October 7th, 2004

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We Come One

First, Kim's birthday dinner was a lot of fun. So, where -should- you take a girl to surprise her on the fourth date? And, Kim is now officially Getting Up There. No more kindy naps for you, young-ish lady.. they are now to be known as Golden Age naps.

Today's 'work' was paintball. Paintball rocks. I think we should get a group together and go have a game one weekend. $20 for a session, and worth every cent. *likes playing Rambo-ninja-stealth-girl games*

And then there was Faithless. Way Out West were very cool and got everybody psyched. If you haven't heard of them and like electronica, I suggest giving them a try. But, well, nobody comes close to Faithless. Maxi Jazz is just a consummately cool person (thanks). He had everybody in the place jumping up and down in time, and what an awesome feeling. You could definitely 'feel the love'. And ladies - the man has an 8-pack! Yes, -eight- lovely little abs.. *dribble*. There were some decidedly strange people there, including White Stripey Suit Dude With Spastic Arms and Think I'm At A Metallica Concert Dude. It was also nice to run into Phi and Josh. This concert (and I've been to a -lot- of concerts) now ranks 1st= with Pink Floyd at Western Springs when I was 17 in my All-Time Greatest Concerts list. That is high praise indeed.

I finally got around to watching the various videos that supposedly prove/disprove the French theory regarding what hit the Pentagon on 9/11. Now, I'm going to leave it to the so-called experts to argue about who's right and who's wrong. I think there needs to be more evidence before anything can be 'proven' either way. However, I've seen enough to be convinced that it is very possible it wasn't a passenger plane that hit the Pentagon that day. Thus I have spake. Flame away, if you care to, and you think my opinion is important enough to try and change it.
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The family bard

Here's another gem from my Dad. Well, he didn't write it, but he was a talented performer of monologues, and this was always one of my favourites. He did it with his broadest Yorkshire accent, and I never got tired of hearing it.

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And, while I'm at it, for posterity, this is the one that Dad and I performed together. He'd be in front telling the monologue and I'd stand behind him and be the 'arms', doing the actions and basically seeing how much I could get away with. This is one of my favourite memories of Dad.

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He remembered dozens of these for countless years, and could still recite this one well into his seventies. Then he got into writing his own. It still blows me away what an amazing guy my Dad was.
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