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Shoutbox Is Back

So, let’s give this toy one last try. Scoll down below the Whitman quote leave a comment, if the mood strikes you.

Job Screening Interview Today

Off to Qwest’s downtown offices today to take a pre-screening test for a position at Qwest. So wish me well as I type my way back into society.

This Auction Is Closed

Another bizarre auction posting site. Some funny stuff.

Who Would Buy That?

Zoo Fest – Redux

A fine day yesterday as a gaggle of friends and family hit Denver City Park for a picnic and then a trip to the zoo. Three hours of focused walking, I am kinda beat today, but what a fun afternoon. Zoos are for kids, they say, but I had a great time. Monkeys and lions and tigers, oh my. Julie, Ed and Fun Shelly didn’t want to take in the bird house or the Tropical Adventures exhibit. They equated birds and lizards as not worthy – I think it is safe to call them scaredy cats. But the monkeys were captivating, as we just stared and stared at their human like features. They know when the audience wants a show. And the same seemed true for the elephant. She trumpeted and did some fancy foot work for the crowds gathered.

Guest Poem Du Jour

Sung to the tune of Springsteen’s “The Rising”

Can see bills in front of me
Can see credit man coming up behind
I make my way through this on-sale
I can't feel nothing but these debts that bind me
Lost track of how much I've spent
How much I've charged, how many I've bought
On my card's a ton of tickets
On my card, over a grand of charges

Come on up for the milking
Come on up, put your credit on the line
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, go into debt tonight

Signed online this morning
Error Messages filled the air
Picked up the phone started dialing
I got lucky, I'm going, oh yea!

Come on up for the milking
Come on up, add a show or more
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, is Bruce a whore?

oy,oy, oy,oy,oy,oy, oy,oy,oy

There's shows before and after me
Shows in July, now on August nights
May your bootlegs sustain me
Bruce, as I try for tickets, all day and night

oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy,oy

I see you Mary in section 323
In the stadium up so freakin high
There's a band playin way down below
Music fillin up the summer night
May you be able to see them
May you hear the sound way up high
A dream of a show comes to you
Like a video you watched, the other night

Summer of Bruce and tailgates (a dream of mine)
Summer of fun, summer not to forget (a dream of mine)
Summer of music and friendship (a dream of mine)
Summer of laughs, summer of debt (a dream of mine)
Summer of shows and bootlegs (a dream of mine)
His burnin' music fills our souls alright
Shows of passion and companionship (a dream of mine)
Shows with Bruce, fill up my life

Come on up for the milking
Come on up, add a show or more
Come on up for the milking
Come on up, is Bruce a whore?

oy,oy, oy,oy,oy,oy, oy,oy,oy
by Amy K.

Via a Springsteen Boot trading list on yahoo.groups.

Smile!

Back to my fascination with dead things (I don’t understand it either – celebrity dead pools, subscriptions to online obituary services, afternoons whiled away at cemeteries – it is a sub culture that for some reason fascinates me.) I present you with this A small collection of pictures of people who are all dead already. Notice the lack of smiles on these gentlemen’s faces.

Thank You Mr. President

I noticed that when President Bush gave one of his rare press conferences on Thursday, that it all seemed very scripted. The order of who would ask questions was laid out for him on his lecturn and he even joked that the affair was to go to plan. But the dean of the Washington Press Corps, Helen Thomas wasn’t accorded the chance to ask a question. Apparently it was the first time in 40 years that she didn’t put a question before a president in a press conference. And with the way the current White House works to control the media, (every White House does, but this one seems very good at it.) I wouldn’t be a bit surprised that the questions were submitted in advance, judging from the way that Bush – not known for his great extemporaneous speaking skills – answered those put before him.

Why You Should Love Mozilla

I first started trekking around the internet using Netscape Navigator five or six years ago. Netscape, back then, was cool. It was a finger-poke-in-the-eye to Internet Explorer and seemed to work very fast. Then Microsoft finally decided to take the internet seriously and advanced its Internet Explorer browser to a great application – IE6. But last summer and fall there kept popping up another story in the news about a security breach that was open in IE5 and IE6. I hunted around and moved over to Opera. A great browser with lots of toys but it was kind of buggy using Windows 2000 and not real friendly to broadband (I am told it is great with dial up users because of the way it does stuff on the back end.) Soon I came to Mozilla. The open source brother of Netscape. Mozilla looks and acts like Netscape. In fact Netscape 7.0 is basically an offshoot of Mozilla 1.1 or something or other. But it is so cool. It has lots of add on thingies, like mouse gestures you can add and skins to change the way the face looks. It has the all the cool functions of IE and Opera but best yet it is totally free. It can be modified, using a few points and clicks in the prefs section to avoid pop up and pop under ads and even to get rid of banner ads. That’s right, make those pesky x10 camera go away!. Yeah.
I could go on and on, but Matt Haughey, owner/operator of Metafilter says it all so much better here on his personal blog. Give it a read, install and use Mozilla and make Bill Gates even angrier.

Mozilla – THE killer app.

And I Can Even Stand Doug

I can only imagine that this book will be come a huge seller. Who do you know that isn’t at least secretly, if not openly, addicted to Trading Spaces! Via my Amazon.com recommendations list. Sigh! They have me pegged.