Yo! Southy! You talkin' to me?buckethead alien wrote:If'n I can't make it to an organized event, I am damn well going to just get some friends together and rawk here, and if'n I can't get some friends together, I'm a-gonna just wander the foikin' streets m'self. Burp.sputnik wrote:Bucket, are you just going to wander the streets, or is there some organized event you'll be hooking up with?
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I know... it made me miss him like crazy tho...Rian Jackson wrote:OHMYGOD!!!GuinivereElise wrote:This is the closest I can come, Rian... (carvalho)
http://hem.passagen.se/zvonny/jason.html
you just made my day!
I would have put it on the page, but I couldn't... it says I didn't have permission. It was telling the truth.
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http://chips.luther.edu/modules/news/ar ... oryid=1772
that's all i'm sayin'. quotes from Jason. the link alone barely takes up any space. i'll stop now....
that's all i'm sayin'. quotes from Jason. the link alone barely takes up any space. i'll stop now....
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THAT'S THE FIRST THING I FOUND WHEN I WENT LOOKING FOR HIS PHOTO!!Rian Jackson wrote:http://chips.luther.edu/modules/news/ar ... oryid=1772
that's all i'm sayin'. quotes from Jason. the link alone barely takes up any space. i'll stop now....
And I HATE the fact that there were NEVER any pictures published of the board room... we worked our ASSES off... 45 minutes of the most gruelling slow motion I've ever done... we had 8 poses to hit, and 45 minutes to do them... that's a little over 5 minutes moving from pose to pose...
holy shit...
hard stuff...
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Yeah, that could be an issue.buckethead alien wrote:This is indeed a dilemma--how to prance around in a Santa suit at home and explain it you your three-year-old, not to mention tell her why it's okay for daddy to drink cleaning fluid but that she's not allowed to.
If you haven't been there yet, check out http://www.santarchy.com
They have some good resources for you.
It's going to be alright.
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Thanks, Sput. So I was thinking about you this morning while riding around in my truck with Mono pegged to 11 on the stereo. I gotta find some headphones so I can listen to your streaming here at the factory.sputnik wrote:Yeah, that could be an issue.buckethead alien wrote:This is indeed a dilemma--how to prance around in a Santa suit at home and explain it you your three-year-old, not to mention tell her why it's okay for daddy to drink cleaning fluid but that she's not allowed to.
If you haven't been there yet, check out http://www.santarchy.com
They have some good resources for you.
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Cool. And I think of you every time I touch a bucket. Hmmm.buckethead alien wrote:Thanks, Sput. So I was thinking about you this morning while riding around in my truck with Mono pegged to 11 on the stereo. I gotta find some headphones so I can listen to your streaming here at the factory.
Anyway...right now we're listening to Lust for Life by Iggy Pop
It's going to be alright.
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Oh fuck! Iggy! Gimme that link again!sputnik wrote:Cool. And I think of you every time I touch a bucket. Hmmm.buckethead alien wrote:Thanks, Sput. So I was thinking about you this morning while riding around in my truck with Mono pegged to 11 on the stereo. I gotta find some headphones so I can listen to your streaming here at the factory.
Anyway...right now we're listening to Lust for Life by Iggy Pop
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Ooh... I hadn't thought of that one... of course my 23 year old may realize that you can't drink Pine Sol... but I better explain it to him; with pictures...sputnik wrote:Yeah, that could be an issue.buckethead alien wrote:This is indeed a dilemma--how to prance around in a Santa suit at home and explain it you your three-year-old, not to mention tell her why it's okay for daddy to drink cleaning fluid but that she's not allowed to.
If you haven't been there yet, check out http://www.santarchy.com
They have some good resources for you.
and check out the Portland pictures on that santarchy site. You will see our own Rob the Wop once or twice there.
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I had a few friends from South Boston when I was in South East Asia. They were my homies... good people, tough as fucking nails....buckethead alien wrote:Sammy-sam, I wasn't talkin' to youse, but now dat yoo mention it...
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Too late Alison Moyet is finishing and Indigo Girls are on tap atbuckethead alien wrote:Oh fuck! Iggy! Gimme that link again!
http://141.217.10.201:8000
It's going to be alright.
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Southies are the shit, from what I recall from the $2 seats at Fenway back in the day.samtzu wrote:I had a few friends from South Boston when I was in South East Asia. They were my homies... good people, tough as fucking nails....buckethead alien wrote:Sammy-sam, I wasn't talkin' to youse, but now dat yoo mention it...
and Sput - I'm in. Yah.
phew! holy shit!! i gotta get in here more often... takes me waaay too f*&^in long to catch up...
does anybody need a drink, or are we just flappin' our jaws... 'tis lunchtime.... 3 martini lunch, anyone??
does anybody need a drink, or are we just flappin' our jaws... 'tis lunchtime.... 3 martini lunch, anyone??
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Bucket what city you going to be in this holiday season? Last I heard you were up in NYC here is a link to some Santa info there...
http://portland.tribe.net/thread/4d2d5b ... 60&r=10288
Happy HOing
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http://portland.tribe.net/thread/4d2d5b ... 60&r=10288
Happy HOing
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Oh and off the Santarchy site here are some Christmas carol for all of ya.
Twelve Days of Christmas
Lyrics by Peter Doty
On the first day home for Christmas my mother said to me:
You haven't got a decent thing to wear.
You've put on some weight.
You should get a job.
Visit your Aunt Rosie.
Still no girlfriend?
What's that in your suitcase?
You smoke marijuana.
Ester has two children.
Are you still on food stamps?
Herbie's getting married.
Your life is a disaster.
Both of us still love you.
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Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost ripping up your nose.
Yuletide carolers being thrown in the fire,
And folks dressed up like buffaloes.
Everybody knows a turkey slaughtered in the snow,
Helps to make the season right.
Tiny tots with their eyes all gouged out,
Will find it hard to see tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way,
He's loaded lots of guns and bullets on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is sure to spy,
To see if reindeer really scream when they die.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety two.
Although it's been said many times, many ways,
Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas,
Fuck you!
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Deck My Balls
Deck my balls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Tap the keg, inflate the dolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Don we now our rubber panties,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
We're a bunch of twisted Santies,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Naughty girls are such a treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
These North Poles were made for pleasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Fucked the elves, fucked all the reindeer,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Fuck the cookies, bring us COLD BEER! Fa la la la la, la la la.
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Silver Shells
City sidewalks, bloody sidewalks,
slick with holiday gore,
in the air there's a smell of explosives. Children wailing, people screaming,
as they run for their lives,
from the gunman who has taken the store.
Silver bells, shotgun shells,
It's Christmas time in the city.
Rink ka-chink, hear them ring,
Today is your last Christmas day.
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When the Saints Come Marching In
Oh when the saints,
come marching in,
all wearing red and drinking gin.
You'd better stand back, Mr. Shopper,
When the saints come marching in.
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The Christmas Song
Claymore bursting on perimeters,
shrapnel ripping through the snow,
Santa Claus clutching a hole in his side,
and elf parts with mistletoe.
Looks like Santa didn't know the password,
or maybe Rudolph tripped a wire,
there's bloody toys and goodies,
all roasting in the fire,
in what was Santa's sleigh.
Napalm streaming out of F-16s,
tracers light up the sky,
that'll teach you a lesson, you fat S.O.B.,
Merry Christmas, now die!
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White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
just like the ones I used to know.
Where the tree stumps glisten,
and the children listen,
on cell phones for good deals on blow.
Everybody knows,
somebody with missing teeth.
Piles of trash out on the lawn,
tiny tots beaten black and blue,
and Mama selling men her soul.
Street gangs drive by and open fire,
officer blue blows off your nose.
And though it has been sad,
many hours of the day,
Scary Christmas to you.
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Favorite Things
Halogen uplights and big-muscled fellas
Pink puffy draperies and drinks with umbrellas
Brown Puerto Rican boys tied up with string
These are a few of my favorite things
Penthouse magazine and silicone breasts
Girls dressed in leather with tatoos on their chests
Blonde lesbo orgies, a quick mid-day fling,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the whip cracks (oww)
When the cane stings (ooo)
When I'm feeling bad
I just think of a few of my favorite things,
And then I get hard...for Dad.
Twelve Days of Christmas
Lyrics by Peter Doty
On the first day home for Christmas my mother said to me:
You haven't got a decent thing to wear.
You've put on some weight.
You should get a job.
Visit your Aunt Rosie.
Still no girlfriend?
What's that in your suitcase?
You smoke marijuana.
Ester has two children.
Are you still on food stamps?
Herbie's getting married.
Your life is a disaster.
Both of us still love you.
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Chipmunks Roasting on an Open Fire
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost ripping up your nose.
Yuletide carolers being thrown in the fire,
And folks dressed up like buffaloes.
Everybody knows a turkey slaughtered in the snow,
Helps to make the season right.
Tiny tots with their eyes all gouged out,
Will find it hard to see tonight.
They know that Santa's on his way,
He's loaded lots of guns and bullets on his sleigh.
And every mother's child is sure to spy,
To see if reindeer really scream when they die.
And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety two.
Although it's been said many times, many ways,
Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas,
Fuck you!
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Deck My Balls
Deck my balls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Tap the keg, inflate the dolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Don we now our rubber panties,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
We're a bunch of twisted Santies,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Naughty girls are such a treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
These North Poles were made for pleasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Fucked the elves, fucked all the reindeer,
Fa la la la la, la la la.
Fuck the cookies, bring us COLD BEER! Fa la la la la, la la la.
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Silver Shells
City sidewalks, bloody sidewalks,
slick with holiday gore,
in the air there's a smell of explosives. Children wailing, people screaming,
as they run for their lives,
from the gunman who has taken the store.
Silver bells, shotgun shells,
It's Christmas time in the city.
Rink ka-chink, hear them ring,
Today is your last Christmas day.
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When the Saints Come Marching In
Oh when the saints,
come marching in,
all wearing red and drinking gin.
You'd better stand back, Mr. Shopper,
When the saints come marching in.
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The Christmas Song
Claymore bursting on perimeters,
shrapnel ripping through the snow,
Santa Claus clutching a hole in his side,
and elf parts with mistletoe.
Looks like Santa didn't know the password,
or maybe Rudolph tripped a wire,
there's bloody toys and goodies,
all roasting in the fire,
in what was Santa's sleigh.
Napalm streaming out of F-16s,
tracers light up the sky,
that'll teach you a lesson, you fat S.O.B.,
Merry Christmas, now die!
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White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
just like the ones I used to know.
Where the tree stumps glisten,
and the children listen,
on cell phones for good deals on blow.
Everybody knows,
somebody with missing teeth.
Piles of trash out on the lawn,
tiny tots beaten black and blue,
and Mama selling men her soul.
Street gangs drive by and open fire,
officer blue blows off your nose.
And though it has been sad,
many hours of the day,
Scary Christmas to you.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Favorite Things
Halogen uplights and big-muscled fellas
Pink puffy draperies and drinks with umbrellas
Brown Puerto Rican boys tied up with string
These are a few of my favorite things
Penthouse magazine and silicone breasts
Girls dressed in leather with tatoos on their chests
Blonde lesbo orgies, a quick mid-day fling,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the whip cracks (oww)
When the cane stings (ooo)
When I'm feeling bad
I just think of a few of my favorite things,
And then I get hard...for Dad.
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The first burner I ever knew.Sandwichman wrote:Oh and off the Santarchy site here are some Christmas carol for all of ya.
Twelve Days of Christmas
Lyrics by Peter Doty
The Lady with a Lamprey
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
"The powerful are exploiting people, art and ideas, and this leads to us plebes debating how to best ration ice.
Man, no wonder they always win....." Lonesomebri
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Jason - you in here? Thanks for the link. I might just be in NYC on Dec. 11, who the fuck knows..maybe I'll grab a late flight to Seattle. Santa's been good to me this year.
Sput: Chichibu-Yatai-Bayashi !! Buggin'
Sput: Chichibu-Yatai-Bayashi !! Buggin'
Buckethead, Buckethead you are like an Alien
Buckethead, Buckethead your head is like a dish
Buckethead, Buckethead sometimes you wear the Maybelline
Buckethead, Buckethead sometimes you're full of fish
Buckethead, Buckethead your head is like a dish
Buckethead, Buckethead sometimes you wear the Maybelline
Buckethead, Buckethead sometimes you're full of fish
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If you look in the Santa-con tribe you can probably find a city near you celebrating. If you make it to Seattle that would end up being a good bit of fun. What a better way to meet alot of Eplayans than trying to see past a beard and see if the person behind it looks like a picture that could be accurate or maybe a fallacy on the eplaya or a complete stranger for that matter.buckethead alien wrote:Jason - you in here? Thanks for the link. I might just be in NYC on Dec. 11, who the fuck knows..maybe I'll grab a late flight to Seattle. Santa's been good to me this year.
Sput: Chichibu-Yatai-Bayashi !! Buggin'
Jason
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