Thursday, December 31, 2015

ATF: Party On!

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Dr. Hook]


Freaker’s Ball
Dr. Hook
Well there's gonna be a Freaker's Ball
Tonight at the Freaker's Hall
And you know you're invited
One and all
Uh oh

Come on baby
Grease your lips
Grab your hats
And swing your hips
And don't forget
To bring your whips
We're going to the Freaker's Ball
Yes

Blow your whistle
And bang your gong
Roll up something
To take along
It feels so good
It must be wrong
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

Well all the fags and the dykes
They're boogie-in' together
The leather freaks are dressed
In all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists
And the masochists too
Screaming please hit me
And I'll hit you
The FBI
Is dancin' with the junkies
All the straights
Swingin' with the funkies
Across the floor
And up the wall
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

Everybody's
Kissing each other
Brother with sister
Son with mother
Smear my body
Up with butter
And take me to the Freaker's Ball

Pass that roach please
And pour the wine
I'll kiss yours
If you'll kiss mine
I'm gonna boogie
‘Til I'm cold blind
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

White ones
Black ones
Yellow ones
Red ones
Necrophiliacs
Looking for dead ones
The greatest of the sadists
And the masochists too
Screaming please hit me
And I'll hit you
Everybody
Ballin' in batches
Pyromaniacs
Strikin' matches
I'm gonna itch me
Where it scratches
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
We're at a ball
We're Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball



Rock and Roll Fantasy
Bad Company
Yeah
Yeah

Here comes the jesters
One
Two
Three
It's all part of my fantasy
I love the music
And I love to see the crowd
Dancin' In the aisles
And singin' out loud
Yeah
Um yeah
Here comes the dancers
One by one
Your mama's callin'
But you're havin' fun
You find you're dancin'
On a number nine cloud
Put your hands together now
And sing It out loud

It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Yeah
It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream
Yeah

It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream

Yeah
Yeah
yeah

Put up the spotlights
One and all
And let the feelin'
Get down to your soul
The music's so loud
You couldn’t hear the sound
Reachin' for the sky
And churnin’ up the ground

Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Yeah
Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream
Oh yeah
Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream
Yeah
Fantasy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fantasy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Monday, December 28, 2015

ATF: Tri-Wall

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



The Wall (Parts 1-3)
Pink Floyd
Daddy’s flown across the ocean
Leavin’ just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what’d’ja leave behind for me

All in all it was
Just a brick in the wall
All in all it was
All just bricks in the wall

When
When
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers
Who would hurt the children
Anyway they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids

But in
But in
But in the town it was well known
That when they got home at night
Their fat and psychopathic wives
Would thrash them within inches of their lives

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher
Leave them kids alone
Hey
Teacher
Leave them kids alone
All in all it’s just a
Another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just a
Another brick in the wall

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher
Leave us kids alone
Hey
Teacher
Leave us kids alone
All in all you’re just a
Another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just a
Another brick in the wall

I don’t need no arms around me
And I don’t need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don’t think I need anything at all
No
Don’t think I’ll need anything at all

All in all it was
All just bricks in the wall
All in all you were
All just bricks in the wall

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Sunday, December 27, 2015

A Sunday Drive

Back during our childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them again, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.













 



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Thursday, December 24, 2015

ATF: Scenic Routes

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Supertramp]


Take the Long Way Home
Supertramp
So you think you're a Romeo
Playing a part in a picture show
Take the long way home
Take the long way home
‘Cause you're the joke of the neighborhood
Why should you care if you're feeling good
Take the long way home
Take the long way home

But there are times that you feel you're part of the scenery
All the greenery
Is comin' down boy

And then your wife seems to think you're part of the furniture
Oh it's peculiar
She used to be so nice

When lonely days turn to lonely nights
You take a trip to the city lights
And take the long way home
Take the long way home
You never see what you want to see
Forever playing to the gallery
You take the long way home
Take the long way home

And when you're up on the stage
It's so unbelievable
Unforgettable
How they adore you
But then your wife seems to think you're losing your sanity
Oh calamity
Is there no way out

Does it feel that your life's become a catastrophe
Oh it has to be
For you to grow boy
When you look through the years
And see what you could have been
Oh what you might have been
If you'd had more time

So when the day comes to settle down
Who's to blame if you're not around
You took the long way home
You took the long way home…



Road to Nowhere
Ozzy Osbourne
I was looking back on my life
And all the things have come to me
I'm still looking for the answers
I'm still searching for the key

The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just won't leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream
The road to nowhere
Leads to me

Through all the happiness and sorrow
I guess I'd do it all again
Live for today and die tomorrow
It's still the road that never ends

The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just won't leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream
The road to nowhere
Leads to me

Ah Ah
Ah Ah
The road to nowhere's gonna pass me by
Ah ah
Ah ah
I hope we never have to say goodbye
I never wanna live without you
Yeah

The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just won't leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream
The road to nowhere
Leads to me
The road to nowhere
Leads to me
The road to nowhere
Leads to me
You got
You got
You got
To lead to me
The road to nowhere
Leads to me
You got
You got
You got
To lead to me
You got
You got
You got
To lead to me
Oh
The road to nowhere
Lyrics From: [eLyrics.net]

***NOTE***
My Lord and Savior’s traditional 2,015th birthday is tomorrow.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Koobface Fun

Part of working on my top-secret site project I have mentioned  a time or two before involves compiling a database of sites.  It was while checking the viability of some sites I had links to yesterday afternoon, when up popped a notice that Mediacom Cable had detected some suspicious activity, with further instructions to call a toll-free phone number to receive help.

Since I am now somewhat seasoned to the “fun” that can be had while surfing the net, I did not panic, but I did become a little concerned when I found that I could not simply close the pop-up and leave the site.  My level of concern rose when I found that I could not even close my browser.

The next step would be to restart my computer, but before doing this, I read some more of the information provided on the pop-up.  It said to not restart the computer or risk doing great harm.

So, I called the toll-free phone number, and on the other end of the line was a man with a distinct Indian (dot—not feather) accent.  He identified himself as being a Windows 35 technician, who was there to help me with my problem.  I told him what the problem was, and he asked me to give him remote access to my computer, which I did.

He saw the pop-up message, and then started checking all sorts of things that I could see him doing on my screen.  Since my eyesight is still not all that good, I missed a lot, but he paused for me to see that my computer had been infected with the [Koobface] worm, which made my computer wide open for all sorts of no-goods to use in a network and steal my stuff.

Amazingly, I am still not in a panic.  Considering all of the “stuff” that has been hitting my proverbial fan lately, an infected computer would be just some more, I suppose.

The technician went on to show me a system errors log that had over 1,000 entries, and he said that there was a solution.  It involved taking my CPU to a repair center in St. Louis, and for a fee of $500, the worm would be removed and whatever was causing the system errors would be fixed.  I told the technician that we could not take our computer anywhere (let alone over 200 miles away) because of our very poor health, and then he told me that all could be fixed remotely for $259, and if I wanted a three-year warranty, it would be $459.

Okay, I was starting to get a little down by then, and I acknowledged that I recognized the fact that it was his job to sell me the service.  Nonetheless, I asked him if he could at least tell me if I could do a complete system wipe and Windows 10 reinstall.  He told me that this would not fix anything because Koobface was due to internet hacking and there was nothing wrong on my computer to remove.  He went to say that as soon as I fired up the computer again after the system reinstall, all of my problems would still be there.

Even though I was not about to okay anything until Arlynda told me I could, I let him transfer me to another company, who could remotely fix my problems.  Much to my confusion, the man answering the phone sounded exactly like the guy I had been talking to before.  Furthermore, the background noise on their end was exactly the same.  I secured a phone number to call him back, and hung up the phone.

Well, I have been kidding about practicing having "senior moments," and after this experience, I need to take them more seriously.  For it was not until later thinking about the conversation I had with the first technician that I realized he had already let the cat out of the bag (so to speak).  For if there was no infection on my computer, what were they going to fix?

Studying-up on the Koobface worm revealed that any good antivirus program protects against it.  I also found where there is a Koobface scam involving pop-up messages directing the unsuspecting to Indian call-centers trying to sell unneeded repairs. I also found some more interesting information on the [Windows 35] tech centers.

Yeah, go ahead and laugh at my gullibility, but I really can now say that I have experienced it all on the net.  That is, at least until the next source of “fun” comes along, of course.

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Monday, December 21, 2015

ATF: Hopeful

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [America]


Lonely People
America
This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you
Drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky
This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you
Drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try

Well I'm on my way
Yes I'm back to stay
Well I'm on my way
Back home

Hit it

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you
Drink from the silver cup
And never take you down or
Never give you up
You never know until you try



Home Sweet Home
Motley Crue
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
Doesn't mean they're always wrong
Just take this song
And you'll never feel
Left all alone
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this
Long and winding road

I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight
Tonight
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home

You know that I've seen
Too many romantic dreams
Up in lights
Fallin' off the silver screen
My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing keeps me together
At the seams

I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight
Tonight
I'm on my way
Just set me free
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home

Oooh
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Yeah
I'm on my way
Just set me free
Home sweet home

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