kidsmoke

Happy birthday, Mike. Now have your cake:

and Edith, too:

Get it, have your cake and Edith too?

Oh never mind.

Dumbledore gets better.

Now you two quit sniping. Or is it Snaping?

This breaks my heart. She was incredible.

Bonnie, that photo is priceless!

What? Noooo!

Did you recently upgrade your iTunes?

No

Close the screen and re-open.

Tried that...several times

Ok, I'm about to just give up here. I've never had a problem getting a webcast before, but I can't get this one at all. Quicktime starts up, does the loading countdown, then the words "switching transports" come up, and nothing further happens. I don't even know what "switching transports" means. WTF?????

HELP!

he looked more happy there in the vid than in b'ham. Maybe had some drinks. B'ham was wierd though...you could hear a pin drop. never thought I'd be at a show with that many people being quiet.

Jeff's a nondrinker. Sounds like the crowd was a really nice one. Anybody have The Minus 5 setlist?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.......I love his bit with the big flip-pad!

He's brilliant.

Here you go:

Wham-O

Am I the only person on earth who has no idea what a superball is. Please enlighten me.

These days they are more commonly called "High-Bounce balls". The originals were about 2" in diameter, made of rock-hard pure black rubber, and were really dangerous. You could put an eye out and stuff. They were basically rocks that bounced. If you threw one down hard, you could easily get a fifteen foot bounce out of it.

Before superballs, balls were just balls, and fairly boring. And somehow the now-common hi-bounce balls that you find everywhere just don't have the same magic.

The big ones here are the ones I'm remembering nostalgically:

grab me one of those cold Rolling Rocks from the very bottom

Patience Wheelco, the cooler stays locked until the actual day of the show.

Just finished this...it's a great story, very unusual and fascinating. I read until I was bleary-eyed last night, wanting to know how it all turned out. Highly recommended.

Next up, some wonderful books from a certain secret Santa. Oh Boy!

Jahilia, that Jaynes book looks intriguing!

PETA needs to reconsider their position on cricket musicians. They dig playing with Glenn.

Well of course they do! It's a privilege! And as long as nobody is messing with superballs and froggie's not there, nobody gets hurt.

ONLINE WEBCAST PARTY!!!!!

I call the recliner next to the cooler!

Note: Kidsmoke just referred to him/herself in the third person.

Yes, kidsmoke worries herself a bit when she does that.

We have live crickets in the house as food for the kids' frogs and toads. We transfer them from purchase-bag to their holding bin with the utmost care, but a few brave souls always manage to vault to freedom. Glenn can come over anytime he needs crickets, because there are usually a few spares running loose....not as many as at Nonlinear's house, though.

Lucky!!

Lucky, and dangerous! Does it really get any better? I'm not even going to get into climbing over the freight cars when they were stopped at our favorite crossing coming home from school. kidsmoke is fortunate to have survived childhood.

So how about that Glenn and those fake crickets?!

It's a FRIDAY

She's got a point you know. What kinda strange school are you going to, yvon?

Glenn has an article in March's Modern Drummer mag about glueing coins to his brushes and making mallets out of superballs cut in half.

 

True story.

Not that this has much at all to do with this thread....ok, nothing at all....but when superballs were first invented, the fat 2' diameter black hard rubber ones.....we lived close to a superball factory and my 2 big brothers would go down there and collect the factory rejects that were slightly misshapen or had a lump on them......They'd bring home boxes of them! Man could those thing bounce! And talk about unpredictable!!!!!! And talk about your parents yelling and telling you to get away from the big glass patio doors!!!!!!!!!

Those were the days, my friends.

i really should invest in a used lear jet. these eastward trips on a school night just don't work out.

Oh pshaw yvon. See you there. Be there or be square.

I can bring pudding.

It's my favorite time of year to have a birthday!

Happy birthday!

Personally, I feel it is the only time of year to have a birthday!

A toast to our own dear huh? What? Basil, without whom VC would have significantly less spice!

And now, Basil cake: this is what came up when I put "Basil cake" in the search engine. Who am I to argue?

Have a wonderful day and a wonderful new year of life, Robert!

Happy day to you my sweet birthday sister!

 

Looking forward to more of this...

 

Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy to my dear birthday sister, who has graced the planet with her beautiful self for half a century now!!!!! (I'm still winning, by the way.... )

I figure, if you're going to share a birthday, only share it with the very best. Love ya, Chris.

Thank you, everyone, for all the love and good wishes. There isn't a better set of internet friends anywhere, and I feel very blessed to be in your company.

The whole show was amazing. the highlights were "Spiders" (the old version), "Jesus, Etc;" (the one song where EVERY drunk shut up and sang :-P), "Acuff Rose", and "Dreamer in My Dreams" (both done completely unplugged.)

 

He was as funny as ever though tonight. The gay joke, impressions of audience members, taking requests from only people who raised their hand...Jeff was on fire.

 

I could've gone for "Wishful Thinking" though ::Sigh:: oh well :-)

Even if it means that you start sipping Seabreezes and walking mincingly, you've gotta figure a show like that makes it worth it, right?

Now excuse me, I need to go put up some drywall in our garage. Where's my damned ballpeen hammer?

I'm the compromiser. To the max. I also hardly ever sleep well, so take it for what you will.

Troubled sleep is usually all about guilt. Do you think it could be that loud, pounding heart beneath your floorboards, Dan?

Jeff referenced this list MULTIPLE times at the new orleans show tonight.

Might've known this wouldn't escape his eagle eye!

I'm speechless. I'm without speech.

In the immortal words of Sunny Baudelaire, "Words fail me."