Chris, I heard that his H'ness was in the middle of moving or something and he should be back with us soon, I'm sure he'll send up the sign soon!

I know he's moved, Timmer, but he is quite OVERDUE to report here. I hope that everything's OK with him in Florida, but we should have heard something from him by now.

I'm keeping the light on.

<NP: End of "Kick the Can" from TWILIGHT ZONE - THE MOVIE>

Chris, I would suspect that you might hear from his H'ness within the next week or so.

=)

ONLY ROCCO CAN ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!

WHERE ARE YOU ROCCO???

That's the line Jesus used to raise Lazarus from the dead.
I figured I'd give it a try on the off chance that Rocco has met with an untimely end.

IFUKUBE SUCKS!

Now THAT's BAIT!

NP: North By Northwest Herrmann

(Maybe we'd need even harsher words, but I don't think the board's filter would let us).

Memo to Marian: UMMAGUMMA sucks diarrhea thru a plastic straw. Even Roger Waters himself has expressed a profound hatred for that dishwater-dull excretion.

NP: "1900 Yesterday" by Liz Damon's Orient Express.

ROCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COME FORTH!!!

I mean, REALLY!: throan ???

You did mean THRONE, right?

We love you, Timmer. Get some rest, OK?

That reminds me of one of the sailor chorus parts from Wagner's Flying Dutchman which sounds as if they are singing "Allohool".

NP: Powaqqatsi (Philip Glass)

For Marian: more lizards than spiders down here, and the only two spiders I've seen were extremely small, and very strange. Roomie came home with one on his shoulder the other week. It crawled up there while he was waiting for a train home from work, and he put it back on the ground (this is the guy who kept the tarantula and scorpions, remember), only to find it, minutes later, crawling up his shoulder again. Put it back down, and once again, it came back. "Okay," he thought, "you're going for a ride." And it stayed with him for nearly FOUR HOURS (he made a mistaken bus connection on the way home), and was still there when he got home (at which point, actually, it had migrated to the brim of his fisherman's hat.) Tiny little thing, a hunting spider obviously, with peculiarly large front legs -- almost more scorpion than spider, we agreed. Put it on the outside wall, where it actually remained for much of the day; as of now, probably back on the prowl. "In spider miles," roomie observed, "it's like he's just made it to Jupiter." I suggested introducing him to the smallish spider in the web in the tree nearby, but roomie said grimly, "She'd just eat him." This spider has a remarkable carapace, looking like a tiny kabuki mask or something -- never seen anything quite like this one, it's almost more hermit crab than spider. I'd forgotten how utterly teeming with life of all sorts Florida is. Soon it'll be the crabs' mating season and you'll have to wade through miles of em just to get to the damn supermarket. Maybe this wasn't the smartest move I've ever made after all ...

Rocco's back, so rejoice or recoil, whichever suits you best. If only to bedevil Lazlo, it is worth it to be here.

Good to see you back, Rocco. I'm now waiting for that thread you promised.

Wow!

Hey, Timmer! We have something in common other than film music! I have the very Louis Armstrong meets O.P. CD! Neat!