Do You Realize?

Coretta Scott King died last night and the world mourned. Turn on the radio and you will likely hear of various semi-influential people who knew her when she was alive. This made me wonder about them. When they die will they go down as "that guy who used to hang around Coretta King who wasn't named Martin", just as Coretta came to be known as "The African-American civil rights activist named King, not the guy; his wife"? Sucks to live in a shadow.

Civil rights are a bitch.

On the topic of current events for $200, that was one hum-dinger of a state of the union address wasn't it? Just fucking with ya'. I didn't listen to that shit. Imagine the number of people who live in a nation at war and put it under the few who give a shit what the commander in chief has to say. This proportion will show you that nobody gives a damn. Especially me.(With public radio(6 stations spanning 3 countries) on my side I will hear the most important parts of the speech scrutinized to the point of making most of the presidential cabinet crying. I didn't listen to the speech, the highlight reel will tell me everything that should offend me.)

Onwards and upwards with the current events. The oscar nominees were announced today and Walk The Line was not in the best picture category. I know what you are thinking "Andy must be out of his mind with grief and he smells bad!". Truth is I am okay with this. I have a huge JC bias, so I have no idea what other people think about this movie. It could very well suck. I could have been blinded by the JC extravaganza(likely) and would call it the best movie ever made short of the one based off of shooting mice into orbit with model rockets. I am not the academy. And rightly so! Hell, if I were a judge for the oscars; movies like "Cabin Boy" and "Dodgeball" would have more academy awards than letters in their titles.

If it were up to me there would be the categories of "Best picture relating to Johnny Cash in any way"(former winners would include Kill Bill Vol. 2 for having "A Satisfied Mind" by J.R. Cash in the soundtrack.) and "Best use of Vince Vaughn/Steven Root in a picture" And best picture winners would include things like "A way with words" podcasts, which isn't a movie, or even a television(notice I didn't use TV which is a nickname. Nicknames are reserved for friends and television is no friend of mine) show, but far more entertaining than 15 of the last 16 movies either you or I seen.

Hero worship is a bitch.

Now That's a Theme!!!

Thanks Kaicho for the inspiration ^_^b

Because I'm proud of it

My current video game setup (to include from left to right and top to bottom: Xbox, Slim ps2, gamecube, n64, videogames / controllers):


Poor 8bit nintendo is in the bottom drawer to the left... i have Megaman2 on gamecube... *silent tears*

What I said to the crumbs on my kitchen counter as I turned on the light

I thought I saw one of you guys move.

Hajime no Anzarokku

Advanced boxing starts tonight and I'm really excited. I went out and bought these nifty bag gloves so I can practice on my own and not just with the class. It's been a while since I've done anything boxing related so hopefully I won't get my ass kicked too bad.


I think I'm going to save this for a special occasion because it's not everyday that we find booze in a fancy jar ^_^. I have a funny feeling this corn whiskey is going to taste like pickles.

Um, hello. Would you like to look like this?

Because for a limited time only glamour shots by Justin are 75% off.

I suddenly hate National Geographic.

Stupid enigmatic title.

Happy Mozart Day.

Mozart was born on January 27th 1756 which would make him 250 years old today if he had not died 215 years ago. "Stay alive until 35" was his motto and damned if he didn't practice what he preached.

In celebration I'll be going to Adam's Mozart Birthday bash. I haven't really talked to him, but I think it is safe to assume that we will kick out Mozart jamz until we run out of requests. (Please use the Köchel number for all requests, all other formats will be ignored. Thank You.) Then we will all do coke until dawn.*

See you all tomorrow!

*The exact opposite happened.

And Andy cursed me, Twitch

So here's my new goddamned twitch: light has to evenly hit a piece of paper before I can continue with whatever I was doing. For instance, in making tea, if one half of the packet passes uder the sun's rays but not the other, I have to turn the packet and light up the other half.

Next I'm gonna get metaphysikal with my goddamned twitches.

8th grade, Stange. You sonuvabitch!

Everyone is Making Love or else Expecting Rain

Have any of you ever said one word over and over again only for it (the term, the meaning, the message) to loose all and any relevance? I don't know how this came about, but I've been dealing a lot with stuff about Croatia and Serbo-Croatia. What the hell is Croatian? I can curse out my older brother in it if I wanted to, but what the hell is the point? Am I distantcing myself from a past I never even had in the first place (where the hell are my roots?) when the word Croatia means as much to me as any exclusive bargaining group?

I'm not Croatian and I'm not Polish! So in no way am I a Crolock (a combo of a Croatian Polock). I mean, I have as much a right (according to me, even moreso) as Ms. Black to claim Greek origins. I think I am more an heir to ancient Greece than she is, or than even her parents/traceable family tree is to those Direct Democracy mother fuckers who pranced around with their houseboys. If this is so, then how the hell are the nationalities (nationalities being a paradigm - thanks for that post Mr. Jackass) any type of deteminant of what makes us us?

I think nationalities should be broken down according to culture and culture should be broken down according to language and more importanltly, cuisine! The history of the world runs moreso on the stomach than it does class. Just don't tell that to the folks I'm living with.

Will Subvert Dominant Paradigm For Food

Free to good home, one ironic t-shirt. Size L. Near-mint condition. No image on the reverse, just this wording on the front. Interested parties can leave a comment or email me or something.













The title for this post got its inspiration from here. The reason this t-shirt is ironic is subversion is meant to be behind the scenes. You cannot truly subvert if you announce this purpose on your shirt. But still, it's pretty funny, and most people you meet won't know what it means, which is funnier. I have too many shirts. I need to get rid of some.

Blogworthy... Linkworthy

I want to start a new tradition.... if you find something worthy of the rest of the crews time... DAMNIT YOU WILL POST IT.



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Thus Henceforth and So-on Quid pro Quo:

http://youtube.com/w/korean-madness?v=9oCTkwpSgnY&search=mad%20tv



ps: anzarokku... i swear to god i imagine you doing these dances..... (^-^)b

I bought some shit, matchgame can eat some ass.

I bought some awesome monitors. YAY!



Also, doomlazer.com is progressing nicely. I'll have the web server up and running in the next few weeks.. more progress is coming!

Reminds me of the time I went to rehab for computer solitaire.

SEers in the know probably went past this link since I think I am the only one to use iTunes(I can't help myself, subscribing to public radio broadcasts is too sweet to pass up). At any rate, this is my iTunes musical signature courtesy of this motherfucker here. Sorry for all the distracting links. I should find out a better way to structure posts like this.

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I am so proud of the response that my threat had on our community. I never expected 3 whole people to respond with pictures. To tell the truth that threat was made because of a long story that started Saturday...

After a week of drinking and jerking off(and crying) all by myself I was rather frustrated that this page here wasn't trying it's best to entertain me. I saw my own faults surface when I realized that I had but 3 meager posts for all those weekdays. I tried to save myself by making something up in short order and taking a picture of it. Trouble was, how the hell do you describe the thought process behind drawing shit on your hand and tangling a USB cable around your fingers? Scared I responded in a manner best fitting a cornered animal. I raised my fur and showed my teeth to somehow escape the fact that I had done nothing for a week and had nothing to post.

Even if none of you posted any pictures I was in no way equipped(sober enough) to take the number of random pictures I threatened I would.

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If any of this made any sense I would be surprised. I was eating pork chops through the duration of writing this.

And I will leave Jay alone even though he deserves worse.

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My mom sent me this.


UPDATE!:No work tomorrow!

A game I conceptified.

I have this game I play with myself. Biography names are awesome and follow a simple syntax. "name of person":"something they did at one point or some quote they made". This brings me to my game. Imagine your own biography title! It is more fun than you think. Here are some examples I thought of just now.

Andy!:Rolling Cigarettes In My Underwear While I Listen To Johnny Cash. The unauthorized autobiography.

Andy!:Fuck, I Better Move My Car. The authorized biography.

Andy!: Crying Himself To Sleep. Fiction, Harper Collins.

Andy!:"...I Play With Myself". The authorized autobiography.

Andy!:Fucks With The Time Stamp On His Weblog Posts. The unauthorized biography.

Please enjoy!

The title bar had me laughing for hours

RePosted What Mother Truckers

OK, I don't know how to change the post date and time like Andy! does. Fucking me as a Luddite. Does it make you happy that I am so weak with the computer skillz?

This blog post is to serve as a temporary icq between el matchgame-o and the rest y'all. Mostly it's to coordinate plans with Hangley and motorcycle stuff with Andy! and zombie stuff with the Gentleman and plasma stuff with Anzarokku and absolutely nothing with CP and maybe Bobby Conn this coming Moday with Rikkuri and anything with Kaicho. (By the way, Kaicho, I just got back from Southern California. Had I stayed an hour longer I wouldn't have been able to leave.)

Soon I'll be able to post random pictures. Although I have a theme in mind for my pics so really they won't be that random. First to guess the theme wins. Please don't guess until I've actually posted a pic.

I wear my sunglasses at night

I call your 3-d glasses, and raise you scuzzy spectacles.


Pictured above is my contribution to the fashion world. Simply wear a rubberband to bed, and it will pick up lint only to become a beautiful bracelet several months later (or so I assume).

Did somebody say something about a CHALLENGE!!!

Everything is better in 3-D, you should try it sometime.

Challenge Accepted!

You make it sound like your work is hard. Anyone can post a random blog with random sentences and a random picture. This is what my hair looked like around christmas time. It was red and green. I have since dyed it black again, since I don't really like colors or christmas but I can fake it. The "horns" portion of my hair caused a lot of controversy at work for some reason. Stupid christianity. Just as dumb as Bush. If it isn't christian, then it must be the work of satan! "If you aren't with us, then you are with the enemy." I can't think of anything people should be less concerned about than how I wear my hair. But whatever. Let me just say that using kool-aid to dye your hair is idiotic. It works good, but kool-aid powder's main ingredient is citric acid. Acid. And it burns your scalp something fierce. In fact I had chemical burns on my forehead for a few days afterward. So in retrospect, I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, this was just a response to Andy's earlier post really. I'm tired and I have to go to sleep before attending a party(yes, the same one as Andy. He'll probably try and make me drive us both.)

Good people do good deeds and evil people do evil ones. It is what we do best.

I really have nothing to report, but boredom always gets the best of me. Please do not think less of me I was thinking of G. G. Allin(the more popular spelling)and just sort of went with an idea. I am not an anarchist and I will not throw shit at you. Do not look into this picture as it means nothing. If you can think of a real creative hypotheses I will steal it from you and accept it as my own.

Hrmmm... This also isn't a cry for help.

Well maybe a little. I have to go to a party later tonight and now have an anarchy symbol drawn on my hand with permanent marker. Help me get it off, please.



This blog needs more photos. I am currently holding the blog ransom. Either someone else posts some pictures or I will increase nonsensical pictures by one a day i.e. tomorrow will have 2 that make no sense, Monday will have three. Don't think I can do it? Try me. Motherfucker.

Apart we are falling

In these times I can't help but notice
the way we are and once were.
The fun times and bad, to include
the nights of drunken blur.
Laughing and screaming whatever
but together, we were, back then.
And now as I sit, at a distance
I can't help but miss it again.
What pushes us away, or near
is it boredom or lust for progress?
I seek these answers clearly
before I begin to digress...

Just as the branches grow apart
from a tree that started as one.
We move on in our lives forever
yet still live under the same sun.
It's not whether we love or hate
but more so on what we remember..
We were friends before enemies or lovers,
let it burn in your hearts like embers.



... I don't know what's happened, but I feel like I don't know you guys anymore... I miss you all. Just thought I'd express myself in a poem here at 0430 (that's 4:30am for you civilian types) because I'm on leave and still stuck at the base... :(

Breathe if you're horny

I have a kindergarten age cousin and am currently scared shitless of her. She has PINWORMS!. Nevermind that she lives 300 miles away in Charlivoix, MI and I don't think I could ever get worms(what the fuck are they going to live on? Rum?) I find this to be yet another excellent reason to stay far far away from children. Hell I haven't seen my daughter for over 4 years and I think we are both better off because of this. Even though I know all this I still think I have worms. I am almost sure of it.

Stupid fucking paranoia.

Old man gang war! Hotlink, unrelated, windows media video.

I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, so I'll say it again. On Monday I seen lots of people who roll their own cigarettes and I am much better than them at rolling.

A shallow victory is a victory none the less.

There is no viagra for the imagination

We all have something that we are good at. Even if we don't think we are good at it, maybe other people do or something. But what would it be like if you suddenly lost the ability? I've always fancied myself a writer of some kind. But now I find myself utterly unable to create anything. My imagination has become impotent. I don't even have any bad ideas. This is more than a mere slump or block. It feels as though the part of me that could create is dead. Which just piles more frustration onto an already crowded heap. Surely someone among you has had this same thing happen before. What, if any, are your suggestions for finding my creative side again? I am asking for help here. Sarcasm, satire and irony need not apply.

I would post more if I didn't hate you all so much.

Random thoughts while I wait for the melatonin to do it's thing.

work rocks.
commute sucks.
soda is far too plentiful.
sitting in a chair all day is bad.
I like Levi's Silvertab Jeans.
Totem Media Player makes me want to break things.

I challenge you to summerize your random thoughts and post in the comments!!

... in caveman haiku form? .... YES.

me like job, hate drive
soda good, me no can quit.
me hate chair, love jeans.

Today Chicago, Tomorrow Long Beach, Sometime in the Future the World

Yesterday marked my first night in the Windy City. I ate the poor man's thanksgiving dinner (or the real man's prankgiving dinner depending on how you spin it) Old Crow. Although I didn't have pumpkin pie (or the whip-its that go with said pie) there is a pumpkin in this apartment.
I miss my dog so very much. X's and O's for Duke!
Tomorrow I fly out for Long beach. I might run into airport troubles because 1) I don't have a driver's license and so will be using my passport, and 2) My carry-on bag is my Chairman Mao bag that Mrs. Black got for me and the contents of the bag will match its intent. Also, I'll be smuggling drugs. Ok, no drugs, but I will have Bobby Conn on me and he's a drug because I love him. That's right, love is a drug.
It seems this is a random junk drawer post. Still, it's 1 more than CP posted this week.

For those who like Glam Rock (the Rock that Glams!) - Rikkuri, Andy, El Matchgame-O, and Steven - trust Bobby Conn to bring it into this century. He's not completely Glam Rock. I know this because he doesn't stuff his crotch.

Oh, and I'm going to be published, but just as an editor!

... and that was the second time I had crabs...

In the spirit of renewing interest in our older right side links I restarted my old audioscrobbler account the other day. The bad news is that for our little group to get any kind of graphs we need 15 people in our audioscrobbler club. I waited two days to bring this up because even though it isn't a competition I still wanted a head start to pad my numbers. I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN!

The problem hates the solution and vice versa.

Yesterday was very productive and I wish to make sure that doesn't happen anymore during my time off. I donated red blood cells, but got my plasma back. Matchgame's blood was turned down because it is poisonous. I get to go one on one with ALYX again in 5 months in Gurnee. I intend on donating blood before that. I will just donate somewhere else so they won't know I am short. Truth be known I believe myself to be so full of blood that I can afford to spread it around a little bit. Also there is a 5 gallon bucket in the kitchen that is just going to waste. Nobody can drink that much blood. Not even me.

Afterwards we drank beer and seen Bobby Conn and The Lonesome Organist play in Chicago. Both deserve all the accolades they can get. This is me, telling you to patronize them.

I haven't any pictures of anything or a good way to close this so I'll just leave it open-ended so that I may return later(after very little alcohol gets me very drunk from lack of blood).

Matchgame's comment only reminded of the paranoia that the free blood test caused me this morning. They sell it as a free aids test with the added bonus of helping mankind. But unlike an aids test they don't call you if nothing is wrong. No chipper voice to tell you what great shape you are in. Not that I thought I had contracted HIV, but I was worried that they would call and say "we found several million microscopic pieces of your lungs, liver, heart and kidneys that had settled to the bottom of your donation" or "congratulations on your pregnancy, while it is technically impossible we are sure you will make a great father". I am now pretty much over that fear seeing as how the only call I got this morning was from a certain unnamed radiology department that wants more money than I have ever had. FUCK YOU! HAHAHA!

Trip the light fantastic

Well! Seems we have a decent amount of photos amassing. Recently we have added the Gentleman, Andy, and the ever so elusive Rikkuri to our photo repertoire. All we're missing now are Steven Black, Necrophilio, and Kaicho.

We need a theme for the next set of portraits. Please post them here, and despair! If nothing gets posted I'm just going to make something up, and nobody wants that. Get to it~

I am sorry anzarokku.

Back on the internet with mah own computer. I bought a cheap-o laptop and a wireless router. My original plan was to buy a really long network cable, but that would have been roughly half the cost of the router. Cursed savings. While I do like the idea of walking around with about 50 feet of cat-5 in tow, I suppose this is a better option. Or at least everyone tells me it is.

Don't think that all this prepackaged technology goodness has got me beat. For my next trick I will upgrade my desktop computer with disastrous results.

I am sorry to buy the router the day after you left anzarokku.

By the way, I will have the next week off so stop by and see me. I will be sans beard.

Direct Action gets the Goods

Fellow Workers, this morning I took my part in my first picket - and I told the boss man where to stick it. About 20 people showed up to picket on behalf of a fellow worker who was never paid for his week of work at Ideal Carwash. 19 workers and 1 clown, that is, PoPo! Not all were wobblies as this was a joint effort with the local chapter of food not bombs. (Humas on marble rye, de-lish!)

The picket line formed at 8 and kept away much of the shop's business. Other carwashes were bumper-to-bumper but in the 3 hours the picket was up, only 3 cars crossed the line. A few passer-bys wanted to know why we were picketing and one man even parked on the street and got out. This was a new experience for many people to witness. Only one picketer had worked at the shop and the others were there in solidarity - a culture of resistance. Many of the employees (most of whom are immigrants paid under the counter or who work only for tips because the boss exploits them) came out to see what all the fuss was about and that's what I think got the owners involved. Bosses don't want their employees getting agitated and union ideas.

They showed up ready to fight and demanded an immediate end to our industrial action. They insisted that Neal (our fellow worker with the grievance) had never worked there but at the same time said lines like "We're not gonna give this faggot his money." I continually taunted the bosses with my picket sign and PoPo dancing and I mumbled that I would go Gacey on their ass. Neither of the bosses understood what we were doing, like many of the street trafficers. Although the IWW sent two letters explaining the grievance and what our actions would be if this was not properly settled, the fact that only one picketer had worked at Ideal blew their mind.


What blew my mind was that they broke down and paid Neal, in cash, his $200 some dollars. These two guys fit the definition of gangsters. They walk about with wads of cash on them and run a sham operation. After we won, the picket immediately closed up. Well, it closed up after I had a few Wobs walk with to my car, which was parked right at the curb where the bosses were standing.

No lawyers, no police. Just direct industrial action, which gets the goods.

Back on the rocks

As of late, cp has started a new trend. The all but forgotten doomlazer flickr account now has purpose! We'd like for everyone on the blog to take a picture of themselves similar to the ones posted on the doomlazer flickr page (to get there, use the link on the right side of the blog. You may have to sign up for a flickr and/or yahoo acount to do this however. Also, request an invite from cp to actually join the group). Although it would be nice for everyone to have the same background--the famous green wall w/ white pattern by my mother and Rikkuri--we understand if you take the picture in your own mirror. Speaking of taking the picture, you must do it yourself... in a mirror. How about that. No pretty faces either. Only the most ridiculously disturbing photos will do.

If there was ever a time for glower power, it would be now.

No Tortoise Can Fuck With THIS Hair!

Andy has been crowned winner of the beard growing contest! Here we see him in all his bearded splendor. But he also managed to beat both me and el-match in the "Stupidest thing you did to your hair that night" contest. The video of which has been added to my collection. View it and despair! And after that, read my explanation. I had leftover glow in the dark acrylic paint from sponge painting the skull pattern on my walls(which looks awesome, pity it is hard to capture on camera.) Being drunk, and having just watched myself and e-m.g-o dye our hair, he decided to volunteer to have glow hair. Now at a rave near you!

All to myself, part 2 or So long pants!

Once again Andy leaves for the sunshine state and I am left here to stew in my own filth. Not that I mind, it's nice having a lot of space. It's also nerve racking. Anyway, I hear that a lot of old people live in Florida. Well my challenge to Andy is to bring back a specimen, alive or dead, so I can study its habits.

("All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental.")

I'll be moving to Chicago this month (next week), but only for a few (2 or 3) months. Nothing so serious that I'd have to figure out a new system for washing my clothes. Law school will wait until next year (why not?), while I take labor courses at UIC (but not directly from UIC. Actually from a coalition of professors who work at UIC who formed their own thing. Aren't own things great!). Taking these course will improve my chances for a better law school (although my GPA and extra curicular activities can hold their own). I want to be Clarence Darrow, Jr.

The coolest thing about this is how great of people Wobbly-Anarchists are (I should know, being one of them). I mean, earlier this year when I went to Philadelphia, I stayed - for free - with 2 Wobs who I had never met before. In 1 week I will be living with 1 who I barely know. And in 2 weeks I will be in Long Beach for a few days staying - for free - with a Wobbly who I had severe differances with but with whom I nonotheless have solidarity with (although I've come to personally reconcile my differances and will "apologize" when I see him. I insisted too strongly that religion has no place in the labor movement. I see, now, that it does).

Aren't own things great!

The time has come!

The walrus said,
To speak of many things,
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings.

I am starting a video collection, theme based video collection. So recommend something to me, there are only a few rules to this collection(and your recommendations).

1. It must be mostly at sea. None of that living on the coast bullshit. I want sailors and pirates doing things like tying knots and citing the stars for location.

2. It can't be Cabin Boy because I already have that one and consider it to be the pinnacle of film being sea-faring or not.

3. Defy conformity. I can only take so many "master and commander" and "the perfect storm" recommendations.

So think hard and remember the best sailor based movie you have ever seen. For those of you not of this blog report to ieeeandy@yahoo.com.

It has to start somewhere. It has to start sometime. What better place than here. What better time than now.

That's right, I'm talking about Cadbury Eggs. I littered my backyard with dragnets to catch me some Easter. Hook, line, and sinker, and low and behold, I caught the rabbit that lays these golden eggs. These are truly my favorite of the seasonal candies. I know I posted about this back on Uncontrollable Lust, but like the eggs themselves, it's something the people look forward to.
Hansel and Gredel first discovered these eggs when a wort-nosed witch used them in her M&M omlettes. Upon the much exagerated tale of their escape, they later sold the secret of the eggs to the Grimm Brothers who, in a deal as sweet as the eggs themselves, bargained for the naming rights. The name Cadbury is a combination of their first names, Cadb and Ury Grimm. And that's the truth.

Fiction Would Make Better History

I was just thinking about how cool history books would be if time travellers altered history using their future technology. Like if your high school history books had an entry like this: "And General Washington's men were badly outnumbered. But when the British counterattacked, Washington's men activated their force fields and repulsed the British with a withering barrage of laser fire." Or something like "A key factor in Lincoln's success in the election of 1860 was his rocket pack. With it he easily outmaneuvered his groundborne rivals, and took his campaign to every corner of America." "And while Lindbergh perished halfway through his trip around the world, his clone was able to complete the trip, and thus Lindbergh became the first man to fly around the world." History would be much more interesting with meddling time travellers. Where's Doc Brown when we need him?
Also, history could be much improved by magic. "Union necromancers rushed onto the field at Antietam, hoping to reanimate an army to finally crush the confederacy." "Building the panama canal was a daunting task, but the Army Corps of Wizards managed to teleport the necessary materials on site in only two days' time." Or my personal favorite, "It is unknown why Rommel did not summon a demon to aid him in battle, but if he had succeeded in doing so, the outcome would have been much different in North Africa." Damn real life for being so real!

Just in time for new years: A tribute

The title, of course, is a pun. It's hard to believe that I have known you for 11 years now, nearly 12. And the new year's tradition started 11 years ago, when I had nowhere else to go to celebrate. You and your family were so generous with their hospitality(my own parents never served me steak and lobster for new year's!) that I kept coming back. I missed a few new year's over that stretch of time, but whenever I had no place to go I could count on you. There have been a lot of good and interesting memories over the 11 years: The jousting at the creek, uchi no anime, nickel city, the Robert Frost english project, ROM hacking, professor SF2, UO, just to name a few. I hope to have more of them as the years go on. And I want you to know that if you ever find yourself with no place to go, you are as welcome here as I was at your house over this past decade. Thank you, Mr. Hangley Joe, for the friendship, and for keeping alive the oldest tradition of our circle of friends.