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  5. Posted

    I am also watching the Sox (I'm in Rhode Island) and I'm about to fire up the ps2 for a bit of World cup action. Wife and son are sleeping and the vicodin is kickin in. I had a long day at the beach today so I am takin it easy tonight. BTW planes were practicing for this weekends airshow just off of my beach. It was not as good as usual because of the weather but it was still cool. :banana:

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    I would love to hear these six without a doubt. I caught soundgarden live right before they broke up so I got most of Superunknown (incredible)

     

    Bruce Springsteen--Greetings From Asbury Park NJ

    Jimmy Cliff--Anything would do.

    Red Hot Chili Peppers--Blood Sugar Sex Magik

    Soundgarden--Superunknown

    Rage Against the Machine--RATM

    Alice In Chains--Dirt

     

    The next three were in contention for my #1 choice but I had to go with my #1 favorite album of all time (although these are 1A, B, and 1C). I listed what I thought would be the highlights of the shows.

    The Doors--The Doors

    "Break on Through

    "The Crystal Ship"

    "Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar)"

    "Light My Fire"

    "Back Door Man"

    "The End"

     

    Pink Floyd--Wish You Were Here

    Originally, the album was to consist of three songs that the band had been playing live over the previous two years: "Shine On", "Gotta Be Crazy" and "Raving and Drooling." "Shine On" was preserved as "Shine On You Crazy Diamond", while Roger Waters decided to drop the other two, which later became, respectively, "Dogs" and "Sheep" on the Animals album.

    "Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Parts I-V"

    "Wish You Were Here"

    "Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Parts VI-IX"

    Animals woulda went great along with WYWH in one long show.

     

    Led Zeppelin--Led Zeppelin(1)

    1. Good Times, Bad Times

    2. Babe I'm Gonna Leave You

    3. You Shook Me

    4. Dazed and Confused

    7. Communication Breakdown

    8. I Can't Quit You Baby

    9. How Many More Times (This song woulda been the highlight of the show imo)

     

    AND THE WINNER IS..........

     

     

    The Grateful Dead--Wake of the Flood

    This is my favorite record of all time and I would pay huge $$ to be able to see this played live. It would also be very cool to have Bruce Hornsby and Branford Marsalis sitting in.

     

    "Half-Step, Mississippi Uptown Toodeloo"

    "Let Me Sing Your Blues Away"

    "Jimmy Row" (Would love to hear Jerry alive and jammin on this one)

    "Stella Blue"

    "Here Comes Sunshine"

    "Eyes of the World"

    "Weather Report Suite"

    "Prelude"

    "Part I"

    "Part II {Let It Grow}" This would have to close the show and no doubt would be the highlight.

     

    RIP Jerry. :wub:

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    A couple more funny ones.

     

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    Jesus Quintana: What's this day of rest shat? What's this bullshat? I don't fockin' care! It don't matter to Jesus. But you're not foolin' me, man. You might fool the focks in the league office, but you don't fool Jesus. This bush league psyche-out stuff. Laughable, man - ha ha! I would have focked you in the azz Saturday. I fock you in the azz next Wednesday instead. Wooo! You got a date Wednesday, baby!

     

     

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    Jesus Quintana: You ready to be focked, man? I see you rolled your way into the semis. Dios mio, man. Liam and me, we're gonna fock you up.

    The Dude: Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.

    Jesus Quintana: Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shat with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you, stick it up your azz and pull the focking trigger 'til it goes "click."

    The Dude: Jesus.

    Jesus Quintana: You said it, man. Nobody focks with the Jesus.

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    Clerks:

     

    Randal: Oh fock you! Fock you, pal! Jesus, there you go: trying to pass the buck! Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex-girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one? You want to blame somebody? Blame yourself! (mimics) "I'm not even supposed to be here today" You sound like an azzhole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here - you're here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder, like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you over-compensate for having what is basically a monkey's job. You push focking buttons! Anybody could waltz in here and do our jobs. You - you're so obsessed with making everything seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante - and badly I might add. I work in a shatty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy Jay's got it right man, he has no delusions about what he does. Us - we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people who come in here to buy a paper or God forbid, cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so focking advanced, what are we doing working here?

    love

     

     

    Mallrats:

     

    Breakfast, shmreakfast. Look at the score, for Christ's sake. It's only the second period and I'm up 12 to 2. Breakfasts come and go, Renee, but Hartford, "the Whale," they only beat Vancouver once, maybe twice in a lifetime.

     

    Brodie: One time my cousin Walter got this cat stuck in his azz. True story. He bought it at the local mall, so the whole fiasco wound up on the news. It was embarassing for my relatives and all. But the next week, he did it again. Different cat, same results, complete with a trip to the emergency room. Then, last week, I saw him in the pet store. He was buying another cat! I said, "Walt, what the hell are you doing, you know you're just gonna get this cat stuck up your azz too, why don't you knock it off?" And he says to me, "Brodie, how the hell else am I supposed to get the gerbil out?" My cousin was a weird guy

     

     

    Chasing Amy (Not really a monologue, but funny as hella):

     

    Hooper X: For years in this industry, whenever an African American character, hero or villain, is introduced USUALLY by my white artist names. They got SLAPPED with racist names that singled them out as Negros! Now--my book, "White-Hating Coon", don't have any of that bullshat. The hero's name is Maleequa and he's descended from the black tribe that established the first society on the planet while all you European motherfockers were all hiding out in caves 'n shat, terrified of the sun. He's a strong role-model that a young black reader can look up to. 'Cause I'm here to tell ya: the chickens are coming home to roost, y'all. The black man is no longer going to be playing the minstrel in the medium of comics and sci-fi fantasy. We're keeping it real! And we're going to get respect by any means necessary.

    Holden (Ben Affleck): Ah, c'mon, that's a bunch of horseshat! Lando Calrissian was a black guy, y'know, he got to fly the Millenium Falcon! What's the matter with you!

    Hooper: Who said that?

    Holden: (standing up) I did. Lando Calrissian is a positive role-model in the realm of science fiction fantasy.

    Hooper: Hey, FOCK Lando Calrissian!

    (Holden shrugs and sits down)

    Hooper: Uncle-Tom nigga, heh. It's always some white boy got to invoke the holy trinity. Bust this! Those movies are about how the white man keeps the brother-man down--even in a galaxy far far away. Check this shat. You got cracker farmboy Luke Skywalker, Nazi poster boy blond hair blue eyes. Then you got Darth Vader, blackest brother in the galaxy. Nubian god!

    Banky (Jason Lee): (standing up) What's a nubian?

    Hooper: Shut the fock up! (Banky sits down) Now. Vader, he's a spiritual brother, down with the force and all that good shat. Then this cracker Skywalker gets his hands on a lightsaber, and the boy decides HE'S gonna run the whole focking universe! Gets a whole KLAN of whites together and they go bust up Vader's hood, the Death Star! Now what the fock do you call that?

    Banky: Intergalatic civil war?

    Hooper: Gentrification!! They gonna drive out the black element to make the galaxy quote-unquote safe for white folks! In "Jedi," the most insulting installment when Vader's beautiful black visage is SULLIED when he pulls off his mask to reveal a feeble, crusty old white man! They trying to tell us that deep inside, we all wants to be WHITE!!!

    Banky: Well, isn't that true?

    (Hooper pulls out a gun, releases the safety, kicks over the podium and shoots Banky several times, and Banky falls, clutching his chest. All the other speakers and audience members (excluding Holden and Alyssa who we are about to meet) dive for cover or scatter screaming as...)

    Hooper: (shooting into the air): Black rage!!! Black rage!!! I kill all white folks I lay my motherfockin' eyes on!!

    (But don't worry everyone, Banky's fine, it was just blanks in the gun and a completely staged publicity stunt for Hooper's comic book title)

     

     

    Dogma:

     

    Jay: You know that guy, too? That fockin' guy. He made this flick "Sixteen Candles." Not bad. There's tats in it, but no bush, but Ebert over here don't give a shat about that kind of thing 'cause he's, like, all in love with this John Hughes guy. He goes out and rents, like, every one of his movies. Fockin' "Breakfast Club," where all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fockin' "Weird Science," where this chick wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh no, she don't 'cause it's a PG movie. And then, "Pretty in Pink," which I can't even watch with this tubby ###### anymore, 'cause every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little biatch with a skinned knee and shiat. And there's nothing worse than watchin' a fockin' fat man weep. Anyway all of John Hughes movies take place in Shermer, Illinois, where all the hunnies are top shelf but all the boys are whiney puzsies-except Judd Nelson man, he was fockin' harsh. So me and "Lunchbox" here figured we could live like fatrats if we were the blunt connection in Shermer. So we collected some money we were owed and boarded a bus. But you know what we found out when we got here? There is no Shermer Illinois -- movies are fockin' bullshit man!

  23. Posted

    How about this one from Good Will Hunting. Matt Damon at a job interview.

     

    Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a ######. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

  25. Posted

    You should prolly get an MRI and try and diagnose the problem. Could be a herniated disk. I haven't had any sciatica in awhile (knock on wood), but it was so bad at one point, I couldn't walk. Physical therapy helped a lot (and was covered by insurance). Stretching is key. The one that works best for me is: lie on your back, pull one knee to your chest, and hold. Repeat with other leg. Do it again with both legs.

     

    Another one, called "swimming". Lie on your stomach. Left and stretch out left leg and right arm, then do right leg, left arm. Also, make your hubby rub your back. Advil also helps. Also, alternating hot/cold. Cold packs, heating pad.

     

    HTH

     

    I agree with this 100%. You may have a herniated disc and not know it. I have 3 and it really sucks. You want to find out exactly whats wrong with you before you do further damage. Make sure you get an MRI and not x-rays or anything else because they don't pick up herniated discs or some other back injuries. HTH :clap:

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