Tuesday, May 30, 2006

...Who Am I?...

You Are Wolverine

Small but fierce, you're a great fighter.
Watch out! You are often you're own greatest enemy.

Powers: Adamantium claws, keen senses, the ability to heal quickly

Sunday, May 28, 2006

...He's a Werewolf...

this is an audio post - click to play

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

...Salute Him When His Birthday Comes...








Ladies and Gentlemen, 65 years ago today one Robert Allen Zimmerman was born.

Monday, May 22, 2006

...Tell Me Why...

I've had such a long gap....well, the fact is that I just love seeing myself when I come to my blog. or not :) So even though I really have nothing to say at this time, I will post. I will post a song. I will post a song written by Bob Dylan (who we all know is the greatest songwriter in history).


Go ahead and talk about him
because he makes you doubt,
Because he has denied himself
the things that you can't live without.
Laugh at him behind his back
just like the others do,
Remind him of what he used to be
when he comes walkin' through.

He's the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart of stone

Stop your conversation
when he passes on the street,
Hope he falls upon himself,
oh, won't that be sweet
Because he can't be exploited
by superstition anymore
Because he can't be bribed or bought
by the things that you adore.

He's the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart of stone

When the whip that's keeping you in line
doesn't make him jump,
Say he's hard-of-hearin',
say that he's a chump.
Say he's out of step with reality
as you try to test his nerve
Because he doesn't pay no tribute
to the king that you serve.

He's the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart of stone

Say that he's a loser
'cause he got no common sense
Because he don't increase his worth
at someone else's expense.
Because he's not afraid of trying,
'cause he don't look at you and smile,
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales,
say he's got no style.

He's the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart of stone

You can laugh at salvation,
you can play Olympic games,
You think that when you rest at last
you'll go back from where you came.
But you've picked up quite a story
and you've changed since the womb.
What happened to the real you,
you've been captured but by whom?

He's the property of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart of stone

Good Day...