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#1861
Posted 01 November 2005 - 6:00 AM
Green light for U2! I'll be going with my brother - just like old times, he took me to my first concert which was U2 back in 1985!
So, we just got back from trick-or-treating with my son and his friend from school. We didn't go trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, we hit up the residential areas closer into town instead. We trudged all the way up this one street because we'd heard there was this woman handing out these legendary caramel apples, and the boys, they were so excited. Sort of off in the ditance we heard some freaky calliope sounding music, like some twisted carnival organ that sounded like something out of Something Wicked This Way Comes. We decided to walk toward the house where the music was coming from, and we saw it all decorated with pumpkins and orange lights. The house was on a hillside, so there was a couple flights of stairs leading up to the front door. The boys wanted me to accompany them because they were thirsty and too shy to ask for a drink of water.
The music stops for a bit, and as we began making our way up the flights of stairs, more scarey calliope music thunders out of the open windows of the house. We get up to the doorway which was open save for a screen door, and I immediately wanted to bolt right back down the stairs and into the safety of the street. Inside the house there was a creepy old guy who had a look in his eyes indicating that perhaps he'd tripped a bit too far and hard in the 60's. He was standing in front of a small rack of synthesizers and he was emotively pounding away at the keys, almost oblivious to our presence. To top it all off, he was dressed up, I shit you not, as a freaky fucking acid clown - complete with a bulbous red nose, wild wig, massive cone shaped clown hat - the whole get up.
The kids were instantly terrified and frozen on the doorstep. There was no way in hell I was going to ask this freak for a glass of water.
"ENTER THIS HOOOOOUUUUUUSE!!!" said the acid clown into a microphone he had hooked up to his gear. He wasn't moving toward the candy which was off to the side sitting on a very nice baby grand piano. I glanced around and the poor kids were just standing on the doorstep.
"ENTER THIS HOOOOOUUUUUUSE!!!" the acid clown said again, his voice bellowing through the mic, calliope music still being played. "SAY YOUR NAMES INTO THE MICROPHONE... SAY YOUR NAMES INTO THE MICROPHONE AND YOU CAN HAVE THE CANDYYYYYYYYY....!!"
It was quite surreal, but at this point I was too amused. I reassured the kids it would be OK since stash was just downstairs listening to everything. The apprehension as the kids approached the mic and timidly said their names was near comical. The acid clown was loving every second of it, "VERY GOOD... VERY GOOD... TAKE AS MUCH CANDY AS YOU'D LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE"
I half expected him to start saying "You are all my children nooooooooooow", but instead, as we were leaving, he started twiddling these knobs and all these weird chemical sounding noises came out. "UFO noises" as my son's friend called them, "Tom and Ed noises" as my son referred to them as.
Then we all booked it down the stairs at breakneck speed, laughing our asses off.
It was the highlight of the boys' night. Even though we never found the magical house that bore magical caramel apples.
So, we just got back from trick-or-treating with my son and his friend from school. We didn't go trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, we hit up the residential areas closer into town instead. We trudged all the way up this one street because we'd heard there was this woman handing out these legendary caramel apples, and the boys, they were so excited. Sort of off in the ditance we heard some freaky calliope sounding music, like some twisted carnival organ that sounded like something out of Something Wicked This Way Comes. We decided to walk toward the house where the music was coming from, and we saw it all decorated with pumpkins and orange lights. The house was on a hillside, so there was a couple flights of stairs leading up to the front door. The boys wanted me to accompany them because they were thirsty and too shy to ask for a drink of water.
The music stops for a bit, and as we began making our way up the flights of stairs, more scarey calliope music thunders out of the open windows of the house. We get up to the doorway which was open save for a screen door, and I immediately wanted to bolt right back down the stairs and into the safety of the street. Inside the house there was a creepy old guy who had a look in his eyes indicating that perhaps he'd tripped a bit too far and hard in the 60's. He was standing in front of a small rack of synthesizers and he was emotively pounding away at the keys, almost oblivious to our presence. To top it all off, he was dressed up, I shit you not, as a freaky fucking acid clown - complete with a bulbous red nose, wild wig, massive cone shaped clown hat - the whole get up.
The kids were instantly terrified and frozen on the doorstep. There was no way in hell I was going to ask this freak for a glass of water.
"ENTER THIS HOOOOOUUUUUUSE!!!" said the acid clown into a microphone he had hooked up to his gear. He wasn't moving toward the candy which was off to the side sitting on a very nice baby grand piano. I glanced around and the poor kids were just standing on the doorstep.
"ENTER THIS HOOOOOUUUUUUSE!!!" the acid clown said again, his voice bellowing through the mic, calliope music still being played. "SAY YOUR NAMES INTO THE MICROPHONE... SAY YOUR NAMES INTO THE MICROPHONE AND YOU CAN HAVE THE CANDYYYYYYYYY....!!"
It was quite surreal, but at this point I was too amused. I reassured the kids it would be OK since stash was just downstairs listening to everything. The apprehension as the kids approached the mic and timidly said their names was near comical. The acid clown was loving every second of it, "VERY GOOD... VERY GOOD... TAKE AS MUCH CANDY AS YOU'D LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE"
I half expected him to start saying "You are all my children nooooooooooow", but instead, as we were leaving, he started twiddling these knobs and all these weird chemical sounding noises came out. "UFO noises" as my son's friend called them, "Tom and Ed noises" as my son referred to them as.
Then we all booked it down the stairs at breakneck speed, laughing our asses off.
It was the highlight of the boys' night. Even though we never found the magical house that bore magical caramel apples.
be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle
#1865
Posted 01 November 2005 - 6:38 PM
Haehe :) what a cool man! That must have been a creepy experience for the kids :). Unfortunetly we don't celebrate halloween here, but we have made a couple of pumpkin-scary-heads-with-lights-in-it (what do you call it?!)
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Another good reason to NOT buy cd's:
http://www.sysintern...tal-rights.html
WTF do the record-companies want?!
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Another good reason to NOT buy cd's:
http://www.sysintern...tal-rights.html
WTF do the record-companies want?!
#1866
Posted 01 November 2005 - 6:44 PM
More about sony's DRM fuckshitstupid - http://www.f-secure.com/weblog/
#1867 toomuchstash
Posted 01 November 2005 - 7:07 PM
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Haehe :) what a cool man! That must have been a creepy experience for the kids :). Unfortunetly we don't celebrate halloween here, but we have made a couple of pumpkin-scary-heads-with-lights-in-it (what do you call it?!)
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Another good reason to NOT buy cd's:
http://www.sysintern...tal-rights.html
WTF do the record-companies want?!
Jack O'Lanterns
#1870
Posted 01 November 2005 - 8:16 PM
#1871 toomuchstash
Posted 01 November 2005 - 8:37 PM
That's why I almost never, ever buy CDs, and the CDs that I do buy I never, ever put them in my computer.
For example, Whirly bought a copy of the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's new album. I want a copy. Instead of copying the one I purchased, I downloaded a very high quality rip and will burn that for my own personal copy.
For example, Whirly bought a copy of the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's new album. I want a copy. Instead of copying the one I purchased, I downloaded a very high quality rip and will burn that for my own personal copy.
#1873
Posted 02 November 2005 - 1:25 AM
I just made a new gMail account there. Its for me and all my friends' party pictures, so whenever we want them we just go to this, and anytime a new party comes round and we get pictures, it goes on this. With 2gb of space and all the pic's compressed it'll hopefully last forever.
Just a few minor problems, seeing im kinda new to gMail, how do you use it the way we want to(saving pictures to the gmail account so people can save them to their pc's)
Would I:
1. Attach them all to a draft on my hotmail/other gMail account and send it to my gMail account for everyone else.
2. Go to the Compose new email link and attach the files there and save them to the drafts?
Or is there another way of doing it ?
Just a few minor problems, seeing im kinda new to gMail, how do you use it the way we want to(saving pictures to the gmail account so people can save them to their pc's)
Would I:
1. Attach them all to a draft on my hotmail/other gMail account and send it to my gMail account for everyone else.
2. Go to the Compose new email link and attach the files there and save them to the drafts?
Or is there another way of doing it ?
#1874
Posted 03 November 2005 - 2:01 AM
check this out:
http://www.jakespain.co.uk/
my mate jakes website of his pics - they're pretty mad!!
if u go to the section marked 'worthing' - thats my hometown - if u look closely enough, you'll spy a mips, m'chebne and his lady charlie mooching about hehehe
i have just disgusted myself with thescent of my own farts. ha.
i am also quite pissed. nyak nyak.
:P
http://www.jakespain.co.uk/
my mate jakes website of his pics - they're pretty mad!!
if u go to the section marked 'worthing' - thats my hometown - if u look closely enough, you'll spy a mips, m'chebne and his lady charlie mooching about hehehe
i have just disgusted myself with thescent of my own farts. ha.
i am also quite pissed. nyak nyak.
:P
#1880
Posted 03 November 2005 - 4:16 PM
yeh i did, i wouldnt say we were mates but i knew him to say hello to. im back home at the moment, and walked past his old house today haha. i was pretty good mates with his cousin too, i used to work with her.
saw his first ever gig, a band called 'lisp' and they were introduced by a guy with a lisp :? X-D - 'and now, plethe welcome - - LITHP!!' hahaha cue lots of mutley esque sniggering round the village hall. they covered guns n roses and pearl jam tunes.
i actually feel a bit for carl, he was trying to do the right thing by pete, but he got shafted really. i think pete's ego was being fed by some of his crew. oh well, im sure he'll be back.
saw his first ever gig, a band called 'lisp' and they were introduced by a guy with a lisp :? X-D - 'and now, plethe welcome - - LITHP!!' hahaha cue lots of mutley esque sniggering round the village hall. they covered guns n roses and pearl jam tunes.
i actually feel a bit for carl, he was trying to do the right thing by pete, but he got shafted really. i think pete's ego was being fed by some of his crew. oh well, im sure he'll be back.