2long that is the scariest thing I've ever heard of.

GC

Personally, I think my favorites from that era were...

The Seven Million Dollar Man
Wonder Woman
The Bionic Woman
The Wonder Twins (and the rest of the superheroes on Saturday mornings; I liked Aquaman, too)
The Big Three (yes, I was a Trekker when I was six)

Trixie Belden
The Hardy Boys
Curious George (from earlier in my life, but still the 70s)
Watership Down
Stuart Little
The Trumpet of the Swan
Little Women
Little House on the Prairie
Anne of Green Gables

Cat Stevens
Neil Diamond
John Denver
The Mystic Moods Orchestra
Vivaldi's Concerto for Mixed Instruments (I listened to it over and over and over again.)



And my bike.


Hmm. There are many more that I could probably add to the list. I'll stop there.

Hey the only scary show I remember was Dark Shadows with Barnabus Collins the vampire.

Or the movie Wait until Dark where the blind girl was hiding behind the open fridge door, not knowing she was lit up like a festival for her attacker.

Never heard of any of the shows you all are talking about though. That's strange in itself.

Psst Gray - it is not shellac after all but thanks for the tips.

Oh no I changed the subject and killed the thread again. Sorry.

If you get the chance download "Perfect Love" by Marc Cohn and James Taylor. The acoustical guitars are just beatiful, and so is the singing.

Listen with head phones if you can.

Beautiful!

JJ - I'm a huge fan of the original JLA. Now I'm a huge fan of the new one. Another book by Richard Adams (watership down) that I adore is Maia. It's awesome! Infact, we have a moderator on these boards with the name of one of the main character's mother....beautiful sub-story about that character.

Post 70s Conan comic books are a fave, too.

Did anyone ever see the Night Gallery episode where the lady is buried alive in the glass coffin. Screaming meemie scared for weeks. (shudder)

See dearest Weaver, you killed nothing. We just paused for a breath.

- Kimmy

Cool. I'll have to find Maia. The only other Richard Adams book I ever tried to read was Shardik. Didn't make it past the first bear attack, though.

This is set 20 years before - same world, different empire.

They talk about the Ortelgans, and there are a few as characters in Maia, but they aren't the main thang.

It's a much better read than Shardik, imo.

- Kimmy

I didn't go out last night. I was so tired. Could have gone to sleep at 8, but instead stayed up until after 2.

"I'm a night owl" is a facile way to put it. I think I have a real problem, almost a fetish for being awake late at night even though I'm tired, even though I have to get up at 6:30.

Before going to sleep, I read some of The Road Less Traveled, the anecdotes, or case studies if you want.

Peck's personal history troubles me. He's very glib when asked about his past infidelities. He admits that the only reason they ended was because he became impotent. His wife left him last year. He has children who will not speak to him. He seems to think everything that affects him is about him. These facts damage his credibility with me, no doubt.

I'm digressing, but this is probably worthwhile because Peck is mentioned around here often enough.

I don't think hypocrisy is so great a crime that the work done by someone guilty of it should be dismissed. So I read things Peck wrote with as much skepticism as I can manage.

As I finally turned in and was trying to sleep, I thought more about my kink for staying awake late. I'd never thought of it as a behavior that might be rooted in my early experience, or as something that might be part of a real psychological ailment.

I've always deprived myself of sleep. When I was a boy I regularly stayed up reading until 1 or 2 A.M. In my early adolescence I sat up almost every night with a headphone plugged into a little T.V. in my room, watching David Letterman and usually whatever weird show came on after (anyone remember Morton Downey, Jr.?).

In college I stayed up studying until 2 A.M. pretty much every night, even if I had an 8:00 the next day.

In my marriage, my habits bothered my wife and damaged our relationship. When I was in grad school, she used to fall asleep on the couch next to me while I studied. Later, she'd just go to bed without me, and would occasionally complain.

I've paid the price for depriving myself of sleep thousands of times, and I still do it. I know it's not good for me, and I'm starting to get an idea of where it comes from.

My parents had awful, screaming fights when I was a child. I don't remember a time when it wasn't this way. The fights happened most every day, and went on for hours. In the summer the sound of Mom's screaming voice would echo across the neighborhood. The embarrassment was awful.

At night, after everyone had gone to sleep, my house was finally quiet. Maybe this peace was the reward that conditioned me into staying up at night.

I think my mother had some undiagnosed hormonal difficulties, and she was always frustrated because her various resentments, though always loudly voiced, were dismissed by my father. She's one of the kindest, most generous people around, and I don't have any lingering resentment about the discomfort I felt over all that anger and yelling.

Thanks, doctor campfire. What do I owe you?

GC

Hi Graycloud

Thanks, doctor campfire. What do I owe you?

I heard from the campfire. It said, "Firewood, as always, for me. And a bit of food or comfort for the others who spend time in my light and warmth."

Hi Shul, Hi JJ.

Shul, how are you?

GC

So, GC,

Why do I stay up so late? I only started doing it lately. (pun?)

-AD

Fix You

Coldplay


When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

When high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Gray, you're beautiful. . . moving mountains with words.

I finally lit the burn pile today - Sept 11, 2005

I was going to wait for the D to become final and use it as a kind of ceremony, or maybe a signal fire, LOL.

But, I decided that was giving the D too much power. The conditions were right, little or no wind, not too dry, not too wet, and off she went.

I was rather surprised at how well it lit. Lots of leaves on those branches.

-AD

Hey Now! This transported Cajun Queenie *likes* Blue Bayou, thank you very much! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

I guess the allure of sipping coffee on quiet blue mornings in the swamps of LA, leaning over the porch of your stilted house and smiling down on the gators circling your pirogues isn't shared by all! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

I'm in a pi$$y mood.

"I thought that you knew it all
Well you've seen it ten times before.
I thought that you had it down
With both your feet on the ground.
I love slow ... slow but deep.
Feigned affections wash over me.
Dream on my dear
And renounce temporal obligations.
Dream on my dear
It's a sleep from which you may not awaken.

You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in disillusionment.

I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you.

I thought that I knew it all
I'd seen all the signs before.
I thought that you were the one
In darkness my heart was won.

You build me up then you knock me down.
You play the fool while I play the clown.
We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum.
You raise my hopes then you raise the odds
You tell me that I dream too much
Now I'm serving time in a domestic graveyard.

I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you.

Never let it be said I was untrue
I never found a home inside of you.
Never let it be said I was untrue
I gave you all my time"

-Dead Can Dance, "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove"

-ol' 2long

I see you are very tired, 2L. Understandably so too.

Oh, 2Long. I know mere words bring no balm but I wish it were so.

Thinking of you, friend.


slh

Feel all singy 2day:

"In the big house
Where the sun lives
With the walls so white and blue
In the red soil
All the green grows
And the winds blow across your face
They blow across your heart

It's the time of the turning and there's something stirring outside
It's the time of turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes

All the earth breaks
Like a stale bread
And the seeds are folded in the soil
Oh the sun pours
Then the rains fall
While the roots reach out right through the ground
They reach out through the ground

It's the time of turning and there's something stirring outside
It's the time of turning and the old world's falling
Nothing you can do can stop the next emerging
Time of the turning and we'd better learn to say our goodbyes
If we can stand up
When all else falls down
We'll last through the winter
We'll last through the storms
We'll last through the north winds
That bring down the ice and snow
We'll last through the long nights
Till the green field's growing again
Growing again"

-Peter Gabriel, "Time of the Turning"

-ol' 2long