Saturday, August 30, 2003

Ahrens-Fox stamp and wedding

Here's that Ahrens Fox stamp I promised. Something else a little strange. Susan and I were looking through some old scrapbooks she kept from when we first strarted dating. Amidst the poetry (very bad!!!) and old high school newspaper articles I wrote (Bill's Psychedelic Etch-A-Sketch Lunchbox) was a picture of me from about 4th-5th grade. I was showing off my fire prevention poster (which one I prize, if I remember correctly), which showed a fireman's badge and, you guessed it, and Ahrens Fox fire engine I drew.

Also interesting... The name Ahrens Fox comes from a man and his son in law who ran the company. Actually, there was another son-in-law involved too, but his name wasn't included on the company billing. His name? Krapp. I'm not making that up.

I'm off to my wedding. Remind to post on that Texas woman's password.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Friday, August 29, 2003

Stamps

Back in the day, I was a stamp collector. I stopped around junior high age. I gave my collection to a cousin who was taking it up. Bad move. Anyway, this came in the mail today. I recognized them right away. These were some of my favorite stamps! I couldn't believe someone still had some kicking around, and then used them for postage! They're from 1974! Outrageous! I'll hang on to them. Maybe I should start collecting again.

My favorite stamp? An Australian stamp with an Ahrens Fox fire engine on it. I still have that one. I may scan it for you later.

DJing a wedding tomorrow, so I may post in the morning. Other than that, it may be quiet from me this weekend.

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This and that drum quiz


MAD MAX- the wander. always proud and strong ready
to take anything on


which mad max character are u?
brought to you by Quizilla

I sent Wellman back to the drum maker today. You see, I noticed last week the brass was already starting to tarnish. So I called kevin from Bearing Edge to see if he had any recommendations about polish and what-have-you. He called and said "It shouldn't be doing that. Send it back to me, and I'll fix it." So, away he went. I'll post when he makes it back.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Reasons 4 Love #21

Reasons 4 Love #21

Every Wednesday those who are involved in a relationship with somebody share a few (simple but significant) reasons for their love. I love Susan because:

She loved me all the way the way through my fire engine fiasco.
She gave Julia a wonderful cheese party.
She curtailing her spending to make sure there's enough left over for Julia to have ballet lessons.
She's very tender-hearted.
She keeps me happy. :-)

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

My Cheesy Daughter! :-)

My little girl is growing up.

It seems I was just taking her newborn picture. Today, she threw a party for friends that would be going to school at a different kindergarten than her. What kind of party was it? You guessed it, a cheese party! She picked it, I have know idea why. They had 3-4 different kids of cheese, some crackers, melons, berries, and juice. In reality, it seems like quite a little mixer.

In reality, I can't figure out why this cheese party has got me so sad...

My little girl is growing up.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, August 25, 2003

This then, is the end of the matter

Engine #4 sold this weekend for $3000. The town got what they were after. As my boss pointed out to me, it was the job of the chief to try and lower taxes and get the most he could for it. (Whether the tax payers will see any of that 3k is another matter...) And I totally agree with him. I just wish I had been given the honesty and respect someone dealing in good faith should get, in my opinion. And when I related my story to someone who actually works with the town (who shall remain nameless), that person said "That sounds just like him. That's the kind of guy he is." Anyway, #4 has a new owner, and I hope he respects her the same way I do.

Oh, and just for fun, lets see where this truck and this truck end up. (That second is the same year as #4. The only difference is it's assembled by Orens, not Alfie. But you can see the similarities, no?)

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Weekend Update, Chocolate Props, and Random Stuff

Brian Boru on Saturday was hoppin'! I so enjoyed that show WAY more than Bar Harbor. It'll be nice when Genova comes back. There were all kinds of hotties there that would've loved the Italian. And the crowd loved us, too. It's always nice to get appreciation.

In that vain, I played for a Salvation Army meeting last night. It seems the town of Lewiston doesn't want to allow religious groups from using the park across from the town hall. They have this idea that religious and political gatherings should use one park, amusement and festivals should use another park, and the arts should use a third park. The Salvation Army, three doors down from the "arts only" park, doesn't think they should have to truck across town to use an officially sanctioned "religious/political" park. So, they held a concert in the "arts only" park, and I was in the band with Mac Economy. You want to talk about appreciative crowd? They were great. And, using my talents for God's work was nice too. In all honesty, I'd like to play strictly in a band for God's glory, and get out of the club scene.

While looking through my temporary bookmarks, I found Lorem Ipsum. Go there and read all about the Latin text place holder used for hundreds of years. Also read about how Mitsubishi is designing a system to page your server when your beer is getting low. (Yet another something the Wop would appreciate!)

I must also give crazy, chocolate laced props to bookkeeping queen G. I was in a desperate chocolate way earlier this afternoon, and my office stash was all tapped out. She usually has a little somethin' somethin' stashed, so I asked if she could bail me out. She hooked me up tight with a great big Hershey Special Dark! Rock on, G!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Last night's gig at the Drowning Dolphin

I played in Bar Harbor last night. I won't name where. (If you want to know, there's an easy way to find out...) The bar tender was a complete bag. I would just as soon never play in a club she's working in ever again. She was rude to the band, the customers, her staff, and her boss. (If I were the boss, she'd have been long gone.) At one point she made the comment "I'm in the wrong business. I hate people." I agreed with her!

Tonight, though, we're at Brian Boru it Portland, one of the nicest places to play on Earth. I can't think of a nicer place to play, really. Nice people, free dinner, free bar (just two beers for me, please). And usually, the crowd is very appreciative.

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Leftovers from yesterday

Ebay's got a copy of Brautigan's Lay the Marble Tea. It's the first copy I've ever seen. I've now at least seen copies of most stuff. I've learned there's one book called "Return of the Rivers" that I didn't know existed. I haven't seen that one. (Of course, I just learned of it today.) And I just learned of this one today too.

I sometimes frequently get bored with the Internet. So I started randomly surfing other peoples links.I happened upon this one site that hasn't updated since June. But it had a bunch of links, so I started surfing them, starting at the bottom of the list. First link? Only one post on the page. Next link? "I'll be back in the fall." Next? "i am making a change. a rather drastic and significant change. sort of like changing one's name. i'm taking this site down." That post was May 19th. Seems like they're not in a hurry to take it down, huh. Man, I fell bad if I go 3-4 days without a post. I can't imagine going a month!

(Update) Just went to the next link off that page. Bad link. Let's see what the next one bings... Aha! URL could not be found! Next... Some kind of meme. Nothing to see here. Next... Another meme. Next... Ok something real here.

You know what? In reality, I'm a jerk.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Thursday, August 21, 2003

No Engine #4

I got the word tonight. Engine #4 will not be coming home to the Batty household. Here's how it went down. Earlier this week, I sent them an offer of $2350. In talking with Andy Swift, renowned fire engine restorer, he told me it would be worth between $2000 and $2500, as, from a collector's standpoint, it's not highly collectable. So I thought my offer was more than fair.

So today, I called the town and asked how long I should wait to hear a response. The woman who answered the phone said she knew the chief received it, and that he'd read it, but he mentioned something about an auction this weekend. The Owls Head Transportation Museum is having their auction this weekend. A little light went off in my head. They were going to try the auction, and see if they could get more for it. If not, they'd sell it to me. So I called the chief and asked him about that possibility. He said yes, in fact my theory was true. The truck was already at the auction, and they were going to see how it went there. If it didn't sell, then they'd come back to me, and let me buy it for my previous offer. I said "I feel a little strange that you already had one offer, and neither accepted nor rejected it, but tried to get more for it through other channels. If my $2300 isn't good enough today, then it shouldn't be good enough Monday. And, the only reason it would be good enough Monday is because I would be willing to pay more for it than the market price set at the auction. No, instead you take my bid, or, if it's not good enough, take it off the table."

Who knows? Maybe they'll get more for it. And if so, fine. But if they don't, they just threw away a bone fide offer from someone who would have babied that engine for the rest of its existence.

I would like to thank all of you who were willing to "buy a share" to make my dream come true. It was very thoughtful, and I can't adequately express my appreciation enough. And especially to my parents, who agreed to front the cash for me until I could raise all the money. Thank you all very much.

Now, I shall begin my hunt for a smaller, open cab American Lafrance! :-)

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Props to Paddy

My buddy Paddy did me a nice thing today. Yesterday was his b-day. He and his wife went out to dinner. Paddy thought of me, and brought me some leftovers. Tortellini with a cream and cheese sauce, with bacon, spinach, roasted tomatoes, and lobster. Yummy! I had it for lunch.

Now, before lunch hour is over, I'm heading to the dump!

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Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Reasons 4 Love #20

Reasons 4 Love #20

Every Wednesday those who are involved in a relationship with somebody share a few (simple but significant) reasons for their love. I love Susan because:

She works very hard at keeping the house clean--even if she has to stay up late to do it.
She's adjusted her scrapbook spending down so she can send Julia to ballet classes.
She loves her friends ver much--even the weird ones!
She loves me, and I'm weird too!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

My Grandfather's Clock

My grandmother, years ago, bought my grandfather a clock at the local atinque store (Arlene Drinkwater's shop). She thinks she paid $8 for it. I admired it for years. And, as tactfuly as I could, I made it known that when their estate was settled, that that clock had better head my way. Now that Father (that's we called him) is dead, Ma thought it appropriate to give the clock to me now.

"Do you still want Father's clock?" she asked me in church.
"Of course I do."
"Well, why don't you pick it up next time you're down. There's no reason you can't enjoy it now. Everyone knows it's going to you anyway."

I was choked up. That was several months ago.

Fast forward. Last night I was giving a computer lesson to my friend Jim. When Jim's not driving foreign sports cars, or playing Irish music, he's a clock maker. Since the clock wasn't running too well, I took it to him for a looksee. I described the problem, and he said it just needed a cleaning. He explained that whent you wind the clock, you tighten the spring. OK, I got that part. As the oil dries out, it gets sticky. So when you tighten the sping, the sticky parts rub together and, well, stick. But as the spring loosens, the sticky parts aren't bound tihtly together, and the clock runs fine. That explained why, if I wound it too tight, it would stop. But if I kept at swinging the pendulum, eventually it would run ok for 3-4 days.

While it was in the shop, I asked him about it. (It looks very much like this one.) Jim says it's French, and from 1890-1900. It's made of onyx, not marble like I thought. It has a rubby tipped open escapement. (That's fancy clock talk for a part that swings back and forth on the outside instead of the inside.) He'd tag it in his shop at $600. Good return on $8. Ma gave me permission to sell it, if I wanted to. It wont be sold while I have anything to say about it!

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Toothy Dreams

I've had some strange dreams the last couple of nights. Let's start with Monday.

I dreamt I was in this strange store, very much like a Mardens. This and that, but mostly crap. Anyway, inside the store was a small music store, set aside in its own little room. I went inside, and they were rennovating. There was carpet rolled up and leaning on a wall, mop buckets as whatnot everywhere, and no employees to be found. It was pretty dark in there. So I left, and, just outside the door, on the outside wall, I saw stacks and stacks of cymbals behind construction debris. I was just about to play some cymbals whe I noticed my tooth was loose. I played with it with my tongue for a minute and it fell out. Great. So I put my fingers in my mouth, and noticed the tooth next to it was loose too. So i tugged on it, and a bunch more teeth came out. I tugged some more, and I was ripping teeth out of my mouth, still connected to the gums! I was pulling my teeth out in chunks! Gross!

Then last night, I had another dream. This time, I was at the Black Pearl Restaurant. Except of course, that the Pearl was at the end of the runway at the Knox County Airport. I was eating a fried oyster with Gordon Page, when I cracked a tooth. I've done this twice, so I was quite sure what was going on. I spit it out as descretely as I could, and went to the bathroom. There I found out I hadn't cracked a tooth, but a temporary crown had come off. (I've done that too.)

There are all kinds of theories about dreams about loose teeth. Perhaps I'm entering a new phase of life (baby? fire engine?). Perhaps I'm worried about impotence (no). Maybe I'm concerened about my teeth (I am a little). The Chineese believe it means you're coming into money. I vote for that one!

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Monday, August 18, 2003

Long Weekend for a Quote

It was quite a weekend for me. Five gigs in three days. One good thing came of it though. Susan had not included my Sunday night gig in the budget, so she let me keep the earnings. It went immediately to the Engine #4 fund.

Speaking of Engine #4, I sent an offer to South Thomaston today. I've never made a bid for anything of this sort before. I have a feeling my bid is a little more "English major-y" that there proabably used to seeing. I may have waxed a little setimental. Of course, I did it on purpose. I hope they see that Engine #4 would go to a good home. See the "get more here" section to see what I actually sent.

Set this day by the hand of Billy Rhythm [Link] [Get More Here]

Saturday, August 16, 2003

Last night at the gig...

...this woman came in. Very strange looking. She was wearing a cowboy hat and a drover. Of course, it's August, and it was warm last night. Seemed a little hot for that kind of rig. She took the coat off, and her midriff was all hangin' out for all too see. Too warm to cover your belly, yet cool enough to wear a long coat. Oh, the things we do for "fashion."

Anyway, I went outside and saw this. The juxtaposition was too much, and I had to take a picture of it. The Harley is a 100th anniversary Heritage Springer. I'm not sure the model of the yellow bike, but my brother had one almost identical to it. So me and a couple of guys were admiring the Harley, joking about the scooter, when the hot/cold woman comes out, puts on a helmet, and jumps on...

The Scooter! We could hardly contol ourselves. One of the guys was trying to hail a cab. The others were heckling him, trying to get him to get a ride with Ms. Too hot Too cold. Neither would have any of it.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

For the WOP

Heard this on Car Talk this morning. It reminded me of someone I know. I link to it for your enjoyment.

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Friday, August 15, 2003

Jazz and Cemeteries

So Billy Rhythm and the Uptown Rhythm Kings played a rare daytime gig this noon. Had many people stop by--I appreciate you all. My wife and daughter stopped by as well. As I frequently do (or whenever I get to be the leader at the gig), I did a little speech: "This song is my favorite ballad of all time. I love it so much, in fact, I named my daughter after it. This song, then, is "My Funny Valentine." Someone in the crowd said "That's such a derogatory song! Do you know what the words are?" I didn't bother to answer. And yes, I do know the lyrics. To me the lyrics say "Honey, you may not have movie star looks, and you may not be a Einstein, but I love you just as you are, and you should keep it that way." They're not derogatroy at all--unless you read them wrong.

In any event, here's a picture of us at the gig. Patrick "Paddy" Rowling on bass (far left), me playing the Charlie Jones "Big PinK" drum kit, and Dave "Not From the Five" Clarke on guitar on the right.

Dig this. Another lover of the graveyards. And, it's the same person from whom I stole my site layout idea. It's really given me inspiration to do my graveyard photo work. Maybe I could use the fire engine as my work mobile... Plenty of storage...

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Thursday, August 14, 2003

Poems from Everyday Life

"Do you know what?" I said.

"What?" She said.

"You're really pretty."

"I know."

She's her mother's child.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Reasons 4 Love #19

Reasons 4 Love #19

Every Wednesday those who are involved in a relationship with somebody share a few (simple but significant) reasons for their love. I love Susan because:

She made lunch for me today so it would be ready as soon as I got home.
She looks after a sick child and never complains.
She cleans up after a kitty that I would have long ago given away.
She gives a very cute "hairy eyeball."

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Tuesday, August 12, 2003

Fire engine news

There's news on the fire engine front. Today, I talked with Andy Swift of Firefly Restorations Andy is a nationally known vintage fire engine restorer. We talked for about 20 minutes, and he gave me beaucoup advice. He also agreed to help me should I ever need anything, which is really nice. He also invited me to his shop sometime. The last couple of days, I've been quite psyched about owning a fire engine. It kind of comes and goes. First I feel it, then I don't. Now, I do. I've also got a call into a storage place. Andy advised me that good storage is what keeps everything together. He said one year outside for a Maine winter, and all kinds of stuff will go wrong. So I'm waiting to hear about storage, and also insurance. And then, I think I'll make an offer. Andy also gave me some really great info on the value of the truck. What made me feel good is that my thoughts and his really jibed.

Julia is doing very well. We don't think she has mono after all. She just seems to be in to good of a mood. Everyone says how tired you are with mono. Julia was a little more tired than normal today, but not any more so than she would be with just a cold/flu.

Don't forget about the Meet Billy Rhythm Through Music cd. Email me your physical address if you want one mailed, or if your local, just let me know you want one.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, August 11, 2003

Fun night

Slight problem with the network, so I had a few phone calls and emails to answer tonight. One of my drum students didn't show for their lesson. I'm just eating supper, and it's quarter after 9. Julia probably has mono. Don't stand next to Billy Rhythm!

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Sunday, August 10, 2003

More Fire Engine Madness

I drove the fire engine today. It's a big truck. As fire engines go, it's not huge. But you'll take up all your side of the road. You've got to double clutch it, and the tranny isn't synchro-ed, so I ended up grinding a bunch of gears. And, it's got a two speed rear end, which I'd never driven before. And while you're driving 'er, you'd better stay on your toes. The test drive really made me think again about the practicallity of owning a fire engine. Just what will I do with this thing? Sure, it would be cool to preserve a piece of history, but I'm not sure I'm the right guy for the job. Do I have the time and money to see everything through?

Just more to ponder.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Saturday, August 9, 2003

What drink?

What Drink Are You?

I don't even know what this drink is!

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Friday, August 8, 2003

Fire engines and music

Do you want an update on the fire engine? Sure, you all do. Here's what's up. I called the chief of South Thomaston's fire department, and talked to him about the truck. I may take a test drive on Sunday. I called my insurance company. They, of course, had no idea how to insure a vintage fire engine. So they're calling me back. Progressive doesn't do vintage vehicles. I called my mechanic in Somerville. He's a volunteer firefighter, and into all things old. He said he'd be happy to work on it. I tried to contact a vintage fire engine restorer in the area, but his answering machine takes 5 second messages. So I'll need to shoot him an email. Storage is the next big problem. I need a place to store her year round, and someplace I can get to her easy enough if I want to take her for a spin.

Mind, this is not a done deal. I could go either way at this point. I'd like to have it, but still. And whenever I have a doubt, one of you comes up and says "Dude, you should totally get it. Don't think with your head--use your heart." So, it is pretty tempting.

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Don't forget to come see Spork at The Black Pearl Saturday night. We'll play a Jazz set from 9-10, and a little blues and rock from 10-11.

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I've got the tunes ripped for my "Meet Billy Rhythm via the Songs He Loves" CD. I'm still going to make a nice little jacket, letting you know artist, title, and why I love the song kinda thing. Let me know if you'd like one. Be sure to include your address.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Wednesday, August 6, 2003

Reasons 4 love #18

Reasons 4 Love #18

Every Wednesday those who are involved in a relationship with somebody share a few (simple but significant) reasons for their love. I love Susan because:

She's really taken the lead in planning for a baby. She moved out of her scrapbooking room, and moved Julia in, so Julia could have the bigger room, and the smaller room could be used for a nursery.
She did all that work herself, including moving the bed.
Last night, even after working hard on the moving, she still made a yummy supper of fried chicken.
She hasn't said one bad thing about my dream of owning a fire engine, even though I have no good reason for wanting to own one other than "I want one."
She's got a good sense of humor.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Lunch

Lunch time at the office computer. Susan's having a cousin over for lunch before she goes to college. So I'm staying here. My friend gave me 1/2 of a meatball sub, so I'm having that. I can't wait until The Pastry Garden puts their new Onion Baguette on the menu. It's a Freedom baguette stuffed with onions, with more onion slathered on top. They even hand delivered a sample to the resident onion fiend (moi!). Very yummy.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2003

The only perscription is more cowBELL

The Cowbell Project

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Heartfelt thanks

I want to say thanks to all who were willing to donate to a Billy Rhythm fire engine fund. You are all very sweet and thoughtful.

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Bourbon and tacos at work for lunch???

Jim Beam warehouse destroyed in fire. Jim Beam is the parent company of Bookers--my fav! Hope that wasn't the storage for that!

I worked in our Damariscotta office today. One of the guys there is on vacation. Very weird place to work. You'll go an hour without a phone call. Then, all four lines will light at once! You'll get throught that rush, and then silence. This afternoon, four customers brought their computer in to be worked on. All within 5 minutes of each other! They all sat and waited. I quipped "Have a seat please, the technician will be with you shortly." In the Rockland ofice, it's usually more of a constant stream. Until something breaks!

Lunch today? Paco's Tacos. Here, I made a big mistake. I ordered a chicken supreme burrito. And, since I was hungry, I ordered a taco too. All to go. I sat out in the parking lot to eat lunch. You'd think that was a mistake, but no. No, I ate the taco first. It was very good. So then I went in after the burrito. Holy crikey! This thing weighed 50 pounds! It was big. My belly wasn't big enough, believe it or not. All afternoon, I was just a moanin'. Note to self: one burrito at Paco's is enough.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, August 4, 2003

My Fire Engine Love

I've made a page declaring my love for South Thomaston's Engine #4.

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CDs and Drums

I've found a listing error on ebay for a Gretsch snare drum. I won't post it yet, as I don't want to jinx myself. But it's been up almost a week, with no bids, at a super-low price. I'm ready to pounce.

I've got this crazy idea in my head. I'm thinking I'd like to make a little CD compilation of songs that I really like. Funk tunes, jazz, maybe a song with me on it, whatever, and then send it to my "online friends" like the WOP and Maria, and any of you locals who might be interested (Jim, Paddy). Sound like a cool idea? Meet the real Billy Rhythm based on his musical choices? Hmm...

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Strange day, weird vibe

Something very strange going on today. Too strange. More later. Maybe. Depends on the continuing (of lack of continuity) of the said strangeness.

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Friday, August 1, 2003

Religon, quizes, and poetry

Interesting results from my quiz... Two things struck me right off. First, my beloved Susan answered every drum question wrong! She thinks I have more drum sets than I do. Looks like it's time for me to sneak one into the house! :-) Also, there's one particular question that very few people are getting right. And, so far, those who've gotten it wrong have all picked the same wrong answer. Interesting, no?

Find Your Warped Personality
this quiz was made by mysti

Not really feelin' that one...

find your poetry style
this quiz was made by mamaslyth

That one's a little more on track. One slight problem though. The example given is mostly iambic tetrameter. A true Shakespearian sonnet is iambic pentameter.

"Oh why, my muse, oh why will not you grant
But one good line to sign above my name."

--first two lines of an ok sonnet I wrote years ago. Iambic Pentameter is ba-DUM, ba-DUM, ba-DUM, ba-DUM, ba-DUM.

Would Jesus eat chocolate if it were available to him? It's a question that came up at work today. My thoughts? Sure he would. It's not what goes into a persons mouth that makes them unclean, it's what comes out. The other angle was no, he wouldn't eat it, as it's too of-the-flesh, not necessary for the body, and is mostly fat. Your thoughts?

Also, I was doing some other Biblical research online, notably dealing with the rapture of the Church. In so doing, I've discovered there are a lot of religious freaks on the web, spewing forth all kinds of nonsense, and none of it Biblical. When in doubt, I go to the Book. What's it say in there? That's what I'll go with, thank you, not some twerp giving real Christians a bad name on some Geocities web site.

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]