tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503958.post6898132811970998497..comments2023-03-25T09:12:38.039-05:00Comments on Bad Commands and Filenames: SQLFunkateerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17237309391300543602noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503958.post-64439494710269982612008-07-31T13:27:00.000-05:002008-07-31T13:27:00.000-05:00Macca certainly had a gift for sentimental melodie...Macca certainly had a gift for sentimental melodies, I'll grant him, and he did very well with it!<BR/><BR/>I ended up Googling "Moughton" and sure enough it is a sort of a place in the UK. But upon finding the following site, I was quite impressed with the scenery depicted, and my yearning to visit Old Blighty once and for all was increased another measure.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.walkingenglishman.com/dales16.htm" REL="nofollow">Moughton Scars in Yorkshire</A>SQLFunkateerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17237309391300543602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503958.post-32203709966367090082008-07-31T12:57:00.000-05:002008-07-31T12:57:00.000-05:00Hey Nic,This comment is basically unrelated except...Hey Nic,<BR/>This comment is basically unrelated except that it mentions Paul McCartney and you might appreciate it... it is another short little passage from Douglas Adams:<BR/><BR/>Soon the dim lights and noises resolved themselves into a small group of people who were walking home across the hill towards the town. They walked quite near the watchers beneath the tree, swinging lanterns which made soft and crazy lights dance amongst the trees and grass, chattering contentedly and actually singing a song about how terribly nice everything was, how happy they were, how much they enjoyed working on the farm and how pleasant it was to be going home to see their wives and children, with a lilting chorus to the effect that the flowers were smelling particularly nice at this time of year and that it was a pity that the dog had died seeing as how he'd liked them so much. Arthur could almost imagine Paul McCartney sitting with his feet up by the fire one evening humming it to Linda and wondering what to buy with the proceeds and thinking... probably Essex.Percussivityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02567902722009628447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503958.post-6486027559254886642008-07-31T11:29:00.000-05:002008-07-31T11:29:00.000-05:00Yeah, I agree with you on the Weezer comments. Any...Yeah, I agree with you on the Weezer comments. Anything after Pinkerton is just hideous (excluding "Hashpipe" which is just one of those songs you know you should hate but you find yourself bobbing your head to). The sad thing is that Weezer never really made an artistic effort to reach out to the "alternative" music listener that made them so popular. They got lost in pop-guitar-wanking and lost the art of the creative lyric meets catchy hook.<BR/><BR/>Other Brit - Motown Covers:<BR/><BR/>Billie Davis-"I Want You To Be My Baby"<BR/><BR/>Small Faces "Every Little Bit Hurts"<BR/><BR/>Amy Winehouse "Me and Mr. Jones"<BR/><BR/>Dusty Springfield "Son of a Preacher Man"<BR/><BR/>not a cover song but a Brit-based Motown band - The Flirtations.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I am sure there are millions. Motown was so big in Britain in the early sixties. I guess some say they caught that bug before the U.S.Brandon Briscoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09109780780294954949noreply@blogger.com