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Dunno. Shrooms always made me nauseous. I had a great time AFTER "taking care of things", but then used get the biggest goddamn headache the next day. No thanks. Didn't do acid a lot, but always had the best time when I did. We used to hike way out in the desert, both in California and Baja, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Why none of us were ever bitten by a rattlesnake is beyond me. One of those crazy risks that you don't think about at 23, but looms large as I approach 53.

Actually, I would probably welcome the whiners and haters having their own forum. It could be called "www.billssuck.com", and it would probably have the same 5-6 threads, all pinned: Our QB sucks! Our LT/RT sucks! Our Coaching sucks! Our Front Office sucks! Dick Jauron sucks! (for those who just can't get over it) Ralph is cheap! Have I left anything out? Heck, there could even be polls, and a Hall of Fame. And all the whiners and haters with zero patience can sit there all day and post their collective diatribe. Because if the whiners and haters actually DID set up "www.billssuck.com", we might actually get Tim Graham back on board. Somehow John Wawrow came back...who knows, there's always promise. I'm not saying that a board full of rosy-eyed zombies would make for the most even-keeled forum, but the whiners and haters just make this place intolerable. I'm enjoying the ability to post here again during the off season, and will continue to do so until (e.g.) November when the Bills are (e.g.) 4-10. This place just becomes a bitter, twisted collective suicide watch. If I want anger, venom and shrill howling, I have a job. I get paid to listen to it there. I mean, Jesus, don't you ever get tired of whining?

When he is selected to the Pro Bowl this year, you'll be wearing that jersey and doing the Snoopy dance in front of the mirror. And please, dear God, tell us you'll be wearing more than the jersey when that day gets here. But - Go Evans!

Two very classy monikers, whatever they call you. Maybe I'll read Feynman tonight while listen to The Dan. Happy Birthday, you eclectic luddite.

Wow, Tom! Absolutely! I'm reading "The Battle for the Falklands" by Hastings, and have read "Das Reich", "Overlord", "Warriors", and a few others that I can't remember at the moment. I'd also recommend ANYTHING by John Keegan and Antony Beevor. This having been said, I thought Halberstam's book was one of the best ever written. Have you read the series by Atkisson ("An Army at Dawn" covering the Torch invasion of North Africa in 1942)? As for my comment "Echoes today's news", I stand by it. It's never easy for any Commander in Chief, of either party or political stripe, to have to pull their generals aside and fire their asses. It doesn't happen often in our country's history, but it does happen, and it's an agonizing experience.

I'd certainly recommend to anyone with the attention span that extends beyond their last text message to read "The Coldest Winter", by David Halberstam. The best recounting I've ever read of the Korean conflict. MacArthur was a vainglorious turd, and the country is better off for Truman's dismissal of him. Echoes today's news, doesn't it?

I'm still working off an Onkyo from a million years ago, and I swear by it. And old habits die hard - screw belt drives. I'm a direct drive guy all the way. But the critical piece is the cartridge. Good luck on THAT. Mine is a Shure, but to be truthful, I don't use it a lot, and haven't had to replace it for a long time. Wish I had "The Answer" for you, but no such luck. Just another view point.

As I read this, therefore, I'm to understand you have a problem with tramps...? I mean, you know, tramps that look like THAT? Let's cue to Camera Three: Spiderweb: Hi. My name is Spiderweb. KK: Hello, Spiderweb. I'm KK. You're new here, aren't you? I'm tired of the same crowd. Would you like to get out of here? Spiderweb: I'd respond, but I need a second handkerchief for the drool. Sorry for the spray. You're not a tramp, are you? Because I have a problem with tramps. Hey, where are you going.....?

1) Salmon grilled on a charcoal barbecue. Simply wash clean and season with Lawry's Seasoning Salt. Place the salmon to the side of the grill, with the skin side down for the first pass, and make sure that you toss a "chunk" (measuring ~ 4 cm x 1 cm x 1 cm) of hickory onto the coals JUST as you close the lid. Drink a glass of your favorite. This should take about 10 minutes. If not, well, speed up. Flip the salmon with a spatula, this time putting it closer to the middle of the grill. Drink another glass of wine. Throw in more hickory if you wish. Or keep drinking. This whole process should not exceed 20 minutes. Sorry to be repetitive, but keep the salmon away from the center of the grill, because it's just going to be to damn hot. Once you've removed it from the grill, here comes the tricky part. Remove the skin (should peel right off), and then take a sharp knife and pull away all the twitch muscle (it's the dark tissue). This gives the salmon its "fishy" taste. Scrape this off and drop it into the firepit, and dig in. You'll note a tremendous improvement in the taste. 2) Venison spiedes at the parking lot at the stadium, seasoned in Italian dressing, on a hibachi. Serve with Labatts Blues. Garnish with a Bills win. Haven't had that in awhile, actually. "Ocean Breeze" - Pablo Cruise

I've not met any of the Jills, but a million years ago I met a number of the Los Angeles (!) Rams cheerleaders. Of course they were all very pretty, but what really stood out in my mind was that they were...well, tiny! No one measured taller than 5' 4", as I recall. Being vertically-challenged myself, I found this hot. My question to you, Jack, relates to the average height of the Jills. Are they tall and statuesque? Or do they just look that way in the photos? And, trust me, you've not met "her". This I know. She didn't have that sense of humor. "Distracted" - Al Jarreau

She was YOUR wife?!

1) The missing link? Man, I'm searching high and low for a CD version of "Touch Me There" by L. Shankar. It's been called the "Lost Frank Zappa Album". I have it on LP, but it's from 1979, and that was a lot of miles ago. Scratches, dust, "ashes", the works. I've searched Amazon, but it ain't there. But I'll keep looking. It's that good. 2) Anything by Crash Test Dummies. Many thanks for the "Oh La La" citation. I'll look for it. 3) Waiting for Columbus. Yes. Yes. Yes. Lots of great memories. 4) If you like "Pet Sounds", you have to get Brian Wilson's "Smile" album. Talk about an acquired taste. But if I was stranded on a desert isle (well, with a stereo and power to drive it, of course), I'd choose "Smile". And "Touch Me There". Dammit.

A beautiful woman from the U.K. whom you've never met, and never will meet. And believe me, Sparky, if I could get my hands on her again - even as a die-hard Bills fan - I wouldn't be wasting my time watching a stoopid Bills game. Next? "In the Jailhouse Now" - The Soggy Bottom Boys

Like many on this board, I was at that game. Possibly "THE" sports highlight of my life. We listened to replays of Van Miller all the way back to Caledonia...or wherever the hell it was we were heading that evening. Apologies, but after wandering around on the the field in the melee following the game, things were...well, "blurry". Someday, kids. Someday...

I heard an article on Manute Bol a few years back on NPR. I never realized how much humanitarian work he'd done for his home country, and in how much pain he lived each and every single day. That was a brave, strong man. Safe travels, Mr. Bol.

You're right. I've gone off on a tangent, and need to throw up. I'll be back when we talk about puppies. Oh, wait. I hate dogs. And kids...

As for your last comment, I can concur, because I work with several of them. Many are employed higher on the food chain than am I. This thread, is, of course, beginning to creep me out. That having been said, there is a logical argument to be hashed out, and goddamn it, we're going to do it. Here's the gig. At the end of the game, we're talking about oxygen consumption by the brain. Let's not dance around the issue. Lose O2 to the attic, and everything else is as useless as talking about the Bills pass rush. Guillotining is going to be sudden and complete, and will leave upwards of (I don't know) a litre of blood in the cerebral vasculature. There is a lot of oxygen in that blood. It's going to feed brain cells, and those cells are going to function happily until there is no more oxygen. What will that INTACT brain be thinking for those XX seconds while the air supply runs out? Well, isn't THAT the stuff of nightmares? Let's all hope he/she/we had a good life, and let's grab some popcorn and watch the show. Let's choose Door Number Two. Death by firing squad. I'm guessing - just guessing, Dean - that this is going to be quicker, by nature of the delivery of the "blunt" trauma. It's not really blunt upon entry, of course. A 0.30 calibre slug, by definition, will be one-third of an inch upon impact. Since they're rifled, they don't stay one-third of an inch for very long, because they're spinning at some ridiculous rate, and when they hit the cranium, they encounter friction, and begin to splay outwards. A million years ago, my father shot a moose in Newfoundland with a .3006, and was able to recover the slug when the animal was butchered (side note - we ate moose for a long, long time). The projectile had expanded from a little over three-tenths of an inch to about an inch in diameter. Think about that. An INCH in diameter. I wouldn't want that in MY head. Now add four more of those holes (because they shoot 5 shots, with one blank). That's REALLY going to mess up the circulation. You're just not going to be able to move blood around the vascular bed that is the brain with five (5) one-inch holes drilled throughout. It's a nice thought, but it's not going to work. Things are going to short out pretty quickly. Guess I've pretty much beat this horse to death. "Starman" - David Bowie

Okay, I'm just going to work logically here. I have no expertise in this area. In the event of a "humane" execution, I guess one would aim for the heart because the thorax is a bigger target, and there are lot more vital organs to hit. You're going to "win". And the rib cage is going to contain the explosion. Less messy. Aiming for the head...uh...well, more "bang for the buck". But it's a smaller target, and 5 of 6 sharpshooters hitting the head with .30 calibre slugs? Yuck. Think "watermelon dropped from a 4-story building". "Lay Around the Shanty" - Jonathan Edwards

Fresh beefsteak tomatoes on a grilled hamburger in August. Big, wet ones that require two napkins. No pesticides. No hot housing. Hell, no hamburger. Just walk down to the garden in August before anyone else does and pluck them off, rub them on your shirt for good luck, and lean over when you bite, because they're going to explode all over creation. Oh, my, that's "living" in summer time.

Do I get both of these from a date with Beerball? Hell, I'm in!

"City of New Orleans" by Arlo Guthrie. As an aside, you'd have to have a good reason to go to Cairo. The problem I'm having as I type this is that I can't imagine for 3 nanoseconds what that reason would be. Nothing would be worth the trip.

Sorry to add to the anecdotal, Dean, but - working in the cardiac monitoring world - I've watched a few people $#!+ the bed on the table in cardiac arrest, and at ~ 5 litres/minute, it takes a few minutes for the oxygen delivery to the brain to cease. Even with a spastic heart. I'm not saying it's a pretty thing, but blood flow is blood flow, oxygen consumption is oxygen consumption. I can assure you those are some very hectic and focused minutes for the team around the table. God bless 'em. A shot to the head? With multiple high calibre slugs? Whew. That's pretty severe. Residual circulation isn't going to help you a lot there. That would be pretty final, and in a hurry. But I defer my comments to Rubes, of course. Or any other MD on the board. "Car on the Hill" - Joni Mitchell

Just me, of course, but I'd take the Steelers O-line any day of the week. At least such as it existed during the two Super Bowl teams. This having been said, assuming Wood comes back in the form in which he left (not with the broken leg, but just a few minutes prior thereto), I'm starting to feel confident about the interior of this line. But don't think for a minute that Roethlisberger or Brady or Montana or Jesus was going to perform on a Pro Bowl level with the line, and the offensive coaching, that the Bills have had over the past 4 seasons.

Having now posted on this idiotic thread a couple of times, it just struck me... What the hell do I win? I mean, now that I'm the winner and all.....

I was sleeping with my Administrative Assistant for the first time that week. For the next 16 months, everything after that was pretty anticlimactic. How did the trial end up? "Feel The Benefit" - 10 CC