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ISN'T IT A PITY
George Harrison

Isn't it a pity
Now, isn't it a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Some things take so long
But how do I explain
When not too many people
Can see we're all the same
And because of all their tears
Their eyes can't hope to see
The beauty that surrounds them
Isn't it a pity

Isn't it a pity
Isn't is a shame
How we break each other's hearts
And cause each other pain
How we take each other's love
Without thinking anymore
Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity

Forgetting to give back
Isn't it a pity
Forgetting to give back
Now, isn't it a pity

What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity
What a pity
What a pity, pity, pity

these next songs are dedicated to the rising price of gasoline

The Oil Song
Steve Forbert

"Oh the engine's gone dead," cried the men who work there
And she passed up the dock on the wide Delaware
Then the ship ran aground and the oil got away
And they penned that report, "The Big Spill" on that day

It was hundreds of thousands of gallons galore
Stretching thirty-two miles down the Delaware shore
There were geese in the marshes out looking for food
They got stuck where they stood in the oncoming crude

And it's oil, oil
Ah, drifting to the sea
Oil, oil
Don't buy it at the station, you can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline where the water used to be

In the well-charted waters of the Nantucket shoals
There's a ship run aground full of oil, we were told
In a week's worth of rough winter weather and waves
The boat started cracking and it could not be saved

It was seven-point-six million gallons this time
Consider the danger and think of the crime
As it poured out a slick stretching into the tide
Over hundred-miles and yes, it came deep, it came wide

And it's oil, oil
Oil pouring in the sea
Oil, oil
Oh, don't buy it at the station, you can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline where the water used to be

There's talk of some writing found in the ship's log
Saying one of the helmsmen's unfit for his job
And the ship's gyro compass was six degrees shy
Their charts were outdated but they, they tried to get by

And you know it's oil, oil
Yeah, pouring in the sea
Oil, oil
Don't buy it at the station, you can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline where the water used to be
Yeahhh

Now both of these ships, like a great many more
Got registered in through Liberian doors
Inspections are quick and regulations are few
Just sign on the line and go find you a crew, yes

One of these ships was the Olympic Games
The Argo Merchant was the other one's name
Well it's sad, but it's true, things got worse for the seas
'Cause I ain't even mentioned Amoco Cadiz

Amoco Cadiz, between England and France
The big super tanker out there taking it's chance
With its one-hundred-thousand black tons of the slime
Amoco Cadiz spilled the most of all time

Yes, ya' know it's oil, oil
Man, it's creepin' in the sea
Oil, oil
Oh, don't buy it at the station, you can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline where the water used to be

Now down in the Gulf east of Mexico Way
There's something gone wrong, so the papers all say
A Mexican oil well is leaking it's goo
They say it's the worse that things have ever come to

Yes it's gallons of sludge, sixty-million and more
It's cruising and oozing towards many a shore
Yes, things have got bad but they will probably get worse
If you can't drink the oil, oh, you might, you might die of thirst

Because it's oil, it's oil
And it's creeping in the sea
Oil, oil
Don't buy it at the station, you can have it now for free
Just come on down to the shoreline where the water used to be


A Gallon Of Gas
The Kinks

I've been waiting for years to buy a brand new cadillac
But now that I've got one I want to send it right back
I can't afford the gas to fill my luxury limousine
But even if I had the dough no one's got no gasoline

I went to my local dealer to see if he could set me straight
He said there's a little gas going but I'd have to wait
But he offered some red hot speed and some really high grade hash
But a gallon of gas can't be purchased anywhere for any amount of cash

I can score you some coke and some grade one grass
But I can't get a gallon of gas
I've got some downers some speed all the drugs that you need
But I can't get a gallon of gas
There's no more left to buy or sell
There's no more oil left in the well
A gallon of gas can't be purchased anywhere
For any amount of cash

two extra verses from long version:
I love your body-work, but you're really no use
How can I drive you when I got no juice?
Because it's stuck in neutral and my engine's got no speed
And the highways are deserted
and the air smells unnaturally clean.

It's got power-assisted overdrive and carpets on the floor,
but it's parked out front just like a dead dinosaur.
And I'll be paying off the bank for 45 years or more.
It should go 100 miles an hour,
but it's never moved away from my door.

Who needs a car and a seven-forty-seven
When you can't buy a gallon of gas
Who needs a highway, an airport or a jet
When you can't get a gallon of gas
There's no more left to buy or sell
There's no more oil left in the well
A gallon of gas can't be purchased anywhere
For any amount of cash
You can't buy a gallon of gas

Awakening from my slumber, I turn on A2K Radio and read that Letty cannot find the Beatles Lady Godiva lyrics anywhere. I do not find this too surprising though, and I am able to send you this, ready for the next Radio A2K SingalongaLetty Show.

The Beatles - Lady Madonna

Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.
Who finds the money? When you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase.
Sunday morning creep in like a nun.
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast.
Wonder how you manage to feed the rest.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, lying on the bed,
Listen to the music playing in your head.
Tuesday afternoon is never ending.
Wednesday morning papers didn't come.
Thursday night you stockings needed mending.
See how they run.
Lady Madonna, children at your feet.
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet.

Good morning WA2K radio.

Awake, but just barely, folks. What a wonderful array of songs and such from edgar and dj. Not to worry, gas and oil will stabilize.

Let's see now. We have Texas, Canada, and now Manchester signing in.

Ah, yes, McTag. Humming it as we speak. Thanks, buddy.

My word, stockings and runs. Guess I had better play this one now.




Everywhere she goes people turn their heads
She's a knockout
Everyone wishes she was sleeping in
their beds
She's a knockout
When guys see her comin' they start
spending their money
She's a knockout
But don't you know I'm the only one who can
call her honey
She's a knockout
She's a knockout, She's a knockout
She's exotic but not foreign, built like
an old Cadillac
She's a knockout
Once she's left your life she ain't never
comin' back
She's a knockout
With her black silk stockings and her high
heeled shoes
She's a knockout
Once she's left your life you'll surely sing the blues
She's a knockout
She's a knockout, She's a knockout
Some friends were tellin' me, just the other day
They walk right up to her, they don't know what to say
And when she calls me (hear a ring on the telephone)
I'll be there waiting for her, sitting at home
All alone
All alone
In the night clubs baby when the lights shine down
She's a knockout
If the feeling ain't right she don't even come around
She's a knockout
When she walks down the aisles you know her
Hips begin to sway
She's a knockout
Come on little baby I'll show you the way
She's a knockout...
She's a knockout, She's a knockout

Trying to remember the last time that I wore black silk stockings.

Something Else
Eddie Cochran

a look a-there, here she comes
there comes that girl again
wanted to date her since i don't know when
but she don't notice me when i pass
she goes with all the guys from outa my class
but that can't stop me from a-thinkin' to myself
she's sure fine lookin' man, she's something else

hey, look a-there, across the street
there's a car made just for me
to own that car would be a luxery
but my dollar can't afford the gas
a brand new convertible is outa my class
but that can't stop me from athinkin' to myself
that car's fine lookin' man, it's something else

hey, look ahere, just wait and see
worked hard and saved my dough
i'll buy that car that i been wanting so
get me that girl and we'll go ridin' around
we'll look real sharp with the flight top down
i keep right on a-dreamin' and a-thinkin' to myself
when it all comes true man, wow, that's something else

look a-there, what's all this
never thought i'd do this before
but here i am a-knockin' on her door
my car's out front and it's all mine
just a forty-one ford, not a fifty-nine
i got that girl an' i'm a-thinkin' to myself
she's sure fine lookin' man, wow, she's something else

Men and cars, folks. It's important to them and it's not just because they are a mode of transportation. dj, are you what you drive?<smile>

Here we go, listeners. The unhappy side of love that matches dj's song:

Artist: Billy Joe Royal Lyrics
Song: Down In The Boondocks Lyrics

Down in the boondocks
Down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause
That's the side of town I was born in
I love her she loves me but I don't fit in her society
Lord have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks

Ev'ry night I watch the lights from the house up on the hill
I love a little girl who lives up there and I guess I always will
But I don't dare knock on her door
'Cause her daddy is my boss man
So I have to try to be content
Just to see her when ever I can

Down in the boondocks
Down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause
That's the side of town I was born in
I love her she loves me but I don't fit in her society
Lord have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks

Down in the boondocks
Down in the boondocks

One fine day I'll find the way to move from this old shack
I'll hold my head up like a king and I never never will look back
Until that morning I'll work and slave
And I'll save ev'ry dime
But tonight she'll have to steal away
To see me one more time

Down in the boondocks
Down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause
That's the side of town I was born in
I love her she loves me but I don't fit in her society
Lord have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks
Lord have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks
Lord have mercy on the boy from down in the boondocks


Thought for Today: ``Even a liar tells a hundred truths to one lie; he has to, to make the lie good for anything.'' - Henry Ward Beecher, American clergyman (1813-1887).



05/01/05 20:00

In see the name of HWB, I recall this limerick:

There once was an eminent preacher,
Who said to a hen, "my dear creature"
The hen, just for that
Laid an egg in his hat
And thus did the Henry Ward Beecher.

Love it, folks!

and that should be:

In SEEING the name.

Good Day to all:

Born on May 2:

1660 Alessandro Scarlatti, composer (Italy; died 1725)
1729 Catherine II (Catherine the Great), empress of Russia (Prussian Pomerania; died 1796)
1860 Theodor Herzl, founder of modern Zionism (Budapest, Hungary; died 1904)
1895 Lorenz Hart, lyricist and collaborator with Richard Rodgers (New York, NY; died 1943)
1903 Benjamin Spock, physician/author/child-rearing expert and political activist (New Haven, CT; died 1998)
1904 Bing Crosby, singer/songwriter/actor (Tacoma, WA; died 1977)
1924 Theodore Bikel, actor/singer (Vienna, Austria)
1925 Roscoe Lee Brown, actor (Woodbury, NJ)
1945 Bianca Jagger, actress/activist and ex-wife of singer Mick Jagger (Managua, Nicaragua)
1946 Lesley Gore, singer (Tenafly, NJ)
David Suchet, actor (London, England)
1948 Larry Gatlin, country singer/songwriter (Seminole, TX)
1952 Christine Baranski, actress (Buffalo, NY)

Lorenz Hart wrote lyrics for over 100 songs. Here's a smattering:

Blue Moon; Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered; Isn't It Romantic; I Could Write a Book; It's Easy to Remember; Johnny One Note; The Lady Is a Tramp; Mountain Greenery, My Heart Stood Still; My Funny Valentine; Ten Cents a Dance; There's A Small Hotel;This Can't Be Love; Where or When.

And Bing Crosby, who will always be my favorite crooner.

He was the 20th century's first multi-media entertainer: a star on radio, in movies and in chart-topping recordings. He had 38 No. 1 singles, which surpassed even Elvis Presley and The Beatles.
One of his early inspirations was Louis Armstrong, who returned the admiration. Louis once described Bing's mellow voice as "like gold being poured out of a cup."

"White Christmas" became the bestselling single for more than 50 years until overtaken in 1997 by "Candle in the Wind", Elton John's tribute to the late Princess Diana.

During the Vietnam War, a secret code was to have been broadcast informing all US personnel that an immediate evacuation had been ordered. The code was the playing of Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" twice on the Armed Forces Vietnam Network (AFVN), followed by the announcement "The temperature in Hanoi is 105 and rising."

"One of Frank Sinatra's idol was Bing Crosby. After hearing Bing sing one night in 1935, he told his date Nancy Barbato (who one day would be his wife) that he just had to be a singer. Bing's voice would be his role model for tone and phrasing styles in his own singing later on."


I think Toora, Loora, Loora has been broadcast here on the station, so how about:

Far Away Places (a Maori Farewell Love song)

Far away places with strange-soundin' names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Are callin', callin' me

Goin' to China or maybe Siam
I want to see for myself
Those far away places I've been readin' about
In a book that I took from the shelf

I start gettin' restless whenever I hear
The whistle of a train
I pray for the day I can get underway
And look for those castles in Spain

They call me a dreamer, well maybe I am
But I know that I'm burnin' to see
Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Callin', callin' me

(I pray for the day when I'll find a way
Those far away places to see)

Those far away places with the strange-soundin' names
Callin', callin' me

and

I'll Be Seeing You:

I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through
In that small café, the park across the way
The children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well

I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the mornin' sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you

I'll find you in the mornin' sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you

And of course, Swingin' on a Star and Going My Way and all those songs with the Andrews Sisters, and, on and on and on.

and there's our Raggedy in the company of the crooner. Thanks again, my friend and friend of all those here on WA2K radio:

Guess which celeb this is folks:

Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
Judy left the same time
Why was he holding her hand
When he's supposed to be mine

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Playin' my records, keep dancin' all night
Leave me alone for a while
'Till Johnny's dancin' with me
I've got no reason to smile

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

[Lead Break]

Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
Like a queen with her king
Oh what a birthday surprise
Judy's wearin' his ring

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

We do suppose that eventually we will see the returning wanders from those far away places

Hmmm. Thinking of all the proms at the high school scene.

I think you want us to identify Leslie Gore?

Spot on, edgar. <smile>

Now for some foxy news about pigs:

Conservationists Kill Pigs to Save Fox

By GILLIAN FLACCUS

SANTA CRUZ ISLAND, Calif. (AP) - Norm Macdonald rises each morning with the sun, grabs his .223-caliber rifle and slips into the passenger seat of a tiny, doorless helicopter for another day of shooting pigs.

As the chopper skims over rugged terrain, Macdonald scans dozens of simple fence traps he's set up for the thousands of wild swine that have overrun this Southern California island.

When there are pigs in the traps - and there always are - Macdonald leans out and pumps two bullets into each animal: One for the heart and one for the head.

Each pig's death brings conservationists one step closer to their goal of saving the tiny Santa Cruz fox, an endangered species found only on this 96-square-mile island off Santa Barbara. Experts believe it's the best way to mend the island's delicate ecological web, which was torn when domesticated pigs escaped from now-abandoned ranches as early as the 1850s.


The killings have angered animal rights groups and forced the National Park Service and The Nature Conservancy, which co-own the island, to explain why groups dedicated to protecting animals are instead paying $5 million to kill them.


``It's not just about killing pigs, it's about saving a native species,'' says Lotus Vermeer, the conservancy's project director for Santa Cruz Island. ``What we're choosing to do here is save biodiversity.''


Macdonald and his eight-man hunting team from the New Zealand-based Prohunt Inc. have started fast - killing in the past two weeks more than 800 of the island's estimated 3,000 pigs. They expect the entire process to take more than two years, eventually incorporating trained dogs, infrared sensing devices and radio trackers.


More than 150 years of ecological chaos brought Macdonald here - and if biologists are right, the island's future depends on his success.


``I think it's going to take a couple of years at the end to make sure we got them all. The first 90 percent goes really quickly,'' Macdonald says.


In 1853, the first ranch pigs broke into the wild and, within a few years, their population swelled to hundreds. Voracious scavengers, the pigs dug into hillsides as they foraged for bulbs and grubs, and snuffed for acorns under majestic oaks, tearing up the roots.


That triggered erosion, destroyed Chumash Indian archaeological sites that are at least 8,000 years old and encouraged the growth of nonnative plants that choked out scrubby oaks and grasses. Fennel, an invasive species, now grows so prolifically that on a hot day the air carries the plant's licorice scent.


The National Park Service has in the past eradicated nonnative sheep, rats, rabbits and mules on other of the Channel Islands.


In the early 1990s, the fox began to disappear from Santa Cruz Island at an alarming rate.


Biologists concluded that golden eagles, attracted by the easy prey of piglets, had colonized the island - and also were feasting on fox. For years, the dominant and fish-eating bald eagles had kept the golden eagles away, but they were wiped out by DDT dumped off the coast beginning in 1947.


The fox population plummeted more than 90 percent, from more than 1,000 to fewer than 100 animals today. Last year, the federal government listed the fox as an endangered species.


The public park service and the private Nature Conservancy believe that only aggressive human intervention will save the fox.


Eradicating the pigs, their logic goes, will force golden eagles to search elsewhere for food, letting the fragile fox population rebound. To help that process along, biologists have relocated 29 golden eagles to the Sierra Nevada and also introduced 34 bald eagle chicks and bred 34 fox pups on the island.


Russell Galipeau, superintendent of the Channel Islands National Park, acknowledges that killing one species to save another puts his agency in an awkward position. The pig eradication, he says, fits his agency's mission of restoring the island to its natural state while saving native species and protecting archaeological sites.


Federal and state law prohibits relocating the pigs, which may have pseudorabies and cholera, to the mainland. Sterilization and contraception aren't practical because the plan would fail if biologists miss only a few pigs - the fast-breeding pigs can rebound from a 70 percent population reduction in just one year, according to Galipeau.


``I'm trying to protect the natural system - not what humans handed us, but what nature handed us,'' he says. ``Sometimes you have to do the same amount of disruption that damaged a place in order to restore it.''


Critics have argued that, after so long on the island, the pigs belong as much as the foxes.


One group, the Channel Islands Animal Protection Association, was formed in the mid-1990s after the National Park Service poisoned nonnative rats that were damaging vegetation on nearby on Anacapa Island.


In the current case, the association believes the golden eagles were attracted not by pigs but by the rotting carcasses of feral sheep from an earlier eradication program in the 1980s. They believe the golden eagles discovered the 4-pound foxes - not the pigs - and stayed.


``Not only was this story made up, but the pigs are now an established member of the ecosystem,'' says association spokeswoman Scarlet Newton. ``The public is being totally deceived.''


Vermeer says those claims are unfounded. ``We have an immediate need on Santa Cruz Island,'' he says. ``It's a small price to pay for preserving an island's unique ecosystem.''


quite a dilemna, folks

Here's a song line puzzle for today: identify this song and you can win a major prize!

"...So anytime you're gettin' low
'Stead of lettin' go ..."

Well, well, well, McTag. Getting a mental image...becoming clearer....AHA

Just what makes that little ole ant
Think he can move that rubber tree plant.
Everyone knows an ant can't
Move a rubber tree plant. (Am I gettin' close?)

'Cause he's got high hopes,
He's got high hopes,
He got high apple pie in the sky hopes
So anytime you feelin' blue
Here's the thing to do
Taka a tip from that ant,
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant.

That's all that I can remember, but do I still get half of a major prize?

Aw, you beat me to it, Letty!

Remember, that was the song my Mom taught me when I was about 5. We always sang it together. You remember...we talked about it before.

"So anytime you're gettin' low,
'Stead of lettin' go,
Just remember that ant....
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant!"

Takes me back to days we spent under big blue skies and a tall mimosa tree with pink blossoms.

From the bottom of my heart,

Thank you, McTag.

Eva, dear. Please forgive me for losing that memory. Doesn't happen often. I have so many tucked away.

Now let's see, shall we both try and trick McTag the tiger?

I'll go first:

".....no one to tell your trouble to...
I'm the one who loves you....."

Hang around, folks. We've only just begun to sing.

Tricks, losing memory, mental images. What on earth is going on here? Seems to me it's time for a reality check. Let's see how we do in a simple analysis test. No cheating, subjects.


> It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself
> from time to time. This
> > little test should get you started.
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> > During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor
> asked the Director which is
> > the criteria that defines a patient to be
> institutionalized.
> > "Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub,
> we offer a teaspoon, a
> > teacup, and a bucket to the patient and ask the
> patient to empty the
> > bathtub."
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> > Okay, here's your test:
> > (Those with an abnormal tendency will scroll to
> the bottom to get
> > the answer before taking the test.)
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> > 1. Would you use the spoon?
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> > 2. Would you use the teacup?
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> > 3. Would you use the bucket?
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> > "Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal
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> > the bucket as it is larger than the spoon."
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heh! Heh!. Well, Bob. I already knew that one, so I didn't play.

See, listeners? We have it all here on WA2K radio.

Sanity tests
Music to go insane by
Animal planets
Song games
Memory tests
News items
Poetry

We even steal stuff and cheat occasionally.

Stole this one from Mathos' thread:

"If you take whatever there is to the song away - the beat, the melody - I could still recite it."
Bob Dylan 1965

"It's the sound and the words. Words don't interfere with it. They punctuate it."
Bob Dylan 1977

"I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet."
Bob Dylan 1978

Also stole this one:

I peeked in to say goodnight
And I heard my child in prayer
"And for me some scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for my hair"
All the stores were closed and shuttered
All the streets were dark and bare
In our town, no scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
Thru the night my heart was aching
Just before the dawn was breaking
I peeped in and on her pillow
On her pillow lying there
Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair
If I live to be a hundred
I will never know from where
Came those ribbons, scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

TURN AROUND
(Perkins)
CARL PERKINS

When you're all alone and blue
And the world looks down on you
Turn around, I'll be following you
When you feel that love is gone
And you realize you're wrong
Turn around, I'll be following you
Turn around, I'll be waiting behind you
With a love that's real and never, ever dies
If you feel your love will last
And you like to live your past
Turn around, I'll be following you

Maybe God will make you see
That your love is still for me
Turn around, I'll be following you
When you're in my arms again
There will never be an end
Turn around, I'll be following you
Turn around, I'll be waiting behind you
With a love that's pure and never, ever dies
If you feel your love will last
And you like to live your past
Turn around, I'll be following you

NEW YORK - TV Land is paying tribute to "Everybody Loves Raymond" by airing programming so annoying during the sitcom's CBS finale that viewers can't help but want to change the channel.

The cable channel, devoted to airing reruns of classic series, will show a room filled with 210 guys named Raymond when the show's final episode airs May 16.

They'll each wear a T-shirt with the title of one of the show's episodes and stand, one by one, to introduce themselves and the episode title have on.

"`Everybody Loves Raymond' is poised to take its place as one of television's most memorable family sitcoms," said Larry Jones, network president. "TV Land wants to be sure that no viewers will accidentally miss this historic television event."

TV Land has done something similar twice in its nine-year history. It went off the air in 1998 to salute the "Seinfeld" finale and, in 2004, aired pictures of a room full of network staff members purportedly watching the "Friends" finale while periodically telling viewers to do the same.