Big Bad Moon - I believe that until the JSX Joe used a modified DS-1. I believe it was the Robert Keeley pedal. I know that Vai still uses it. Tone Ahoy!

Zinc - The Viagra post was definately one of the best you've put up.

Suzie - I totally understand. While my home kaputer is only 5 years old I am spoiled by having access to all the latest tech here at school. The guy I do research for makes sure that we are up to date as much as possible. So what are did you move into? (like I know England) Is it city, country, suburbia...? I don't have a pic of my digs but here is a birds eye view This a pretty cool site for the area I'm in have fun.

Mikesb - Funny you should ask that. I got in the shower this morning and ,of course, my soap hadn't made it back yet. Kids!! I looked at the fruity soap and just couldn't do it. I dripped all over the bath and got the hand soap from the sink instead. Much better. As for Gary, I have one of those brains that are on ten different things at once. Makes it hard to concentrate but.. Anyway, My brother and I say that are brains are like theaters with different conversations going on. If you've been in a theater you know that there is always a guy in the back row causing trouble. That is the guy that comes up with these songs. Hopefully that explains things a little. If not you can Shoot a poison arrow through my heart.

This one is actually serious

I found this on Sammy's site and thought I would share.

Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give and to see just who in this home did live. As I looked all about, a strange sight did I did see... No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind, a sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I'd seen. This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I'd heard stories about them, I had to see more, so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone. Curled up on the floor of his one bedroom home.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene. Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean shaven, his face weathered tan. I soon understood this was more than a man. For I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the nation, the children would play, and grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year, because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice, "Santa, don't cry. This is my choice. I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more. My life is my God, my Country, my Corps."

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep. I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I watched him for hours, so silent and still. I noticed he shivered from the cold night's chill.

So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, and covered this Marine from his toes to his head. Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold, with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.

And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside. I didn't want to leave him, so quiet in the night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.

But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, said, "Carry on Santa. It's Christmas Day, all secure." One look at my watch and I knew he was right. Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi, and goodnight.

Wednesday's Soap Update.....
This morning, since I got a nasty elbow from my wife with along with a request to turn over and "Stop that F#$%in' snoring !" I was a little more coherent as I stumbled to the bathroom. Therefore, I managed, in the dark, without my glasses mind you, to waddle my fat ass to the other bathroom where in the cubbard awaiting me like a beacon of nice smelling clean was a brand new bar of Dial soap. This is not my usual soap. I am a bit of the princess and normally use Aveda soap or sometimes we will get all "earthy" and make our own soap. But, Hail, today I am clean AND I don't have that feeling of being chased by an orange every where I go. So far a good day.

If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token token Write it on a pound note pound note

CHORUS: Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Don't drink don't smoke - what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion That would be a joke You know we're going to set them set them So everyone can take note take note

When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs eyeballs Pretending that you're Al Green Al Green

No one's gonna tell me What's wrong or what's right Or tell me who to eat with sleep with Or that I've won the big fight big fight

Look out or they'll tell you You're a "Superstar" Two weeks and you're an all time legend I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unspoken Get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token token Write it on a pound note pound note