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that's almost a steal price, it's low, run.. run...run..

[] I agree with you on interconnects. If your $1.99 cables are defective, by all means get a good $10 pair, after that... i don't know....

I've heard that's a terrible way to go. how'd he die...stabbed repeatedly with an f sharp

looks like a lot of fun! welcome back!

and the elcassette, digital audio tape (dat), mini disc, HDDVD, and on and on. most new items don't make it. it's easy to get supply of a new technology ramped up, it's the demand side that is the challange.

Dude! Thanks!!

The most intelligent people i've met don't think they are all that smart. One factor of intelligence is to avoid the situation described in your subject line.

you have actually survived a visit to Wendy's?? You must procreate and save our species!

your 14' width is fine, not problem. i would find a way to get them flush to both walls for best response. modify the baseboard heat or remove it and you're golden.

whew! i thought you were self nominating there for a minute....[] that guy almost totally destroyed his home....$2700 down the drain.

sorry it's old,.....it's still very kewl.....

it's poontang

Tired of loud car stereos at stop lights? No, not really.

outstanding wuzzer. can't go wrong!

first, welcome to the forums. second, i second your post [] same sad situation in my home town..

Wait. Get Klipschorns. Dave I would wait and spend my money after i moved also.

i'm sure the quake wasn't your fault...

If it weren't like that, you would just be room mates... that's true. when my wife complained that my khorns were too big, i had her stand next to one and said, "There...now it doesn't look so big." And then the real fight began....[]

eat ramen noodles and peanut butter and jelly sandwitches for a couple weeks and keep them both!!!!!!!

It was great meeting and talking to you guys this past weekend. Picky, thanks for the thread, excellent! Yeah, that's me and the wife, gonna have to cut down on the pasta.. A/B'ing the P-39's and the Khorns was quite a treat! And the Jubes were simply outstanding!

Happy Birthday Bruce!!!!

A man was driving one night in the middle of nowhere and his car broke down. He got out and began to walk for help. After awhile, he came to a small stone monastery. He knocked on the door and roused the monks. "My car has broken down, can I use your phone?" He asked. The monks said they were sorry, but they did not have a phone. "If you stay tonight, you can get a ride into town tomorrow," they said. So the man stayed the night, and they put him in a small room in the monastery. In the middle of the night, the man was awakened suddenly by a noise. Not just any noise, but the most beautiful, wonderful, sound he had ever heard. It wasn't music really but it was the most heavenly thing he had ever heard. The next morning, he mentioned it to the the monks. "You're going to think I'm crazy but I'm sure I've heard the most wonderful sound on earth, here, last night". Yes yes of course said the monks, they were aware of the sound. "What was that sound?" he asked. "What made it? The head monk shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. "I can't tell you; you're not a monk." "You have to tell me what it is," he begged. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you, you're not a monk," said the monk. As he was getting ready to leave, he tried again. "Please tell me what made that sound," he said. But the monks wouldn't. "I'm sorry, you're not a monk" was all they said. The man left, and eventually got his car fixed and went back to his life. But he couldn't get the sound out of his mind. After a few months, he got in his car and drove and drove until he found the monastery again. He got out of his car and found the head monk. "I can't forget that beautiful sound from that night I was here. Please, please please tell me what made that sound." The head monk just shook his head. "I can't tell you; you're not a monk," he said. "Then tell me how I can become a monk," the man said. The head monk said "It's very difficult. Are you sure you want to do this?" The man said "I've got to. I have to know what made that sound." The head monk said, "To join us, you have to perform several tasks. Your first task is to count all of the stars visible in the sky." The man thought about how hard that would be, but he had to know what made that sound. He sat up every night for a year, counting the stars over and over until he was sure how many stars were visible in the sky. He went to the head monk and told him, and the monk nodded. "Very good. Your next task is to count all of the grains of sand on the beaches around the world." The man knew this would be very difficult, but he had to find the source of the exquisite sound. He crawled the length and breadth of every beach in the world, counting the grains of sand, and he returned to the monastery years later. The head monk listened to his answer and nodded. "Excellent. You are almost done. Your final task is to climb to the peak of the highest mountain in the world, and see yourself in relation to the rest of creation." And the man knew this also would be hard, but he outfitted himself, and he went to the highest mountain in the world, and he climbed to the top, and returned months later, older and wiser and more tired than years before when he had first heard the sound, the sound that would not leave his mind and that echoed in his every waking thought. He returned, and the head monk saw that he was wiser, and said "At last, you are a monk. Come with me." And they walked through the monastery, its twisting and turning halls, and as they went the man heard the sound, faintly at first and then louder and lounder and louder until finally, he stood in front of a door of gold and the head monk opened it up, and the man saw what had made the magnificent glorious sound. I'd tell you what it was but I can't because you're not a monk.

One day a Birch tree and a Beech tree were sitting in the forest as they always did side by side. Mr.Birch looked down and noticed a small tree in between him and Mr. Beech. So he asked Mr. Beech if the tree was a son of a birch or the son of a beech. Mr. Beech said, "I do not know if that is a son of a birch or a son of a beech. Just then a woodpecker landed on the small tree in between them." So Mr. Beech asked the woodpecker, "Is the tree you're on a son of a birch or a son of a beech?" The woodpecker replied, "Neither, it's the finest piece of ash I've ever stuck my pecker in!"

A rope walks into a bar and says to the bartender, give me a beer. Bartender says, sorry we don't serve beer to ropes. So the rope goes outside, curls itself up and messed up his ends and walks back into the bar and says give me a beer. I already told you, you can't have a beer, you're a rope. Nope, I'm afraid not! <groan>

it varies [] crank 'em up!