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I would parody John Cougar Melloncamp, but he does a good enough job of that on his own.

Hmmmm...Melloncamp parody...

"Like pooper on fire."

No, wait, Mr. Bungle beat me to that a long time ago.

Mellencamp parody:

"Oooh, yeah. Your life's [bleep]
So I took your pain and scored myself a major hit.
Oooh, yeah. Your life's [bleep]
But I got'cher money, so I don't care about your life one bit..."

This is not a commentary on Johnny CM as a human being, just a statement that 95% of his damn music makes me want to punch a wall until I pull back a bloody stump and pass the [bleep] out.

What about the other 5%?

I like his work with Lisa Germano.

About all the German I know is choir German. The one time I visited Germany, I was pretty much limited to "danke" and "bitte", because you can't get too far on "Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Alles schläft; einsam wacht" in June.

Oooh... [is jealous]

What cities did you travel in, Rocky?

Just Freiburg and Saarbrucken. I was with a group that spent a week in Alsace and we crossed over the border into Germany a couple times. My French is passable, so I had little trouble there. After staying in Strasbourg and Colmar, we then spent a week in Paris.

I visited Germany and Austria in 1993. Cities I stopped in included Berlin, Leipzig, Garmisch-Partenkirken, Landshut, and Innsbruck (Austria).

I had minored in German in college, and the trip was my graduation present to myself. It was a wonderful experience, though a somewhat sobering one. I wanted to call home at one point, so my German professor, who led the trip, made me go into the Gasthaus to ask the operator for assistance *by myself*. After four years of German, I thought I knew enough . . .

On the other hand, I was proud when I ordered breakfast by myself in Leipzig a day or two later. (And this was only three years after the Berlin Wall came down; Leipzig had been Communist territory -- that, too, was sobering.)

Two years before the trip I mentioned above, I took another tour, which was a week in England and a week in France, mostly looking at churches and cathedrals. We went to London, Bristol, Hereford, Liverpool and Coventry in England and then took the Eurostar to Paris. We also visited Amiens, Beauvais, Chartres and Versailles. It was a great time. I'd love to go back to either country, but I'd really love to go back to the UK and spend more time in London and also visit Oxford and Canterbury, and, perhaps a trip to Wales.

I spent about 6 weeks of my summer travels in Germany in 1991. I actually got stranded in Saarbrucken overnight once! I also have ben to Freiburg.

The former East was interesting to visit. Still lots of Soviet soldiers everywhere - on vacation with nothing to do, waiting for Mother Russia to build them barracks back home so they could be moved out. At every tourist site in the east, you'd see Russian soldiers killing time - always in groups; skinhead attacks on them were on the rise.

I attempted to use my limited German in Saarbrucken by asking "Wo ist der WC?". Now in France, when I asked "Où est la toilette?" I stood a chance of understanding the answer; however, in Germany, where they speak a language in which I can count to twelve, know a few polite words and the lyrics to several sacred choral works, I was stymied by the answer. I finally had to ask in English.

I hope there is more to Saarbrucken than what I saw. I was not impressed. Although the hooker who hung out next to my hotel was cute.

Rocky, you can count to twelve in German? You're ahead of me -- I can only count to ten, and that's thanks to Walt Kelly's Pogo.

I can count to twelve in Germany. Although I have never been to Germany.

I turned twelve in 1986, the same year that Caliente and Tempest were born.

I graduated high school in '86.

I think '86 was the year that I was fired from a job for not drinking. Or maybe it was '87. If only I'd drunk more back then, I'd probably remember for sure...

How do you get fired for NOT drinking? What kind of a job was that?

dunno... but I'm probably overqualified...

Can you get a degree in not drinking? Elective credit, maybe?

I think it was in 1986 that I had my first real drink: a Black Russian. (Still one of my favorites.)

I also graduated from high school in 1986. I graduated a year early (Like the song, I was 16, going on 17). In retrospect, it was a big mistake. I wasn't emotionally ready for college and, even though I did well, I think I would have done better had I been a year or two older.

In college, I usually spent what little money I had on comic books instead of food. Ah, youth, where cheap thrills take priority over sustenance.