Artknocker
Underground Idol
"No bloviating--that's my job."
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Post by Artknocker on Nov 25, 2005 17:06:33 GMT -5
Mine either. It would be whittled away to nothing.
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Post by RocDoc on Nov 25, 2005 18:57:00 GMT -5
I meant the fingers...the FINGERS, dudes...
Before fondling whatever multiple penises apparently common among the population of the haz mat-glutted Indiana...:>D
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Post by Ayinger on Nov 25, 2005 19:45:47 GMT -5
HEY! I resemble that insultation!!!
meanwhile...ART!!! Dude, that you?!?!? Hope things are well -- you an' the Topster' still bangin' about Texas???
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Post by RocDoc on Nov 26, 2005 17:01:53 GMT -5
He said Bangin'...heh...heh.
Art! Your cue!
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Artknocker
Underground Idol
"No bloviating--that's my job."
Posts: 320
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Post by Artknocker on Dec 3, 2005 16:29:45 GMT -5
Well, Don, I'm banging about the entire South as I've had to go back OTR to make a living. That's why y'all don't see me here anymore (almost).
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Post by strat-0 on Dec 13, 2005 22:08:13 GMT -5
Here's the beach wedding story, for the Scottsies and Luke, et al...
My good buddy, band mate, and sax player and I go a long way back. We’ve had some good times. One time was when we went to FL with our wives for a wedding and vacation and, well…
...A friend of theirs was getting married in Pensacola, and the sax player’s wife and another friend of theirs rented a big house. This other guy was going to photograph the wedding, and the sax player and I were to provide the music. We hadn’t met this fellow before, and had some reservations about the five of us staying there together for nearly a week. But what a terrific time we had! We swam in the clear, blue-green gulf, and lay on the fine, sugar-white beach. We cooked fresh fish and steaks on the charcoal grill, and ate in fine restaurants. At night we partied, of course, and played dice games. The photographer turned out to be a great guy, and he’s still a good friend. The wedding came off great. It was on the beach, and we all went to the reception/party that followed. It was quite a festive occasion! Remember the Macarena? Yeah. . . We tried to drink all the beer in Florida that week. It wasn’t our fault, partly. The sax player had been doing some fishing (before we came down, and after) and had put some squid for bait in the refrigerator, and it spoiled. Everything in the refrigerator took on the pungent odor of rotten squid, including the ice in the freezer. Squid-cicles. So, even if you might have only wanted an iced soft drink, you had to reach for a beer. Well, that’s what we told ourselves, anyway. What a time that was. We all agreed we’d have to do it again. The photographer still talks about that trip, to this day.
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Post by luke on Jan 1, 2006 23:54:44 GMT -5
My fucking throat hurts from puking so much all day. Quite relaxing now, though, just me, the pugs, XM radio, the computer and some video games. Wife's away at her parents' to go to a funeral tomorrow.
Absolutely tragic story surrounding the funeral. This woman who's kids my wife used to baby sit, and who she taught with flew to Indiana to see her parents. Her immediate family all drove up and got there a little later.
Anyway, she flew back on the airplane and her family drove. On the way back, her family- husband, her two kids, and only grandkid- got run down by an eighteen wheeler.
When her plane landed, the state troopers made her stay on after everyone got off, and broke the news to her. Right now, they have her amped up on all sorts of drugs and give her shots so she can fall asleep. She's just staring off in the distance, muttering the occasional "I lost everything."
Her only remaining family is in Indiana, and she doesn't have too many close friends here. It's one of those deals that you almost can't feel sad about because the magnitude is just so fucking huge. It's impossible for me to imagine something like that happening. I don't even know where to begin thinking about it.
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Post by rockkid on Jan 2, 2006 2:04:49 GMT -5
Whoa beyond tragic. Loosing one person is enough but the whole family.
Sad to say I fear its going to take this poor woman along time to recover from that. If at all.
What a horrid story.
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Post by strat-0 on Jan 2, 2006 14:04:46 GMT -5
Some things you can never recover from. You just learn to carry on.
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Post by chrisfan on Jan 2, 2006 14:37:54 GMT -5
Very true Strat. I'll never forget the comment that a family friend made to me when her husband died. She and I were talking about how her goal needed to be for each day to be a little better than the day before until eventually ... but neither of us could fill in the eventually. After a moment or two, she said, "And eventually, it'll be barable again, because it will never be normal again.". Luke, I will say a prayer for this woman and hope that life will be barable for her again sooner than later.
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Post by tuneschick on Jan 3, 2006 14:26:06 GMT -5
My god, that's unbelievable. It's impossible to even know what to say to that.
A similar thing happened to my friend's family when I was in high school. My friend, her brother and her parents were in southern Ontario on vacation when their car was t-boned by a dump truck. Her father was the only one to survive. Two weeks later his sister - his only remaining family - died from cancer.
I have no idea how people get through something like this, but I imagine it's pretty much like strat and Chris said. Just im-fucking-possible for me to even fathom.
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Post by luke on Jan 3, 2006 14:44:51 GMT -5
Update on that situation:
My wife went to the funeral, but ended up not going in because there was a line at the door. The lady's son and daughter were in high school and college, respectively, and both high school and college were out for break, so a lot of "spectators" who didn't have much else to do that day were there as a big mass.
So my wife is going in to color her mom's hair later this week, and will stop by the lady's house personally.
Apparently the lady is at least coherent again, as she was greeting some people at the funeral. I'm sure she's still in a whole 'nother world, but she's at least moving around.
Who knows if she'll make it, though. She's about 46 or 47.
tunes- Yeah, that's an equally terrible story. Just awful stuff with no possible silver lining.
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Post by Ayinger on Jan 11, 2006 23:37:15 GMT -5
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primixed
Streetcorner Musician
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Post by primixed on Jan 12, 2006 10:16:24 GMT -5
Ayinger, thank you for giving me yet another way to waste my time.
I got to nine in about 15 minutes. Yay.
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Post by strat-0 on Jan 12, 2006 10:25:59 GMT -5
9 here. So far. Those 5's are hard to gauge.
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