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John Rhys-Davies
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John Rhys-Davies (born May 5, 1944 in Ammanford, Carmarthenshire, Wales) is a British actor. Born to Phyllis and Rhys Davies, a local mechanical engineer from the area, he was raised in Africa until he was sent to Truro School in Cornwall. The actor first gained widespread popularity for his performance as Portuguese captain Rodrigues in the 1980 miniseries, Shogun. Although he has dozens of films to his credit, Rhys-Davies is probably best known for his characters in two blockbuster film series: Sallah in the Indiana Jones films and the dwarf Gimli in the Lord of the Rings films (in which he also voiced Treebeard). He also had a lead role in the television series Sliders as Professor Maximillian Arturo from 1995 to 1997.

He was raised in England, Africa and Wales, and studied at RADA and the University of East Anglia. He has appeared in numerous television shows and TV miniseries, and has lent his distinctive deep, gruff voice to numerous video games and animated TV shows, including Gargoyles, as the character MacBeth. He appears in the full motion video cut scenes of computer games including Dune 2000 and the Wing Commander series. He also made several appearances on Star Trek: Voyager as a holodeck version of Leonardo da Vinci. In 2004 he was the unknowing subject of an elaborate internet prank that spread false rumors in several mainstream media sources that he was scheduled to play the role of General Grievous in Star Wars Episode III. [1]

Rhys-Davies is a member of the UK Conservative Party. As a university student in the '60s, he was a radical leftist, but he started to change his views around when he went to heckle a young local member of parliament, Margaret Thatcher. Rhys-Davies says that "she shot down the first two hecklers in such brilliant fashion that I decided I ought for once to shut up and listen." He is also a supporter of The Planetary Society.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Rhys-Davies

An Irishman, a Mexican, and a Blonde Guy were doing construction

work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building. They were

eating lunch and Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage! If I get

corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I'm going to jump

off this building."

The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burritos again!

If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too."

The blond opened his lunch and said, bologna again! If I get a

bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too."

The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef

and cabbage, and jumped to his death.

The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.

The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his

death as well.

At the funeral, the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, "If I'd

known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never

would have given it to him again!"

The Mexican's wife also wept and said, "I could have given him

tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much."

Everyone turned and stared at the blonde guy's wife.

The blonde's wife said, "Don't look at me. He makes his own lunch."

Aha! I did slip in Freud, hawkman. Thanks once again for the celeb info.

Need to review your info more thoroughly before I comment, but your ethnic joke was delightful. You know that blondes are now a miniority group, right?

Here's a little ditty about Freud:


by Tom Lehrer on an album entitled "An evening wasted with Tom Lehrer." (1960's). The name of the song is "Oedipus Rex." it goes:
There once was a man named Oedipus REx,
You might have heard about his odd complex,
His name appears in Freud's index,
Because he LOVED his mother.


His rivals used to say quite a bit,
That, as a monarch he was most unfit,
But still in all, they had to admit,
That he LOVED his mother.


Yes he loved his mother
Like no other
His daughter was his sister
And his son was his brother;


One thing on which you can depend is . . .
He sure knew who a boy's best friend is . . .


When he found out what he had done,
He tore his eyes out, one by one,
A tragic end to a loyal son
Who LOVED his mother.


So be nice and kind to mother,
Now and then have a chat;
Give her candy or some flowers or a brand new hat;
But maybe you had better let it go at that --


Or you may find yourself listed in Freud's index --
And you may wind up like old Oedipus--
I'd rather marry a duck-billed ploedipus--
And wind up like old Oedipus Rex.

And, Mother's Day is approaching.

Good advice.

Van Morrison - A Town Called Paradise

Copycats ripped off my words
Copycats ripped off my songs
Copycats ripped off my melody
It doesn't matter what they say
It doesn't matter what they do
All that matters is my relationship to you

Gonna take you out
Get you in my car
We're going for a long long drive
We're going down to A Town Called Paradise
Down where we can be free
We're gonna drink that wine
We're gonna jump for joy
In a town called Paradise

We're going up the mountainside
Child you can look for miles
And see the vision on the west
We're gonna swing round
And look from north to south
Swing round from east to west
And go round in a circle too
And we're gonna start dancing
Like we've never done before
I'm gonna take you in my arms
I'm gonna squeeze you tight
Everything will be alright
We're gonna get that squealin' feelin'
Gonna take you down to a town called Paradise,
Down where we can be free
It doesn't matter what they say
It doesn't matter what they do
All that matters is my relationship to you
By the river we will linger
As we drive down to be free
We're gonna ride all night long
All along the ancient highway
Gonna be there for the mornin' comes

Hey, Try. Seems that Van may have ripped off a few himself. Ah, I like that song though, buddy:

Hmmm. Who else did this one?



You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you girl,
We couldn't get much higher

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

The time to hesitate is through
There's no time to wallow in the mire
If I was to say to you
That our love becomes a funeral pyre

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Light my fire
Light my fire yeah yeah

The time to hesitate is through
There's no time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby light my fire
Come on baby light, light my fire
Light my fire, light my fire, light my fire,

Light, light, light, light, light, girl, girl, girl

All you've got to do is light my fire
Light my fire girl, yeah, yeah

Tell us please, the best way to keep a peace lily from dying and how to protect one's maiden hair fern from over eager golfers.


well letty ---------


the Peace Lily was a favorite of Ghandi. He would hold it up & show it to the crowd & if the crowd was of the malevelant type their guns & knives would melt, as if they were candles being assailed by flame throwers. So you might ask why was GHandi shot by this other bloke. Why didn't Ghandi use the all protecting Peace Lily.
Well, it was the end of the growing season & the only Peace Lily that Ghandi had was, in all honesty, knackered. He stood it overnight in an old marmalade jar. Unfortunately he forgot to take it indoors & due to a cold wind blowing down from the Himalayas the flower got a nasty touch of frost bite & hence it didn't have the strength too ward off the assailants bullet.
So keep it in a nice hot oven, not your freezer. Word of warning, dont try and be clever and give it a quicky in the michrowave with a 5 minute blast of nuclear energy. Your Peace Lily will never survive & never forgive you..............
Remember the old incantation, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. 1st the lily followed by you.

Now how to protect one's maiden hair fern from over eager golfers.
You don't mean Angels Hair Pasta ? cos that's a very romantic story. OK then, here goes.
Let's face it, by & large golfers are so far up their own arseholes that they have little knowledge of anything beyond or outside the 18 holes that make up a golf course. Airline schedules maybe they uderstands them, but even intelligent grownups have problems here. Airlines can give anyone a severe rectal pain. They have to know about 24 hour clocks, different time zones, baggage tarrifs, in flight meal arrangements & Harry the chief steward's bra size which he tells us confidently is a very comfortable 34D. Harry's best friend Steve has a 40C. Both wear Janet Reger. Now we digressed a little bit here. Golfers have a favorite color & they all like
GREEN. It is the #1 color & Green Jackets make their eyes roll more than any women or in flight steward could ever dream of.
Now your maiden hair firn is also GREEN. The thing to do is to grow your crop of maidens firn in large numbers & then you get nice thick bush. & thent get your gardening expert to cut, shape & remodel your maidens hair firn bush in the shape of a famous golfer who is wearing a GREEN JACKET & don't forget to get a real nice photo of your favorite golfer to go on your firn & thus impressing all passing golfers who will then treat your firn with due reverance. Nearly as much reverence as the movie --
"Tin Cup" with Robin Hood playing the part of Kevin kostmore

hope all this helps

Oh, yes, John. That helped a lot. I will most certainly print out all your instructions and keep them near the microwave.

Don't forget the tiger, now.



Unfortunately, his father died.

Speaking of warmth, folks. Here's an unusual song:

Lycia
» Desert

I reflect everything, I percieve it all
I surmise just everything, I desire nothing
I need to back to the desert
so I can feel new again
I need to go back to the desert
so I can feel fresh again
don't care about anything
don't care about everything, anything
don't care about anything
except for the desert
and then I climb from this world
and head straight out to the desert
and stand under her brilliant blue
I am cleansed, cleansed by the desert
then isolation builds
and I want to escape from this desert
then desolation burns
and I just want to sin again
HATE, LOVE, HOPE, GREED
LUST, FATE, LOSS, NEED
GRIEF, TRUST, TRUTH, LIES
PAIN, WANT, DAYS, TIME
fades away

Well, it's been a long week, so I'll be logging off now. But first, I'll leave you with this, another oldie but goddie from Mr. Frank Sinatra.

Frank Sinatra
"The Last Dance"

It's the last dance, we've come to the last dance
They're dimming the lights down, they're hoping we'll go
It's obvious they're aware of us, the pair of us
Alone on the floor
Still I want to hold you like this forever and more

It the last song, they're playing the last song
The orchestra's yawning, they're sleepy I know
They're wondering just when will we leave, but till we leave
Keep holding me tight
Through the last dance, each beat of the last dance
And save me the first dance in your dreams tonight


Until tomorrow, then. Goodnight all.

Goodnight ,dear Arthur. I am so pleased that you have joined us on our little radio. For you from the round table:

Robert Goulet Lyrics
Song: If Ever I Would Leave You Lyrics

If ever I would leave you
It wouldn't be in summer.
Seeing you in summer I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sun-light,
Your lips red as flame,
Your face witha lustre
that puts gold to shame!

But if I'd ever leave you,
It couldn't be in autumn.
How I'd leave in autumn I never will know.
I've seen how you sparkle
When fall nips the air.
I know you in autumn
And I must be there.

And could I leave you
running merrily through the snow?
Or on a wintry evening
when you catch the fire's glow?

If ever I would leave you,
How could it be in spring-time?
Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so?
Oh, no! not in spring-time!
Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!

and that shall be my goodnight song as well, my friends.

From Letty with love

Daffy Duck Flies South

My name is Daffy Duck, people say I'm loony
I'm like an old piano, a little out of tuney!
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo-Hoo-Hoo!
I'm daffy as can be!

Oh, I am Daffy Duck, I am flying south
I make the craziest noises whenever I open my mouth
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo-Hoo-Hoo!
I am flying south!

I'm a daffy, a crazy, duck!
(end theme music starts to play, but is interrupeted by Daffy's woo-hooing halfway through)


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Daffy Duck's Rhapsody

Greetings! My name is a-Daffy
There's no other duck like me
Because I'm so daffy
And the reason I'm daffy
And so gosh-derned riff-raffy
And so screwy and laffy
Is be-cause those hunters won't leave me a-lone.

Oh, why don't they hunt some other animal for a change?
So, that I won't have to end up on a kitchen range.
Buuuut no, duck hunting's all the rage, and they won't let me be
And I'm so full of bullets, I'm lit up like a Christmas tree.

There's so much I'd like to do if I just had the chance.
I'd like to play and romp and even sing and do a dance.

I would read the latest book
Go swimming in the babbling brook
I'd like to fly the seven seas
Play hide and seek among the trees.
I'd play hop scotch and double dutch
And this and that and things and such.
I know that isn't asking much
But all these things I dasn't touch.

It's bang! bang! here, and bang! bang! there
Bullets flying everywhere
I can't stand it any longer
I get weak and they get stronger.

Hunters to the right of me,
Hunters to the left I see.
Over hill and over dale
Bullets whizzing past my tail

There's no rest and there's no peace.
Won't this shooting ever cease?
Morning, noon, and through night.
That's why I look such a-fright.

BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'm only sixteen yards ahead
BANG! BANG! BANG!
They're shooting straight at me

HOO! HOO! HOO!
They won't let up until I'm dead
HOO! HOO! HOO!
Why can't they let me be?

Why don't they hunt big wild moose
Or chase a ranger on the loose
Yes, possums, chipmunks, caribou
Or rabbit for a rabbit stew
Rats and squirrels, porcupines
Monkeys swinging on the vine
Leopards with or without spots
Wild cats with or without dots
Elephant, badgers, kangaroos
Lions, tigers, cows that moo
Wolf and mice and praire ox
red and grey and silver fox

DAFFY! They drive me daffy!
Those hunters with those great big guns
They're all-a uncles, cousins, fathers, sons
Crazy! They got me hazy
With all that rootin'-flootin'-hootin'-tootin'-high-galootin' noisy shootin'
Closer! They're gettin' closer
With shot-guns, pistols, bows and arrows, riffles, knives, and other deadly triffles
Scram now! While I'm still able
You're nothing to think that I'm gonna end up on somebody's dinner table

Sooooo, Good-bye!
So long now!
woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo, woo-hoo...

Disco Duck -- Rick Dees & His Cast of Idiots


[DD - Donald Duck voice]
[BS - background singers]
[EP - Elvis voice]

Went to a party the other night
All the ladies were treating me right
Moving my feet to the disco beat
How in the world could I keep my seat

All of a sudden I began to change
I was on the dance floor acting strange
Flapping my arms I began to cluck
Look at me..
I'm the disco duck

[DD:] Ah, get down, mama
I've got to have me a woman, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[DD:] Got to have me a woman
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[DD:] Oh, get down, mama
[BS:] Try your luck, don't be a cluck, disco
[DD:] Disco
[BS:] Disco
[DD:] Disco
[BS:] Disco
[DD+BS] Disco
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[DD:] All right
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[DD:] Ah, get down mama,
Oh mama, shake your tail feather, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

When the music stopped I returned to my seat
But there's no stoppin' a duck and his beat
So I got back up to try my luck
Why look

[DD:] Everybody's doin' the
[DD+BS] Disco, disco duck
[DD+BS] Disco, disco duck
[BS:] Try your luck
[DD:] Wave to me
[BS:] Don't be a cluck
[DD:] Disco
[BS:] Disco
[DD:] Disco
[BS:] Disco
[DD+BS] Disco
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[DD:] My, oh my
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[DD:] Ah, get down mama, ha, ha, ha, ha
[BS:] Try your luck, don't be a cluck
[DD:] Disco
[BS:] Disco
[DD:] Disco
[BS:] Disco
[DD+BS] Disco
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[BS:] Disco
[BS:] Disco, disco duck
[BS:] Try your luck, don't be a cluck
[EP:] Thank you duck
[BS:] Disco
[EP:] For gettin' down
[BS:] Disco disco disco
[EP:] Thank you so very much
[BS:] Disco duck
[DD:] You're welcome
[BS:] Disco Disco Duck
[BS:] Try your luck, don't be a cluck
Disco, disco, disco

The producers are allowing me to play one song that I really like for you this early morning... A little spice for anyone in this time zone still up! And of course to the rest of you out there listening.

Cold Play - Rush of blood to the head -


He said I'm gonna buy this place and burn it down
I'm gonna put it six feet underground
He said "I'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall
Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls

Oh I'm gonna buy this place and start a fire
Stand here until I fill all your heart's desires
Because I'm gonna buy this place and see it burn
Do back the things it did to you in return

He said I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
Oh and I'm gonna buy this place that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head

Honey
All the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace.
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on

He said "I'm gonna buy this place and see it go
Stand here beside my baby, watch the orange glow
Some will laugh and some just sit and cry
But you just sit down there and you wonder why

So I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for
And I'm gonna buy this place that's what I said
Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
Oh to the head

Honey
All the movements you're starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace.
And they call as they beckon you on
They said start as you mean to go on
As you mean to go on, as you mean to go on

So meet me by the bridge,
Oh meet me by the lane
When am I going to see
That pretty face again

Meet me on the road
Meet me where I said
Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head

--
night all!

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Last evening it seems that we had a whole lot of quackin' going on. Thanks to edgar and Tico for the fun reminders.

Well, my word. It's great to see Hamal with us here in our studio. Welcome, and I hope you will stick around. Thanks for the rush of blood to the head, buddy. We need that on Sunday. <smile>

Well, folks, it seems that many of our folks have made it to Chicago. Our Mister Turtle for one, and Walter. Now all we need is to hear from the others and all will be well.

Back in a few, after coffee.

Good morning all.

Anxiously awaiting pictures from Chicago.

And here are a few pics for today's WA2K B.D. entertainment picture gallery:

Start your day with a hot cup of joe, A2K.

The Coffee Song

Writer(s): Lyrics: Bob Hilliard/Music: Dick Miles

Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they've got to find those extra cups to fill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can't get cherry soda
'Cause they've got to fill that quota
And the way things are I'll bet they never will
They've got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

No tea or tomato juice
You'll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say no no no

The politician's daughter
Was accused of drinking water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You date a girl and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil

And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives 'em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil

So your lead to the local color
Serving coffee with a cruller
Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill
They've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

Well, folks, there's our Raggedy with great pictures. Yes, PA, we're all awaiting those lurid pictures from our friends in Chicago.

Do I see Rudolph Valentino? Most of us recognize Orson, I think, the rosebud of New York Times.<smile>

Hmmm. Let's see now. I do believe that may be George Clooney accepting some kind of award.

And there's our round table buddy. Hey Arthur. I love that song. Thanks, dear. I'm not certain where my coffee is from, but it works.

K D Lang - Angel With a Lariat

Angel, angel from the sky
Came right down to sit beside
This lonely achin' heart of mine
That now, folks, feels sublime
Now I'm a walkin', talkin'
And a spinnin'
I can't keep my face from grinnin'
Things are roarin', soarin'
Oh what a feelin'
And to think it's just beginnin'

Angel with a lariat
Carry me home sweet chariot
With you

Angel toss your rope around
Yank me up from the ground
Sound the trumpets, send a hue
Ascending angels through the blue

I feel emancipation
No, I don't worry
Set my bugaboos down to worry
There's no aggravation
There's no worry
For I have found a true love surely

Yeah
With you
Angel

Hey, Texas. I really like K.D. Lang as she did a lot of Johnny Mercer songs. Never heard that one, however.

Skylark is one of my all time favorites by K.D.

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me
Won't you tell me where my love can be
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed

Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring
Where my heart can go a-journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom-covered lane

And in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon

Oh skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there
Oh skylark
Won't you lead me there