Silent's Kick

It All Started With "Wait A Minute"
I'm a big fan of silent films. Not because I enjoy reading subtitles but because I enjoy watching movies. Early movie directors quickly learned that images, not dialogue or special effects, communicate emotion through visual association. It's worth mentioning that psychologists believe only about 6% of communication is verbal anyway.

Summing Up Words
"There once was a time in this business when I had the eyes of the whole world. But that wasn't good enough for them, oh no ... they had to have the ears of the whole world too. So they opened their big mouths and out came talk. Talk! TALK!" - Norma Desmond, Sunset Boulevard

Trivia
-The first words heard during the first widely distributed talking picture: "Wait a minute!"

So, What's Taylorology?
Taylorolgy is the study of unsolved murder of silent film director Williams Desmond Taylor back in 1922. More on that later.

Design from the Future

Airline Economy?

As soaring oil prices continue to threaten profits, airlines consider radical new technology as an alternative to inefficient twin engine designs.

Crash Landing

See? You Already Knew This Would Happen
I can't do it. I don't have what it takes to write short blogs. My floor's scattered with scrap blog and my screen's filled with 15 pounds of extra blog I can't stand to waste.

And it won't all fit in the freezer, I already tried.

So more blog's coming ... just in time for the weekend.

Sometimes More is More
Well, what about that aching tooth I'd been whining about? Yesterday I got it pulled.

Not everyone agreees with my decision. Someone (who'll go nameless) even snickered that the last thing I needed was another hole in my head.

Remind me next time we're in person to do my impression of the noise a root makes as it's about to come loose. It's kinda like ... never mind, I'm getting nauseous again just thinking about it.

Zarqawi Dead

BAGHDAD, Iraq — Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, the Al Qaeda in Iraq leader who led a brutal insurgency that included homicide bombings, kidnappings and beheadings, was killed in an airstrike on a building north of Baghdad, U.S. and Iraqi officials announced Thursday.

Officials said the terror leader's identity was confirmed by fingerprints, facial recognition, and known scars.

Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri Al-Maliki said al-Zarqawi was killed along with seven aides Wednesday evening at around 6:15 p.m. local time in a bombing raid on a building in a remote area 30 miles northeast of Baghdad in Diyala province.

Loud applause broke out as Al-Maliki, flanked by U.S. Ambassador Zalmay Khalilzad and U.S. Gen. George Casey, the top commander in Iraq, made the announcement at a news conference in Baghdad Thursday that al-Zarqawi was "terminated."

In a statement posted on the Web, Al Qaeda in Iraq confirmed the death of al-Zarqawi and vowed to continue its "holy war."

"We want to give you the joyous news of the martyrdom of the mujahed sheik Abu Musab al-Zarqawi," said the statement, signed by "Abu Abdel-Rahman al-Iraqi," identified as the deputy "emir" or leader of Al Qaeda in Iraq.

Al-Zarqawi, who is believed to have personally beheaded at least two American hostages, became Iraq's most wanted militant — as notorious as Usama bin Laden, to whom he swore allegiance in 2004.

-excerpts from foxnews.com 8:35am

Anybody Recognize These?

"Seeing Is Believing" Department

Found some old photos buried in a rusty tin box this afternoon down in the basement.

Figured I'd post 'em here, and see if anybody can tell me what they mean ...

When Good Cats Go Bad

How Long Can I Keep It Short?

Whut Do I Know ... Anyway?

Tomorrow night the NBA PlayOffs continue with Dallas hosting Miami after defeating the Phoenix Suns and Detroit Pistons, respectively, in the conference finals.

Basketball? That's the one where the tall guys in short pants spend about 3 hours tossing a ball back and forth before somebody remembers to throw it through the net, right?

What About Landing on the Moon?

Sure we did, I have no doubt. I'm pretty sure we did. The government had big rockets, space capsules and short-wave lunar radios back then. Really.

Without Naming Names Department
Somebody I know recently discovered a gigantic ROACH in his motel room. According to one eye-witness account this unnamed person threw a shoe at the roach, which began hissing loudly and aggressively in retaliation before escaping on six uninjured legs to the bathroom. The culprit slammed the door and began emitting naueous & threatening noises by rubbing its hind legs together.

My friend cleared out, got a full refund, and checked into another motel.

Wonder what happened to the next hapless guy who wandered into The Roach's Lair? In hindsight, maybe somebody shoulda posted a warning on the door. Maybe it's something we'll be reading about in the newspapers: Roach Demands Peace After Eating Family's Dog

Secret Tool Stuff We'll Never See
I've heard rumors that somebody out there has powerful new secret prototype lawn tools. Stuff you can't even buy with a license or permit. Stuff I wish I didn't know existed, with designs clearly inspired by alien lawn and garden technology.

I want stuff like that, too. Even if I don't know what it means it just sounds really cool.

Boy I'm Mad Department
(1) People in minivans. We're driving for crying out loud, not sailing.
(2) I missed the last 10 minutes of "The Deadliest Catch" last night because the phone rang at 9:49pm. One day I'll learn to ignore the phone. No I won't. I'm always dying to find out if the caller's somebody I know.

Stuff I Think About A Lot
Wonder if I could program my VCR using HTML?
Why not? It sure worked with the microwave.

New & Improved

Thing Will Be Different From Now On
My posts will be shorter.

What Happened to My Links?
It's Ken's fault. He creates cool web pages. I went home and tried giving The Blue Book a new look and ended up losing all my links. So tonight I'm learning HTML so I can create cool web pages too, no problem.

There Is One Problem ...
By tomorrow I will have forgotten HTML.

DJ's Got the Fastest Car I've Ever Ridden In
Today we drove to Atlanta and back in just under 12 minutes (we had to stop for gas). I think I left critical body parts somewhere between Duluth and the big fireworks store on the left.

What Else is There?
I need a cool t-shirt so go with my 3D glasses.

Looking Good ... and Saving Big

While prowling around the local dollar discount store yesterday I found a $39.95 bottle of Chemi-Tan indoor tanning lotion marked down to a dollar. The label said "Imported from Kazakistan" so I felt confident last night about applying the entire bottle in a one sitting to achieve a deep, overnight 'summer-on-the-Caspian-sea-look' tan.

After all it only cost a buck for 12 ounces.

This morning I took another look at the label and noticed
Expiration Date 04/2002. If expired dispose of this product according to Federal regulations. Do not burn or incincerate. May cause burns, irritation or severe skin rash if not used according to instructions. Do not apply more than once in any 3 month period. Use only as directed. Take this container with you and seek medical help immediately if product is inadvertently applied to face, neck or other sensitive areas.

Ah well, what's the worst that could happen?

Amazing Baggie Omlet

Not sure why, but after finding this post from Shua I feel like a major question in my life has been answered: Yes, you can make an omlet in boiling water using only eggs, fixin's, and a baggie ...

flickr.com/photos/lotsofco/sets/72157594147498791/

Thanks Shua!
joshuablankenship.com/blog/

yaRd wArz

[Somebody wrote in recently and asked why my blogs are so long. I told them it's because I use so many words.]

Summer's here .. look outside your window and tell me what you see. Almost overnight giant weed clusters have appeared from nowhere, sprouting thorns and vines with tentacles like radioactive crabs on steroids. And they're all ready to eat up your yard like a Chunkey Monkey ice cream cone on an August afternoon.

What's needed isn't "yard work." We're talking about waging War against nature's obsessive intrusion on civilization. It's time to step up and become a Yard General.

Any army must have weapons, tools you'll use to turn the attack ... but chemical sprays, foams, weed-killing ointments and electric hedge clippers are for grannies and parochial schoolgirls. What about chainsaws? Gas hedge-trimmers are certainly OK, but only a guy who looked forward to wearing lederhosen to his family reunion would fool with chainsawing his weeds.

Here's the combat essentials for your yaRd wArz Arsenal:

Machete
Forget about rushing down to Big Box and grabbing the first machete you see off the shelf. They're worse than useless, because most imported machetes are constructed from scrap bobby pins and recycled tuna cans. The mere vibration from driving home will likely cause that shiny new blade to corrode and lose what little edge it may have.

What you want is a Collins & Co. Legitimus machete. Collins made the world's best machetes and they're easily identified by the distinctive "witch on a broom" logo either pressed or attached to the blade.

Snakes of all sizes scatter at the mere sight of a genuine Collins & Co. Legitimus.

Fashion Tip: machetes also make a powerful statement when stowed in your pickup's gun rack.




Ghurka Knife
Does that curved blade look scary? Stubborn little trees and pesky vines will think so, too and practically wither and die soon as they sense your footsteps.

What's particularly useful is that the sheath keeps your ghurka conveniently accessible on a belt loop ... just remember to take it off before leaving the house to start running errands, else you'll get strange stares down at the post office.

Buy two if you possibly can; you'll probably wear the blades out pretty quckly using your ghurkas to pry chewing gum and roofing nails from the bottoms of your shoes.

Japanese Gardening Trowel
This little gem speaks for itself and might even become your new best yard buddy. I like wearing my gardening trowel, ghurka knife and machete all at the same time while sweeping the driveway, walking to the mail box, etc.

Miscellaneous yaRd wArz Essentials

Blade Sharpener: Spyderco 204MF Tri-Angle Sharpmaker System. Accept no substitute, only settle for the best. Warning: may be habit-forming.


Clothes: Light colors attract mosquitos. Always wear dark long pants, a long-sleeved shirt and a hat while battling your yard, and wear a sunscreen with at least a 15 SPF rating.

(Don't ever let me drive by your house and find out you've been wearing shorts and a t-shirt or tank top outside in the yard. Besides the likelihood that I'll snap your picture, make the necessary alterations in PhotoShop and post the results here, please remember that there is no such thing as a suntan. Your skin darkens and "tans" only because it's been irreversibly damaged by exposure to ultraviolet (UV) rays, DNA-altering gamma waves and space radiation arriving from who-knows-where.)

And don't argue "I'd rather look good now than worry about getting old" because you're actually right: Melanoma is the most common form of cancer among people 25-29 years old and is responsible for 75% of all skin cancer deaths. So you might not have to worry about your face looking like a catcher's mitt when you get old, because you won't.

FORBIDDEN ITEMS
1) Gas-powered Leaf Blowers: the most offensive, obnoxious gadget ever invented by man.
2) Lawn mowers with Leaf Bags: use a mulching mower to recycle your grass clippings instead
3) Lawn-n-Leaf Bags: is anything sillier than seeing plastic bags filled with leaves piled up at the curb? Folks who feel compelled to hide their leaves and yard clippings in black bags need an intense anti-OCD intervention, I'm just saying.

Trouble-Free Tuesday Playlist
If I Were A Carpenter - June & Johnny Cash (even I can't act like a meanie all the time :-)

Amazing News Item

"This story is from our news.com.au network Source: Reuters

Zoo lion kills man who invokes God

By correspondents in Kiev

June 05, 2006

A MAN shouting that God would keep him safe was mauled to death by a lioness in Kiev zoo after he crept into the animal's enclosure, a zoo official said on today.

"The man shouted 'God will save me, if he exists', lowered himself by a rope into the enclosure, took his shoes off and went up to the lions," the official said.

"A lioness went straight for him, knocked him down and severed his carotid artery."

The incident, yesterday evening when the zoo was packed with visitors, was the first of its kind at the attraction. Lions and tigers are kept in an "animal island" protected by thick concrete blocks."

Jesus answered him, "It is also written: 'Do not put the Lord your God to the test.'"
Matthew 4:7 (NIV)

An Amazing Post

This might be the most powerful and convincing post I've read anytime, anywhere in the blogosphere. Lee Dial bangs out a game-winning Grand Slam with "The Evidence" and thoroughly settles any questions whether Jesus Christ changes lives. Wow.

First chance you get be sure to check out Lee 's post here: www.leedial.com/?p=190

Monday Update

Are you amazed I forgot to include Today's Playlist? Sorry, guess my brain was already halfway to the Azores ...

Spend Monday Morning in Dirty Vegas:
Days Go By (Acoustic Mix)
I Should Know
All Or Nothing
Simple Things Part 2
Days Go By (anytime you need cheering up just imagine me doing my rap-robot dance to this ... which also includes the liberal use of shadow hand-puppets. The Gagging Giraffe is my favorite.)

"Hey Lady, May I Borrow Your Ipod?" Department
I love this song and glad I found it:
Faster Kill - Paul Oakenfold

Be Amazed

I'm always thrilled anytime I find out something that seems impossible turns out to be very do-able after all.

Take crossing the Atlantic, for example. Until yesterday I'd always believed that 55 feet was about the smallest-sized powerboat that could (safely) cross the Atlantic. Then I found out that both crossing the Atlantic and trans-pacific passages can be done quite safely in a powerboat as small as 40 feet. In fact, it's done regularly.

Amazing.

Which just goes to show: ya gotta start with big expectations before you can dream of tackling the impossible and doing the biggest things.

radio.weblogs.com/0137829/

Notes from the Troposphere

Yesterday I met an MD-80 pilot who flies for a major national carrier. Naturally we spent the best part of two hours talking about flying and swapping tall hangar tales. All of which reminded me of two core truths: there's hardly anything I love more than flying, and there's hardly anything I hate more than flying.

I started flying almost as a lark after taking a "discovery" flight at the Anderson Airport. At the end of the 1 hour flight, I realized I was hooked when the instructor handed me a logbook with my name written on the front page under the heading "Pilot In Command." Wasn't my intention that afternoon to start flying lessons, but I figured I'd show up for my first "real" lesson and if things started getting hairy I could just bail (no pun intended) without a serous loss of self-esteem. All I had to do, I told myself, was get through the next lesson.

By the time I'd finally learned how to land, navigate and communicate on the radios I figured I'd complete my solo, and be all done with flying. But after soloing and experiencing the awesome freedom of being alone in the cockpit at the controls, I realized the hardest part of my training was behind me. I continued building hours with stall practice, unusual attitude training and night flights so that by the time I took my FAA pilot's exam I hardly broke a sweat.

I especially loved flying at night. The air was usually smooth as silk and from 4000 feet the view from the cockpit's windscreen was more spectacular than any IMAX movie imaginable.

The first time I scared myself half witless came a few days after getting my Instrument Rating (imagine flying for about 2 hours and setting up to land just 200 feet over the runway just by relying on a compass and turn coordinator, without seeing the ground a single time). I'd already flown twice by myself through "weather," but the third time was fantastically horrifying.

I was in thick fog just seconds after takeoff, not guessing that Moderate Turbulence was up there waiting. I very quickly realized I'd exceeded my ability as a pilot, and that keeping myself in the air might prove impossible.

In another minute, just staying level and within 1000 feet of my assigned altitude while being buffeted like a rodeo cowboy atop an invisible bull became a gut-wrenching struggle way beyond my ability. I even started worrying (though I rationally knew better) the wings might simply snap off in mid-air.

As the instruments began blurring together I remembered the term vertigo. I'd memorized all the warnings about vertigo causing pilots to ignore the instruments and start listening instead to the voice inside his brain screaming You've turned upside down! Straighten up right now! (close your eyes and imagine you're sitting in your chair, accelerating as you fall backwards through empty space but the instruments are saying everything's hunky dory).

That's what vertigo feels like ... and real panic, fueled by adrenalein, tastes exactly like copper. The fear was so intense I started hating myself for intentionally getting into such trouble. Why had I done such a stupid thing? I wanted to close my eyes, let go of the controls and quit flying the airplane, just so the terror would stop. I told myself that if I somehow got turned around and managed to land that I'd never fly again.

But I went up again the next day, and kept on flying for several more years ... even after badly scaring myself the second and third times.

I guess this story isn't isn't about flying at all ... it's about accepting that hardly anything of value comes without a demand for something of equal price in return. Maybe that's why only God could've conceived of something as perfect and flawless as Grace, and why Grace is such a difficult concept for us to grasp and accept.

Whether it concerns relationships, a career or a spiritual calling, sometimes survival requires us to stay "at the controls," to keep on going and ignore the internal voice hollering You're upside down! Bail out now!

Being human, we were born already exceeding our ability to keep ourselves in the air. Without Grace, it's not hard to predict how each of our flights were gonna end.

Thoughts for Friday

Seems like I knew more this morning than I do now ... like, where I left my car keys.

Blog On, Beavis

When I began blogging a few months back a friend who teaches medieval music theory at a university in North Carolina warned me, "Seems like a lot of work for no pay."

She's absolutely right; the time I've spent babble-blogging each morning hasn't yet brought a single penny thrown in my direction.

So why do it?

Because Notes from the Blue Book is the blog I wish I'd found, a blog that I could look forward to reading and enjoying for myself. I hope it's a place you can visit, expecting to find something funny, unusual or even spiritually challenging to add to your day.

Even if we've never met, Gentle Anonymous Reader, I appreciate the time you take from your hectic routine to drop by. Really I do, because you certainly have more worthwhile and productive things to occupy your time. I hope you leave feeling the time spent was worth the investment.

But when I describe events like slamming doors on my toes, being chased around the yard by swarms of angry wasps, or working part time as a sponge diver in Lake Hartwell please remember "literary license" isn't the same thing as lying. The goal is to simply grab your attention ... and to keep you entertained during your stay.

Here's some interesting stuff I've collected during the week:

All About Cats: Even though I've got three cats, I'm not a cat lover. Mine stay outside and work full-time jobs on pest patrol, keeping thee and me mouse and rat free. Ya gotta be a total meanie not to like cats, just saying.

-The strangest cat on record was a female called Mincho who went up a tree in Argentina and didn't come down again until she died six years later. While treed, she managed to have three litters (with equally ambitious dads).

- Scientific studies have compared and examined both a cat's brain and a dog's brain. The results established that the cat's brain is more similar to a humans than that of a dog.

- The most popular names for cats are Tiger, Max, Smokey, and Patches, but I've named my cats according to litter order, gender, and sequence of birth ... which helps explain why my cats have names like 3M5, 2F4, etc. (They know their names so don't snicker; it'd only leave them feeling inferior)

-Cats do not think that they are little people. They think that we are big cats.

-The Swahili word for cat is nyau (nee-yow).

-Sir Isaac Newton, discoverer of the principles of gravity, also invented the cat door.

Lots more kitty trivia available here: http://www.flippyscatpage.com/kittytrivia.html

Life Imitating Art? A lot more people got more excited about the 1999 film Fight Club than I did, so I have no idea why real-life "fight clubs" eventually appeared across the country like a bad outbreak of warts. Here's a story about a real-life fight club in Silicon Valley: http://msnbc.msn.com/id/13037439/?GT1=8199

Learn to talk real good like me: the blog of a guy struggling with the universal language of WalMart ... English.
http://mylifewithbadenglish.blogspot.com/

Would you want this guy's job? David Weiss works on Mac applications at MicroSoft.
http://davidweiss.blogspot.com/

A blogger in London who's currently homeless, yet managing to reach an international audience with her writings.
http://wanderingscribe.blogspot.com/

Has Life Become Too Expensive?

Count me among the folks who're shocked at how expensive life really is.
With gasoline hovering around $3 bucks a gallon, ground beef at $2 per pound and milk at almost $4 dollars a gallon, it's not hard to see why many Americans have trouble making ends meet.

I did some Googling and realized I'm totally clueless when it comes to guessing what "Expensive" means at the high end:




The Most Expensive House in the World
Donald Trump's French Regency-style estate, which is undergoing the final stages of a massive renovation, includes 475 feet of waterfront, an 18-bedroom mansion, eight-car garage, conservatory, carriage house, guest house and pool house. The most startling aspect of the place, however, is the $125 million price tag, the highest asking price ever for a private residence in the United States, and perhaps the world.


The Most Expensive Automobile
The 1930 Type 41 Royale engine had massive displacement: 12.7 liters (over 700 cubic inches), roughly twice the size of the largest muscle cars from the 1960s. This is still the largest engine of any car ever sold privately.

Equally massive was the 15-foot wheelbase, which stands about five feet tall at the hood. A mere six Royale's were produced and two were never sold. Current asking price: $10.3 million dollars.


The Most Expensive Yacht
At $95.448 million, the Annaliesse is an astounding 280 feet and features a full-service spa, meeting room, dining room, salon, children's play area and a library/theater room with a 100" screen. The owner's stateroom has a king-size bed, a 42-inchTV and panoramic windows that can be covered with a remote control. There are 15 other staterooms (the yacht can accommodate 36 passengers), and many common areas with sofas and armchairs scattered amidst marble columns.


The Most Expensive (and Fastest) Motorcycle
The $150,000 MTT Turbine Superbike is the world's first turbine powered street legal motorcycle in its class, and been recognized by Guinness World Records as the "Most Powerful Motorcycle Ever to Enter Series Production" and the "Most Expensive Production Motorcycle".
Powered by a Rolls Royce Allison gas turbine engine, the SUPERBIKE has demonstrated over 300 hp and been clocked at 227 mph. The bike features carbon fiber fairings, a rear-mounted camera with LCD color display, forward-and rear-looking radar detector with laser scrambler, one touch "Smart Start" ignition, and more.


Most Expensive Golf Clubs
Honma Twin Marks MG-R18 5-Star Amazing Spec. A set of ten irons, three woods, a putter and a staff bag will set you back more than $36,000.










Here's a few other figures I found for comparison.

Worldwide, Malaria causes one million deaths annually. Malaria kills almost 3000 children every day; Tanzania alone will suffer almost 100,000 deaths this year. In the time it takes to read this paragraph, two more people will be dead.

The Tuberculosis epidemic in Third World countries continues 2.2 million deaths annually worldwide.

Leishmaniasis, a parasitic disease spread by the bite of infected sand flies, is more than 90% fatal. In India alone, as many as 200,000 die every year.

Sleeping Sickness, a fatal disease caused by a protozoa transmitted by tsetse flies, threatens 60 million people worldwide.

Two million children die annually from diarrheal diseases, many of them caused by parasites including Filariasis (round worms). It's estimated 25% of the world's population is infected with Ascariasis, an acute intestinal infestation caused by round worms. Once anchored to the intestinal wall, round worms can grow up to 12" in length.

Measles still kills more than 400,000 children annually, lives that could be spared with a simple immunization.

There are hardly any new medicines in the pipeline for diseases like tuberculosis, malaria, sleeping sickness and leishmaniasis. Instead, the drug giants are focusing almost exclusively on the afflictions of the affluent north, according to Médecins sans Frontières.

Their report points out that there are eight new drugs on the way for impotence and seven for obesity.

Too Hot to Handle

The bedroom air conditioner quit working last night, making sleep in the 90+ degree temperature almost impossible. So here's a few things I thought about in the meantime:

Favorite TV Shows
Now that LOST is on hiatus until season 3, my new favorite show is "Hogan Knows Best" on VH1. This reality series follows the Hogan family through their day to day lives in their 20,000 square foot home in Clearwater, Florida. Say whatever you want, any 52-year old guy with tie-dyed bandanas and a platinum-dyed goatee deserves to be taken seriously, brother.

My next favorite show is "The Deadliest Catch" on the Discovery Channel. Crab fishing in the Bering Sea is the most dangerous occupation on earth ... more deadly than coal mining, lumberjacking or motorcycle racing. Incredible action and real-life drama make this show practically addictive.

I also enjoy any televangelist offering prayer rugs, magic healing water, blessed key chains, self-annointing oil or apostolic hair extensions ... in exchange for supporting his ministry through your generous love offering. Bonus Points if there's a close-up of the guy and his wife sobbing during his sales pitch; two Gold Stars if his wife's eye liner starts running down her cheek.

I forget whether there's any other show I like, guess not.

Life's Biggest Disappointment:
After graduating from college I approached a wrestling promoter and told him if he'd just give me a chance in the ring, I had a schtick guaranteed to make me the worst villain in wrestling history. I'd dress in a cat costume so I could use my whiskers and tail as weapons and call myself "Mr Biggles - the Backyard Bone Breaker." Then he told me professional wrestling was FAKE.

I think he was terrified, and only threw me out of his office because my idea was years ahead of its time.

What Makes Women Attractive?
Young and ancient; innocent and corrupt; in every woman, a mystery. - John Fowles, The Magus (probably the only 900 page novel I've read in just 3 sittings; yes it is that good)

Would I Ever Bungi Jump Over Victoria Falls?
No ... and you can't make me.



















Dumbest Urban Gangsta Idiom I Ever Did Hear:
Yesterday I saw P. Diddy on a TV commercial for ProActiv Solution. Diddy informed us it's essential for him to wear the right clothes, drive the right car and have unblemished skin to "Preserve his sexy." He said it with a straight face, too.

Being somewhat less hip than P. Diddy, I preserve my sexy by occasionally trimming my nose hair.

TODAY'S AWESOME TUESDAY PLAYLIST
Don't get mad, but in general songs written by women strike me as a bit too whiney, introspective and self-pitying. These are two of the powerful exceptions; more words would be wasteful. [... in every woman, a mystery. Indeed.]

Throwing Fire At the Sun - Heather Nova ("Oyster" CD)
Sugar - Heather Nova ("Live From the Milky Way" CD)


Hogan Knows Best
http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/hogan_knows_best/series.jhtml

The Deadliest Catch
http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/deadliestcatch/deadliestcatch.html

Bungi Jumping at Victoria Falls
http://www.whereisevan.com/africa99-2.html

ProActiv Solution Celebrity Testimonials
http://www.proactiv.com/celeb/spot.php?pactvid=339cc64b15e1479f3313002755c4161c