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Quote from: Camazotz Automat on April 26, 2008, 07:28:42 PM
THWACK!

(Throwing the Fred Flintstone multivitamins into the garbage.  Never felt quite right anyway, there not being any Harvey Korman-voiced Great Gazoos floating around in the bottle to call me "Dum-Dum" en mass.)

Alas, the Voice of the Great Gazoo passed into the Great Beyond today.  I was aware of the upcoming event (I remote view far better than Ed Dames, but who doesn't?) which is why I evoked the Great Harvey Korman a month ago on this board at the first logical opportunity - to time-stamp my vision.

Actual line from a Flintstones script:

Quote from: Art is the Best on April 29, 2008, 04:48:59 PM
Ick...fish tank...ha! Gross, but great reference!

You may have been the only one who noticed that ... 

Sharp eye you have.


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Quote from: PhantasticSanShiSan on May 21, 2008, 11:13:11 PM
*******THE SPICE!!!!!******

One question frere camazotz..... Fremen or Sardaukar? Personally, when D&G approaches, I head to Sietch Sinatra. You've never had a Martini till you've tried one made with the Water of Life w/ a stick of melange.

(Sietch Sinatra? Yet another ~Frank~ is added to the mix)

I AM the Kwisatz Haderach (sip)

and I WILL face the Gom Jabbar. (sip sip)

and when I stick my hand in the pain induction box while "under the needle," I will have a remote viewing moment of Don Coscarelli's 1979 Phantasm and young Mike facing a very Bene Gesseritesque fortune teller and the words Fear is the Killer as he sticks his hand in a box...

(I wonder if Herbert got upset over THAT?  I would have... God Bless Don Coscarelli and his visions, but that seemed a little too coincidental.  In Dune, the phrase was "Fear is the mind killer," but in Phantasm, it was "Fear is the killer." And Phantasm, like Dune, featured a box in which to place your hand as a test of will over pain and fear.  I don't recall any fallout from Herbert's camp over Phantasm.  Yet, when  Iron Maiden ASKED to use the word Dune as a song title, Herbert threatened to sue them and freeze the album's release! Take that, you bloody English Heavy Metal sandwyrms, I'll have none of that!)

~Who could have known when I referenced Habitrails in another posting I was making a sly reference to an incarcerated Muad'Dib?~

I wyrk on many levels.  My ways are from another place.  I was sent here to ... to ...  Never mind.

Right now, I'm working on another drink, though this EvB believes I partake of some caterpillar operated hookah as I sit on a mushroom!

"You can't clone a soul." 12:49 am CDST May 22 2008

Said in his best pious summing it all up for the lowly masses Worker In the Light voice when discussing the feasibility/ramifications of using DNA from the Shroud of Turin to clone a human being.  Just prior, George stressed that such a being would only be a physical copy of the man/image in the shroud.  Thus  allaying any listeners' fears of a biological Second Coming or perhaps a rogue Anti-Anti-Christ.

What a Gnostic Gnightmare you evoke by implication, George. (i.e., Matter is Evil, but let's clone just a physical Christ anyway.)

Blech.

Save your in depth logic for your privately issued set of Fortune Cookies.

"Oh, look," Blake said, traces of Kung Pao chicken still hanging from his teeth.  "Mine says, 'You can't clone a soul.' "

Well, praise the fat golden Buddha.


Just to be argumentative, George, when would such a soul come into play - for any cloned human?  For a traditionally conceived human being for that matter?

You know NOT of what you SPEAK in the first place but then declare rules for same.  Just as bad, on other shows, you have spewed information about the Guff of Souls based on your having watched Demi Moore's film The Seventh Sign.

Here's a clue: Pick up a book.  Any book.  Then open it.

How do you KNOW that the serpentine dual helix is not a specific "soul quantum antenna" that would in fact induct the exact same "soul" as did once inhabit those coils?  Say, from a collective source of spirit?  You know, water shaped like a glass only because it is in a glass?

Scotty from the Engine Room:  Am I getting THROUGH to ya, Lad?

The fact is, you don't know anything about the possible transmigration of souls to clones.  The fact IS, you don't know morphogenetic field theory from gingerbread men mold cutting - so just shut your egregious pie hole.

I think you would make a great sports announcer.

Can't clone a soul ... MEIN GOTT, George!  I don't think you could clone a planarian worm!  You're pissing me off tonight, and it takes a lot to piss me off, yet you did so first by implying you KNOW souls even exist then second by stating I can not clone one - as if that is some profound truth!?

Can't clone a soul?  I betcha I can clone a dumb ass! 

I have ALL the material I need.

Let us bray.

(my blood pressure is spiking as I type)

Observe how I am inserting IAN in odd places, creating at times questionable yet accurate words:

Portcullis + IAN
Golgotha + IAN
Damolces + IAN
Ambrosia + IAN

I wonder if that rotund son of a bitch is taking note of my efforts?

(laughing gently)

Quote from: EvB on May 21, 2008, 05:51:13 AM
Cam, honey -

As for St. H - do you really see that as a story of doom and gloom?  I thought, rather, it was a story of love.

Ev, baby... sweetie ... my little Ambrosian Lamb of God,

I am hesitant to explain my shards of uranium charged glass cast into this palaver - but you have caught me in a good mood, as I am preparing for my upcoming sabbatical. 

A Darker David Letterman: "Remember kids, June is Dead God Maintenance Month."

As to what I am smoking.  If you could but reside in this ~Golgothian Temple~ for a single day...

I did not state the St. Frank Herbert of Dune story was doom and gloom.  I said: In fact, if memory serves, it was the deer and cross logo on the J?germeister label itself that began our topic of doom, started by yours truly.  See "legend of Saint Herbert."

Began and Our.

Our topic of Gloom and Doom at the lodge being religion et al, only described as G&D now by retro foreshadowing, seeing as to where it led us and what actions were executed over the next several weeks.

We were doing shots and I, always the life/death of the party, innocently asked if anyone was aware of the history of this deer blood's consecrated label.  I merely wanted to talk about how St. Frank Herbert saw a sacred symbol in the stretched caul of an Arraki sandworm.  (other references, see Mezcal worm, Spice, Iraq,)

He who controls the spice, controls the universe.

I may be mixing myths here, but you understand. (sip)  I trust anyone who has visited Dante's Inferno has perused the epic Dune?

As far as the obviously ~inspiring~ "Necrotic Sharks" (I amuse myself here) ... they refer to three attorneys who will not allow the aforementioned three cases to die/lapse/settle.

I doubt there will be another Monday night meeting of the Order Of the Omniscient Bats lodge until all legal woes are truly "dead in the water." So to speak.

Speaking of Necrotic Sandworms, I am not convinced Brian Herbert's additions to Frank's legacy is wise.  One could view them as "dead books" in light of Herbert's passing.  Frank could be a real stick in the sand and I can't imagine his wanting the series to go beyond what had been published.  As an example of his prissiness, was it not in fact Mr. Herbert who became quite offended at Iron Maiden merely for wishing to use the word "Dune" in the title of the song now known as "To Tame A Land"?  I adore Frank's writing, but what a pompous Fremen!  Compare his vitriol to the more magnanimous Patrick McGoohan who gladly and BRILLIANTLY read aloud the passage from Revelation for the introduction to the band's title song on Number of the Beast.


You mentioned "a story of love," EvB.  I believe the largest majority of my posts are crafted with such ephemeral whirling and scratching care.  I love what I do and I t(h)rust it shows.

Never let it be said I have no mercy, for I've attached an Holy Vessel for your examination and positioned it below. Just for you.  ~Get~ the picture?  It ties into everything, including the discussion on this board, the discussion at the Bat Lodge, and the price per barrel of spice... er... oil mentioned this morning on CNN, and the Messianic Complex of which I have hinted afflicts my own imbrications. Oh, deer me.

Worlds, EvB.  Worlds.  A picture is worth a thousand worlds? and provides a richer perspective as to what type of godhead rider (and graphic artist) I be. 

The only thing missing is a picture of ~THE ORANGE CATHOLIC BIBLE~. 

To see it enlarged for details, click on the file name: saintfrankbottle.jpg.

That's me standing on the rather portcullisian "M." 

?Also included as an homage to Wilson Brian Key's Subliminal Seduction are not so subliminal effigies for money, death, & sex.

When I last became involved in an exchange such as this, I directly or indirectly caused

1 suicide
3 imploded marriages
2 job dismissals
6 renouncements of faith in the top three faiths on the planet
  (I judge all organized religions with extreme prejudice)
1 reaffirmation of faith (with a few clarifications)
3 removed by force from premises

and

(Max Roach drum roll)

7 legal charges ranging from petty theft to assault - of which 3 cases remain breathing like necrotic sharks.

I emerged unscathed but contemplative.  I suffered in that I was saddened to see the dispersal of the "group."

It was in a far more intimate and longterm environment, to be sure (imagine a cross between an Elks Lodge and a book reading club with a diverse and infinitely renewing wet bar.  I still recall the hypnotic glint born of the horns of the vintage sterling silver stag bottle stopper applied to the throat of the green J?germeister urn.  In fact, if memory serves, it was the deer and cross logo on the J?germeister label itself that began our topic of doom, started by yours truly.  See "legend of Saint Herbert.")

Since religion is a sudden death topic on the first date - I have used it as such to disengage to my benefit when I detected that all too Damoclesian crack in the boiler sitting across from me.

Having said that, I don't much care if you believe in Mithra or Baphomet - you have Camazotz Automat's blessing.?

I am not a jealous god, by any stretch of the theological caul.

(?exception: Flat Earthers will not be tolerated)

Quote from: Michael Vandeven on April 12, 2008, 10:50:25 AM
regarding the PC Magazine subscription rate... i believe their standard one-year subscription is over $25, but it's still waaaaay below that overpriced after dark rag.  however... i did find a discounted one year subscription for you here:  http://www.magazinemaster.com/Scripts/prodView.asp?idproduct=1965&idAff=55

Finally ordered this today, Michael.  $5.99 total for 12 issues and they took Paypal.  Much thanks for the link.

Quote from: Evil Twin Of Zen on May 12, 2008, 05:57:31 PM
Joe Bob Briggs would have loved such a letter.....   

That is the highest compliment I could have hoped to receive.

JBB is the man.  His writing and his MONSTERVISION hosting definitely affected how I more informally approach certain topics.

I would bet a small dangling rubber devil head that Joe Bob has heard of the defunct Apollo Twin.

Back in the day, some drive-ins gave away such shrunken Mephistophelian noggins as premiums to hang from your rear view mirror.

Ah, the good old times.

If we wish, we can now dangle an iPod Nano from the rear view mirror and watch such classics as The Hideous Sun Demon on it.

Personally, I prefer the vulcanized premium, given away because I saw The Hideous Sun Demon on the giant outdoor screen.

The Hideous Sun Demon:

Lizard-foo, Sunlight-foo, Radioactive spray, six dead bodies, no breasts. 

Camazotz Bob says check it out.

Quote from: EvB on May 11, 2008, 12:44:44 PM
I DO sincerely hope you are not messing with us.  It sounds like something you would write and something Ian would read - so - despite the fact that I'm supposed to be working on term papers - I'm gonna turn on Ian's stream to listen.

If I end up writing on inter-species sexual attraction instead of Satan as a Tragic Hero in Paradise Lost - my GPA will be on YOUR head!
;

On my head, you say?  How provocative.

Be that as it may...

My dear woman, I do not "mess" with people. (cough)  You will find everything in order, including the films shown, the date, and the place.  There may have been some slight tweaking for dramatic purposes ...

Nevertheless ...

I sent the letter to Ian several weeks ago when he shared the news about the new mammal discovery.  I doubt he opened the email (they say he receives thousands per month). 

If he did, he didn't read it on air - explaining why I was compelled to share the letter here, with someone, indeed anyone, who might understand and feel my pain.  (Imagine William Shatner saying the previous line ...)

I was about to delete it from my Out Box, but thought, what a waste to delete the only recorded history of my date with Debbie.

I can not think of a more appropriate venue to proffer my angst than on a site dedicated to the observation of how very much Mr. Noory assaults our sensibilities.

"The greater the sensibilities, the greater the suffering." -  Leonardo da Vinci. 

Put that quote in your term paper.  Professors are fond of Leo and he was as tragic a Hero of some nested sphere of checks and balances as the aforementioned Shaitan.  Hell is indeed, relative. (And sometimes "relatives".)

Hell, (cough) put me in your term paper.  Professors are fond of me as well.  And I can hardly blame them, for I AM the genius fish of a student who "got away." (cough)

Regarding your second comment, I can't speak for the other guys here, but my abilities to induce procrastination in a woman are best manifested in person. 

Indeed, that is when such powers are at their very zenith.

A Paradise Gained, if you ~Will~, for both parties involved.

(I'm not kidding about the malignant narcissism.  No sirree Joe Bob Briggs.  You will find it all too real when I issue orders for the construction of an Holy Sepulcher to house my (c)remains.  Such a structure will make Trump Tower appear as unto a cricket infested way station.)

Debbie, that was for you, baby. 

My malignant narcissism has won the upper hand and I now feel forced to share a private email. When Ian Punnett announced on CTC the discovery of a new mammal found in the mountains of Tanzania, I sent him a letter. 

For maximum effect, imagine Ian is reading it aloud, on the air.

The letter says:

Dear Ian,

Regarding your recent announcement about the discovery of a new mammal: It wasn't the jet black rump, spindly legs, amber hair, or even the gray face that gave it away for me; though those did come together in some type of grand flashback alignment when you mentioned the discovery during crypto-news. 

No, it was the flexible snout aspect that convinced me that scientists had finally located "Debbie."  Debbie was a girl I took on a date to the Apollo Twin Drive-In theater in Garland, Texas on October 28, 1977.

Things had been a bit strained as it was, as it was a blind date and I had no idea I would be picking up a girl who was a shared 100 million year old relative of elephants, sea cows, aardvarks and hyraxes.

It was awkward.  You might even say aarkward.  Ha Ha.

The Apollo Twin was playing a double feature on both screens that Friday night - The Serpent's Egg and Wizards.  Because I so loved the series Kung Fu, I had my hopes up about The Serpent's Egg.  How could you go wrong with its director - Ingmar Bergman? 

However, after watching the performance by David Carradine in The Serpent's Egg, Debbie and I were both pretty shook up and decided to take a walk during intermission.  We grabbed something to eat first, then meandered down toward Screen One.  We found ourselves at a picnic table, completely enjoying ourselves near the playground under the theater screen.  Remember those playgrounds, Ian?  It was like an echoic dream.

The gray light of flickering concession ads and coming attractions washed down upon us, for a moment creating the illusion that Debbie and I were in our own type of motion picture ? one that didn't suck like The Serpent's Egg.  We could have been Adam and Eve ? prototype humans born of the Apollo Twin Drive-in, feasting on an Apollo Twin snack shack pepperoni pizza and drinking large watery Cokes. 

I say we were drinking our Cokes, but Debbie was actually siphoning her drink with that flexible schnauze, which by that time, had started to kind of grow on me.  More than once she had leaned in and given me a little wet nudge on the side of my neck.   

I thought it was cute when she reached the bottom of the cup and it made that telltale sound a straw makes when going for that last drop, though the sound she made was a bit more rich in its fleshy timbre.

"Cup empty?" I asked gently.   She snorted a little laugh and flashed her big brown eyes at me.

Her haunches quivered.

I felt great. 

Years later I would see a film called The Green Mile wherein the guards play the film Top Hat featuring Astaire and Rogers singing I'm In Heaven for prisoner John Coffey.  I felt like John Coffey at that moment.   

Unfortunately, the feeling was short lived.

The next feature ? Wizards - began and we decided to watch it for a while from the swings, as we could hear perfectly well on the playground speaker what was happening in the film.   

When the narrator began reading about the history of Montagar, Debbie threw down her empty cup and screamed, "Oh my blank God, animation! I can't  blank believe it! I'm on a date with a blank blank nerd!"

I'm sure you can fill in the blanks, Ian.

She then bounded off toward the woods adjacent to the Apollo Twin, easily scaling the corrugated metal windscreen perimeter.

I've always felt guilty at the relief that washed over me when Debbie left me that night.

You see, Ian, I didn't go after her. 

I remained on the playground, thoroughly captivated by Wizards.  I never saw Debbie or her fine pelt again.  She may have thought I was a nerd - and I guess I was, of a sort, since I stayed and watched Wizards - but despite that, I can honestly say I really enjoyed petting Debbie.

I'm just glad to hear she's okay, Ian, and that scientists have found her after all these years

I can also state unequivocally, that after all these years, The Serpent's Egg still sucks - which is a difficult thing to proclaim about any work by the great Ingmar Bergman - but even Tim Burton had his Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, am I right?

I still love Wizards and have it on DVD ?.

and sometimes ? sometimes Ian ? when I watch it, I fancy I can feel Debbie's moist little suction cup kiss testing my neck ?

? and I'm in Heaven.

sincerely,
- "Relieved in Texas"

P.S. Go Apollo Twin! Yeah! (even though it has long since been demolished.) 

It's important to remember there's a strong chance you will be voting for President through Vice Presidential proxy.

scenario 1
McCain will not survive full term.  Who will be his successor?   Cheney?  Rice?  Arnold Schwarzenegger?  (after proper amendment of law)

scenario 2
Obama could be targeted by extremists.  Security would be at an all time high.
Who will be his VP?  Clinton? Gore? Pee Wee Herman?

Such are the naked mole rat thoughts we must place in the exercise wheel of our Habitrail?? consciousness.

In any case, this election is a monumental event, especially when we consider that whoever wins will have their likeness appear on a presidential dollar coin some day.  (Is that a role of McCoins in yer pocket or are ya just glad to see me, Tiger?)

Secret sources claim that no matter what we believe, "the bitch is going on the coin!  That settles it!"  Those whacky Bilderbergs ...  They've been right before.

Obama would resemble Howdy Doody if represented on a bright coin.  I suggest he adopt a Malcom X look for a far more effective coinage.  At that point it might make a fine magician's token, if they would enlarge it to at least the catchable size of a traditional half-dollar.   There's nothing worse than performing a French drop? only to have the coin bounce off the "bucket" hand.

I'm not really speaking much about politics here ... 


? deemed it appropriate to mention an
authentic technique of prestidigitation
in light of the thread's topic on l?ger de main.
(say that five times and tell me under which
rodentia cup the cheese ball lies.)

I dislike 99.99999 % of all callers. 

By default, G2G is not something I enjoy.

If an automatic cutoff existed, I might find that amusing.  You have 1 minute  to make your point/ask your question before you are dropped.  The guest or host has one minute to respond before a new call drops in.

No more painful ping-ponging with self congratulatory listeners who wish to hear their voice on the air as they "show us the way."  No more trying to speed up a caller because a break is coming up.

(George: You have 15 seconds, make it quick.)

Exception: Anyone quoting biblical scripture (especially KJV) forfeits their minute and is immediately zapped off the air, followed by the "Agonies of Hell" sound clip.

I am anti-caller.

(P.S. And no more truck horns from donut cushion jockeys.  It's not cute or attractive in any way and will not score you any extra points with the lot lizards at the next Flying J.)

George Noory is the ultimate troll. 

King of Trolls - ruling the airwaves like a WWII aero-gremlin - wrenching up the works.

There's something in our consensual reality engine and we just can't get it out.

In the final batch of Turinian linens?, our only choice may lie in forcing the propeller to eat dirt.

That's my answer on how to deal with the greater Aerowaves Affliction...

Kamikaze in Kalispell, Montana, ~Aces High~ ... mutually assured destruction.

Such a maneuver, as Bob Hope said, "knocks out the knocks?."

Regarding the more ubiquitous trolls - other than a few ghost images? - none have registered so much as a strong blip on my exalted dendritic radar.

Spectres? of little substance, resulting in a few ~tower to tower~ communications initiated on my part, that go something like:

"This is Control Tower 1. Are you painting anything over that way?  Over."

Bogey?, echo?, or persistent retinal image??

None worth a nosedive.





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That's one magical looking burger.  I must go eat now.

Perhaps my affectation for Ms. Palfrey lies rooted in her physical resemblance to Caroyln Sue Jones from Amarillo, Texas, who played (among many other roles) Morticia on The Addams Family and Marsha Queen of Diamonds, on Batman.

Palfrey faced but 4 to 6 years of prison time - a paltry sum in comparison to the eternal night that is death.

Would such a strong, intelligent woman resort to nylon rope, a tricycle, and a shed on her mother's property?

Would you? As I've stated elsewhere, women, statistically, do not hang themselves, but prefer more of a Cleopatra-styled send off.  Much less would a daughter wish for her mother to be the one to discover the body.  That would be sadistic.

History has set up the axiom that weak politicians, if properly threatened, will gladly take up the rope and walk you to the shed.

One could argue she killed herself by her chosen line of work ...

One thing is beyond all doubt: Palfrey's death is very convenient for those who (c)remain alive.

Another convenient death: One of Palfrey?s call girls, Brandy Britton, a former University of Maryland professor, killed herself in January before she could go on trial for prostitution.

Perhaps George Noory - who recently won an award for courage in journalism - will ask the tough questions not being addressed by the Tarpon Springs police.

It's easy to force an individual to get on the tricycle and put their head in the loop.  You simply threaten to kill the mother, who was asleep in the mobile home.

Mark these words: One day, the hired killer will tell the world what he did to Deborah Jeane Palfrey.

If he doesn't "commit suicide" first.

It must be pointed out that on several recent appearances on The Alex Jones Show, Palfrey stated she was at risk of being killed and that authorities would make it look like suicide.

She made it clear that she was not suicidal and if she was found dead it would be murder.

Contrast the above to what Frank Ruggiero, a public information officer with the Tarpon Springs Police Department said:

"It was her, and she's deceased. There's no question that it was a suicide."

No question, Mr. Ruggiero?  Palfrey's statements on the Alex Jones Show is a looming mother of a question mark.  Thank you, Mr. Ruggiero for determining cause of death and how it was implemented.  You are a gifted clairvoyant.

Palfrey had threatened to release the names of well-known clients of her upscale call girl ring in the nation's capitol, and had indicated that Dick Cheney may be one of them.

"No I'm not planning to commit suicide," Palfrey told The Alex Jones Show on her last appearance, "I'm planning on going into court and defending myself vigorously and exposing the government," she said.

I have activated the option for you to remove your vote and vote again if you wish. 

You have a second chance.

Unlike Ms. Palfrey.

Quote from: Art is the Best on May 01, 2008, 11:51:04 AM
Maybe it was an inter-dimensional military craft from the future! Ha!

Groucho Marx: That's when she asked me, "Is that a cigar-shaped inter-dimensional military craft from the future of another planet in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"

Straight man: And what did you say?

Groucho Marx: I told her to take a picture and send it to MUFON and to call me in the morning.  Obviously.

Straight man:  Obviously.

Groucho Marx: Oh. Wise guy, eh?

So, that would make him a Magenda then.

Quote from: admin on April 27, 2008, 11:35:00 PM
i think i'm just going to go ahead and mail mine to the chinese now rather than waiting for my grandkids to do it later.  yeah.  think i'll mail it.

Quote from: Itty Bit on April 28, 2008, 10:22:29 PM
Well darn.  Guess you have to have filed to receive a check.  When I learned to spell "EXTENSION" I decided the word would become mine, and I would use it.  No check for me.  By the time we've filed, and payed for 2007, there won't be any money left to send me my fair share.  The economy will no longer need to be stimulated.  You just have to love the government.  Imagine giving me my money back.  pfffft

Here's what I'm going to do for you, Itty Bit.  (Kids, don't try this at home.  It's highly illegal.  Might even be a felony.  Admin helped Charles break the spine of the FCC, so we're living on the edge here anyway, but that doesn't mean we want all of you in the klinker.)

I'm going to go down to my local U.S. Post Office and fill in a CHANGE OF ADDRESS card for China.  I will put YOUR address as China's new address.

When admin's check arrives, you get your purty self on out there and have a good time - courtesy of admin.

(Warning:  you may receive some other stuff, like Top Secret missile defense plans from Bill Clinton, or a Return for Repair flute from David Carradine, etc.  Go ahead and sign for them.)

Some are saving it, some are spending it.  I'm thinking of a new electric guitar pedal, made in the USA by Toadworks.  The inimitable PHANTASM Dynamic Phaser pedal:


I have a contact who works at a music store and can pass on a small employee discount instead of paying full retail.  So.  I guess that's it then.

That's how I am going to save our economy.

A guitar effects pedal.

I may have to buy two pedals to save the country.  Toadworks recently worked on a project with Howard Leese (guitar player of Heart so long ago) that resulted in the BARRACUDA pedal, an authentic, accurate reproduction of the custom-made analog flanger unit used in the 1977 monster hit Barracuda.  Not many are aware that a special one of a kind electronic flanger was used in that song.  Wasn't off the shelf.  That's why your 1978 Electro-Harmonix Electric Mistress Flanger/Filter Matrix pedal couldn't nail it.

(Here's an old joke:  What's the best Zeppelin song ever?  Answer: Barracuda by Heart. Har Har Har.)

Anyway.  Stimulus check. Guitar pedals all the way.  Any errant change:  chocolate milkshakes, from Steak & Shake.  Eternal teenager I be.  At least when I am on a journey to the center of my mind. 

(dusting off 1:32 scale Corgi model of The Amboy Dukes tour bus.)

Toadworks site:

http://www.toadworksusa.com/

Quote from: PhantasticSanShiSan on April 27, 2008, 12:34:26 AM

Quote from: Camazotz Automat on April 27, 2008, 12:20:16 AM

CAMAZOTZ AUTOMAT KILLED IN FREAKISH
HORSE & HUMMER CRASH

Just like Katherine the Great!

BTW, word is, Timothy Leary stole all the "Great Gazoos"!!!!

(Kids, never ~ever~ mix a "hummer" and a horse.)




Somewhere, sometime else, where/when Philip K. Dick, Timothy Leary, and William Burroughs happen to still be alive (and unfortunately, Jonathan Lethem wouldn't coalesce this time, not even later on, as he did in our vector):

A policeman - who, ironically, looks like Harvey Korman and even more strangely, is wearing a name badge declaring: VONNEGUT - detects something not quite right with a park visitor.

"Alright, alright.... turn around.  Hands on the lion's head fountain, old man."

(pause)

"Okay, Dr. Turn On Tune In Drop Out, what are all these little green spacemen doing in your pockets?  They didn't just magically appear, did they?  Some kind of groovy suicide trip you're on?  Uh?  Is that your bag?  Is that what gets you off, Pops?  I could care less about your rights.  Stand up straight.  You're disgusting.  I hope you don't believe in doors, because where you're going, they throw away the key."

Quote from: Disgusted on April 26, 2008, 08:06:36 PM

Quote from: PhantasticSanShiSan on April 26, 2008, 02:48:13 AM
For anybody that listened to Ian tonite(Fri), what did you think of his opening and his view of the Steve Quayle situation?

I couldn't care less.  The only thing he needs to apologize for is his topics.  He needs to fill in for Larry King - not C2C.

This is an off topic observation I will feel compelled to delete later,  but I really appreciate Disgusted stating his opinion correctly.

I don't know how many times people have said "I could care less" instead of "I couldn't care less." 

If you could care less, then why don't you flipping do so?

I have been known to bring it to the offender's attention and he looks me dead in the eye, saliva running out of the corner of his mouth and quips wittily, "Well, Camazotz, I could care less about what ya think."

There are some gulfs I just can not cross.

Quote from: admin on April 26, 2008, 10:26:24 PM
christ i can't wait for 2012 to come and go.  it will be a real pleasure to watch george lose 83% of his show material as a result.

George Noory: Now that it's come and gone, Steve, do you think 2012 was just the beginning? I mean, it could be 2025 before it all really happens, couldn't it Steve?

Steve Q: The Winged Serpent: That's right, George.  It's all laid out.  I'm no expert on that particular subject, the Mayan countdown, but in many ways, it parallels what the Bible has to say.  There's even evidence Christ visited places all over the globe, affecting various societies and cultures.  That knowledge was handed down, framed in other beliefs.  But the seed was there.

George: Well, I will be here on air to cover it and we'll call you, Steve when it happens.  Would you be willing to do that?  Come on the show if something cataclysmic occurred?  We have to ride it out.  I really believe that.

Steve:  That's right, George.

George:  We'll be right back ... with your calls for Steve Q: The Winged Serpent,
next, here on Coast to Coast, AM.

(queue Norman Greenbaum's "Spirit In the Sky" bumper) 

(fade IN Tahiti Village promo featuring Wesley Snipes)

Quote from: PhantasticSanShiSan on April 26, 2008, 11:52:53 PM
The night I listened to Gray, the stuff he was saying about straight ascorbic acid not being the most absorbable form of Vitamin C, and the other claims tied to alternate vit. C sources, really piqued my interest.  As far as the vitamin study goes, yeah, I heard it, but I don't fear it. It's too late for me if they are detrimental to my health. It is shocking, and a little scary I'll admit, but for me, it's too late to worry if they are all bad.

You have to wonder about these studies. We often have no idea of the parameters or who performed the study, but they create a strong buzz in the media.   I'll take my chances, especially since I actually feel better taking the supplements.   

I notice I appear many years younger than my same age peers.  I have to believe the supplements play some part. 

Perhaps I am immortal. (Nervously recalling the Mephistophelian Incident....)
 
It's far more likely my years will be cut short by a fatal car accident than by my vitamin/supplement arsenal:

Quote from: admin on April 26, 2008, 09:38:24 AM
i just heard a study released this week which says those who take vitamin supplements actually have a shorter lifespan.  we can't do anything right, apparently.

THWACK!

(Throwing the Fred Flintstone multivitamins into the garbage.  Never felt quite right anyway, there not being any Harvey Korman-voiced Great Gazoos floating around in the bottle to call me "Dum-Dum" en mass.)

((I kill myself. Not always the audience.  But almost always myself.))

Just a thought, because of a poll I started today:  Maya Calendar Disk vitamins. 

"Isn't it about Time you supplemented?  Before it's too late?"

Jotting down.

I'm a regular Ralph Kramden, I'm telling ya.

This was over two years ago, in response to an earlier CTC interview with Gray.  I purchased a book after hearing him speak on the differences in how men and women lose weight.  It's an excellent book and deals with the brain chemistry of health, well being, depression, etc and includes food recommendations for specific results. 

The title is "The Mars & Venus Diet & Exercise Solution"   

Cheaply priced copies can be found on Amazon through the "used & new" dealers.  Don't let the remainder price fool you.  I believe it just didn't sell as well because Gray (or his publisher) has used the Mars Venus phrase to the point of ubiquity.

I had forgotten about this purchase until I read Phan's mentioning of Gray and the "Emergen-C" Vitamin C.  Highly recommended.

That's one snarky poodle, Ev.   

Quote from: PhantasticSanShiSan on April 24, 2008, 10:06:49 PM
Camazotz, brotha, you don't only amuse yourself. And I do believe that "Don Rickles Educated" would be the apropos tag for your genre of humour. Your show of humility is commendable, but "Rickles lite" doesn't quite do you justice. I'd even be inclined to say a cocktail of "Don Rickles/Dennis Miller on LSD & Speed".

Phan, you are much too kind. (laughing) Don and Dennis bring an entirely new meaning to D&D I won't soon forget.  Not surprisingly, I am a fan of both.  As far as preferred psychonaut transport, make mine Psilocybin in the Netherlands or Ayahuasca in Peru and hopefully I will run into Tom Robbins while sampling any such "God flesh."  Regarding "speed" ... perhaps mainlining David Lynch's organic Signature Cup coffee blend would provide a much needed zip in my mental and actual step:

http://ecomm.davidlynch.com/catalog/coffee.php

I was caught completely off guard by Ian's "regret" at having been adversarial with Quayle.  If anyone was a "roaring lion in the wilderness" that night, it was Q. 

Despite my having earlier described Ian as "attacking," in truth, Ian's technique was near transparent and below radar methodical - not sufficiently aggressive to cause Q's meltdown (which made it that much more amusing.) 

Ian was merely attempting to guide Q back to the agreed upon topic and finally had to actually counter some of Q's points.

(get it?  I.Q. points? Ian/Qualye? HAR HAR HAR [cough cough] )

I can not discern if Ian really feels regret or if the fallout from Uncle Horus was all too real and Ian is performing a type of damage control.  Whatever the case, I must imagine Ian knows what he is doing.

It appears there was a price to pay:  I found last weekend's confrontation exceptional radio - but this Friday's announcement bordered on painful.

None of this need to have happened if Q:The Winged Serpent wasn't so overly sensitive.

Please. Someone bitch-slap me if I ever exhibit such a tendency.   

Call the wives, wake the kids, because for once (finally) I am near speechless. 

I will say this: Ian certainly had no reason to feel regret about turning over a money changer's table in the Temple.