WA2K Radio is now on the air

You know, C.I. In spite of our attempts to keep hope alive here at WA2K radio, I find it difficult to continue.

With all that herein dwell,
We find a tolling of the bell
Of integrity.

We look and see the
Kindness gone,
The wafer of communion's song
A simple poem and thus belongs
Our legacy.

Even my eyes saw very clearly without my glasses. <smile>

Sending this out for all the troops and anyone else who is away from Home:


......
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me.
Please have snow and misseltoe
and presents 'neath the tree.

Christmas Eve will find me
where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
if only in my dreams....

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May everyone get home safe this Christmas,
if only in my dreams.




Joe

Joe, Blessings to you and yours too!

-walks back into the radio station, he was a bit unkept and tired... he looked for his trusty mop and bucket and pushed it down the hall ways. He offered aplogizes for those he saw. He had been away for a week with no notice. he started to clean and see what needed to be done. He left a note ont he bulliten board..." for what is needed just call i shall do my best and get it done "

We missed you, kiddo. Pull up a chair and sit a bit.

-finds a chair and plops down and takes a break- Thanks osso

Below the janitor's note was a yellow post-it-note. Someone had written something, perhaps in anger or perhaps out of frustration but then had crossed it out with a black Sharpie after reading Joe's comment above.
Instead was this simple message: "Sir, where do we keep the backstock of toilet paper? Thank you."

I reckon it's important to keep things in perspective, not only at this time of the year but always.

Joining Joe to wish a safe return those far from home,
most especially my Stoneham townies:
SFC Chris Mount (US Army)
Capt. Joseph Macri (US Army)
Cpl. Paul Driscoll (USMC)
PFC Jason Fields (USMC)
1Lt. Michael Lynch (US Army)

GET HERE


sung by Oleta Adams



You can reach me by railway, you can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane, you can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just - get here if you can

You can reach me by sail boat, climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope, into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt, cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don't care how you get here, just - get here if you can

There are hills and mountains between us
Always something to get over
If I had my way, surely you would be closer
I need you closer

(interlude, then repeat bridge)

You can windsurf into my life, take me up on a carpet ride
You can make it in a big balloon, but you better make it soon
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just - get here if you can

I don't care how you get here, just -- get here if - you can.



a song for the loved ones away at this christmas time...

Station Manager Eva here...

Sorry for the unexplained absence. We are leaving Sunday to visit our families for the holidays, so it is like three days before Christmas here. Presents to wrap, cards to mail, last-minute shopping...oh, must remember to pay the bills before I leave...

Which brings up a subject I've been meaning to talk to all of you about. We have bills here at WA2K, too. And we're still lacking an Advertising Sales Manager. Now...our content is wonderful, folks, but we need more commercials! If any of you expect to receive a Christmas bonus this year, we simply must bring in some more revenue. Otherwise, it's going to be lumps of coal for everyone.

So, start making those calls.

she called "come hither"
I went "hither"
she went "yon"

Nonsense. I'm right here.

Holiday Season virus warning. Virus poses as Christmas e-mail

The graphics in the Zafi-D attachment are very crude

Security firms are warning about a Windows virus disguising itself as an electronic Christmas card.
The Zafi.D virus translates the Christmas greeting on its subject line into the language of the person receiving infected e-mail.

Anti-virus firms speculate that this multilingual ability is helping the malicious program spread widely online.

Anti-virus firm Sophos said that 10% of the e-mail currently on the net was infected with the Zafi virus.

For the yung uns worried about social security.
http://money.cnn.com/2004/12/15/retirement/what_crisis/index.htm

Checking in with the December 16 Birthdays.

1485 Catherine of Aragon, first wife of England's King Henry VIII (Alcalá de Henares, Spain; died 1536)
1770 Ludwig van Beethoven, composer (Bonn, Germany; died 1827)
1775 Jane Austen, novelist (Hampshire, England; died 1817)
1863 George Santayana, philosopher/author (Madrid, Spain; died 1952)
1899 Sir Noel Coward, actor/playwright/director (Teddington, England; died 1973)
1901 Margaret Mead, anthropologist (Philadelphia, PA; died 1978)
1917 Arthur C. Clarke, science fiction author (Minehead, England)
1938 Liv Ullmann, actress (Tokyo, Japan)
1941 Lesley Stahl, TV journalist (Lynn, MA)
1943 Steven Bochco, TV writer/producer (New York, NY)
1947 Ben Cross, actor (London, England)
1962 William ("the Refrigerator") Perry, football player (Aiken, SC)
1963 Benjamin Bratt, actor (San Francisco, CA)

Delighted to see our weary and wonderful Seed is back.

WA2K radio is still functioning, I see.

Eva, I'm sorta in the pits right now. Please carry on until your Christmas break.

Raggedy, I was attracted to the name, Benjamin Bratt. Wonder if he is?

Hey, Virginia John. a great counter to Seed janitorial supply side economics.

Willow and Dys...thanks for your contributions. Willow with a song, Dys with a one liner.

Later all.

boooo!


A small Arkansas Wild Animal Park acquired a very rare species of
gorilla. Within a few weeks, the gorilla, who was a female became very
difficult to handle. Upon examination, the park veterinarian determined
the problem.

The gorilla was in season. To make matters worse, there was no male
gorilla available. Reflecting on their problem, the park administrator
thought of Ted Standen, a redneck part-time worker, who was responsible
for cleaning the animal's cages. Ted, like most rednecks, had little
sense, but possessed ample ability to satisfy a female of any species.
The administrator thought they might have a solution. Ted was
approached with a proposition. Would he be willing to mate with the
gorilla for $500.00? Ted showed some interest, but said he would have
to think the matter over carefully.

The following day, Ted announced that he would accept their offer, but
only under the following four conditions:

"First," Ted said, "I don't want to have to kiss her on the lips." The
park administrator quickly agreed to this condition. "Second," Ted
said, "you must never tell anyone about this" The park administrator
again readily agreed to this condition. "Third," Ted said, "I want all
the offspring to be raised Southern Baptist." Once again the
administrator agreed. And last of all Ted stated "You've got to give me
another week to come up with the $500.00."

Letty says she's attracted to the name Benjamin Bratt. and how does Benjamin Bratt feel about it. Well, he says it could be "wurst."

Couldn't post a picture of birthday celebrity, Noel Coward, so I'll post one of his songs. It's long, but we all need to party.

I Went To A Marvellous Party by Noel Coward

Refrain 1

I went to a marvelous party
With Nounou and Nada and Nell,
It was in the fresh air
And we went as we were
And we stayed as we were
Which was Hell.
Poor Grace started singing at midnight
And didn't stop singing till four;
We knew the excitement was bound to begin
When Laura got blind on Dubonnet and gin
And scratched her veneer with a Cartier pin,
I couldn't have liked it more.

Refrain 2

I went to a marvelous party,
I must say the fun was intense,
We all had to do
What the people we knew
Would be doing a hundred years hence.
Dear Cecil arrived wearing armour,
Some shells and a black feather boa,
Poor Millicent wore a surrealist comb
Made of bits of mosaic from St. Peter's in Rome,
But the weight was so great that she had to go home,
I couldn't have liked it more.

Verse 2

People's behaviour
Away from Belgravia
Would make you aghast,
So much variety
Watching society
Scampering past,
If you have any mind at all
Gibbon's divine Decline and Fall
Seems pretty flimsy,
No more than a whimsy,
By way of contrast
On Saturday last-

Refrain 3

I went to a marvelous party,
We didn't start dinner till ten
And young Bobbie Carr
Did a stunt at the bar
With a lot of extraordinary men;
Dear Baba arrived with a turtle
Which shattered us all to the core,
The Grand Duke was dancing a foxtrot with me
When suddenly Cyril screamed "Fiddledidee"
And ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea,
I couldn't have liked it more.

Refrain 4

I went to a marvelous party,
Elise made an entrance with May
You'd never have guessed
From her fisherman's vest
That her bust had been whittled away.
Poor Lulu got fried on Chianti
And talked about esprit de corps.
Maurice made a couple of passes at Gus
And Freddie, who hates any kind of a fuss,
Did half the Big Apple and twisted his truss,
I couldn't have liked it more.

Refrain 5

I went to a marvellous party.
We played the most wonderful game,
Maureen disappeared
And came back in a beard
And we all had to guess at her name!
We talked about growing old gracefully
And Elsie who's seventy-four
Said, "A, it's a question of being sincere,
And B, if you're supple you've noting to fear."
Then she swung upside down from a glass chandelier,
I couldn't have liked it more.

C.I. I heard that funny another way: The good old boy requested that a muzzle be put on the gorilla. When last heard he was callin' to the keeper to come take the muzzle off that sweet thing.

Raggedy: Noel Coward--

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Noel Coward


In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.
The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously, definitely nuts!

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun,
The Japanese don´t care to, the Chinese wouldn´t dare to,
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one
But Englishmen detest-a siesta.
In the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States, there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see,
that though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree.
It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth,
They give rise to such hilarity and mirth.
Ha ha ha ha hoo hoo hoo hoo hee hee hee hee ......

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it.
In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun,
They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down.
In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased.
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit.
In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun,
To reprimand each inmate who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done,
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.



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I never did know all the words to Mad Dogs and Englishman. Thank you, Letty. Hilarious.

And now for our December 17 birthday celebrities:

1807 John Greenleaf Whittier, poet (Essex County, MA; died 1892)
1873 Ford Madox Ford, novelist/critic (Surrey, England; died 1939)
1874 W. L. MacKenzie King, Canadian prime minister (Berlin, Ontario, Canada; died 1950)
1903 Erskine Caldwell, novelist (Coweta County, GA; died 1987)
1917 Gene Rayburn, TV personality (Christopher, IL; died 1999)
1929 William Safire, journalist (New York, NY)
1930 Bob Guccione, publisher (Brooklyn, NY)
1945 Ernie Hudson, actor (Benton Harbor, MI)
1946 Eugene Levy, comedian/writer (Hamilton, Ontario, Canada)
1954 Bill Pullman, actor (Hornell, NY)


Happy Birthday Mr. Levy!