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Lookin for him to celebrate the holiday?

I like it. Be interesting to see where it would go if you added bass and drums..

Looks like we can mix and match

u gonna look up Beatfactory? he's in the area

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From a bud: Dear Friends, Well, I'm finally here, my 11th Olympiad! And the excitement of being here is much more than I anticipated. Partly because the media has reported many problems and the slightly for the security concerns. But let me assure all that from the glimpse I got yesterday it looks to be just the opposite...Athens is prepared and looking beautiful and the Greeks are ready to show! I was in Plaka last night and the sights and sounds coming from the Acropolis were breathtaking. The infrastructure for the game in Greece looks outstanding...Security looks tight and my take on Athens so far is that these games are poised to be one of the best and go down in history as such. It will make the Olympian tradition proud as the "Games come home" to Greece.

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I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing this weekend, but I know it will be fun

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Suspect Had 'Rob Bank' on To-Do List By Associated Press August 12, 2004, 1:23 PM EDT KANSAS CITY, Kan. -- If he's still keeping a to-do list, John Sarver could add some new entries: go to prison, and pay restitution. Sarver, 48, pleaded guilty in April to robbing six banks, all in suburban Johnson County, in 2002 and 2003. The last took place just before Christmas, and Sarver was arrested Jan. 2. When police searched Sarver's house, they found a list including a reminder to "rob bank." http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/wi...world-headlines

page / Hot spots and Incidents / Crimes / Violation of Law Young man saves children from grenade explosion 08/12/2004 13:41 Two boys were playing football with a grenade Pavel Kopytov, 22-year-old Murmansk region resident was coming back home one evening. He stopped near a house to talk to his friend. When he turned his head he saw two teenage boys walking along the road, kicking a grenade in front of them. "My hair stood on end. I thought they would kick the grenade once again and it would explode. I yelled at them, but they continued tossing it up carelessly. I rushed to them and grabbed the grenade. I could see it was old and rusty, but a friend of mine lost his finger because of a cartridge a while ago. So I was aware of the possible ending of such a 'game of football,' Pavel told the Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper. As it turned out, two 14-year-old boys Yury and Egor found the grenade in the woods, picking mushrooms. "We only saw the top of it sticking out of the ground. I saw it when I was reaching out for a mushroom," Egor said. "I carefully took it out. We recognized a grenade at once," the boy said. Pavel brought the dangerous finding home and called the police. A group of specialists arrived very quickly. It was a decades-old German M-39 grenade, which could blast at any moment. "The police told me I should not have brought the grenade home. But what else could I do? If I had left it alone in the street, the guys would have played with it again. Who knows what would happen," Pavel said. Read the original in Russian: (Translated by: Dmitry Sudakov) Pravda.Ru http://english.pravda.ru/accidents/21/96/3...36_grenade.html

04-08-11 - Wireless Flash Weird News Get Behind Celebrating Anal Sex Month SAN FRANCISCO (Wireless Flash) -- Here's a holiday we can all get behind: August is "National Anal Sex Month." For the last three years, the Good Vibrations sex toy shop in San Francisco has celebrated August as "Anal Sex month" because, as spokeswoman Niki Khanna says, "the month has a lot of A's." Khanna believes having a whole month dedicated to anal sex means people aren't as touchy about the subject as in years past. However, she says the big challenge is convincing people that the activity doesn't "...have to involve penetration. Some people just like being touched on the tip." She's got a busy few weeks ahead of her because Anal Sex Month is already one-third completed. Khanna is just getting the word out because she admits she got behind in her work. http://www.ncbuy.com/news/2004-08-11/1010302.html

Blockbuster enters online DVD rental business Published: August 11, 2004, 10:58 AM PDT By Dinesh C. Sharma Special to CNET News.com Blockbuster has launched an online DVD rental service aimed directly at undercutting competition from rival Netflix. Under Blockbuster's plan, announced Wednesday, customers can place their orders for movie rentals on the company's Web site, and their DVDs will be shipped free. Consumers can rent up to three movies at a time for a monthly subscription of $19.99, five DVDs for $29.99 a month or eight for $39.99. Netflix charges $21.99 a month for three movies at a time. The service, which lets customers keep the rentals for as long as they like, is geared toward frequent movie renters and film buffs irked by late fees--the same target audience as Netflix. http://news.com.com/Blockbuster+enters+onl...ml?tag=nefd.top

>A woman decides to have a facelift for her birthday. She spends $5000 and > >feels pretty good about the results. > >On her way home, she stops at a news >stand to buy a newspaper. Before >leaving she says to the clerk, "I hope you >don't mind my asking, but how old do you >think I am?" > >"About 32," is the >reply. > >"I'm exactly 47," the woman says happily. > >A little while later >she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the >very same question. > > >She replies, "I guess about 29." > >"Nope, I'm 47." > >Now, she's feeling >really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on >her way down the >street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks >the clerk this >burning question. > >The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30." > >Again she ! proudly >responds, "I am 47, but, thank you." > >While waiting for the bus to go home, >she asks an old man the same question. > >He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my >eye sight is going. Although, when I was >young, there was a sure way to tell >how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, > but it requires you to let me >put my hands under your bra. Then I can tell >you exactly how old you are." > > >They wait in silence on the empty street until curiosity gets the best of > >her. She finally blurts out, "What the heck, go ahead." > >He slips both of >his hands under her blouse and under her bra and begins to >feel around very >slowly and carefully. After a couple of minutes of this, she >says, "Okay, >okay,...how old am >I?" > >He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, >removes his hands, and says, >"Madam, you are 47." > >Stunned and amazed, the woman >says, "That was incredible, how could you >tell?" > >The old man replies, >"Promise you won't get mad?" > >"No", she says. > >He replies, "I was behind >you in line at McDonald's." > >

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Quantic Mishaps Happening [ubiquity; 2004] Rating: 6.9 I've been waiting forever to write this sentence: Fela Kuti is everywhere these days. Fela's complex history, unwavering politics, and indelible musical legacy have created the kind of iconic anchor necessary to hold down an increasingly flimsy global culture. Thank Universal for beginning the flood of reissues in 2000: now Fela's dark continental grind and scathing socialist message are reaching more Western listeners than ever before. The dense, syncopated rhythms and low-end swell of Afrobeat currently tints almost the entire urban dance music palette, from revivalists like Antibalas to Common's hip-hop highlife to Afro-dub rockers Tussle. Obviously, electronic music's extended instrumental breaks are especially suited to the Afrobeat makeover; witness Masters at Work's sweaty, traditionally propulsive "MAW Expensive (A Tribute to Fela)" or Bugz in the Attic's buzzing broken-beat remix of "Zombie" from 2002's Red Hot + Riot compilation. Ubiquity is perhaps a little late to the party, showing up with Bristol's Will Holland, under the moniker Quantic, doing his take on four-on-the-floor Afrobeat and breezy Braziltronica. I've come to expect consistently fresh sounds from Ubiquity, and Mishaps Happeningdelivers a fair dose of their usual smoothed-out California breaks/sunrise house cocktail. But when Holland dips his ladle into the Afrobeat bucket, he comes up lacking; watery production and hollow beats fall short of a potentially thunderous dance floor deluge. Maybe it's a state of mind thing, because with certain clues, a listener expects certain results. For instance, the shuffling rhythm, twangy guitar, and creaking sax that open the album have me anticipating an eventual knockout blow, which somehow never arrives. The polyrhythmic chatter, organ-driven swagger, and crisp vocals on "Use What You Got" seem to prelude some kind of heavy climax, but again, we're left wanting. If he were to steer clear of these Afrobeat signposts, Holland might have a much more effective album that perhaps relies on standard touchstones but actually delivers. That's what we get at the album's midsection, which stands out with some interesting arrangements and well-crafted songs. The funky "Trees and Seas" carries a blunted Thievery Corporation sparkle through another late night, while "Angels and Albatrosses", with its moody, distinctly downtempo sway, bobs along on waves of flute, marimba, and baritone, eventually leading to a satisfyingly serene resolution. "Prelude to Happening" combines a subtle, snaking bassline, rolling drums, somber strings, and eerie vocals into a sizzling midtempo reverie; Holland's production and songwriting skills shine through in this pretty, elegiac dirge. Holland's first two solo Quantic LPs received accolades from all the right tastemakers (Gilles Peterson, Richard Dorfmeister), and despite Mishaps' missteps, you can hear why. Philly soul vocalist Spanky Wilson gives a true school feel to "Don't Joke with a Hungry Man" and "When You're Through", while "Perception" delivers just the right amount forward-pushing velocity without veering into drum-n-bass histrionics. The closing tune, "So Long", is perhaps the stylistic bridge that Holland strives for throughout the album. I'm fairly certain that's banjo I'm hearing behind staccato strings, right after the dubbed-out breakdown and Alice Russell's silky crooning. It's a sharply distinctive number that starts with a traditional break and lives up to its promise seven hypnotic minutes later. There's no sign of Afrobeat pretense here-- except for perhaps in its ardent grasp at funky forms-- and the song works beautifully. -Jonathan Zwickel, May 11th, 2004 http://pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/q...happening.shtml

600-Pound Woman Dies After Being Surgically Removed From Couch POSTED: 3:48 pm EDT August 11, 2004 UPDATED: 10:09 pm EDT August 11, 2004 WEIRD PHOTOS: News Of The Strange Slideshow STUART, Fla. -- A dramatic rescue ended tragically in Stuart, Florida, a rescue so difficult firefighters say they have never seen anything like it. It happened late Tuesday night and early Wednesday morning at the home of a 600-pound woman who was having trouble breathing. Rescuers went in not knowing how difficult it would be to get her out. 40-year-old Gail Grinds was literally stuck to her couch and had to be removed surgically at the hospital. Authorities estimate she had been on the couch anywhere from two to five years. You can read more here: http://www.wftv.com/news/3643877/detail.html

Here's pitchfork's review: Franz Ferdinand Franz Ferdinand [Domino; 2004] Rating: 9.1 With the cash from the Thesaurus Musicarum sales snowing in, Editor-in-Chief Ryan Schreiber decided to treat the entire staff of Pitchfork to a weekend retreat at Steamers, a Finnish bath/scat fetish "bunny ranch" in Baraboo, Wisconsin. Having just completed principle photography on a documentary biopic detailing my creative life, I decided to tag along despite no longer feeling part of the team. Due to seniority, Ryan gave me the back bench on the bus. As the fresh writers swapped customized iPod skins and debated the cultural impact of Xiu Moo, I counted passing silos while listening to worn Britpop mix cassettes and neurotically rubbing the growing bald spot on my scalp. Ryan slipped in next to me. He pulled a maroon jewelry box from his Member's Only. "I was going to wait to give this to you," he said. "Oh, I, thanks," I said. Inside the box sat a green lapel pin shaped like the number six laid over Poseidon's trident. "It's a service pin. It's jade," Ryan said. "Yeah, I get the joke. I just don't see why six years is an anniversary to celebrate," I said. "That's how long the Pixies were around. Besides, I wanted to ask you to write a new review," he said. "Ah, Jesus, man, I knew there was a catch," I sighed. "No, no, hear me out. I really want you to do one of your trademark concept reviews. Those always get tons of hits. People love them and hate them," he said. "Ryan, that cow is dried up. It's Gordita meat. I've even done the I'm-not-going-to-do-a-concept-review-anymore concept review," I said. "Hear me out. I'm seeing a comeback for one of your zany characters," Ryan said, making stupid TV-producer gestures with his hands. "I'm seeing the interpretive dancer Santa Schultz, the Revolutionary War soldier Ham Grass, advice columnistProfessor Rok, Diapers the glam-loving lab monkey, Justin Davies the bass player of The Hold My Coat, The Bummelgörk, Kelly the Masseuse, Volodrag the Yugoslavian sycophant, Paul Bunyan, Wolfie. Besides, you promised me the Franz Ferdinand review months ago." He had a point. I had procrastinated on a promise. I looked up the aisle of the bus and spotted Ott hunched over a laptop, biting his tongue and copying studiously from a Thesaurus. No, no, Franz Ferdinand was the perfect vehicle for a comeback. I'm half Hungarian. My family had two dogs named Huszar. I've been looking for a way to work schnauzers and Magyar into a review. It didn't have to be that contrived. The parallels were fluorescent: Franz and I were both stubbornly nostalgic for the decade-gone heights of Britpop. In their silk button-downs and slickly combed hair, the band mimicked the gauche decadence of Suede to such a point that it appeared they were wearing Anderson and Butler's hand-me-down menswear. Each song on their self-titled debut catwalk swaggered with sucked-in cheeks like Alex James' effortless bounce on Blur's "Girls & Boys". If that sounds too hopelessly recent and uncool for the hipsters, I could go obtuse and say Franz Ferdinand revive the sounds of the John Cale-era Squeeze or the New York never-weres The Necessaries. I could erroneously throw Franz Ferdinand in with the recent dance-punk, freak-shit, whatever "scene." But I'm calling a spade a spade. Call it Scotpop if you feel uncomfortable. Not content to kickstart their career on an album laden mostly with potential, the Glaswegians have banged out a celebratory LP with lyrics bearing surprising satire, wit, and unabashed romance. On the upcoming single, "Dark of the Matinee", Alexander Kapranos positions himself as a bitter cynic who eventually gives in to fame (though it may be, as the title suggests, in the dimmer regions of the spotlight) after being charmed by an attractive optimist, and, one would imagine, the unapologetic funk of the track itself. By the last verse, Kapranos imagines himself smiling wide, sitting with Abba-loving AM talk show host Terry Wogan. With their meteoric rise, Franz Ferdinand could very well be within a year of it. They're poised to be the next Duran Duran or the next Pulp. Or they could be the next Menswear. In any case, it will be a spectacle. "Jacqueline" opens the album deceivingly with gentle acoustic strums and student poem prattle before raygun guitars and splashing cymbals annihilate any notion of plaintive reflection. Kaparanos soon blurts phrases like "it's so much better on holiday," "I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me," "I'm alive, I'm alive," and "we need the money." The pace never lets up. Even their breakthrough single, "Take Me Out", blatantly changes its mind from Pixies-like pop to squiggly guitar disco a quarter of the way through. Only on "Cheating on You" do the drums drop their high-hat riding for stuttering punk. Franz Ferdinand rarely stray far from the dueling-guitars-with-occasional-keyboard approach, granting even the bounciest dance floor numbers pleasantly rough edges, but the final two tracks peak with greater arrangement and studio flourish. Flashy flanger-flecked guitar and layered, lachrymose keyboards add an epic air to the tale of confused post-relationship emotions of "Come on Home", while "40 Ft" tiptoes in on spy guitars. Like the overlooked brilliance of Parklife's Side B, the song turns back to triumphant, operatic music spiked with pessimism and noise. Even Damon Albarn's beloved melodica makes an appearance 2½ minutes in. Like all lasting records, Franz Ferdinand steps up to the plate and boldly bangs on the door to stardom. There's no consideration for what trends have just come and gone. There's no waffling or concessions for people who won't get it. As with all great entertainment, it will divide opinion. I honestly couldn't remember Volodrag, The Hold My Coat, Santa Schultz, or the bands in whose reviews they appeared. I'd made that stuff up to amuse myself during boring albums. As I told Ryan, Franz Ferdinand didn't need a concept. We would all remember this one. Like that wizard's cap. -Brent DiCrescenzo, March 9th, 2004 http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/record-revie...ferdinand.shtml

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Looks like JoeyZ has been hangin' with Redneck for way too long...

Anti-Tank Missile Found At Georgia Home POSTED: 8:06 pm EDT August 10, 2004 SAVANNAH, Ga. -- An anti-tank missile was found under the home of two men who recently were arrested while wandering on a gunnery range used by military helicopters. http://www.local6.com/news/3640022/detail.html

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Beatfactory has worked with some. Check under the Member's music section--there's a guy from Nashville...