The Who's John Entwistle Dead
crazyj was among several Slashdot readers who, knowing my obsession with the greatest band of all time, submitted that The Who's John Entwistle died. His death occured one day before the start of their
summer tour. The Ox was an amazing bassist, and I'm glad I got to see him play. Those fingers would just fly up that fretboard. He'll be missed.
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Loneliness is a power that we possess to give or take away forever
I picked up a bass guitar when I was in College from 1997 to 1981 because of players like John Entwistle. I will miss him. I had to sell it in the summer of 96 when I was out of work, and needed to eat. I get a chuckle every time I see the video for My Generation. When Moon, Townshend, and Daltrey start smashing things, John cradled his bass like a baby, and stepped away from them. Rest in peace, Ox.
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Some may say that this is not a slashdot topic.
I agree.
But the editors have determined that this is appropriate for the slashdot audience.
I agree.
It's another sad day. It's another hero that I'll miss.
Best of luck to you John.
Fare thee well John.
"Boris The Spider"
Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He's come to a sticky end
Don't think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl 'round
He's embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
There are some people that if they don't know, you can't tell 'em.
due to someone perhaps being in public schools reading this I dare not say Heaven
Excuse my hostility, but comments like this annoy me. When will people realize that shoving God down one's throat is exactly like prohibiting public mention of God?
Freedom of speech goes both ways. Do not force one to speak or not speak. Say Heaven or God or whatever strikes your fancy, but don't force others to say it with you. Is that such a hard concept to grasp?
The web is a dominatrix. Everywhere I turn, I see little buttons ordering me to Submit.
"My friends are dead! They may be your fucking icons but they're my fucking friends!"