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Crazy thought -- if we allowed more workers to choose their own hours and work during the overnights during the summer, how much money could we save in electricity costs on the business level? And who would go for it?

Won't work, Kat.
I set my own hours and pretty much work all the time.
It sux.

Well I got us a pillow pissor for the first time, a chee wah wah, gawd he is a cutie. Being a dawg lover from way back, my Dad at one time had about 14 of em for deer, fox & whatever. I remember being taken to the highest of high holies, the Saturday nite Foxhunt, definitely Schlitz or Bud along with some other of that stinking stuff they called whiskey was in abundance. But to get to the point I would like to make (I am at happy hour I'll have you know), er I can remember sitting 'round the fire looking for a place to sleep, fighting off the skeeters, and listening to the BS, "thet sounds like ole blue", "thats bullshit, you're deef, thets ole Duke", "crappola thets Belle kancha tell by the way she gives that lil heavy tone, uh huh". Strange how a little pillow pissor brings back those times I will never forget,

Hugh the list omitted one of my favorites in the list of creation mysteries:
Who did Cain marry. Adam and Eve were the first two human creations then
they had two boys. That was it. Population at a minimum. Suddenly Cain takes
a wife. From where ?

eLwood,
The chick was from out of town.

Who ever inherits the White House will get..................Clicky

eLwood,
Did you forget Lilith?

Hail to the old gold, hail to the black
Hail alma mater naught does she lack
We love no other so let our motto be
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y Little Rock Central High

Blue as the vaught of heaven so high
True as the stars that shine in the sky
The colors of our dear East Side
Ever shall be our joy and pride
And so we honor East Side's White and Blue
Standing for all that's loyal and true
They stand for right, they stand for might
All hail to the White and Blue

Anyone following the thread on UCA--Another UCA Revelation--on the blog but fairly buried. Wondering of any other takes, perspectives, on it?

Pretty good, Strange. I can't recite my high school alma mater nor my college (UofA) alma mater. But I can cite Madeline Kahn in "Blazing Saddles" about not being a wabbit. What does that say about me?

Oh, I'm a sailor just off a whaler
And my skin is made of leather
And it flops in windy weather
I'm no hayseed, my hair is seaweed
I'm a Boy Scout of the Sea.

Silly, wabbit, tricks are for kids

Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me.

My eyes grow dim I can not see
I have not brought my specs with me
I haven't brought my specs with me

There is butter, butter, flowin down the gutter
At the store, at the store
There is butter, butter, flowin down the gutter
At the Quarter Master's store

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'm schizophrenic,
and so am I.
(Sorry - couldn't resist...)
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Dip, dip and swing them back
Flashing like silver
Swift as the wild geese fly
Dip, dip and swing

Kille, kille, kille, kille, watch, watch, watch, watch
Key you kim kum kaw waa
kille, kille, kille,kille, watch, watch, watch, watch
Key you kim kum kaw
Hail scouting spirit to thee we'll ever be true
Hail, scouting spirit to thee we'll ever be true.

From today's HuffPost: "Top Ten Ways Gay Marriage Harms Straight People."

Print and place in the pews come Sunday.

May your heart always be joyful
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you

May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
And may you stay
Forever young

To Hall we pledge our hearts
Evermore to remember thee
By lofty hills of stately pines
Whispering forever in our minds.

Cato, Remember...

Pure as the dawn on the brow of thy beauty
Watches the soul from the mountains of God
over the fates of thy children departed
Far from the land where their footsteps have trod
Beacon of hope inthe ways dreary lighted
Pride of our hearts that are loyal and true
From those who adore
Unto one who adores us
Mother of Mothers...we sing unto you

Go Hogs!
Ialways loved that Alma Mater

Max, can you provide us with an update on the Springdale woman who was left in a detention cell for 4 days without food and water? I know your interest in this story goes beyond just the urine-drinking aspect and you think the whole situation is indicative of NWA's continuing hatred of everyone not the proper shade of white. But I haven't heard anything lately and was wondering if the woman (who had spent 15+ years in America but can't speak english) has been deported. Thanks.

Whose that knocking at my door?
Whose that knocking at my door?
Whose that knocking at my door, ask the young fair maiden.

Well, stop that grinning and drop yer linen said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.

"Shall we go to the dance?
Shall we go to the dance?
Shall we go to the dance?" said the fair, young maiden.

"The hell with the dance and down with your pants!" Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.

"The hell with the dance and down with your pants!" Said Barnacle Bill the Sailor.

OK....I'll stop before it gets ugly......

DBI, Hope Mrs. DBI is recovering..

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me, then leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
And if moonshine won't kill me, I'll live til I die.

I miss cool autumn nights.

Nanc, you brought tears to my eyes...........

DBI,

That's the cleanest verse of Barnacle Bill that I've ever heard!

And what is the other one, "Waltz me around by . . ."

Thanks Nanc, she's up behind me at her computer waiting for a pain pill to kick in. It's been a long day with a painful, but happy ending. It is amazing that you can enter a hospital at 9 am and leave at 1:15 pm minus an interior body organ, but she did it. It was pretty slick. No picnic, but not near as bad as I was worrying about and 2000 times better than the old surgery where they split ya open.

My gut told me there wasn't going to be a crisis, but it was sure good when the doc came out and said all was well. He said her gall bladder was rotten and it was obvious it had been acting up for years. He was surprised she held out so long. I told him I knew what I was doing when after reading G. Gordon Liddy's book WILL, I took the old criminal's advice and looked for the most intelligent, tall-ish woman with child bearing hips I could find. Damn good advice!

I've had to put a few sets of tires on her in 25 years, but this is the first time anyone's raised her hood. In a few days she'll be back to normal and resume her role as Wonder Woman and the world will be OK once again. I lost a wife when I was a kid, don't ever want to live thru that again!

I can't recite my high school alma mater nor my college (UofA) alma mater. But I can cite Madeline Kahn in "Blazing Saddles" about not being a wabbit. What does that say about me?<
CATO

Says you would be one funny, bright fellow to drink coffee with or sip beers.
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Here's the entire UA A.M.

Pure as the dawn on the brow of thy beauty
Watches thy soul from the mountains of God
Over the Fates of thy children departed
Far from the land where their footsteps have trod.
Beacon of hope in the ways dreary lighted;
Pride of our hearts that are loyal and true;
From those who adore unto one who adores us-
Mother of Mothers, we sing unto you.

We, with our faces turned high to the Eastward,
Proud of our place in the vanguard of Truth,
Will sing unto thee a new song of thanksgiving-
Honor to God and the Springtime of Youth.
Shout of the victor or tear of the vanquished;
Sunshine or tempest thy heart is e'er true;
Pride of the Hills and the white-laden Lowlands-
Mother of Mothers, we kneel unto you.

Ever the Legions of Sin will assail us,
Ever the Battle in Cities afar;
Still in the depths will thy Spirit eternal
Beckon us on like a piloting Star.
Down in dim years do thy dead children call thee,
Wafted to Sleep while the Springtime was new;
We, of the Present, thy hope of the Future-
Mother of Mothers, we pray unto you.
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eLwood,
Did you forget Lilith? Posted by: saywhat<<<

Lilith is not mentioned in the KJV.

When I was growing up my neighbor down the alley was Capt. Roy Woods, class of '09 or was it '13 at the U of A. He was the original publisher of the U of A alma mater, whatever that means. He was very proud of that fact until the day he died. Somewhere in the house I have the original sheet music with his name in the credits. He was gassed in the Argonne Forest during WWI and wore coke bottle thick lens glasses. He lived to be 90, so at least the Huns didn't get him. I remember he was honored at a football game in Fayetteville in the late 60s. He had the best laugh.....I can still hear him if I close my eyes and think for a minute.

He told me there wasn't much plumbing in his days at the U of A and they called the line of outhouses Jeff Davis Hall....after the current governor of the time. He also said they had lots of dances, but only once a year were they allowed to dance with girls. Capt. Woods was a manly manly man.....I could never imagine him dancing with another man, but he said he did. I'm sure he led, oh yes.....I'm double sure of that!

I dunno DBI about that UA alma mater author. The UA Alumni said it was someone else.

>>Alma Mater

In 1909, Brodie Payne, an alumnus of the University of Arkansas, submitted his song to an ongoing competition to find a University song and won first prize. Henry D. Tovey, who was the director of the Glee Club at that time, set the song to music. In 1931, the University College Song Association in New York reviewed a collection of 500 college tunes, and the UA Alma Mater was judged to be one of the 25 best college songs of the United States. <<

Anti Muslim film from the Netherlands. This is the Wake-up Call to Western Christians I rec'd from an older
Rwing friend.

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oops! excuse me DBI, you mentioned the original "publisher" of UA alma mater and I thought "author." Two different roles.
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Matt Jones Traded to Oakland Raiders. Click.

While i do remember my high school alma mater, i have repressed it and made certain i'd never learn the words to another. In the mid 70s our football team went like 4 years without losing a conference game under Coach J.W Chick Austin. In the midst of that during the singing of the alma mater at a basketball pep rally Chick caught some of us swaying in time and mocking the tune.
The next day during off season he had the team show up in the weight room in the old highschool study hall. He had a portable record player and a 45 of this chicken fat song where we did an hour of what would be called aerobics in years to come. Chick told us, "if you won't dance you won't fight. Today we're gonna dance." It wasn't by any means the worst workout he put us through but I doubt anyone ever forgot it.
Here's a link to the tune if anyone just wants to jump around.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=af2j59zzX3Q

To the U of A alumni; apropos of nothing important:

I'm not a U of A alum, so don't know the tune to your alma mater.

But as I was reading the words above, a tune came into my head, obviously prompted by the meter.

Sunday I heard a marvelous rendition of Marty Robbins', "Out in the West Texas Town of El Paso."

The meter of your alma mater is identical to the first four lines of that song.

You can sing it completely through by repeating those four lines, but where Robbins changes meter after those first four, you can't go there.

Interesting coincidence.

And I wholeheartedly agree with the evaluation that it is a beautiful alma mater. Well deserves to be top-ranked.

Yeah eLwood....I don't really understand the term Publisher of our alma mater....but it made Capt. Woods happy....so whatever.

I've always thought the lyrics for Marty Robbins El Paso were brilliant....simply brilliant!