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    Yes, sir God bless em, everyone! You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys And don't tell me what to do And don't tell me what to say And, please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display 'Cause, you don't own me Don't try to change me in any way You don't own me Don't tie me down 'Cause I'll never stay I don't tell you what to say I don't tell you what to do So, just let me be myself That's all I ask of you I'm young and I love to be young I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way that I want To say and do whatever I please And, don't tell me what to do, yeah Don't, don't you tell me what to say And, please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display I don't tell you what to say I don't tell you what to do So, just let me be myself That's all I ask of you I'm young and I love to be young I'm free and I love to be free To live my life the way that I want To say and do whatever I please
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    this song, kid.....to this day stops me in my tracks....No matter what I'm doing.... God bless Dusty Springfield.......and God bless the Grateful Dead...... Billy-Ray was a preacher's son And when his daddy would visit he'd come along When they gathered round and started talkin' That's when Billy would take me walkin' A-through the backyard we'd go walkin' Then he'd look into my eyes Lord knows to my surprise The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was Ooh, yes he was Being good isn't always easy No matter how hard I try When he started sweet-talkin' to me He'd come and tell me everything is all right He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right Can I get away again tonight? The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was (Ooh...) Lord knows he was Yes he was How well I remember The look that was in his eyes Stealin' kisses from me on the sly Takin' time to make time Tellin' me that he's all mine Learnin' from each other's knowing Lookin' to see how much we've grown And the only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was Ooh, yes he was The only one who could ever reach me He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me I kissed the son of a preacher man The only one who could ever move me The sweet-lovin' son of a preacher man The only one who could ever groove me Ahh, ooh, ahh....
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    Keep em comin' @ Warren Zevon...who knew? Well apparently you. I know nothing! Baby, do you understand me now Sometimes I feel a little mad But don't you know that no one alive Can always be an angel When things go wrong I seem to be bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree With a joy that's hard to hide And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry Then you're bound to see my other side But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood If I seem edgy I want you to know That I never mean to take it out on you Life has it's problems and I get my share And that's one thing I never meant to do Because I love you Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human Have thoughts like any other one Sometimes I find myself long regretting Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
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    How're you going to make your way in the worldWhen you weren't cut out for working When your fingers are slender and frail How're you going to get around In this sleazy bedroom town If you don't put yourself up for sale Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles Who's gonna know who you are Drugs and wine and flattering light You must try it again till you get it right Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night All these people with no home to go home to They'd all like to spend the night with you Maybe I would, too But tell me How're you going to make your way in the world, woman When you weren't cut out for working And you just can't concentrate And you always show up late You said you were an actress Yes, I believe you are I thought you'd be a star So I drank up all the money, Yes, I drank up all the money, With these phonies in this Hollywood bar, These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar Loneliness and frustration We both came down with an acute case And when the lights came up at two I caught a glimpse of you And your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase Your pretty face It looked so wasted Another pretty face Devastated The French Inhaler He stamped and mailed her "So long, Norman" She said, "So long, Norman"
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    I love this guy... I ran down the road Pants down to my knees Screaming, "Please come help me That Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!" And I'm writing a novel 'Cause it's never been done before First house that I saw I wrote, "House" up on the door And told the people who lived there they had to get out "'Cause my reality is realer than yours." And there's no time in the present And there's a black dog on the bed I went to the backyard To burn my only clothes And the dog ran out and said "You can't turn nothing into nothingness with me no more." Well I'm no doctor But that monkey might be right And if he is I'll be walking him my whole life I rode to Malibu On a dune buggy with Neil He said, "You're gonna have to drown me down on the beach If you ever want to write 'the real'." And I said "I'm sorry. Young man what is your name again?" Now everywhere I go In West Hollywood It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress And the actress wishing that they could We could do ayahuasca Baby, if I wasn't holding all these drinks Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner Bumming twenties as if I was the mayor I don't need any new friends, Mama But I could really use something to do So if you're up for it sometimes I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse Heideggerand Sartre Drinking poppy tea I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van And now these guys are pouring one for me I'll never leave the canyon 'Cause I'm surrounded on all sides By people writing novels And living on amusement rides
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    Something in me, dark and stickyAll the time it's getting strong No way of dealing with this feeling Can't go on like this too long [Chorus:] This time you've gone too far [x3] I told you [x4] This time you've gone too far [x3] I told you [x4] Don't talk back Just drive the car Shut your mouth I know what you are Don't say nothing Keep your hands on the wheel Don't turn around This is for real Digging in the dirt Stay with me, I need support I'm digging in the dirt To find the places I got hurt Open up the places I got hurt The more I look, the more I find As I close on in, I get so blind I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes I feel it in my sex, that's the place it goes [Chorus] I'm digging in the dirt Stay with me I need support I'm digging in the dirt To find the places I got hurt To open up the places I got hurt Digging in the dirt To find the places we got hurt [x7]
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    OOOHH... thanks for the tune. Shakey Graves are new to me. Watched them play just now on Conan. Good Stuff! Jesus Christ, girl What are people gonna think? When I show up to one of several funerals I've attended for Grandpa this week With you With me But someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig Jesus Christ, girl It hasn't been long so it seems Since I was picking out an island and a tomb for you At the Hollywood Cemetery You kiss On me But we should let this dead guy sleep We should let this dead guy sleep Jesus Christ, girl I laid up for hours in a daze Retracing the expanse of your American back With Adderall and weed in my veins You came I think? 'Cause the marble made my cheeks look pink But I'm unsure of so many things But someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig
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    Long time no meow.... In good hands with Miami.... Old soul, kind heart.....and angst....gotta love angst..... Next song....Transatlantic....From Bridge Across Forever..... [I: If She Runs] If she runs, let her run, run, run Just hope that she comes back If she breaks let her break, break, break Let apologies attract And is she's free let her be, let her be She's not in such bad company The big man's still got her name written on the wall If she cries let her cry, cry, cry 'Till there isn't anymore If she cracks, let her crack, crack, crack If that's what che's looking for And if she waits, let her wait, wait, wait You'll have to leave this one to fate It can't ever be too late, when she comes to call It's Hard -- Living with such uncertainty It's Hard -- climbing the statue of liberty It's Hard -- calming the beatle inside of me It's Hard -- missing my max and melody [II: Mr. Wonderful] Her lips were ruby red She had a pretty head Not even once did she miss Sunday school Remember what mama said, "Stick to the rules" This boy was something else Someone she knew so well Echoes of snakes in paradise Saw the strangest fire burning in his eyes. His name was wonderful And it's wonderful, just to be near him His name was majesty And his majesty's requesting your presence He took her for a ride Into the starless night Talked about far away place he's been Could take her down to the city of sin "Grab it while you are young trust me there's nothing wrong But she feard what was 'round the bend" Said "thank you, but no thank's, 'cause I've got a friend" His name was wonderful And it's wonderful, just to be near him His name was majesty And his majesty's requesting your presence [III: Lost and Found Pt. 1] Don't you think if you could be lost Don't you think you can be found Don't you think if you were the world, you'd turn it around Don't you start look behind Don't better stand up 'cause this is your time Don't you think that you'd better start changing your mind [IV: Temple of The Gods] In the Temple of the Gods We can get it on In the Temple of the Gods We will make our home Far from these Boulevards We will plunge headlong In the Temple of the Gods We will sing this song Give all the reasons that you know Slide down where the time moves nice and slow Ease back and relax No figures and no fax Awakening the stranger in your soul In the Temple of the Gods We can get it on In the Temple of the Gods We will make our home Far from these Boulevards We will plunge headlong In the Temple of the Gods We will sing this song [V: Motherless Children/If She Runs (Reprise)] Left the countryside for the city She resides now on the second floor No more gardening in the backyard Busy keepin' the wolves from the door Motherless children, ain't going nowhere Running in circles, time after time Careless, confused, frozen, faithless Dreaming this dream to ease our minds And if she runs Let her run Come on 'cause now the time has come The big man's got the mother and the son Written on the wall Don't want to hear it now..... This tune needs to be heard in its entirety..... Welcome back Katniss.....
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    Well, You and I both know that the house is hauntedAnd you and I both know that the ghost is me You used to catch me in your bed sheets just rattlin' your chains Well back then baby, it didn't seem so strange You used to bite, I used to moan But now I'm mumbling and you choke Well it ain't so scary on my own Tell me honey, what's a dagger without a cloak? I don't know 'cause You and I both know that the house is haunted And you and I both know that the ghost is me You used to catch me in your bed sheets just rattlin' your chains Well back then baby, it didn't seem so strange In the midnight hour you came alive I was lookin' for my crystal ball I was busy tryin' to charm that snake ...ssss When the sun came up we had no place to hide And you had to tell your friends that my fangs were fake I just had to You and I both know that the house is haunted And you and I both know that the ghost is me You used to catch me in your bed sheets just rattlin your chains Well back then baby, it didn't seem so strange Even when one is dead and gone It still takes two to make a house a home Well I'm as lonesome as the catacombs I hear you call my name but no one is there Except a feeling in the air You and I both know that the house is haunted Yeah you and I both know that the ghost is you Used to walk around screaming, all slamming all 'dem doors Well I'm all grown up now, I don't scare easy no more Yeah, you and I both know Oooohh Yeah, you and I both know Oooohh Yeah, you and I both know Oooohh Oooohh
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    See... I knew there had to be someone else lurking on da dus. But wait...I got U babe vs. wake up little Susie and being presumptuous...screw it. Dont read too much into it. We're just having fun. Walking through forests of palm tree apartments --- scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday --- eating their nuts --- saving their raisins for Sunday. Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows --- they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows. Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree. Just say a word and the boys will be right there: with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air. Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder? Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder. I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.'' This game that we animals play is a winner. Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree. The rivers are full of crocodile nasties and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass. He's a lover of life but a player of pawns --- yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn to light up His Jungle as play is resumed. The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.
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One size fits all in da Buff.... grrrrrlllllll can blaze a mean salmon.... Be free....be chill and most importantly be kind.... If the phantom is free a blessing is welcome....otherwise...., On his behalf...bless this food...please stay on the path .... Yada yada.... Carry on Cain74.....
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#300 post..... Boom Shakalaka!!!!! Carry on..... Yeah Mr T????!!!!!! hey boy ya look might fine in those jeans.... cue Eddie Murphy March 31st.... Ohhh what might tomorrow bring.... On my way to San Ber'dino peeps!!!!! Luv me sum Dweezil!!!!! rrrrrrrrrgrrrrrrrr....take it Ms. T
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Come and get it kitties! Tables all set, a place for uncle Rich and his bride and all you sDers who pass on by. Those on the west coast: I'll keep the fire Burning, if you make it here on time we'll be doing smores and games later in the parlour, cards and dice are my fave. Who's bringing the liquid? Geo got any wine left?
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Come and get it kitties! Tables all set, a place for uncle Rich and his bride and all you sDers who pass on by. Those on the west coast: I'll keep the fire Burning, if you make it here on time we'll be doing smores and games later in the parlour, cards and dice are my fave. Who's bringing the liquid? Geo got any wine left?
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My poor canadian born mom would be aghast that I would invite you all for din din but forget the sweets. PleaseForgive. As they say In Canadian, I am sorry. So tonight if you have not filled up too much, I am offering plantain tarts in (dis)honour of our former toronto mayor Rob Ford who is world Famous for smoking crack and talking Jamaican slang. Notice the u's. Those extra u's is proper English theys am.
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but we are waiting for Bill Walton to tweet it.
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Nice find DevilsFriend, and a good "heads" up for those who will be in Marin. 4th street will be a sweet little scene for those 3 evenings, me thinks. Better brew some beers Broken Drum!
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GOOD MORNING MY HAPPY FAMILY OF SD'ers !!! And a group thanks to rrrrrgrrrrr and Marye for this wonderful, whacky April 1st name and avatar change to our family and friends :-) Hey now, there is a significant VOl. XII; No.1 update in all of your e-mails this morning - it requires your attention !! (no April fool's joke on that one) Cheers All !!!
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I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore! I think a see a grrrrlllll with a pic a nic basket get caught up in a twister......coming outta the Great White North, maybe a Chinook??? I wonder what goodies are in there? Now I'll be checking in on occasion....this is unchartered waters....for even the most experienced head.. Sails n rails better be in tip top shape.... If I only knew how to find the Great and powerful Poobah?
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Have some coffee...while you're waiting...
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Nice smoke rings, dude !! Whatcha baking there, buddy??
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How's it goin' eh?
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how's it goin eh? Is that a pic a nic basket I see?
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i have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore...
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Pic a Nic basket.... Damn girl what's your name where you from and how may we be of assistance? Oh did anyone ever tell you that you look like Mr T? I mean that in as non a derogatory manner as possible....
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Follow me downThe golden road of devotion. I'm looking for the wizard!
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The yellow brick road? And who's that old hag with rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes that's laying under that double wide over yonder? Hey kid check out dem glitter shoes Foxy Shazaam! (Band reference Google if you don't know)
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"Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re trying to be so goodThey’ll stone ya just a-like they said they would They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to go home Then they’ll stone ya when you’re there all alone But I would not feel so all alone Everybody must get stoned..." Anybody know who what when where and why?
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Hey stop giving them ideas....now the munchkins are throwing stones....and singing...ashes ashes....all Follow the yellow brick road... Are you a good witch or a bad witch... Why I'm Trey from Phish!!!! I'll get you my pretty and your little trustifarians too!!! Oh my!!!!
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Ok finally found the Mayor of Munchklangland.... Ouch...stop throwing stones, YOU, yeah you, lollipop guild kid get over here. Do you know who I am, that's right Homey D Clown....think throwin stones is acceptable... Well, I don't think so....Homey don't play dat! Ok so mayor Mike, where do we go....stay on the path you say, which one....there are so many roads.... Ahhhh the Golden road that Dorothy spoke of, the yellow brick road.... But to get there I have to go thru Detroit....aren't there Lions and Tigers there, yeah and then Chicago....bears? Oh my.... Hey Dorothy the meek remember if we get to see the wizard, aside from asking to go home to TO, I mean Kansas, you have to tell him that the Dead are only playing 3 shows, all in Chicago....and Trey will play Jerrys parts.....most disturbing though is that Donna won't be there..... Ooooohhhhhhhyahhhhhayyyahhhayyyyy...wait that caterwauling ....listen.... Playin like a wave up on the sand....ya here that....the Promised Land can't be far..... A little help here, I'm on this tightrope and there ain't no net....but if we stay on the path....I'm sure we will see Oz the Great and powerful, he's in the Emerald city of Bedrock..... Oh yeah brontosaurus burgers and pterodactyl stew for supper, hopefully the Great and Powerful Oz will bless the feast.....(hint, hint).... We're off to see the meister, the wonderful wizard of Oz.... Later kitties....
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The heads are bowed the children calmwe pause and give thanks, and sing our psalm... Have a ticket, need a ticket, it's all the same We're all just players in Your game Bless this day and all who are here Keep us safe and away from fear... We give thanks for all that is before us, please bless us all, 'specially those who cuss. Amen.
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Dude, WTF did you put in your coffee this morning? SHARE SOME !!
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BEAUTIFUL, Geomeister - simply beautiful. Bt my fav is still that FF grand poo-bah avatar and that kick-step you got going on there. Don't pull a groin dude.
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who is this rrrrrgrrrr of which you speak it is merely Homey and Dorothy the meek..... I wonder who the Wizard is.... Gotta follow my muse.... Listen...."layin back in an old saloon, peso in my hands.....Everybody loves a polka"..... Guess Dorothy took another road, well ok....I came this far...as Van the man sez....it's too late to stop now... Thanks for the blessing of the virtual feast Fred, but I gotta stop at Mexicali for a cerveza and a siesta...can't wait to get back to El Paso though.... ok follow the yellow brick road...hey look it's Michael Jackson!
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Ok done throwing stones, apples, oil can....Trey on roof...hey scarecrow wanna play ball... Bag it tag it sell it to a butcher in a store, you pill head! Lion in the distance.... Gonna do my best Samson....If I had my way! Fat chance, we can't always get what we want... Run toto run... Just figured it out, Dorothy ran off with the cast of the wiz....easin on down the road, feeling bad... Guess this path is for my steps alone...thanks Geo for the advice....you oughta write a book.... I will be back, got some poppies in the distance...gonna be awhile...
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After addressing the poppy situation, 40 winks later, an ER visit and 2 amps of narcan, Homey wakes from his dream like state, steadfast on reaching the great and powerful Oz.... To his left he sees Dorothy doing the thriller dance with Michael...boy did Eddie Van Halen sell out...but for the sake of time we will save that thought for another day....
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The evil Trey....poppies...poppies.... how do you pass that up, oh yeah....where's my $20 yo? Want it back with interest.... Cuz homey don't play dat! So glad you made it...friend.... ;-)
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Those poppies are glorious, said Dorothy of the North, just the spot to take a slumber.What's that in the distance, a figure of rodent royalty. The queen of mice and rats in drain ditches is here too!
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Can't say I blame her.... Billy Jean...ahhh forget it... Yes it's a Squirrel of a different color!,,,, (Thanks kid...I'm good but not that good) your turn...
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Having awoken from her poisonous sleep, Dorothy found herself being stared down by hundreds of field mice. Whilst she slept, the Tim man had chopped off the head of a wildcat who was chasing down the Queen of the Field Mice. "Off with its head", he shrieked! Wait that's a different tale.Oh well, off The path again and back down the rabbit hole I Goes.
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WTF..., Ok I'll play along.... speechless here....give me a few.... really...really....??? this was unscripted btw....
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Am I who I think I am? I look in the mirror and I see Mr T.... When this trip began you were me..... And I was homey? We gotta see the wizard grrrrrllllllll.... cue the wizard....hey geo... Help Cecil help..... Going to rewatch Eddie Murphys Delirious.... I'll be back!
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How come no stealie dangling from your neck?
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....Dorothy here.... Best plans of mice n men go astray when Mr. T is in the house.... Happy April Fools Day I guess... Still going to meet the wizard tho....
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As we begin the next chapter, Dorothy has just awoken from a DeLerious doze in the coCaIN fields. Tinman, by the stroke of his ax has decapitated a wildcat Who had been chasing the Queen of field mice. This brave feat has earned him A pledge of allegiance by the queen and the thousands of mice. No doubt this rodent help will come In handy for Dorothy and her crew on their quest.
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So kitties, Dorothy n Mr T? WTF...homey don't play this....are thru detox n rehab... N we disposed of the evil Trey....a little Sunshine Daydream in aqueous form.... I'm melting, I'm melting....stuff a sock in it brah.... So here we are Homey and Dorothy the Canuck waiting for the almighty Oz, no Geo to impart some divine wisdom...to all of us lost on the path...or the road or the drain ditch.... We saw chicken hawk, and Fred, n Michael Jackson and even Mr T, we traveled the golden road, followed the yellow brick road and arrived in the Emerald City....ummmm Bedrock.... What lesson is that we need to learn from this oh Mighty one? Poobah what say ye? (Don't leave us hanging dude, we got stuff to do)
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Gotta change my avatar back....that was a sick joke....Mr T really?Not cool... Kitties... Follow your own paths... They are your own... There is a fountain..... If our paths cross in Chicago or Oz or Buffalo I am all in.... However I am taking a step back... To quote Roger Waters... Through the phish eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.... gotta get down to the Cumberland Mine, that's where I mainly spend my time.... If you need me, you know how to find me... Chicago or bust.... Happy April Fools Day... Thanks Tami, George, Totem, Friend...where's my money brah?, and Foghorn aka the chicken hawk... And especially Mike Langley...love you Klang.... rrrrrgrrrrr out!
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All is right in the Dead.net City of Oz, except for the litter of meece, a headless wildcat, that barefoot lady with the house on top of her, and various characters in our play who might not ever look at a forum post under the Sundream Dayshiners thread ever again in the same way.... Thank you for imparting your wisdom on this thread, and showing it isn't just a great rock and roll band that can play "Space and Drums" during the middle of an otherwise structured set; characters like you can get pretty wild too. As you leave the theater of the mind, be sure to leave little crumbs so we can follow you safely out of the forest. Or, as the case may be, rescue you should you get lost. Take care, keep the stories coming this afternoon, know that the Wizard has your back, and you still have a few hours left on this April Ship of Fools Day to play your hand with us. We won't fold, we won't bluff, we won't double down, and we won't try to go all-in; that comes in July. Thanks one and all...as darkness descends this evening, fear not, the door is open, the fire burns steadily in the hearth, there is a snifter of brandy on the side table, and we'll leave the light on for you. Take care, don't ever forget your friends and family and be kind to all. Oh yes, one more thing...remember that you CAN dance as you listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock your soul, for you most certainly do know how these songs go.... Peace Geowizardfredmeister
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...is that i seem to understand most of this -- the path right foggy, fer sure. did you know that Dorothy finally did get to live in Oz forever? A princess, no less. Auntie Em & Uncle Henry, too.
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...to hide a Sunshine Daydream. Here I am! Hey rrrrrgrrrrrr, you promised a welcoming package????
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Ok....one encore..... In the past two weeks I've gotten to know some some SD members, some by text, some by email and a lucky few by phone....Those whom I've reached out to and those who have reached out to me....we are no longer strangers, but friends without faces....to the rest of you I hope to make your acquaintence... after tonight, I'm out of the kitchen.... So brontosaurus burgers, pterodactyl stew and Molson beer, eh? I cooked it, George blessed it, Supper Is Ready.... see you all in the new Jerusalem (that's Chicago) may God bless you and yours.... Go Leafs Go!!!!!! rrrrrgrrrrr has left the building! there's no place like home!
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Dude, rrrrrgrrrrr welcomed you x pages/blogs ago. Day late and a dollar short my man !! Happy 4/1 !!