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23 days without a cigarette ;)

One of my babies...... Happy http://s29.postimg.org/ng4c7vrwn/IMAG0402.jpg

Please, please...have someone capture the moment and post it here for the rest of us to see. :)

Wow, what were your conclusions? Hakuna matata, Que sera sera or fu*k it was their conclusions I believe....... :) Something along those lines, yes. ;)

http://i.imgur.com/0FoPLCh.png TABLOID REPORTER STILL MISSING Toronto 11 Jan 2014 Saturday Authorities are unable to ascertain the whereabouts of Yukon Blade Grinder correspondent substancewithoutstyle, who was last seen at the Huguenot Motel on New Year's Eve. RCMP spokesman Dick Moranis said that without any indication of foul play, not much could be done. "He's not a minor, and at this point we're assuming that he left voluntarily. The fact that he took that silly stuffed llama indicates that his departure was planned." Substancewithoutstyle's colleagues, Tombstone Mountain and Lorraine, had differing opinions regarding his disappearance. "I'm not concerned at all. It's impossible to say where a lead in the Rushgoober case will take you, so it may be necessary that he be incommunicado. I'm sure he'll return with a phenomenal story.", said Tombstone. Lorraine, however, wasn't nearly as sanguine regarding his fate. "He always complained that the Justice for Goober campaign was a fool's errand, and that the Huguenot attracted a bunch of derros and bogans. I even heard a rumour that he bought a banana plantation in Coffs Harbour. He's probably sitting under a banana tree right now, muttering to himself and trying to contact John Rutsey with a ouija board." Just In (3:40 GMT): According to an unconfirmed report from an anonymous source, substancewithoutstyle has been neglecting his YBG duties and spending his free time on a Farscape message board. A f**king Farscape board? That bastard!

:ebert: :ebert: That's some awesome work!

I'd love to hear all of Farewell to Kings.

If he keeps eating like this he's going to end up looking like Alex. Did I just say that out loud?

Exit...Stage Left

It was time for change or "time to change" when Greg wrote that inspiring song to accommodate his brother Peter. They didn't win if I recall but the lesson was they tried. Enough about the Brady Bunch.. I just wanted to scream something personal from the mountain tops. Don't see a large hill much less a mountain around here so here goes. All in the last 10 months..... 1 Right hand surgery and long term disability 2 Quit drinking beer daily (back in May). Used to drink 3-6 at home every day, every evening for 10 years!! Now None!! 3 Many of you know... Since my cast came off in May I have lost approx 45 lbs. My body is in the best shape its ever been. 36 + waist to 32 waist in 8 months. Diet change along with all the workout time. This is not a fad it is a lifestyle change. 4 Found this forum and signed up in September. I have jumped out of my shell and comfort zone and decided to hit "Post" the first time and haven't looked back. This is my first on-line experience of any kind and it has been wonderful. Last but not least. My last remaining and longest standing vice is now history as well!!! This vice has remained hidden from view from most friends and family. I have really been ashamed of it but have never quit until this week. NICOTINE !! Snuff!! Ewwww. Gross. Well maybe. I kept it well hidden and my teeth really don't look like something out of Deliverance. You would never know I did it unless you knew. I was embarrassed and very discrete. Anyway. Have been on the sh*t since my baseball days and stopped cold turkey 5 days ago. Still feeling a bit weird and unbalanced, tingly etc. I wouldn't have wanted to be near me the first few days either . Not looking for any credit for doing the right thing. Just wanted to get this sh*t off my chest.... Anyway its over and I will never go back. My 30 + year old best buddy (vice) is gone forever. Adios and good riddance!!!! And a big F U while I'm at it!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) Zero vices now and counting !!!!!!!!!

My favorite part is Alex's Dreamline solo. SO killer.

I like the story of 2112. Especially "Discovery." It has a very cinematic quality to it and I could definitely see this part played out in a movie. Oh yeah...the riffs rock hard too.

NO! This is about AL!! AL!! All Al!! Geddy has mastered the duck face though.

That was my 2nd Rush Concert! :Alex: :Neil: :geddy:

I just always laugh at Alex's hair in that photo...

Alex and Geddy were the only ones left standing. That isn't Lindy Young in that image, it's mitch Bossi. http://www.2112.net/...0mitchbossi.htm Lindy Young looked like this (far right): http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y288/Bluefunk/Rush/Hadrian_JoePerna_AlexLifeson_JohnRutsey_LindyYoung_1969-1.jpg Those are some mean-looking polite Canadians.

If he wasn't a member of Rush you girls would not give him a 2nd look, quite generally.

So would I... :)

"A Day in the Life". It's on Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. End of argument.

Pepper and I have an interesting relationship. Some days it's beautiful. Others I loath it. It's an album i have to be just in the right mood for. Abbey road is beautiful through and through. Mick

Looper.

:wub: :wub: :wub: That hair too. You girls are so silly. :drool: Hubba! :drool:

Alex and Geddy were the only ones left standing. That isn't Lindy Young in that image, it's mitch Bossi. http://www.2112.net/...0mitchbossi.htm Lindy Young looked like this (far right): http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y288/Bluefunk/Rush/Hadrian_JoePerna_AlexLifeson_JohnRutsey_LindyYoung_1969-1.jpg Blue knows her sh*t. Any questions? Thought not...... :)

He's just awesome! :ebert: :ebert: :ebert:

It appears Goobs could make a comeback, after this is said and done. Doesn't seem to social at the moment. Poor fella! Well, he probably won't appreciate a sharpened claw in his booty, then. Ya never know. He may love the pain. Seems able to appreciate awkwardness "May love the pain"..? :o Kinky..! :P

:cheers: It's all good. My point with that was that I can now just drink a couple watching a game or socially (like I used too). I no longer think its my friend that I had to greet over and over when I got home from a hard days work.... :cheers: Yeah, they call you the Working Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I guess that's what you are...

He's in Toronto...you didn't know? Here's the whole story The Yukon Blade Grinder Rushgoober: Canada’s Public Enemy #1 Gone are the days of lazing in the California sun, reporting on nose nibbling tarts and cults at Neverland Ranch. After witnessing the killing spree unleashed on escaped emus and countless press conferences with Sheriff Ron Howard, we make our way to the mother city of Canada—Toronto. The Yukon Blade Grinder has been on the scene since day one. The legendary story continues to bloat like a corpse floating in Lake Ontario, with sturgeons feeding on the body. Today we land in God’s country. Flying into this modern metropolis the sight is indeed magnificent. It’s North America’s fourth largest city. The buildings stand like giant Royal Mounties guarding Toronto. However, dominating the skyline—Anthem Entertainment International. The Yukon Blade Grinder is astonished, as the sight is beyond belief. In our world there are monuments that take our breath away: The Pyramids of Giza. Stonehenge. Giant’s Causeway of Northern Ireland. The hulking breasts of Dollywood in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. In this saga we are introduced to the newest wonder of the world. Approaching by helicopter it can be seen from miles away—La Chouette du Canada, or “The Great Owl”. It’s a 300ft statue of Canada’s national bird, perched atop of what is now known as Ray’s Place. With outstretched wings and fierce omniscient glare, the owl is Canada’s version of “Jesus over Rio”. As we get closer to A.E.I., we notice the owl has what appears to be a mouse hanging by its tail from the prodigious beak. This Yukon Blade Grinder reporter would be wrong. Turns out it’s actually a cage hanging by a chain. Residing inside is a dwarf, swaying in the wind. “I think people who speak in metaphors oughta shampoo my crotch” --Jack Nicholson How the man arrived at this point is now a matter of public record: Award winning actor for his role as Gimli in The Lord of the Rings trilogy. A jilted former collaborator of Michael Jackson, whose malice toward Emmanuel Lewis rivals that of the ancient god’s anger toward Vesuvius. He was the cream of the crop of Piccadilly’s vaunted street performers. Goober was also an esteemed member of the British Repertoires Acclaimed Wee Legion, hired by A.E.I. to perform in the much-anticipated Clockwork Angels extravaganza. Everything seemed to be going well before the tour kicked off. He had it all. Fame. Fortune. The company of hot, adoring women. And peas aplenty. From being shot out of a cannon during “Headlong Flight”, to portraying the obedient and eager Cabin Boy for the “The Wreckers”, his talent what a commodity few possess. Goober not only had access to the stars—he was a star. Things turned for the worse one night at the Orbit Room, at the ill fated “Battle of the Bands.” This catastrophic incident led to a Jerry Springer like moment involving medications, strippers, pissed off dwarfs, and members of Rush. After the tumultuous, and untimely dismissal of the entire performing cast, all parties were understandably disappointed. Disillusioned and angry (never a good combination for a dwarf) Rushgoober led the talented Seven Cities of Gold dancers on a spirit quest to his former residence—Neverland Ranch. His mission? Placing a curse on Canada’s most famous export via the occult consisting of naked women and exotic animals. The scene at Neverland was so odd, if Anton Lavey was alive, he’d be green with envy. All too happy to wash their hands of this depravity, the Santa Barbara Sheriff’s office dismissed all charges to deport said villain to Canada, where he faces perhaps the worst of circumstances—trial for “Impersonating a Rush Fan”. “All roads lead to Rome. When traveling, have two swords with you at all times!” --Marcus Arelius On Philospy and all things Roman However, the wrath of Canada isn’t the only issue on Rushgoober’s plate—he’s got the wrath of God to account for as well. Because of the cult’s actions, the spiritual world has a hand in stirring this bubbling cauldron of trouble. Time to call in the big guns. The “Peppy” pontiff, Pope Francis, came forward to show his allegiance to Vapor Trail fans across the globe with his epic Sermon on Mt. Nerd, while rocking his Neil Peart prayer cap. Indeed, a liturgical seismic shift with huge implications from a church that moves at glacial speed. To top that change of worship protocol, another sin was added to the list of “deadly sins”. Now there are eight. With that action taken, the Vatican declared that Goobs must repent of his vapor trolling ways, or face the burning flames of hell. That’s all minor compared to what he now faces. Today, the rotund mayor of Toronto, Rob Ford, is at the center Rushgoober’s universe. Pass the crack pipe, call your favorite hooker, and chill with some Poutine, for today we gain clarity. “How’s it going eh? I’m Bob McKenzie, this is my brother Doug” --Bob McKenzie What a curious monstrosity! Circling La Chouette du Canada, this Yukon Blade Grinder reporter is in awe. “Biiiiiig f***ing bird eh? Welcome to the new Canada!” quipped our chopper pilot. The YBG got a chance to look into the owl’s huge eyes, as he paused to hover a moment. Clear windows allow a good view inside, but we couldn’t resist looking down to the swaying cage below where Goober flashes the middle digit, whilst showing us his hairy dwarfen arse. However, such behavior cannot detract from the magnitude and importance of the band’s new state of the art recording studio, now declared a national treasure, located in the head of the owl. Pointing to the enormous left eye our pilot brings the YBG up to speed on the status of their latest recording. “That’s his new drum instructor rubbing his shoulders like he’s some sort of boxer. Neil’s been in there all week working on the new William Shatner album. We’ve never seen him throw so many sticks. He downs a shot of the Macallan when he screws up a take. The papers say he’s got drummer’s block. Kinda like writer’s block. It’s a growing concern in the city. Must be a tough assignment, but when it’s finished it’ll be bigger than anything Bryan Adams ever recorded.” While flying into the Toronto it was hard not to notice the multiple Jumbotrons throughout the city, giving a voyeuristic peek into the world of Rush at work. On screen is the man possessing the “Hands of God”—Neil Peart, banging away on his kit and staring into the distance as if meditating on the fracas below—or not. Obviously he’s rehearsing to rehearse. Our friendly pilot was more than happy to give a complete update. Apparently Ged and Alex play paper football out of sheer boredom as Neil stumbles through take after take. “The Toronto Gambling Commission has established odds for their epic games. Geddy always wins. Man we got it made!” Through the eyes of the owl we see genius at work. “Out on the streets, that’s where we meet” --Ratt Round and Round Down on the streets of Toronto is another story. Canucks dance around giant trash fires and torched cars as emotions rise with burning passion. Effigies of Rushgoober hang and cast grim shadows as Poutine vendors make a buck off of the hungry crowds. Apparently you can get it with or without bits of Michael Jackson’s nose (relax—they’re just cheese curds). This national dish is served in a collectable Vapor Trails bowl as mandated by the government’s Department of Arts & Musical Niceties. Sweet thought. Mementos mean something to every Canadian. We land atop Anthem Entertainment International between the legs of this Colossus of Canada. As we step out of the chopper, we’re greeted and ushered to the rooftop elevator by a panting William “the Shat” Shatner. We miss Bill, he’s a laugh. “Good to see you guys. Man it’s a zoo down there,” he said between gasps for breath. “I got…I got your emails...sorry I missed my deadline…I’ll have my article completed for the Blade Grinder soon…real busy getting Neil’s parts right now…he’s suddenly confused by 7/8. His drum teacher is doing everything he can to help (95 year old Leophus “Hambone” Jones). He can’t play in time. This is almost a national emergency.” We know Bill, we know! After catching his breath The “Shat” holds up his hands to warn us of possible danger, while giving scatterbrained details of the digs of Canada’s golden boys. “Be careful on the streets. Not for the recovering alcoholic. Mayor Ford’s been giving away free Moosehead all week. Lots of drunken fans. Did you see their studio? They’ve even got pinball machines up there! Oh, uh, our transportation is waiting for us.” He then points to the edge of the rooftop. “You can take the vacuum chute down—it’s fastest. Or you can take the elevator. You’re choice.” Canadian hospitality at its finest. Without a moment’s hesitation, the YBG crew steps onto the elevator as doors open to that familiar Star Trek Enterprise “whoosh”. The walls are lined with Gold and Platinum records. We noticed something strange. The music. The YBG had no idea a Muzak version of “Headlong Flight” existed. A bodiless voice greets us with a warm welcome to Anthem Tower. Making our way down to ground level, The Shat gives us a look and says, “You’re not gonna believe this!” We’re holding on with all our lives! To Stand within the pleasure dome, decreed by Kubla Khan --Neil Peart 1977 (probably extremely high at the time) Stepping off into the great lobby immediately captivates the Yukon Blade Grinder’s attention and stops us in our tracks. How could it not? It’s a vaulted cathedral like ceiling containing a kaleidoscope of images capturing key moments in the band’s history. It’s also a library. People are reading books under beautiful, silken banners of each album cover. Moving Pictures is a like an AARP meeting and it also has the biggest gathering. Presto is vacant. Clockwork Angels is crowded with skate rats. What also jumps out is an eerie replica of Michelangelo’s “Creation of Adam” themed fresco from the Sistine Chapel directly above, except it’s Neil, reaching for the hand of mere mortal Taylor Hawkins. Commemorating their appearance on The Muppet Show there’s a giant mural of Geddy, Alex, and Neil arm in arm with Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem from their stirring rendition of Xanadu. Fountains of honeydew flow from the cods of 12 statues, each one the renowned philosopher of their day. The honeydew spews on a replica of the RollingStone offices. This is no run of the mill building, this place is a place of history. “C’mon or your going to miss his entrance. The Hobbit caller, that’s what Mayor Ford calls him, is ready to announce his arrival. Those announcements are always entertaining.” whispers Shatner, urging the YBG crew outside the main doors. As we step outside it’s pure chaos. The people of Toronto are obviously under a spell, and it’s not a good one. Bacchus Plateau must’ve looked like this as throngs of milling people are eating and drinking waiting for the event of the day—the grand appearance of Mayor Rob Ford. Loudspeakers crackle with sounds of a clearing throat throughout the streets. Citizens turn their attention to the Jumbotrons as the cage lowers from La Chouette du Canada’s beak. Enter the People’s Champion: Mayor Ford A voice echoes through the canyons of concrete and steel, and it is that of the leader of the British Repertoires Acclaimed Wee Legion—Tony, the Pirate Captain: “Ahem. Is this thing on…thump thump? Oh, right then. Hear Ye! Hear Ye! People of the Great White North. Please turn your attention to the Jumbotrons. Our great Caesar, ummm errrr, Mayor descends!” Rushgoober’s cage gets lower and lower. Mayor Rob Ford, laughing like a madman, is standing on top wearing a Toronto Argonauts jersey and laurel around his head. Tony continues his oratory. “All hail our leader: Leader of low taxes, Benevolent giver of free booze, Prime mover of prostitution, Centurion of crack cocaine, Prince of Poutine, and advocate of the working man—Maaaaaayoooooor FOOOOOOORRRRDDDD. C’mon down!!!!” The deafening roar of the crowd sends shockwaves through the air. Mayor Ford is clearly at home in front of the public. As the cage comes closer to his constituents they worship the rotund mound of ground round. The Mayor does a back flip off the cage landing next to Tony, who hands him the microphone. “Thank you Toronto. Thank you. Thank you. No please, stop,” he repeated holding up his hands with malignant narcissism. “Today, we start another chapter in the history of our great city. In our midst we have a fallen man. Once a great man. Now fallen to the lowest depths of humanity with his Vapor Trolling. As member number 1 of the Toronto Backstage Club it is my duty to preside over any trial for impersonating a Rush fan.” Mayor Ford silences the crowd and continues, “I’m the only man alive to endure the gauntlet of proving my love for Rush…need I remind you?” The crowd responds with an overwhelming YES! “Let’s see it again guys!” The Jumbotrons fill with footage from the Toronto show from last year. Mayor Ford humping Neil’s bass drum during the entirety of YYZ, once considered an impossible feat to accomplish by anyone with testicles, and there is only one who’s done it. “How this trial will be conducted is not by judge and jury, but by raw athleticism, guts and courage. People all over the world have weighed in on this people, no pun intended. The Pope did his part, now we must do ours as faithful fans. Since this fiasco started the band hasn’t been right. Look, Pratt can’t even play in 7/8 time. Something must be done. By the power of Megadon, I establish this day as the beginning of the Inner-City Olympics: The British Repertoires Acclaimed Wee Legion vs. The Toronto Urban Resource Development League. Britain versus Canada. The winner determines the fate of this troll. You can give him his laptop so he can post at his leisure—time is ticking buddy! Better make it good.” Loyal Yukon Blade Grinder readers here we are staring at the Full Monty. The world seems to have changed overnight. Megadon. Why the power of Megadon? Perhaps the press conference this week will help us understand the nature of these games and origin of this proclamation…no doubt it will shed light where darkness dwells. Until next time, the Yukon Blade Grinder bids you adieu and farewell from the mother city of Canada!

The Yukon Blade Grinder Ron Howard Edition http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/53/Andy_Griffith_Ron_Howard_Andy_Griffith_Show_1961.JPG/185px-Andy_Griffith_Ron_Howard_Andy_Griffith_Show_1961.JPG His law enforcement instructor Menu item for the homeless of Santa Barbara http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4b/Ostriches_cape_point_cropped_2.jpg/250px-Ostriches_cape_point_cropped_2.jpg

The Yukon Blade Grinder Michael Jackson Edition http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/dc/Lot_324_-_Sofitel_Macau_MJ_Gallery_-_Michael_Jackson_White_Rhinestone_Glove.jpg/170px-Lot_324_-_Sofitel_Macau_MJ_Gallery_-_Michael_Jackson_White_Rhinestone_Glove.jpg The Spirits of Neverland live on http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f5/NeverlandRides.jpg Locate the stone formation and win a trip to Megadon

The Yukon Blade Grinder Mayor Ford Edition http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e8/Rob_Ford_Mayor.jpg/220px-Rob_Ford_Mayor.jpg Toronto Backstage Club Member #1 "I'm going to eat Rushgoober for lunch"

The Yukon Blade Grinder Hanging Dwarf Edition http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/31/Warwick_Davis_interviewed_2.jpg/220px-Warwick_Davis_interviewed_2.jpg

The title track with a bit of extra padding is a book called Anthem. :clap: it ended up being quite similar to a book called Anthem by the writer Ayn Rand. But I didn't realize that while I was working on it, and then eventually as the story came together, the parallels became obvious to me and I thought, 'Oh gee, I don't want to be a plagiarist here.' So I did give credit to her writings in the liner notes.[7] Wiki

Wow, what were your conclusions? Hakuna matata, Que sera sera or fu*k it was their conclusions I believe....... :)

Five beautiful pennies going in to the bag... and you are the lucky winner of... one fivepenny ticket! Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, how very nice. :cheers: If you've enjoyed reading the thread just half as much as we've enjoyed writing it, then we've enjoyed it twice as much as you. Ha, ha, ha. :D

Had a long and profound conversation with a friend about personal growth, spirituality, things happening for a reason or plain coincidence, molecules, God, gut feeling, ways of living in the past and how we want to live the future, and everything in between. I love having conversations like that because they are so enriching on a personal and interpersonal level. :)

Yeah, i have all the respect in the world for Grohl, but he needs to go away for a while. .

He needs to get together with this guy and form the ultimate rythm section...

Well, we're still here at the Warm Weather Bureau anyway. Florida is home to one of Rushgoober's many rumored sanctuaries, as he seems to take a strange interest in the more controversial moments of Rush history. Hold on, we've just gotten word that Rushgoober has been airlifted and is headed down to Florida as we speak. The mysterious helicopter, labeled TRUMP on the side and ASK ME ABOUT MY WIVES on the back, is said to be headed down here somewhere for the winter. We'll have that for you just as soon as our crew of volunteers stops taking up bandwidth with Japanese Hentai sites.

I think he reads our PMs just for fun when he gets bored. :o Nope, can't read PMs here. We mods, however, CAN read your minds... Thanks to all for the kind words. 30,000 posts....that's a lot. How did I have the time for 30,000 posts? I'm waiting for Ted Knight to walk in on us and say this: http://youtu.be/CYKlLUym414 :) 30,000? That's crazy. :) :)

Dude. HPL just cooked up a pulitzer quality article. "You got any fuzz on them peaches?" —Ricky Bobby

We need more of this from chick...were is she? Right here, dude. I'm in the YBG's new Warm Weather Bureau, which consists of a rickety houseboat with "borrowed" wi-fi. There's been a story in these parts that Rushgoober may have escaped down south, so we're following that right now.

That's crazy good...it's brilliant! Double-necks connecting with alien anatomy-- :dweez:

The Yukon Blade Grinder Europe (currently grindin’ blades in the land of the risin’ sun) presents “I am an alien from planet Mega-something!” Chapter one. The night and the white foxes The white foxes know the truth. They come out to greet me every night from their small shrines, with their red ears and pointy, smiley faces. They seem to know every kind of truth, but as every true possessor of truth, they keep it for themselves. Harsher is the destiny of the reporter, who seeks not enlightenment for himself but knowledge for the masses. I am here to understand and share. The white foxes understand and keep on smiling. For weeks now the YBGE has been following the trail of news surrounding Yuki Kitazume, the main actor in the late-70s sentai series Megaloman, in which he played the role of young space warrior Takashi Shishidô, protecting Earth from the destructive monsters of the Black Star as the long-haired kung-fu colossus Megaloman. Apparently Kitazume has lately suffered from many “unlucky accidents” that nearly cost him his life. According to former co-star Pepe Hozumi, these accidents are actually killings gone wrong. But furthermore, Hosumi is adamantly sure that Kitazume is really an alien. http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/6776/vlcsnap310843.png (above: Kitazume in his heyday as Megaloman) For an entire week I’ve been meeting Kitazume. He agreed to meet me only at night and only in the Sasuke Inari Temple, lost in the wooden hills surrounding the city of Kamakura. No technological instruments or even electric appliances were allowed. So I had to make my way uphill through an endless procession of red Tori doors lighting my way with matches, and scribble Kitazume’s answer on paper, with just a candle enough to be sure my pen was working. http://www.browniebites.net/photos/japanblog037.jpg (The path to Sasuke Inari Temple, by daylight. In the nighttime is so f*cking dark) Kitazume is an angry old man. He is bitter, resentful, obsessed, paranoid and boasts a Tourette syndrome the size of a T. Rex. And yes, he’s truly an alien. I had to assure him that I would pulish everything he said the way he said it. On one thing only he is adamant: he won’t say the name of his home planet. I tried all the tricks to make him slip, even playing the part of the air-brained journalist, but nothing worked. Anyway, it’s time to let Kitazume tell the tale. Chapter two. The time-gap factor and the Mothership So, Kitazume-san, you’re truly an alien from outer space? No, you brain-fart d*ck-head. Who could come from outer space? It’s obvious I come from another planet. The name of which you’re not willing to tell us, right? You bet, you fool. He has a language control software, didn’t you know? Every time someone says that name, he knows! Who are you talking about? Who is “he”? Why, Lieutenant Curratello, of course! That steel-hearted bastard! Excuse me, but… who would this Lieutenant Curratello be? Listen, you pig-S*it headed gaijin, it’s best if I tell the tale from the beginning, ok? Be my guest. Fine. So, we became aware of your existance, I mean you human race, when you achieved long distance communication. How we rejoyed when we first picked up your signals! A race of brothers in a far corner of the Universe! All of M… of our planet exploded in joy. Of course we were aware that, due to the long distance between our planets, a lot of time passed between your broadcast and our reception. Our scientists called it “the time gap” and extimated it in 12 years. Not long after, we shivered in fear when your first “world war” erupted. Some of us were already begging to come to your rescue. But our leaders said no. Then the war ended and we all sighed in relief. But not too long after that, you were already deep in another, bloodier war. We listened in pure horror when you dropped an atom bomb right here, in this very country. At that point, there was no more a choice. We had to come to your help. So we delpoyed a ship. Some of us were even afraid that, due to the time gap, we would reach your planet only to find it dead and silent. But we held on to hope. One of our finest ships, the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah… What a lousy name for a mothership… In your language maybe, rat-brain. In our world it means “The long-distance traveller”! Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah travelled faster than the speed of light to your rescue… only to find out that our scientists had done wrong. The time gap wasn’t 12 years. It was fuc*ing 34 years!! We left after picking up broadcasts of 1945 and when we arrived it was 1967. Half the world was in the f*cking summer of love and the other half in another bloody war. Excuse me, but 1967 minus 1945 doesn’t make 34… That’s because the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah travels faster than your puny signals, you t*it. And where would this Mothership be, now? The same place it’s always been: in the orbit of Mars. It’s what you call the Deimos moon. Excuse me again, Kitazume-san, but Galileo Galilei saw Phobos and Deimos in the XVII Century… Yeah, that’s why we had to zap the real Deimos to another dimension and disguise the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah as a moon. That was the trickiest part of the program. The program being? Observing you and stopping you from committing mass suicide. We could pick up your signals almost real-time from Mars and send reports to Me… to our home planet in a faster way, using pre-laid transmission beams. At that time, the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah was commanded by Captain LeComte, a scientist, a soldier, a man of many talents, a truly enlightened being. All of us in the Mothership would have given our lives in an instant for him. You mean you were a member of the Mothership? Of course I was, you idiot. And how did you end up here, playing Megaloman? That… that was all Rush’s fault. Chapter three. The renegade Captain and the Schism For a while Kitazume seems lost in the vast deepness of space. He looks at the stars, in the small pieces of night the trees allow us to see, as if trying to find an answer. I look at the foxes, small statues of the divinity of this unique temple. Apparently the soon-to-be Shogun Yoritomo Minamoto had a dream of a fox in this same place, while on exile, and decided to build a temple in her honor. It takes a while before Kitazume speaks again. So for the first years we stuck to our mission. Mass decimation seemed to be out of the question, even if there were some close calls in the early 70s. Captain LeComte was keen on observing all kinds of Earth’s cultural aspects, and in a short while he became a fan of progressive rock. Moreover, he became obsessed with the Canadian power-trio Rush. Why Rush? He probably liked their music. But even more, I think it had to do with their double-neck guitars. You see, they played a strange sexual connection to our anatomy, since we have two… Please Kitazume-san, let’s keep this… information for another time. OK, so LeComte became more and more obsessed with Rush, and by the time the 2112 album came out, he was a total Objectivist. He started selecting the information that was to be bounced off to our planet. He said he knew best. Some of the officials were not too happy about this, but facing LeComte was like facing the wrong end of Neil Peart’s drumsticks. Things became rough. Then, shortly after the release of Hemispheres, the second-in-command, Lieutenant Curratello, made a coup. He tried to seize control of the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah. The crew was split in half. Brotherly blood was shed. LeComte and all of his faithful followers fled to Earth. And you… were one of them? Yeah. I was. We scattered all over the planet. We can pass easily for humans. Even more so nowadays, when Rush have become cool. And what about the Megaloman show? That was a way of trying to tell you the truth without telling it. You see, the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah has terrible weapons. It has a moving waves cannon! Can you believe it? And Curratello… he’s a sad, ambitious and ultimately a totally idiotic fellow. There’s no telling what he would do. We tried many times. The “Galaxy Quest” movie was written and produced by some of us. It’s just one of many examples. But still, you all take this just as kid’s stuff. You said that your people are scattered all over the planet. Are there some of yours in the Vatican? I’m not answering that question. Are there some of yours in the City Council of Toronto? Not answering either. Where's captain LeComte now? No way I'm telling! You do realise you're not very helpful, do you? Never mind. Whatever that crazy Ford guy is trying to make happen, it will only end in dismal woe. I assure you. Let me tell you something, young man: fear the sky. Fear the night when Phobos appears. For in the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah, Lieutenant Curratello sits alone in the Commander’s seat, and his thoughts are just his own. Chapter four. The here and now Thus ended my sixth night in Sasuke Inari temple, listening to Yuki Kitazume and his truth. The dawn brought small comfort, as he left with an incredible agility for a man his age. All I could do was turn to the foxes for comfort, but their enigmatic smiles proved to be a mockery. I haven’t been able to look at the night sky ever since. All I can think about is Lieutenant Curratello, watching over us in his empy control room, pondering. What if he didn’t like Vapor Trails? What if the didn’t like Clockwork Angels? Is there a connection between the Mighty Mothership Bub-Bah and the upcoming Inner-City Olympics of Toronto? Is there a connection between this alien race that’s been living among us for more than 25 years and the Neverland Ranch cult? All questions doomed to remain unanswered, at least for today. The only certainity is that the YBG will be there, even at the end of the world.

Whatever Bones...get back to the doctors office

Never fear, guys. HUGE news are coming from the land of the rising sun! I've had to disguise myself as a zen monk and abandon all electronic equipment for a week to do it, but now it's done and it's huge and it will blow your minds. Hold your breath!

Chronos, If I may, I have my new avatar.

Snakes And Arrows has been eclipsed of late by Clockwork Angels and Vapour Trails, but it will always have a special place in my heart because it was my door in, so to speak. The fire and joy with which the band played the Snakes And Arrows material at the gig I went to in 2007 was what really sold me on Rush after my 30 years of being a naysayer. I bought Snakes And Arrows the day after that gig, and I've been loving Rush like an ardent teenager ever since. So my thoughts on Snakes And Arrows are pretty much all :D :sundog: :haz: :ebert: :yay: :clap: :yes: in nature even if it's not quite as high on my list of personal favourite Rush albums as it was a few years ago.

Nice grouping!!

The Beatles are the big bang of my musical universe, but I'm not interested in things like this. I'll DVR it and watch, hoping for the best. It has the potential of being AMAZING. But, it probably won't, so I'll keep listening to the albums. What's better than that?

Love this movie !!!