JimTyrrell: If ya wanna stay in the worst trailer in the best trailer park in WP, MO, come on over!
Caravan Ray: I hate sunglasses...and wristwatches. They both seem to break or get lost way to frequently to buy good ones.
King Arthur:
EDIT: I wrote the below before I saw the big long craziness of the religious discussion. My comments below are completely unrelated.
I was in and out of church until I was 15, then heavily out (I even worked for a comic book store where I stole shitloads of comics and sports cards; BTW I made it right with the owner and even drove 7 hours to apologize to him 4 years later). Then I got HEAVILY into it until I was 19. This went to the point where I thought I was "filled with the holy ghost" (but really, it was the same thing that happens when a concert hits 90db), I sold off my entire collection of 400+ CDs (this happened 3 times; I would buy up the CDs then become convinced God wanted me to get rid of my "secular" music through way of the youth leaders at church), and so on and so forth. The best thing it did for me during those teen years? Kept me out of trouble, out of drugs, and in school. The worst? Kept me out of trouble, out of drugs, and made me feel suicidal because "I couldn't live up to the standard".
Then when I was 19, my brand new wife (the only one, in fact) and I had a big argument. I walked out and just started walking (kinda like Forrest, only walking instead of running). After a while, I came to the realization that I was too UNhappy trying to live that life and I had decided that I had always felt "there may be a God, but not necessarily the way it is in The Bible". I then walked home and told my wife this is what I've decided. She accepted it (at the time with some shock and amazement) and SINCE THAT DAY, I have been at least 50% happier every single day of my life (now 8 years) and have NEVER been depressed for longer than a few minutes. Prior, I saw a counselor several times trying to work through my depression to a very limited success. But now I realize it was more almost-self-inflicted-repression than depression.
Anywho, I started writing lyrics and singing at 15 just before my "religious period" hit, so it continued through the religion and I do have some of those tracks. In fact, I wrote a song for a wedding (10 years later, I don't even speak to those people!) and someone made a midi and sheet music for it. In fact, I even received a letter in the snail mail one day asking permission to use the song in their wedding! It can be found here:
http://www.users.zetnet.co.uk/mlehr/ref ... hnkgod.htm
If you wanna hear some more of my lost religious songs, PM me and I'll dig em up. One is even a bible verse set to music (can't remember which verse):
"Persecuted but not forsaken,
cast down but not destroyed,
sinful but we're forgiven,
for we are in the Lord"
I got 2nd place performing this at a pentecostal youth music competition; and that was before my voice had gotten "good"! Anyways, that's a pretty long response! Can'o'worms. Can'o'worms.
EmbersofAutumn: No freakin' clue. Maybe she could draw on her chest a page long scene, then you could take her to San Diego Comic Con and have her flash important comic book big wigs. If she flashes long enough, they may get around to actually looking at the art.
Paco del Stinko: Blue, just look at his avatar. Dirty old man if I ever saw one!
HeuristicsInc: Whatever someone else recommended...but it would prob be a Mac with Garageband: I hear that's some sweet shit.
Hoblit: $16: the amount in my pocket. Getting Plaid (Paid to get Laid): priceless.
Leaf: Yes...ever since I was 19: see my response to the King.
Jolly Roger: MC Eric. J/K! Live? The sound was horrible when we saw Visqueen at Bumbershoot. Recorded? Its hard to say; I've heard a LOT of crap. Probably a noob on SF. Oh wait, Leonard Nimoy's album. HORRIBLE!
Billy's Little Trip: It used to be Lasagna, but now it is Mexican. For a while, I would go to Taco Bell 2 to 5 times a week and the local Mexican restaurant 2 to 4 times a week. Mmmm...Mexican. I make some friggin' sweet fajitas. When I build my house, maybe I should host a SF Live: I'll make a shitload of fajitas (probably 3 or 4 different kinds). To get here, you'll wanna fly to Kansas City, St Louis, or Memphis, then drive three and a half hours to the Missouri/Arkansas border (just look for the middle of nowhere). We'll have 3 kegs of a great local microbrew and plenty of camping grounds available. There will be a few hotels in town if you aren't the outdoors type.
Jefff: Neither.
Lunkhead: Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'm hoping to become a famous musician but still compete (spelling!?) on SF. I'm pretty sure the later will happen.
Starfinger: Don't know.
Fodroy: He's not! He's just one tall mutha!
<b>Now I have a real question: Did I miss anyone's question?</b>
EDIT: Yippie! I made this thread flip over to 4 pages!
