KAndre

Clear space on one's hard drive? One can actually clear space on a hard drive? What a concept!

Not that I plan on doing that as long as I can continue to daisy chain USB 160 GB La Cies! That's perfectly normal. Really. Though I am tempted by the 250 GB Firewire.

Eeee! Some of the Uganda stuff is starting to trickle out...UNICEF Ambassador Clay Aiken Returns from Northern Uganda's Conflict Affected Districts...

and his tour has made Web India!!

Now,

At FCA, even cynicism is a party!

is a motto!

Hey! I want beer and cynicism! You guys have all the fun!

I am getting REVVED up!

I'm with SkateJoy, I've got all the AI stuff I want and in the proportion I want - 95% Clay, 5% everything else and that includes foreign idols (and there are some tasty foreign idols - not Ryan though. I have no urge to taste him. Or Kalan.)

I have to say, I am filled with admiration for all who are involved with the Bubel Aiken Foundation in a positive way.

And a little sad to say that this story is just hardening my feelings toward the media and journalism.

Too late, Shelley! All the other hockey fans in your family must now bow to your knowledge. It's on the net, it must be true!

I find myself oddly intrigued by the butt-ending mentioned by Buzztechie. Hmmm. I guess I could Google, but frankly think what I make up will be more interesting.

Lord, this is pitiful...but cute! Oh so cute!

The only thing I know about hockey is that my child loved it at age 10 - and it was freaking HARD finding him a place to learn and play in Houston - and he wanted to be a GOALIE (tries hard not to think about how much those skates costs).

I have liked the Aeros games I have attended (both of them) but am in Angela's boat. And we since have an expert (you know, that's your new designation, chickie, ShelleyC, hockey expert extraordinaire), so I shall ask you: 1) What is the blue line for and 2) Do hockey players really develop nice butts?

grabs a couple of banana daquiris and does the Hustle....

A week! Only a week to go!

pokes ansa to put her selections up

Once we get a certain arbitary number of posts a poll shall go up! I will probably make it overly complicated but it shall be semi-scientific if you make wild leaps regarding definitions.

Tsk, tsk Ansa...it's clear that the 70's were sucking him in...great music and...different...clothes. Yeah, that's the ticket. Clay, anyone wearing that paisley jackage of pukage in public doesn't have a whole lot of room to talk...shoot, if I recall correctly, aren't they wearing bell bottomed hiphuggers now? Lowriders my butt (literally). Clay, you know you want the mini-mullet back! I do believe "The Night Chicago Died" is in my future! BWAH HA HA HA!

Dang, I wish I knew about craigslist before! It looks great for Houston too.

I don't know - I'm in an odd position - my job is incredibly boring, but pays fairly well for what I do, and with my child moving up and out, I will have fewer obligations. But I have no idea what on earth else I really WANT to do. I'm not even sure where to start looking.

ShelleyC, on the sent thing, apparently you have to check the "save a copy to sent folder" box at the bottom of the screen...Ansa, is there a way to default this to "on"?

Flings boa around her neck...since y'all can't see my feet, pretend I have my stilletos on...

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KAndre posthumously bestows the rank of entry-level sub-minion on the late bottlecap...

Brave, she was so very brave...but the sulfur cologne clinging to it should have tipped her off.

HA! He said ONE HUNDRED SONGS and that's what you're gonna get! And I want my prize presented on Clay's new talk show.

In alphabetically order by artist to keep it simple:

To Live and Die in L.A. (2Pac) yeah, I know I'm wrong

When I'm Gone (3 Doors Down)

Sukiyaki (A Taste of Honey)

For The Good Times (Al Green)

How Much I Feel (Ambrosia)

House of the Rising Sun (Animals)

Sugar, Sugar (the Archies) BOO YAH!

Day Dreaming (Aretha Franklin)

I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry (B.J. Thomas)

Feel Like Makin' Love (Bad Company)

Hello, Stranger (Barbara Lewis & Jerry Butler)

Mandy/Read 'Em and Weep (Barry Manilow) BOO YAH!

Can't Buy Me Love/Let It Be (the Beatles) BOO YAH!

To Love Somebody/How Deep Is Your Love (the BeeGees) BOO YAH!

Let It Be Me (Betty Everett)

Use Me/Ain't No Sunshine (Bill Withers)

Stir It Up (Bob Marley)

We've Got Tonight (Bob Seger)

My Perogative (Bobby Brown)

I'll Make Love to You (Boyz II Men)

I'm On Fire (Bruce Springsteen)

Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye (The Casinos)

Because You Loved Me (Celine Dion)

I Want You To Want Me (Cheap Trick)

You're the Inspiration (Chicago)

No Particular Place to Go (Chuck Berry)

Jesus Is Love/Brick House/Just To Be Close To You (the Commodores)

Gangsta's Paradise (Coolio)

Treat Her Like a Lady (Cornelius Brothers)

Karma Chameleon (Culture Club)

Leader of the Band/Longer (Dan Fogelberg)

I Can Dream About You (Dan Hartman)

Knock Three Times (Tony Orlando and Dawn)

Some Guys Have All The Luck (Derrick Herriot)

Survivor (Destiny's Child)

The Heart of the Matter (Don Henley)

The Cover of the Rolling Stone (Dr. Hook)

Under The Boardwalk (The Drifters)

Take It To The Limit (the Eagles)

Step by Step (Eddie Rabbitt)

Oh Happy Day (Edwin Hawkins Singers)

Daniel/Levon/Philadelphia Freedom (Elton John)

Heartbreak Hotel/Teddy Bear/Jailhouse Rock/Devil In Disguise (Elvis Presley) DOUBLE BOO YAH!

Lose Yourself (Eninem)

I Want To Know What Love Is (Foreigner)

December, 1963/My Eyes Adored You (the Four Seasons) BOO YAH!

Reach Out I'll Be There/Baby I Need Your Loving (Four Tops) BOO YAH!

One More Try/Careless Whisper (George Michael)

Bad To The Bone (George Thorogood)

I Just Wanna Stop (Gino Vanelli)

She's Gone (Hall and Oates)

Always and Forever (Heatwave)

Let Her Cry (Hootie & the Blowfish)

Theme From Shaft (Isaac Hayes)

I'll Be There/ABC (Jackson 5)

Take Me Home Country Roads (John Denver)

Poor Side of Town (Johnny Rivers)

Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' (Journey)

Please Don't Go (KC & the Sunshine Band)

Beth (KISS)

When I Need You (Leo Sayer)

Do You Believe In Magic (Lovin' Spoonful)

What's Your Fantasy (Ludacris)

Like A Prayer (Madonna)

What's Going On (Marvin Gaye)

Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad (Meatloaf)

Man In the Mirror (Michael Jackson)

Devil In A Blue Dress (Mitch Ryder)

Daydream Believer (the Monkees) BOO YAH!

E.I. (Nelly)

Backstabbers (the O'Jays)

Loves Me Like a Rock/Kodachrome/Scarborough Fair/BOTW (Paul Simon)

Every Breath You Take (Police)

Cream (Prince)

Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) BOO YAH! - Hey, Scaramouche counts!

Forever and Ever, Amen (Randy Travis)

Hit The Road Jack/I Can't Stop Loving You (Ray Charles)

Never Gonna Give You Up (Rick Astley) BOO YAH!

Addicted to Love (Robert Palmer)

Brown Sugar (Rolling Stones)

Crying (Roy Orbison)

Cupid/Bring It On Home To Me/You Send Me (Sam Cooke)

Get Closer (Seals & Croft)

More Love/Cruisin'/Ooh Baby Baby/Tracks of My Tears (Smokey Robinson)

Who Am I (Snoop Dogg)

Respect Yourself (Staple Singers)

Born to Be Wild (Steppenwolfe)

Higher Love (Steve Winwood)

You Make Me Feel Brand New/Break Up to Make Up (Stylistics)

Just My Imagination/Papa Was A Rolling Stone (Temptations)

Unbreak My Heart (Toni Braxton)

Nobody Knows (Tony Rich Project)'

In the Midnight Hour (Wilson Pickett)

Fever by whoever

I did at least bold the more likely ones.

Ooo, I wanna start this one - the last three first time movies I saw were:

Mr. & Mrs. Smith: I loved this. From beginning to end. From being totally indifferent to Brad and Angelina, I now see them as totally hot. And funny. But it is probably one I shall rent when it comes out.

The Fantastic Four: I am a geek par excellence, and actually purchased Fantastic Four comics as a young geek - like various versions of Batman, Spiderman, the X-men, Blade, etc. etc. etc....but this just sucked for me. Mr. Fantasic was creepy. And stupid. Sue Storm was whiny. And stupid. Johnny Storm was a attention ho. And stupid. Ben Grimm had bad taste in women. And was stupid. I knew America was struggling with their science education, but dang!

Godzilla: Came on network television. Heaven help me, I had to agree with a Robert Ebert review: "Going to see "Godzilla" at the Palais of the Cannes Film Festival is like attending a satanic ritual in St. Peter's Basilica. " At least I didn't have to do that. That was incredibly bad. Makes me miss Mystery Science Theater 3000 something fierce.

OK, on the TV Guide article: word to Ansamcw, HeidiHo, couchtomato, bottlecap and diamondjake2001.

My, that was easy! Y'all say something else so I can continue to disengage my brain since y'all are thinking all my thoughts for me...

I'lll nevah give up my stilletos of doom! Nevah, nevah, nevah! Just because I can't actually walk in the things...

Dahling, no capes! Boas are the thing...I could wrap one around Clay's neck and drag him to me.

Did I mention how good he looks? Daaaaang. And wait a minute, he will cover MORE THAN 100 songs? I'm gonna just DIE!

sees Heidi's emoticon, puts on her boa/stilletos of doom, and strides into the thread...

BLASEPHEMY!

actually reads the naked Clay part, and wanders off, distracted.

Lessee...I think Clay is pretty. Really pretty. I mean, pretty damn pretty. Did I mention, I think Clay's pretty?

See, three days ago, it was quiet. Now there is a serious rumbling in the Clay Nation! Eeee!

sees Ansa swimming around, figures the water must be nice...

Girl, why didn't you TELL me it was cold in here!

Ahem. Along with Ansamcw, my original homeboard is the Clackhouse, but I live here now, where I am known as KAndre61. Hey, originality isn't listed anywhere in the job description, so there! Watches with interest as the admins scramble to correct that.

There is no interesting story behind my screenname; however, give me a week or so and I'll have Ansa make up something cool.

I am a shy flower, hiding my light under a bushel...hey, stop kicking me! OK, I'm not actually shy. Or modest. But I am really opinionated. And bossy. But love independent people. (Of course, if they independently come around to my way of thinking, ooo la la! Or better yet, drag me around to theirs. I think I'm capable of seeing both sides of an issue. Really.) And am not intimidating. And am working on a passing acquaintance with grammar and spelling. I can occasionally be wordy. Occasionally.

How did I start in this fandom? I started out at TWoP. I've been Just Tuned In for about 4 or 5 years now. I started in the Trading Spaces forum. Heh. (the moss wall. The broken glass fireplace. Hildi. Oh Hildi.) Then this little summer show called "American Idol" started. Flipping through channels, I heard songs I loved being butchered. And a few good singers. And the most delightfully bitchy men (Simon, and then Shack). Had fun in the forums. Looked forward to seeing Simon in season 2. Watched Keith with my family. Was entertained. Watched Keith #2 stride out and announce "I'm the American Idol". Waited for Simon to crush his pretentions. Got the snot shocked out of me. Decided he was a ringer. Thought the show would really be interesting this year. Knew he would make it through and so didn't watch again until the first show of the top 12. Had no idea he was a wild card. Didn't really look at the forums but loved Shack's recaps. And that's how the addiction that is Clay sucked my butt in. Been in the Clay Nation ever since. How did I get hard-core? Saw the original clack (OMG OMG What is that move!) Went to play on Ticketbastard for the AI2 Tour in Houston - managed to get front row tickets like two days before the concert (never again, huh?). Was persuaded by people I had only communicated with on the internet to host other internet people at my house. Went to the concert. The genesis of the evil Houston posse. Experienced the Aiken live. At that moment, my life made a sharp turn into new territory. And I loved it. It has been a hell of a ride so far, and I'm taking this pony as far as I can. But in the end, it all boils down to: Damn, that man sings pretty. Anything else is just icing on the cake. But oh, the icing is soooo good! Good friends, interesting places, learning tons and tons of stuff...this is the best cult-like obsession I could ever imagine! And I don't have play the tambourine! I don't, do I?

Ansa is much, MUCH wordier than me. Really. No, really. I am always clear, brief and concise. This post was RUTHLESSLY trimmed down. There are only a couple of sticks left. OK, stopping now. Really. No, really. Right now.