Arson Smith wrote:OK, I gots to chime in on this one...

First car I ever owned... a 1980 Chevy Monza that I bought sometime in 1991 or so in Champaign, IL for like $500. At first, the car seemed like it ran fairly good. You had to laugh though at the flat rust-red paint with the white Starsky & Hutch stripe that run across one side up over the roof and back down the other side though...

This was my first and last experience with a 'stick', for a two reasons
(You can give me all that bull you want to about how automatics suck, but I simply don't' care)

#1) For some reason the damn clutch cable would break ALL the time... must have replaced 3 of those within a year or so... the last time the cable broke on me, the mechanic told me he flat-out could not put another one in because there was nothing left to attach it to (?) due to excessive rusting of the firewall or somesuch. I finally found another mechanic about 30-45 minutes south of Urbana who just welded a massive hunk of metal in there and fixed the cable up again. The drive out there involved my friend Ray driving behind me and every time I absolutely HAD to come to a full stop (red light or stop sign with opposing traffic) Ray would have to push my car with his until I could jam the fucker into gear again. That was a tedious drive.

#2) What truly cemented my negative opinion about the manual transmission though was the first time ever I was fortunate enough to be with a young lady who wanted to orally pleasure me while I drove. Well Jesus we were in the city and you just can't "maintain" when you have stoplights and stop signs every fucking block! It worked out OK for everyone in the long run, as I took my frustration out on her in a manner that she truly enjoyed once we got home, but still... I knew then and there that I would NEVER own a shitbeast 'stick' again. When your transmission choice gets in the way of your headjob... then you know your priorities are all fucked.

I hated this car so much that I literally gave it away. I was getting ready to move out of state that summer and a gas-station co-worker who never ever had 2 cents to her name expressed interest in it. I signed the title to her right then and there and said "Enjoy." She insisted on taking my new address and promised to send me "a little bit each paycheck" but I never got any $$$ from her (I already knew I wouldn't when I gave it to her) and I still really didn't care (I bask in the confidence that the karma of the clutch cable caught up to her) and this was back when even a hundred bucks or so would have meant a lot to me (DID I MENTION THAT THE CAR INTERFERED WITH ME GETTING BLOWN?) Yeah, I hated it that much.

Arson Smith wrote:MIKE: Didn't you get our message? Neil, why didn't you phone our message?!

GUARD: [checks clipboard] We did get a message, yes..."Beep beep beep, oh no heavy, the coins keep comin' out, beep beep beep, even the telephone hates me, beep beep beep, I wish there were no machines, and everyone led a pastoral existence, trees and flowers don't deliberately cool you out and go beep in your ear."

NEIL: Yeah, that's the message, didn't you get it?

So what I'm sayin' is... serious NOT CRAP.

toomanyhelicopters wrote:Voivod's second album, RRROOOAAARRR. They somehow released this and their third album (Killing Technology) both in the same year with some astoundingly drastic differences between the two, like production quality, level of intelligence vs belligerence, and overall coherence. the production is horrible, the energy is high, and of course it's hard to go wrong with a song called F*** Off and Die. This album, to me, represents their most raw album, and is such a contrast to their following albums which are so much more hi-tech (all around). I think I hated it with a passion the first five or so times I tried to give it a chance. almost 20 years later I love it.

Flaneur wrote:

steve wrote:You can't lie and claim a kuriki, because everyone has to see it, but if you want to lie low and send the cup away, feel free. This is bad play, but not illegal.

Lying low can be a good move if you're trying to finish off a guy two or three to your right.

In Savage, Minn., our simple version was called Mexican. Four quarters in front of each person, one for each kill, winner take all. Stackies always were a problem with the Yahtzee cup and dice.

"Crêve salope, ta vie vaut pas cent balles !
Crêve salope, t'accouches d'un cadavre !"

hench wrote:long time reader, first time poster...

i'm getting ready to release my first album- looking at the various duplication places (bellwether, discmakers, etc)... i see that all of them
have this IPR form (intellectual property- no sampling without rights etc etc)...

apparently members of the IRMA (int'l recording manufacturers assn) require one to fill this out...

and of course my album contains quite a bit of unauthorized samples (in the dj shadow/dangermouse vein of things... mostly obscure, but a few quite obvious little bits and pieces).

it's not likely that i'll be able to clear any of these.

so... just how carefully are duplication places reviewing what i submit for copyright infringement? and are there places out there that would maybe turn a blind eye my way?

yr help is appreciated. thanks.