SUPER GROUP

I was watching VH1 recently and saw a new show called "SUPER GROUP" where they did the 'fantasy rock group' and made it 'real': "Motor City Madman Ted Nugent, Former Skid Row frontman Sebastian Bach, Anthrax's Scott Ian, drummer (Led Zeppelin heir) Jason Bonham and Biohazard's Evan Seinfeld."

SO! What's your own 'Super Group'? The rules are that they must be alive and still able to play, they must have similar tastes in music (no Beethoven with Eddie Van Halen), no foreign artists (this includes GACKT, Grace (laughs) ), and no two people from the same group (however they could have played in the same group for a short time).

AND don't just put them in your list JUST because you like them... people may ask for you to defend your choices (for example, I wasn't going to put in John Linnell from TMBG. I like them, but he doesn't fit in the band 'scheme').

Spin D.J. Is a Gawd

Thanks, Collin.

This one's a toughie.

Although some might look for me in West Virginia - I've lived in fair, misty towns - Moriarty's puzzle rose above the scum to weave my draft. What am I?

6/6/06 was actually a pretty good day!

* I got a lot of work done at work
* Trevor came by my house and sold me his X-Box for $50 (complete with 2nd controller, DVD stuff, and games)
* I went to see a SkySox game with my wife and we had a really good time (Sox won 8 to 4)
* I heard some pretty good music all day

Yup. Pretty good day.

As for the Trevor giving me his X-Box... he said that he felt he should 'donate' it, but wanted to get Elder Scrolls. So I told him I'd buy it for him. He also told me that he got the 360 and he loves it. Well, we'll have to have another C.H.E.E.T. night here sometime. July?

I had a friend since I was 13...

I had a friend since I was 13. His name was Philippe. We were really close friends and one day we got into an argument about religion. We since have not spoken... going on 3 years now.

I have had some dreams lately about him and my wife Jen has said that I should bury the hatchet and seek him out again. I was thinking that it was a good idea until today when I re-read the emails that I had saved that were our arguments. I had saved them so I could refer to them again should he deny something he or I said. Yeah, pretty fucking petty of me, but I did it anyways.

Now, I'm not so sure that I want to try for another friendship with him. Trying to convert people and having little tolerance for other beliefs is a difficult and dangerous way to think... and although Jen has seen him and spoken with him a few times, and even that she said that he has expressed interest in becoming friends again... I really don't know if I can deal with his close-minded views. I know that's probably very close minded of me to say, but "burn me once, shame on you... burn me twice, shame on me".

What do you all think?

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I also found this poem I wrote on the spur of the moment and sent in one of the last emails to him:

"Steer your boat alongside mine,
And let us sail into the future together.
But do not think that your boat is better than mine nor will I,
And we shall bring peace to the world together.
And should our crafts falter, or should we fail,
Help me as a brother would and help me set sail once more,
With you believing in your boat,
And I in mine."

----"My Boat Asail"

Why didn't anyone TELL ME?!?

Old Grandma Hardcore ROCKS!

First Post
"My friends encouraged me to start this blog to share my grandma with the world. Anyone who lives near us hearing her scream "Fucking Cocksucker Won't FUCKING DIE!!" at the television at very late hours knows she's something special. I'm her 22 year old grandson and I wouldn't trade her for the world- for many reasons; but one stands out.

My Grandma plays video games. Wait- no, that doesn't do it justice: Grandma is fucking hardcore. She has a decent size TV in her room with surround sound, Digital Cable (through she never watches), GameCube, XBox, Playstation 2, SNES, and Genesis (with the 32X if you can believe that). It's not just that she plays, anyone can go through the motions of a walkthrough of a console game if they plug at it enough, she's good. She plays anywhere from 12 to 16 hours a day for RPG (Final Fantasy Series, Xenosaga, Zelda Series, Ico, etc.,.); 10 to 12 hours if she's on a sports fix (Outlaw Golf is particularly a favorite at the moment); and she gets kicks from destroying guests at the Multiplayer of your choice while serving them the indignity of simultaneously providing delicious cookies.

She's had two knee replacements and countless surgeries. If you were to see her in a grocery store you would see a old, Midwestern diabetic with thick glasses held up by a crutch or a shopping cart stumbling along smiling at everybody. She's polite, a safe driver, mother of five and grandmother of twelve. She's great. But if you get her in front of a game she likes, she becomes a monster; a demon who craves the blood, nay- the life-force of her enemies manifested as a swear happy old lady in a comfy chair. She has destroyed many controllers in frustration, already wore out two PS2's, and will gladly walk into a Gamestop or EB Games with the swagger of one with more knowledge about games and gaming than the teenager behind the counter can ever hope to amass.

This blog will be a chronicle to my experiences with this fascinating woman. I will update will new stories as well as memories of past campaigns. Welcome to OGHC."