh! What an incredible guitar it is...it has amazing clarity.

As for Lynn, she's simply THE finest songwriter around as far as I'm concerned. You may not know about her, but do an Internet search and you'll find her easily enough on Youtube, Myspace, and elsewhere. She's a veteran folksinger and songwriter from the Ottawa area in Canada...is about 10 years younger than you and I (I would assume, in your case).

Here's a photo of her and the guitar from Avalon's website:

http://www.avalonguitars.com/artists/lynn_miles.php

And here's her website:

http://www.lynnmilesmusic.com/

When it comes to both songwriting and the performing of those songs, I'd rather go to see a Lynn Miles show than see Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, or any other performer or band that I can think of...so having the guitar she played onstage for the better part of the last 10 years is kind of like unexpectedly becoming the owner of the Holy Grail.

Pretty close to that. ;-)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 03:06 PM

Now, here's a paradox. Rapp insists that all of us are HIS invented characters. So that means he is the only one who can be messed with by us, as the others are all his fictional characters. On the other hand it is a truism that such Gods, as Rapp presents himself to be, are artifacts of human creativity and therefore fictional characters. Therefore he is off-limits himself, being a fictional deity. But if that is the case his assertion that we are fictional characters is also, itself, a fiction and therefore discountable so we can proceed to mess with each other and inject our creativity into our threads of each others' lives. But that means, I am entitled to inject imaginary content into Little Hawk's time-stream, which would include making sisters for his created chimpanzee. Maybe all this is too confusing, and we should just have a free-for-all.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 02:37 PM

Matter of fact, Amos, Chongo and his friends in the Chicago Police force as well as many of his civilian primate buddies have been toasting the death of the late and unlamented Frankie Breeze in a celebratory fashion. No one seems to mourn his passing! I wonder why? ;-) You have indeed been restraining yourself on the Chinga stuff lately, and it is appreciated. I was just reminding you and Rap of the Golden Rule as regards other people's fictional characters. Nothing more than that. Keep Rap in mind. He is utterly shameless, and must be chided for it now and then or he might become even more incorrigible than he is already.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 12:29 PM

Amos has the rear-end loader at his place. Maybe Gluon used IT.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 09:56 AM

Oh, look, someone filled the bird feeder, there are vultures hopping around the yard. Who found the roadkill bison? (Whoever must have had gluon pick it up and deliver it 'cause the front-end loader is still in the shop.)


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 09:53 AM

My condolences to Chongo on the passing of his long-time friend and mentor, Frankie "the Breeze", who passed away in Chicago recently. I am sure C. is all at sixes and sevens wondering which way to turn now.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 08:25 AM

Now that I think about it, it WAS that redheaded bosun from HMS Higgs. She could drink any seven men and fourteen boys under the table and then go aboard dead sober, that Higgs Bosun.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 01:04 AM

Some poor sod is going to Google "Higgs boson" one day and land on the MOAB and be confused as hell with those search results . . .


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 30 Dec 12 - 12:24 AM

First of all, LH, the discontinuity in your idea is too silly to mention. The word you were looking for is Cabron, and there is no rhyme or reason to assume Gluon would have a sibling of any sort, being a subatomic particle sort of guy, let alone one with a Spanish name. Chinga, contrariwise, is a perfectly good street name, and resonates nicely with Chongo, and her desperate fall into houses of ill-repute is perfectly consistent with his into the dark underbelly of criminal types in Chicago. These things have to be done with style, see? It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing, as my pal Duke useter say.

Anyway, I already agreed to stop injecting Chinga's story into things, and here you are revving the whole thing up again!! Wassamaddah you?



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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Little Hawk
Date: 29 Dec 12 - 09:46 PM

Hit him with the Triple Dog Dare, Rap! That gets 'em every time.

And be glad I don't start making up false tales about how Gluon sold his aging mother and his poor sister Pinche' Cavron into a life of slavery and sin on the streets of old Chihauhua. ;-) I'm just not that nasty, you see. I respect your fictional characters and I wish them well and would certainly not dream of meddling in their lives in so capricious and hurtful a manner.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 29 Dec 12 - 07:38 PM

So? Sue me. I dare ya. I double dare ya.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 29 Dec 12 - 03:23 PM

I borrowed a tune, Sir, but you borrowed the engine and the whole switching yard!


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