I'm gonna copyright the sound of breathing...

One of my favorite tab sites, Olga.net, has been down for a while, I assumed lawsuit. So yesterday I went to check to see if it was back up and running and lo and behold - details of the "Take Down order by a law firm on behalf of the Music Publishers Association. So now not only is it "illegal" to download MP3's from the internet without artist permission (aka compensation) but they are trying to stop the downloading of "tab" or "tablature" without the permission of the artist (aka the publisher who has an arrangement with the artist). Tab is a way of writing out how to play a song without having to know or be able to read music.

Here are a couple of quotes from the MPA site:

• We are doing this to protect the interests of the creators and publishers of music so that, the profession of songwriting remains viable and that new and exciting music will be continued to be created and enjoyed for generations to come.

I had no idea that a music student who tabs out a song (for free) and allows me to use it (for free) was having such an impact on the creation of new and exciting music althought it does provide a good explanation for the crappy music that is all over MTV, etc.

• Virtually all of the songs on the tab and other music web sites are protected by copyright. Thus, any player, whether an amateur or a top professional, needs the permission of the copyright owner of a song to make an arrangement or a tab version of that song and to post it on the Internet. Otherwise, the arranger and the web site are infringing that copyright.

They even state that even if the tab is wrong it is an "interpretation" of the song and thus subject to copyright protection. It is just a matter of time before guitar instuctors will not be able to teach their students songs that they have not "paid for the privledge" to teach. Just because a guitar player figures out a song does not give them the authority to teach it without the artists consent....

In other life events, I am dubbing The Wrider the "Patron Saint of Lost Causes". She has been, with good intentions, trying to get me into Country Music. I think that explains her new moniker entirely. I will say I am down with the "Delta Dawn" by Tanya Tucker though....

Finally - SONG OF THE DAY!

Love is like Oxygen by ELO:

Love is Like Oxygen:
You get too much, you get too high,
Not enough and you're gonna die.
Love gets you high.

Love is Like Oxygen: (Love is Like Oxygen)
You get too much, you get too high, (Love is like oxygen; Too high)
Not enough and you're gonna die. (Love is like oxygen; Gonna die)
Love gets you high.

Time on my side.
I got it all.
I heard that pride
Always comes before a fall.

There's a rumor goin' around the town.
That you don't want me around.
I can't shake off my city blues.
Everywhere I turn, I lose...

Love is Like Oxygen: (Love is Like Oxygen)
You get too much, you get too high, (Love is like oxygen; Too high)
Not enough and you're gonna die. (Love is like oxygen; Gonna die)
Love gets you high.

Love is Like Oxygen: (Love is Like Oxygen)
You get too much, you get too high, (Love is like oxygen; Too high)
Not enough and you're gonna die. (Love is like oxygen; Gonna die)
Love gets you high.

Time is no healer.
If you're not there.
Holy fever.
Set words in the air.

Some things are better left unsaid.
I'm gonna spend my days in bed.
I walk the streets at night,
To be hidden by the city li-ight. City li-ight.

Love is Like Oxygen: (Love is Like Oxygen)
You get too much, you get too high, (Love is like oxygen; Too high)
Not enough and you're gonna die. (Love is like oxygen; Gonna die)
Love gets you high.

Love is Like Oxygen: (Love is like oxygen)
You get too much, you get too high, (Love is like oxygen; Too high)
Not enough and you're gonna die. (Love is like oxygen; Gonna die)
Love gets you high.

My Superbowl and I Can Do It Too!!!

What is my Superbowl you ask:? AMA MOTOCROSS NATIONAL @ Glen Helen. Sept 9-10.
I love going to the supercross races at Anaheim but there is nothing like an outdoor National race to me. It is hot, very dirty, a great smell of race gas and you can get within about 5 feet of the track. Stand in the right place and you can get showered with dirt and rocks when they go by (it really is fun). If you have ever ridden a dirt bike, to see how fast they come down a massive hill with ruts and bumps that is so steep we have to grab onto the fence to climb up it is amazing. You can appreciate the balls involved.

I can't wait. I am taking my 10 year old daughter on Saturday - practice day which is far less crowded. She loves Ricky Charmichael and since he will be semi-retiring this may be her last time seeing him (she saw him last year at Glen Helen practice and the Anaheim Supercross this year). I am totally happy that I have a daughter who likes to go since I have no sons. She wants to go on race day but there will be about 20,000 people and no shade (if you have been to the Glen Helen amphitheatre you can consider that shady compared to the area around the track) and she does not do well in the heat. A couple more years and I think she will be good to go.

Also, in order to show the diversity of tastes amongst us bloggers - I to am going to post a song or songs of the day. (but not everyday)

Now this will only come from songs I hear on the radio while driving to and from work so we may have a limited selection but that should make it exciting as they will probably not be that often.

Train in Vain (Stand by Me) - The Clash

They say you stand
By your man
Tell me something
I don't understand
You said you loved me
And that's a fact
And then you left me
Said you felt trapped

Well,somethings you can explain away
But the heartache's with me till this day

Did you stand by me
No,not at all
Did you stand by me
No way

All the times
That we were closed
I remember
These things the most
I've seen all our dreams
Come tumblin' down
I can't stay happy
Without you around

So alone I keep the wolves a bay
And there's only one thing I can say

You must explain
Why this must be
Did you lie
When you spoke to me

Did you stand by me
No,not at all

Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay
But without all these things I can do
But without your love I won't make it through
Without you love I won't make it through

But you don't understand my point of view
I suppose there's nothing I can do

Stand by me,no way
Stand by me,not at all
Stand by me,no way
Stand by me,not at all
Stand by me,no way

Sweet Dreams - Marilyn Manson version (not the gays u-ryth-miks version)

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused!

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you

Movin' on
Hold your head up
Movin' on
Keep your head up

Movin' on!

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I'm gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside
Gonna use you and abuse you
I'm gonna know what's inside you

Hope this gets my fellow bloggers through.

Time to be 5 Again

Funny Book Titles:

This came up yesterday while chillin with some neighbors and again today at lunch and I thought "Good Times" "Need to Share with Others".

I know there are more but here is what I remember:

• Sliding Down the Poll by Dick Burns
• Yellow River by I.P. Freely
• Under the Bleachers by Seymour Butts
• Yellow Snow by Willie Eatit and Betty Wont (late addition)
  

Sliding into Home:

Again, I know there are more but here is what I remember:

• When your sliding into home and your pants begin to foam it's Diarrhea
  
• When your sliding into first and your pants begin to burst it's Diarrhea

Now I am unsure of third and no clue for second so help a brotha out here!

Finally, I found an old list that I thought was funny so I will bring it to you in sections of 10.

The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overloard:

1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear Plexiglass visors, not face concealing ones
2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through
3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously in a forgotten cell in my dungeon
4. Shooting is not to good for my enemies
5. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness
6. I will not gloat over my enemies predicament before killing them
7. When I've captured my adversary and he says "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about? I'll say "No" and shoot him. No, on second thought, I'll shoot him then say "No"
8. After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out
9. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button marked "DANGER: "Do not Push". The big red button marked "Do not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not be clearly labeled as such
10. I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum, a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well

There ya go - give me some help on the first two.

Posting for Posting's Sake

Well back to the shallow blogs now that the others are relating deep and interesting real life stories - damn my real life is boring. Maybe that is why I make up some good shit and drink a lot of beer.

ESPN:

I can't watch it anymore. I am so sick of how they make every little story this deep, meaningful, life changing event. They aren't. Now-a-days, if an athlete cuts a toe nail wrong we will get a 2 minute montage with a nice narration of how they overcame such great odds to return to form.

Personally, I think it's alot harder to come back to a regular office job and do the work then a sport - they like their jobs. As for the sports reporters, enough with the f'in suits.. You get into sports so you dont have to wear one. Your sports reporters, a suit does not make you a more serious reporter and it does not make the subject more serious. It's Sports.

Dumb, Dumb Man:

Yahoo has a story about a man with two - that's right - two fully functioning peni (plural biaytch) and he wants one removed!!! WHAAAAAA??? Double the pleasure Double the Fun. Now this is a story worthy of a sappy ESPN piece - a man with natural talent that is gonna go to waste.

Stupidty:

So we got a new employee handbook today and in the e-maila are the handbook, etc. We are supposed to go on-line and note that we have received the handbook. One of the attachments is a .PDF of how to login to do this. In the e-mail, they tell users to "print" the .PDF out and follow instructions. PRINT??? WHY??? Before you can print it you have to open it with Adobe Reader...get it "READER".. uuugghhhh!!!! YEAH HR!!!

Other:

Thanks to "Assman" for turning me on (see what I did there) to the band Placebo. I am really into it.

So no deep thoughts or moving personal stories. I can say I and a few others have started to plot and plan the blog for those us who are "good looking challenged" as one could say. Stay Tuned.

The Answers to all your Questions

A few items to throw around today.

First, it is my oldest Daughters 10th Birthday today - Happy B-day to her and crap I can't believe I have a kid in the double digits..... but she is a fantastic kid and I am very thankful for her.

Second, a random thought: I was looking at some crap in my desk that I forgot was there and I saw that I had a little bandage pack and one of the items was labeled "sterile adhesive pad" and it occurred to me that there exists some absolutely complete moron(s) out there who think by sticking this on their "taint/gooch" that it will make them sterile thus eliminating the "that's my baby's momma" or "that's my baby's daddy" syndrome. I guess we can only applaud the effort.

Finally since I only got a few comments to my last post and I am tired of waiting for more, I will give you the "answer" to the question posed:

Besides fingerprints (DNA, genetic material) what makes a person unique?
The "answer" is:

The people you love and the people who love you

Freakin Deep aint it!!!!! The Birdman's got some depth to his soul!!

Think About It.... Live It.... The Torment Continues.......

More Deep Thoughts by the Birdman

With my new found "deepness" that actually makes me slightly human, I thought I would pose a new "deep" question to the masses:

Besides finger prints (DNA, etc., nothing genetic) what makes a person unique?

There is a great answer for this and it is very deep but I would like to hear yours before I reveal the magic answer.

I am also linking to two new bloggers: "Not the Doctor" and "Angle of Attack". Not the Doctor has generated a rousing rush of comments from some anonymous weirdo's already (I am totally jealous) thus making it a must read and Angle of Attack will be thrilling us with tales of aircraft tomfoolery.

I hope to return to my usual not so deep self shortly.

Deep Thoughts by the Birdman

Found these two items on another blog and since IT is where most of us in this crazy blog circle are the first one can have some impact:

4 Lines for an IT Guy:

He loved one
Married another
One became the wife
Another became the password

I just like this one:


Difference between Confidence and Over Confidence:

Your boyfriend/girlfriend loves you
Is your confidence
Your boyfriend/girlfriend loves ONLY you
Is your overconfidence

Now get out there, smoke a good bowl of your favorite devil weed and think about it... Live it.

A Tale of Two Stories

First off, I swear I am not a pervert - well not the kind you will think about when you read the two stories I am posting about. They both just happened to catch my fancy (it's very easy to catch yet no one seems to want to. Even the wifey - have to chase her....) I digress - excuse me. These two items caught my attention, they are not related and now I am bringing them to you.

Story 1:

On the cover of Babytalk magazine is a picture of a baby breastfeeding. It's from the side - no nipple (little sucker (see what I did there) has it all to himself) and people who read it call the photo offensive and disgusting. WTF!! So the action which is designed by nature and totally normal is offensive and disgusting??? So every woman that breastfeeds is doing something offensive and disgusting?? So what many of these women probably do and have done is offensive and disgusting?? PEOPLE.... NO ONE IS TAKING A CRAP!!!

Story 2:

Those feisty British have done it again. They are holding an event in conjunction with an AIDS/HIV organization that just gets a rise out of me. A MASTURBATE-A-THON. Just imagine.. show up - butter your corn.. wait a little - chat - eat some food - a little hand to gland combat - wait a little - chat some more - gnosh a little - rough up the suspect - wait a little - be smooth with the ladies - pound 5 bottles of Gatorade - give a few lashes to the ole John Thomas, etc... You get the idea. So this Labor Day - we should all get together, hit the festival in the Orange Circle - eat, chat, drink a lot of black and tans from the Irish section (always the best section) then back to my place for a rousing round of Making the Bald Guy Puke for the men and Auditioning the Finger Puppets for the ladies.

WHO'S WITH ME!!!!

So I was F@#k'in around this afternoon....

It must be the heat after a long day of mowing the lawn and going to the dentist.. or is the dentist who made me change my template cause I HATE THE FREAKIN DENTIST!! Not just the one I am going to, all dentists. Nothing good has ever come out of a Birdman's visit to the dentist - just pain, dental issues and money. Since brushing and Listerine-ing, etc., seem to make no difference to the outcome of my dental visits I am thinking of a good coat of lacquer, varnish or maybe a wood sealer. Hell if it can keep wood from rotting for years in all weather it should do wonders for my teeth.

Anyways, so now I have to work on my blog template again - so it will be changing over the next week or so when time permits.

I was also cruising through new videos and found a kick ass new song called Wire Tape Out by Flee the Scene. I'm lovin the song - gonna have to hit Best Buy - check it out.


Have a great weekend and all dentists must go to hell - go to hell and die!!

I'm Skirrrred!!! of your Mom and other Stuff

It seems "Your Mom" is now bloggin and from what I can determine, "workin it". I don't think I even want to know what that means. Your Mom has some serious anger issues and likes to kick us warm, caring gentlefellow in the Jean Claude Van Dammits when the chance (chance is defined as whenever Your Mom feels like it) arises.

Read at your own risk. Your mom can kick you in Jean Claude Van Dammits via blog comment - she has the technology.

"That Gay" is back in town. His reverse Green Acres experiment didn't go so well. Cool to have him back. There better be a hell of a lot of beer at the proposed "BBQ" once things get settled. I'm gonna pee my name on your wall. Kids will love it - hours of enjoyment.

Here is hoping "The Greatest American Zero" is no longer singing falsetto after a tragic drumming incident. The mans got balls is all I can say. I'm bettin he can sack it up... To much bloggin about nads... (TOTALLY GAY!!!) Time to sign off.