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One of my all time favorite songs has got to be Don't Let It Show by The Alan Parsons Project.

If itīs getting harder to face every day
Donīt let it show, donīt let it show
Though itīs getting harder to take what they say
Just let it go, just let it go
And if it hurts when they mention my name
Say you donīt know me
And if it helps when they say Iīm to blame
Say you donīt own me

Even if itīs taking the easy way out
Keep it inside of you
Donīt give in
Donīt tell them anything
Donīt let it
Donīt let it show

Even though you know itīs the wrong thing to say
Say you donīt care, say you donīt care
Even if you want to believe thereīs a way
I wonīt be there, I wonīt be there
But if you smile when they mention my name
Theyīll never know you
And if you laugh when they say Iīm to blame
Theyīll never own you

Even if you feel youīve got nothing to hide
Keep it inside of you
Donīt give in
Donīt tell them anything
Donīt let it
Donīt let it show

In an abandonned warehouse,
With no lights, just shadows.
And soon..... No Rabbits

The purpose of the event
Is to pass the torch from
One generation of heavy metal to the next

In there lies.
In his black leather hunting outfit
With a shot gun guitar with spikes coming out of it.....

I suppose most of you out there has run into the same thing as I have. At some point, if you are around people long enough, they begin to ask personal questions.

Well I figure that I will answer a few of the questions I have been asked and get it out of the way now.

Who is Ozzy Fudd,
and why is he on your website?

Ozzy Fudd is a character from a Heavy Metal/Humor song that I heard on ZRock about 10 years or so ago. . I posted the intro to the song above, as a way to try to explain this character.

The image is one that I created from two different pictures, I don't think I did too bad for a rank amateur. I won't say what pictures I used, mainly because I forgot which pics they were... and those pictures are long gone due to a hard drive crash on the old computer.

What so you look like?

HEY, your in luck! I just happen to have a picture here.

Ok, call me naive or gullible.. but is that really you?

I wouldn't call ya that. Actually I made that pic by using this picture of everyone's action hero, Arnold. :)

I am still amazed at how made him look so tiny on "Different Strokes".

In all actuality, I am getting to look more like this on a daily basis.

What's your favorite joke?

I think my favorite has to be the following joke, which someone sent me a few years back. I have not found out who wrote it, but I would love to so that I can give them the full credit they deserve .

The History of the English Language

In the beginning there was an island off the coast of Europe. It had no name, for the natives had no language, only a collection of grunts and gestures that roughly translated to "Hey!", "Gimme!", and "Pardon me, but would you happen to have any woad?"

Then the Romans invaded it and called it Britain, because the natives were "blue, nasty, brutish [British] and short." This was the start of the importance of u (and its mispronounciation) to the language. After building some roads, killing off some of the nasty little blue people and walling up the rest, the Romans left, taking the language instruction manual with them.

The British were bored so they invited the barbarians to come over (under Hengist) and "Horsa" 'round a bit. The Angles, Saxons, and Jutes brought slightly more refined vocal noises.

All of the vocal sounds of this primitive language were onomatapoedic, being derived from the sounds of battle. Consonants were were derived from the sounds of weapons striking a foe. "Sss" and "th" for example are the sounds of a draw cut, "k" is the sound of a solidly landed axe blow, "b", "d", are the sounds of a head dropping onto rock and sod respectively, and "gl" is the sound of a body splashing into a bog. Vowels (which were either gargles in the back of the throat or sharp exhalations) were derived from the sounds the foe himself made when struck.

The barbarians had so much fun that decided to stay for post-revel. The British, finding that they had lost future use of the site, moved into the hills to the west and called themselves Welsh.

The Irish, having heard about language from Patrick, came over to investigate. When they saw the shiny vowels, they pried them loose and took them home. They then raided Wales and stole both their cattle and their vowels, so the poor Welsh had to make do with sheep and consonants. ("Old Ap Ivor hadde a farm, L Y L Y W! And on that farm he hadde somme gees. With a dd dd here and a dd dd there...")

To prevent future raids, the Welsh started calling themselves "Cymry" and gave even longer names to their villages. They figured if no one could pronounce the name of their people or the names of their towns, then no one would visit them. (The success of the tactic is demonstrated still today. How many travel agents have YOU heard suggest a visit to scenic Llyddumlmunnyddthllywddu?)

Meantime, the Irish brought all the shiny new vowels home to Erin. But of course they didn't know that there was once an instruction manual for them, so they scattered the vowels throughout the language purely as ornaments. Most of the new vowels were not pronounced, and those that were were pronounced differently depending on which kind of consonant they were either preceding or following.

The Danes came over and saw the pretty vowels bedecking all the Irish words. "Ooooh!" they said. They raided Ireland and brought the vowels back home with them. But the Vikings couldn't keep track of all the Irish rules so they simply pronounced all the vowels "oouuoo."

In the meantime, the French had invaded Britain, which was populated by descendants of the Germanic Angles, Saxons, and Jutes. After a generation or two, the people were speaking German with a French accent and calling it English. Then the Danes invaded again, crying "Oouuoo! Oouuoo!," burning abbeys, and trading with the townspeople.

The Britons that the Romans hadn't killed intermarried with visiting Irish and became Scots. Against the advice of their travel agents, they descided to visit Wales. (The Scots couldn't read the signposts that said, "This way to LLyddyllwwyddymmllwylldd," but they could smell sheep a league away.) The Scots took the sheep home with them and made some of them into haggis. What they made with the others we won't say, but Scots are known to this day for having hairy legs.

The former Welsh, being totally bereft, moved down out of the hills and into London. Because they were the only people in the Islands who played flutes instead of bagpipes, they were called Tooters. This made them very popular. In short order, Henry Tooter got elected King and begin popularizing ornate, unflattering clothing.

Soon, everybody was wearing ornate, unflattering clothing, playing the flute, speaking German with a French accent, pronouncing all their vowels "oouuoo" (which was fairly easy given the French accent), and making lots of money in the wool trade. Because they were rich, people smiled more (remember, at this time, "Beowulf" and "Canterbury Tales" were the only tabloids, and gave generally favorable reviews even to Danes). And since it is next to impossible to keep your vowels in the back of your throat (even if you do speak German with a French accent) while smiling and saying "oouuoo" (try it, you'll see what I mean), the Great Vowel Shift came about and transformed the English language.

The very richest had their vowels shifted right out in front of their teeth. They settled in Manchester and later in Boston.

There were a few poor souls who, cut off from the economic prosperity of the wool trade, continued to swallow their vowels. They wandered the countryside in misery and despair until they came to the docks of London, where their dialect devolved into the incomprehensible language known as Cockney. Later, it was taken overseas and further brutalized by merging it with Dutch and Italian to create Brooklynese.

That's what happened, you can check for yourself. But I advise you to just take our word for it.

What's your Latin Quote?

Don't laugh, I was actually asked this once.

The question drove me to find a favorite Latin Quote. I narrowed my favorites down to two quotes. The first is used in the image found up by the Ozzy Fudd intro.

The second has got to be:

Romani quidem artem amatoriam invenerunt.

The translation, as I am told, means "You know, the Romans invented the art of love.". I am not sure how this could ever be of use to me, but I like it anyway.

Speaking of quotes, another favorite of mine is:

What's the coolest picture you have ever seen?

I don't know for there are so many, but I think this one ranks right up in the top 10:

Is there anything else we should know?

Possibly, but most people didn't even want to know this much. I will, however, let this page end with the following travel poster that an alert emailer sent me.

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A Little Bit About Copyrights

A Tribute to Haggis!

Copan: The Mayan Ruins of Honduras

Hurricanes and Tornadoes

My Way: A Frank Sinatra Tribute

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