tupelobarchetta

I can remember seeing "The Glass Bottom Boat" when I was 4 (back in 1967). It came on TV, and I can still recall watching Doris Day in the flick.

 

The first movie I ever saw at a theater was "It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World." Can't remember when, but I think I was 6.

 

 

 

I think Hillary Clinton is smokin' hot. I'd do her.

I shaved this morning.

My feet itch

 

My desk is cluttered

 

I'm sleepy

QUOTE (GhostGirl @ Jan 19 2008, 12:07 PM)

Snow!!!

Most of what I see on this thread are nature- or portrait-type shots. I like taking news-type photos.

 

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/2206032381_86d836892b.jpg

 

This photo features Meredith Beeman performing a ballet en pointe dance during the talent portion of the Miss Tupelo (Mississippi) Pageant on Jan. 16. Beeman won the pageant, earning her a place in the Miss Mississippi Pageant.

 

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2262/2063066918_8c64ab0fc0.jpg

 

Veterans during the Pledge of Alligiance at a Veterans Day ceremony in Nettleton, Mississippi.

QUOTE (lerxt1990 @ Jan 13 2008, 08:44 PM)

QUOTE (tupelobarchetta @ Jan 13 2008, 08:41 PM) QUOTE (lerxt1990 @ Jan 13 2008, 08:13 PM) Now as an Eagles fan, I was raised to hate the Giants.. BUT, my congratulations on beating the cockiest no-shows in the NFL. Oh, and better wait for all that praise for Romo until he actually shows up... It's all Jessica's fault.   She's obviously the Yoko Ono of the Cowboys Just call her Yoko Romo.

Late one night, my friends and I visited the gravesite of William Faulkner in Oxford, Mississippi. We sat around the site drinking even more and telling Faulkner ghost stories. Then, about 2 a.m., we rode out to his home - Rowan Oak - to chase those ghosts around the darkened grounds. I was so full of booze, I took a nice long piss off the front porch. I truly believe ole Bill Faulkner was there in spirit, just like he did years ago, relieving himself of the whiskey he used to slam down before writing.

 

QUOTE (lerxt1990 @ Jan 13 2008, 08:44 PM)

QUOTE (tupelobarchetta @ Jan 13 2008, 08:41 PM) QUOTE (lerxt1990 @ Jan 13 2008, 08:13 PM) Now as an Eagles fan, I was raised to hate the Giants.. BUT, my congratulations on beating the cockiest no-shows in the NFL. Oh, and better wait for all that praise for Romo until he actually shows up... It's all Jessica's fault.   She's obviously the Yoko Ono of the Cowboys What's the darkest day in Dallas Cowboys history?   A) Losing to Green Bay in the Ice Bowl B ) Jackie Smith dropped the potential game-winning TD pass in the Super Bowl C) When Jerry Jones fired Tom Landry D) When Jerry Jones fired Jimmy Johnson E) When Tony met Jessica   I think we have a winner ....   http://www.hollyscoop.com/BlogImages/50841040---jessica%20and%20cowboy%20copy%5B1%5D.jpg

QUOTE (lerxt1990 @ Jan 13 2008, 08:13 PM)

Now as an Eagles fan, I was raised to hate the Giants.. BUT, my congratulations on beating the cockiest no-shows in the NFL. Oh, and better wait for all that praise for Romo until he actually shows up...

QUOTE (timintey @ Jan 9 2008, 09:51 PM)

You mean this? http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg173/timintey/Manning.jpg

If Romo has another bad game and the Cowboys lose, Jessica Simpson will be known as the Yoko Ono of the NFL.

The first Rush album I bought was Permanent Waves.

 

I kept hearing The Spirit of Radio, Freewill and Entre Nous on WLS in Chicago, and it inspired me to buy the album.

 

It wasn't too long after buying PWaves that I heard 2112 on 8-track. And when Moving Pictures was released, I immediately bought it.

 

 

A combination of Jack Daniels, lemon juice and crushed peppermint - a homemade remedy for a nagging cough.

My top seven concert experiences. Involves not only the show, but events/incidents before, during and after:

 

1. Rush, April 1981, Memphis. (Left school early to see Rush for first time - and it was my 18th birthday)

2. Hank Williams Jr., 1982, Starkville, MS (I was left behind after the show, so I had to catch a ride home - about 40 miles away - with a highway patrolman)

3. Rush, June 2007, Atlanta (meeting other fans at pre-show party)

T4. Ozzfest, 2004, Nashville. A great father-son bonding moment.

T4. Van's Warped Tour, 2005-07, Atlanta. Great father-daughter bonding moments.

6. Allman Brothers/Lynyrd Skynyrd, May 2005, Tupelo, MS. Had a teacher from my children's high school rub her bosom on me and ask if I'd remember her "babies" in the morning.

7. Rush, May 2004, Nashville. (R30 opener, Decided the day before I could make the show, drive 4 hours home after it, and then run a golf tournament the next day).

Kroger Ground Supreme Blend Coffee.

 

It's el cheapo java, but I need it to stay awake a few hours tonight catching up on paperwork.

Evel didn't clear the Snake River Canyon, but my toy Evel on his bike cleared the stream behind my childhood home. Evel was THE MAN!

 

 

 

 

Opening Credits:

Limelight

 

Waking Up:

Chemistry

 

First Day At School:

The Trees

 

Falling In Love:

Xanadu

 

Fight Song:

The Necromancer

 

Breaking Up:

In the Mood

 

Prom:

Mission

 

Life:

One Little Victory

 

Mental Breakdown:

Bastille Day

 

Driving:

Cygnus X-1

 

Flashback:

The Color of Right

 

Getting Back Together:

The Twilight Zone

 

Wedding:

Leave That Thing Alone

 

Birth of Child:

Vapor Trail

 

Final Battle:

La Villa Strangiato

 

Death Scene:

Roll the Bones

 

Funeral Song:

Something for Nothing

 

End Credits:

YYZ

Hope the Titans are playing better when I come up there Dec. 9 for the Chargers game. They need to snap out of this funk now to keep the playoff hopes alive.

QUOTE (cbg2g1 @ Jun 19 2007, 10:34 AM)

in high school you tried to get your english teacher to use Neil's lyrics as an example of poetry

For me, it's a toss-up between Bravest Face and Faithless. The way my life has gone in recent months, I can relate to both songs. When it came to casting my vote, I went with Faithless.

I have to share my experiences before, during and after my first Rush concert in April 1981, during the Moving Pictures tour. Excuse me if I get longwinded; I'm a journalist by trade.

 

My cousin and I - both seniors in high school - managed to talk our way out of school at lunchtime so we can hit the road for the two-hour trip to Memphis. I considered the concert my 18th birthday gift. About halfway there and after numerous alcoholic beverages, we decided to relieve ourselves. We pulled over on a rural county road, found some roadside bushes and did our business. It was a few years later that I realized I had pissed about 50 yards from my future wife's home.

 

When we reached Memphis we heard some disturbing news from the local rock station - the concert was sold out! This was serious business because I was hooking up with Sherrie H., this really nice looking babe from Forrest City, Ark., whom I met at a Blue Oyster Cult concert on New Year's Eve. We hightailed it to the coliseum and luckily a few tickets from remote outlets came straggling in. I hooked up with my date and into the coliseum we went.

 

Sherrie and I wanted some privacy during the show, so we went up to the upper level. From our view you could see the band on stage, plus the video projections and road crew behind the stage. It was interesting to see Alex play La Villa Strangiato near the end and at the same time watch the road crew begin loading equipment. Of course, there were times when we weren't watching the show.

 

After the show, I said my goodbyes to Sherrie - and unfortunately I never saw her again. We lost contact a couple of months later, but I've always wondered what happened to her. My cousin and I wound up staying at a friend's apartment, and the next morning - on Good Friday - I talked my cousin to taking me over to an on-again, off-again girlfriend's home, and I enjoyed spending some quality time with her.

 

My first Rush concert experience was one of the highlights of my youth, and I still have the Moving Pictures T-shirt I bought at the concert. It's tattered somewhat and it's been years since I was slim enough to fit it in, but, oh, the memories ....

...you hang a framed poster of Rush album covers in your office at work.

 

Yup, that's me. The poster is a good conversation piece for those who visit my office.

Janice's father, Johnny Boy Soprano, didn't get whacked. He died of emphysema. But I think she saw him get busted at a carnival that was actually a Jersey mob meeting. The guys brought their daughters along as a cover.