tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79807561468926362382024-03-13T12:54:05.254-07:00From Gopman to SloneSlonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-81045957124205411332010-10-31T08:38:00.001-07:002010-10-31T08:38:50.178-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4ODUzOTA4OTQwNiZwdD*xMjg4NTM5NTMwODU3JnA9NzQ4ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPWNjMWM*NzU1ZGJlNjRj/YjE4ZDUxYjI3YTNiMzg5YWY5Jm9mPTA=.gif" /><div style="background-color:#000000; width: 425px;"><object id="A874994" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=sAp9rUzyIKt9NNVu&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="425"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=sAp9rUzyIKt9NNVu&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween"></param><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"></param><param name="quality" value="high"></param><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=sAp9rUzyIKt9NNVu&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=halloween"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param></object><div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;">Personalize funny videos and birthday <a href="sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a> at JibJab!</div></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-65113724308349559212010-10-15T20:40:00.000-07:002010-10-15T20:43:29.126-07:00Tyler<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxwPqc_KYd0Pev9j_c5Bw2g_tfKe816ilFhSGSKBQ1rAdbYOc2scN7MUye_5GF_xtWmAd8VCHDV5EBUYXb' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><strong>Where does he get his sense of humor?</strong><br /><strong>My son...makes daddy so proud!</strong>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-37900030328982127892010-10-03T09:12:00.000-07:002010-10-03T09:24:10.056-07:00October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">And since I loooooooooooove boobies... check them!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Enjoy! (the video!)</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwtOsZutxkNj8KhZ5bcroqjZzUIOtkvooWCQtBAu5eL3BG5P1eAQRRzFD-4XaqrWs2BRNJePCt57PDWvUOzMA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-12614165957920565762010-08-17T23:50:00.000-07:002010-08-18T00:16:45.626-07:00The Goldrush Gunslingers Make Television Debut<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;">Our old west entertainment group will be fea</span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TGuGIHvM8pI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zMX8aruCmFs/s1600/slingers.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506642443464667794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TGuGIHvM8pI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zMX8aruCmFs/s320/slingers.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;">tured on local television this Thursday Aug 19, 2010. The Goldrush Gunslingers will be appearing on "The Early Late Show" with Danny Minch and Mike Wirtz. The show is a kind of "Wayne's World" type of show, produced locally in Fresno. The <em>Slingers</em> are scheduled to be part of the show airing from 6 to 7 PM Pacific time. It's on local digital 33.1 AND also on their website broadcasting to the world at </span></strong><a href="http://www.centralvalleytalk.com/"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">http://www.centralvalleytalk.com/</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Make sure you tune in and check us out, you don't wanna miss this show!</span></strong>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-19498423436803803292010-07-22T07:18:00.000-07:002010-07-22T08:22:43.929-07:00Lesson In Life And DeathStaring Tyler and me.<br /><br /><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzv_4uA82BZhi7LoXK04DJaf-68TCn9wVAJFkQ6cAfq4V57G0T2WkN9j-1-KqMdtJeQiB0YGGMxYl7K-RJDyQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Slightly trimmed to fit on the blog. You can view the full video here. <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/13474927">http://www.vimeo.com/13474927</a></p><p>Seemed to get bashed some with comments like ""the acting was stiff" and "the acting could have been better" but what the heck. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> do it for a living anyway. Please feel free to pile on with your comments if you like. </p><p>I supplied all the props and costumes, except the one the young lady wears.</p><p>The writer/director hopes to make a feature from this and is writing a script now. I think the story would make a good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Hallmark</span> movie, but I think this is as far as I'll be going with it. Hope you enjoyed it.</p><p> </p>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-18123096472571136042010-06-27T05:34:00.000-07:002010-06-27T21:54:21.856-07:00When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder...and other stuff!<span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Woke up Friday morning and had one of those nights where I had dreams, but don't really remember them. I do remember dreaming something about Jesus and all day Friday and most of Saturday a song has been rolling thru my head. Now this song is one I guess, I've heard somewhere in the past. The lyrics were not familiar to me but strangely I know them. After having one of my all to regular nights of waking up at about 3:30am and not going back to sleep, I decided to Google the catch phrase that will not leave my mind. Wow! Not only is this really a song, but it's been done by everyone from Johnny Cash to Sinatra (Hank Sinatra that is!)<br />Is God taking to me? I dunno but if He was, this is the message I would want to hear! In the past I've had dreams where I felt He was, then when I listened, it was for my benefit! Anyway, here is one of the many versions of this, my new favorite Christian song!<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8n0Cw-j534">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8n0Cw-j534</a><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Tyler and I are in Winters this weekend filming a western movie called "Lessons in Life and Death" (</strong></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/lessonsthemovie"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>http://www.facebook.com/lessonsthemovie</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>) and having fun doing it. I play Marshal Tom Colton and Tyler plays Billy Colton. It's a fun little film about having to make decisions on where you take your life. We spent all Sat filming in 98 degree weather and lemme tell you, wearing a vest and coat and hat...it was HOT! We couldn't wait to get to our hotel and shower! Well after hitting the sack, I woke up about 3:30am (we're you paying attention from that part earlier in this post?) and knowing I'm not going back to sleep decided to go on line. Then I got an itch. Scratched it, not thinking much and felt a bump. Looking down at my side I saw a brown, what looked like a mole. Except I don't have a mole there! Went into the bathroom and discovered I had a tick! Lucky for me, he had just decided to rest on me and not bite. So he got a watery sendoff! Wow! the things I go thru for the ARTS! <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TCdMPF_aypI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-lls9GvWnb0/s1600/3a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487438493164161682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TCdMPF_aypI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-lls9GvWnb0/s400/3a.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is a photo of Tyler, me and Travis Herche. Travis plays the bad guy, The Memphis Kid!<br />Have most of the movie finished, one more 1/2 day of shooting for Tyler and Travis. All I have to do is voice over. After the film is done, it'll be entered in film festivals starting with DVX West-Fest. You can find it on line there starting July 19th!</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Time for our continental breakfast! Yummy....sort-of!</strong><br /><strong>Happy Trails, Buckaroos!</strong><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong></strong></span>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-69010864380486143492010-06-20T09:29:00.000-07:002010-06-20T09:48:02.814-07:00Happy Father's Day<div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Woke up to about 6 text messages from friends and family wishing me a happy daddy day! Nice way to start the day!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Happy Father's Day to all dads, moms that have to be dads too, and all who take the place of a dad in the life of a child!</strong></span></div><div><strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TB5EiW6vvGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/D42emxLSfFI/s1600/202k.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484896753242061922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TB5EiW6vvGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/D42emxLSfFI/s400/202k.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-58742280291463846052010-05-31T07:31:00.000-07:002010-05-31T08:22:46.477-07:00Back In The Saddle Again<strong>Well back on the ol blog page after a long absence. A few reasons for the time off but to keep it short and sweet, I need to LJHI (for the meaning of that look here) </strong><a href="http://jefybal.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-dated-resume.html"><strong>http://jefybal.blogspot.com/2007/02/up-dated-resume.html</strong></a><br /><div><div><div><strong>So what's been going on with Ye Ol Gopper? Been a roller coaster of a year, some ups some downs but thru it all there has been my family, especially Yvette, supporting me. </strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TAPLArBYvnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MX4_0g9Tqt0/s1600/220eh.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477444784221634162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TAPLArBYvnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MX4_0g9Tqt0/s400/220eh.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong>She is my strength and is starting to make me believe that we will get thru anything together. I love her more all the time.</strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>Been taking my pal Dusty to Hollywood for auditions for both him and me for different things. As of this writing neither has booked anything but we get auditions and that's a good thing. I took Dusty on an audition for a Dickies commercial then a few days later, we went back for a Viagra audition for him. A couple days later he got a call back for the Dickies so I guess the Viarga may have helped with his Dickies! </strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>I thought that was funny anyway!</strong></div><br /><div><strong>The Goldrush Gunslingers ( </strong><a href="http://www.goldrushgunslingers.com/"><strong>http://www.goldrushgunslingers.com/</strong></a><strong> ) </strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TAPNuNN6y7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/RAN0AXGym94/s1600/149k.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477447765518371762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TAPNuNN6y7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/RAN0AXGym94/s400/149k.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong>have been going like gang-busters! So much fun has come from this group and we're busier than a Starbux after a church service! Sadly, we are loosing a couple of members, Wild Bill Hiccup and Miss Kitty, who are moving to another state. They will be coming back for visits and promise to attend some of our big events throughout the year so at least they are not gone for good! They have brought so much fun to the group and it's been really fun to watch Wild Bill come out of his shell some as he has become more comfortable with participating in skits with the group. Miss Kitty and Wild Bill...we will miss you! Thanks for the great times and best of luck in the times ahead!!!</strong></div><div><br /><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Tyler and I have another film coming up together called "<em>Lessons In Life and Death</em>".</strong></div><br /><div><strong>It's a short western where I play U.S. Marshall Tom Colton, and Tyler plays my son Billy Colton. It's going to be entered in a film festival but could use some help from you! Please check out this page! </strong><a id="link_12" href="http://www.indiegogo.com/LessonsInLifeAndDeath" target="_blank"><strong>http://www.indiegogo.com/LessonsInLifeAndDeath</strong></a></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TAPSEC8StnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/mowXOTSg9AY/s1600/LessonsInLifeAndDeath_Final.png"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477452538763720306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/TAPSEC8StnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/mowXOTSg9AY/s400/LessonsInLifeAndDeath_Final.png" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><div><strong>This will be the 3rd time Tyler and I have been in a film together and all three playing father and son. </strong></div><div><strong>Think I'm getting type-cast!</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>So that's the last 6 months in a nutshell. I'm going to try harder to update this page more often and would really like to hear from those who read this dribble if you would. And if you can find it in your heart, (and pocket book) to help out with this film we're doing, well you'll be a friend for life!!!</strong></div><br /><div></div></div></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-22248136982135908082009-12-12T12:36:00.001-08:002009-12-12T12:36:43.142-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MDY1MDE4MDQyNCZwdD*xMjYwNjUwMTk2MTgxJnA9NzQ4ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPTU3NTdmYTJmOWJmMzRlM2NiOTQxOWFlMTRhMDEyM2IwJm9mPTA=.gif" /><div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;"><object id="A874994" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=NxTPl5zy3qcd3be7&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="425"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=NxTPl5zy3qcd3be7&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab"></param><param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"></param><param name="quality" value="high"></param><param name="allowNetworking" value="all"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=NxTPl5zy3qcd3be7&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param></object><div style="text-align:center; 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width:435px; margin-top:6px;">Try JibJab Sendables® <a href="sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a> today!</div></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-12204821258201998402009-12-05T09:03:00.000-08:002009-12-07T21:03:52.089-08:00IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sxqh_IchVPI/AAAAAAAAAco/nzsD3KRFbnw/s1600-h/draft_lens1500688module55703262photo_1252121302LoneRangerChristmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411816008210011378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sxqh_IchVPI/AAAAAAAAAco/nzsD3KRFbnw/s400/draft_lens1500688module55703262photo_1252121302LoneRangerChristmas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>My top 7 favorite Christmas movies and T.V. show episodes, in no particulate order!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>The Lone Ranger:</strong> <em>"Christmas Story" December 20, 1956 Episode # 197 The Lone Ranger & Tonto help Robby Talbot (James Baird) cut down a Christmas tree and then begin a search for Robby's gold hunting father, Ben Talbot (Bill Henry), capture a gang of bank robbers and then convince Ben to return to his wife, Mary (Aline Towne), and Robby in time for Christmas. A great Christmas episode which also stars Robert Burton as Josh Hannah and Mary Newton as Martha Hannah. </em><strong>(Hi-Yo Santa! Supporting acting is so bad it's good! It's just a fun watch)</strong></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><strong>The New Gidget:</strong> <em>"A Christmas Curl"</em> December 17, 1987 <em>The Kahuna (Don Stroud) comes to visit and provide his acting skills for Gidget’s Classic Christmas Carol performance. Well, Gidget, who's the director, gets everyone stressed out and experiences her own ‘classic’ Christmas Carol with all 3 Christmas spirits to set her right. </em><strong>(I always felt this was a great series with some fun stories. I soooo miss the 80's! COWABUNGA dude!)</strong></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><strong>A Charlie Brown Christmas:</strong> <em>December 9, 1965 "MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHARLIE BROWN!" </em><strong>(who can resist a round headed kid!)</strong></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><strong>A Very Brady Christmas:</strong> <em>December 18, 1988 Almost 20 years after the start of the original "Brady Bunch", the kids are grown up and have kids of their own. Everyone is having a wonderful time back at the family house for Christmas, until Mike learns of a structural problem in one of the buildings he designed. As he is inspecting the problem, the building collapses, trapping him inside. As the whole family waits by the pile of rubble, they fear the worst. Will Dad be all right?</em> <strong>(stupid movie, I still cry at the end!)</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Ebenezer:</strong> November 25, 1998 <em>A Wild West retelling of Dickens' 'A Christmas Carol," with Scrooge (Jack Palance) as a land baron, gunfighter, and card cheat who is visited by three spirits who attempt to teach him the true meaning of Christmas </em><strong>(cool, with Jack Palance? Believe it or not!)</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>A Christmas Story:</strong> <em>November 18, 1983</em> <em>It's Christmas time and there's only one thing on Ralphie Parker's Christmas list this year: a Red Ryder Carbine Action 200-Shot, Range Model Air Rifle, but many obstacles stand in the way of his dream because every adult that he confronts keeps telling him he'll shoot his eye out. Meanwhile The Old Man just got a major award and Mom is making sure The Old Man doesn't come near her turkey, Ralphie's friend gets his tongue stuck to a flag pole, and Ralphie utters a four letter word in front of his father. Christmas is drawing nearer and Ralphie visits Santa at the department store in hopes of asking him for his dream gift. Will he receive it? Let's hope so. </em><strong>(You'll shoot your eye out, kid!)</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>It's a Wonderful Life: </strong><em>January 7, 1947 On the Christmas Eve of Bedford Falls, the guardian angel Clarence is assigned to convince the desperate George Bailey to not commit suicide. George is a good man, that sacrificed his dreams and his youth on behalf of the citizens of his small town. He inherited the loan business of his father and he gave up traveling the world and joining University as scheduled. Later he resisted the proposals of the evil banker Mr. Potter, and never sold his business to protect the poor community of Bedford Falls and offer a means to afford to buy their own house. He married his beloved Mary Hatch Bailey and had four children with her and a tough life with his family. When his uncle Billy loses US$ 8,000.00, found and stolen by Mr. Potter, George decides to commit suicide, since he believes he worth more dead than alive. When Clarence sees that he is not able to persuade George to give up his intention, he decides to show the life in town if George had never existed. George concludes that life is wonderful. </em><strong>(fun note, watch for Carl 'Alfalfa' Switzer as Freddy. Such a sad life)</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>And there are more! Of course I love to watch just about all the "Christmas Carol" movies and all the "Santa Clause" movies altho I think they get worse as they go.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>So, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!'</strong></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-79922645886303501132009-12-01T06:20:00.000-08:002009-12-01T06:49:57.244-08:00Back On<strong>Things have been strange for me this past month. I Haven't had much desire to post but maybe it's time to update this thing.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Our music video is out and on youtube! My son Tyler and me play ...father and son! </strong><br /><strong>Here's the link </strong><a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://lnk.ms/4gK1MMood:" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><strong>http://lnk.ms/4gK1MMood:</strong></a><strong> </strong><br /><strong>The song is Obfuscation by Between the Buried and Me.</strong><br /><strong>Kinda hoping my bestest pal Mike will do a review on the song.....cuz this old dude don't understand any of it!!!LOL!</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Took my pal Dusty for a audition for a Sprint commercial a couple of weeks ago and had an interesting day. </strong><br /><strong>High light...I met his agent, and after talking with her a bit she asked to represent me! Cool! Now I have a real Hollywood agent!</strong><br /><strong>Low light...on the way home we hit the 5 O'clock traffic and we were going no where when Dusty said "Don't we qualify for the car pool lane?" "Yes we do" was my answer and at first opening I shot right over......crossing a double yellow line.......with a CHP six cars in front of me......who just happened to be looking in his rear view mirror. $350.00 fine for that! So if your interested in contributing to the "Keep Slone Outta Jail" fund, I accept paypal! (Only half kidding on that!!)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Anyway, I'll have a few more videos this month to post. Another with Tyler that we shot in the Bay Area in Oct. and the Zombie one should be here any day and keep checking back for the Slone Players annual Christmas extravaganza exclusively on this blog!</strong>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-25571708961981255292009-10-20T20:36:00.000-07:002009-10-20T21:36:33.561-07:00Obfuscation<span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><strong>Obfuscation is the concealment of intended meaning in communication, making communication confusing, intentionally ambiguous, and more difficult to interpret.</strong></em></span><br /><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">My son Tyler and I returned home late Sunday (ok it was like 2:30am Monday morning) from L.A. where we were filming a music video. The song is called "Obfuscation" by a band called "Between the Buried and Me" It's a acid-metal-band and being an old guy, I can't understand any of the words. </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Tyler and I play father and son in a 1950's sci-fi short movie thing that goes with the song. Kinda like "Thriller" was for some guy whose name escapes me at the moment. We had a blast and worked between 10 and 14 hour days shooting this thing but Tyler was great! (OK I thought I was good too but nobody notices the dad in these things!)</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>So here are some pics along with a couple from "<em>Karmic Currency" </em>the short movie we did in the Bay Area the week before.</strong></div><br /><div><strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6E-PiUnkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/54R1u2_87DM/s1600-h/ob8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394895608493678146" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6E-PiUnkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/54R1u2_87DM/s400/ob8.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></div><div><strong>Tyler and a Alien</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6FTIxK9CI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5R5y_evTP6s/s1600-h/Ob1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394895967454164002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6FTIxK9CI/AAAAAAAAAcA/5R5y_evTP6s/s400/Ob1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>So that's how he moved so smooth! about 12' tall!</strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6Fp23D6SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qp8fuX2tYX8/s1600-h/Ob5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896357784021282" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6Fp23D6SI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qp8fuX2tYX8/s400/Ob5.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>The evil magician</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6GMErDeZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_5LpXwCWeiA/s1600-h/ob6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896945607309714" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6GMErDeZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_5LpXwCWeiA/s400/ob6.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>Dad with his 55 Bel Aire! Awesome ride! Got to drive it for about an hour! Notice the slick hair and lack for hair under my lip???</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6GpdYmSOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Q13Dlu8BQxQ/s1600-h/kyle1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394897450456991970" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6GpdYmSOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Q13Dlu8BQxQ/s400/kyle1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>My son, the star!!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6G9Oxqc9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/uGPSL6kvhD4/s1600-h/kyle2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394897790132974546" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/St6G9Oxqc9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/uGPSL6kvhD4/s400/kyle2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>Dad almost showing off his goodies!</strong></div></div></div></div></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-90551504225759799272009-10-13T18:07:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:09:55.657-07:00Arts Council of Kern presents: Zombie High<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/StUkmKmbuAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/foT0_xk4NMQ/s1600-h/289-1254503739.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256366945220610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/StUkmKmbuAI/AAAAAAAAAbw/foT0_xk4NMQ/s400/289-1254503739.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><strong>October 22, 2009<br />7:00 PM<br />Think “Thriller” meets “Breakfast Club.” This new short feature film from participants of the Kern Film Workshop is filled with great camp moments, lots of laughs and LOTS of zombies! Filmed around Bakersfield, you’ll recognize many local landmarks and local actors. The Kern Film Workshop is a collaborative effort between the Arts Council of Kern, the Kern Regional Center, and Joey Travolta’s Inclusion Films. The workshop provides vocational training and enterprise development to film makers with developmental disabilities. The world premiere of Zombie High promises to be an entertaining evening. Support a great community effort and independent movie making at its best! Come meet the team who made it all happen: the filmmakers, the workshop leaders, and the actors (see if you can recognize them non-zombied). Doors open at 6:00PM. </strong></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-10690550760370634312009-10-06T06:34:00.001-07:002009-10-06T07:44:46.049-07:00The Seven Year Plan<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SstImTGlEqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSw_Hb7puus/s1600-h/212q.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389481201879028386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SstImTGlEqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSw_Hb7puus/s400/212q.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">In the Spring of 1981, I got a call from my pal Yez. It was a warm afternoon when he told me I needed to come over and check out this cute girl that was there. I asked who she was and he told me she was a friend of his sister. I said "your sister is only 13 years old!" He told me just come over and check her out! So I did. I remember the first time I saw her. I couldn't take my eyes off her! She was beautiful! I remember talking to her trying to act cool. That first encounter lasted only about an hour, but it was a day that changed my life. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Over the next 28 years, we had a boat load of ups and downs. We spent most of the first 20 years playing games with each other, neither of us knowing how the other "really" felt. Over those years she married another, as did I. Over those years she had children, I had children. She was never far from my thoughts, this girl with the beautiful smile. I had never felt with anyone one else, what I had felt with her from the first time I saw her. She was special. We connected, this 19 year old guy and this fresh faced 13 year old girl. I remember our first kiss. I cupped her face, looked into her eyes, and felt her lips against mine.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">I remember not looking at her, scared she would make me cry. Wondering if she would even be there, or would she hurt me like I had been hurt so many times before. I remember taking her hand, telling her how I felt. I remember gazing into the eyes of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I cupped her face, looked deep into her eyes, and felt her lips against mine. I felt such relief as I heard "I now pronounce you, husband and wife"</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Seven years ago, my life took it's best turn when Yvette Dawn Cessna became my wife. Our life has not been smooth, but with her I can get past anything.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Happy anniversary Yvette, thank you for making my life such a great adventure! </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">I LOVE YOU! </span></strong></p>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-43386302086411301862009-09-13T19:53:00.001-07:002009-09-13T20:10:01.601-07:00VICTORY<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sq2wb-lwppI/AAAAAAAAAbg/aOgZjRHV3mY/s1600-h/187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381151124481943186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sq2wb-lwppI/AAAAAAAAAbg/aOgZjRHV3mY/s400/187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Saturday, our group the Goldrush Gunslingers, entered our first parade. We walked away winning both our division and the best of parade, the sweepstakes trophy! Not bad for our first attempt!</span></strong></div><div><strong>We had everyone there except Shane and Dusty, who unfortunately had to work. That's ok tho, they can enjoy the next parade in a few weeks and hopefully enjoy another victory!</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-14844630796773552712009-09-04T21:29:00.000-07:002009-09-04T22:09:52.093-07:00RETURN OF THE HORSE NAMED SUZIE<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SqHpxrcweMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6gVtunopm0Y/s1600-h/me+and+Suzie1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377836469743286466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SqHpxrcweMI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6gVtunopm0Y/s400/me+and+Suzie1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>I'd like to start this post by saying thank you for the support my son, wife and I have received from many of you during a very difficult time. I thought of posting about it and maybe someday I will, but for now it's a subject I'd like to put behind us. Just a big thank you and on with life.</em></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"><strong>Tomorrow, I will be reunited with the equine love of my life, Suzie-Slow-Poke! It was a year ago that I donated her to Wonder Valley so she could be used for kids with special needs, girl scouts, etc. She has done very well giving out her special love to so many people, but now we get to be together if only for 5 days. </strong></span></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"><strong>In July, I auditioned for a western movie being shot in Gold Country. I landed a part and my character, Bert Wheeler, has a scene where he leaps on a trusty steed and bolts off to fetch the doc. When I read that I thought, "I so wish I could use Suzie for this". So I thought whats the worst they could say? After all I was told I could come ride her if I wanted! So I called, and after two weeks I got a call back. It was Sat. afternoon when Cheyanne brought me the phone. It was Taffy at Wonder Valley. I asked, she said it wouldn't be a problem! WHOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO!! I cleared it with the director, who thought it would be good because Suzie and I are familiar with each other, and tomorrow I pick up Suzie! It's gonna be so great! We'll be camping and I should have a couple of days where her and I get to just ride around and explore the area because 1/2 of my stuff is a night shot.</strong></span></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"><strong>I really think it will also work as a closure for me with her. When I donated her last year, it seemed to happen so fast. Made a call, seems like the next day Taffy was there and Suzie and Dolly were gone. I had a rough time watching her leave, but now I feel I'll be able to let her go when I take her back on Thurs. </strong></span></span></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></p></span><br /><em><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></strong></em><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SqHuFR_GPrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JOi4b7lq02M/s1600-h/untitledasd.bmp"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377841204551892658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SqHuFR_GPrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JOi4b7lq02M/s400/untitledasd.bmp" border="0" /></span></strong></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">But until then...it'll be...A fiery horse with the speed of sound, a cloud of dirt, and a hearty</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">HI-YO STEARLING... OUTA HERE!!!!</span></strong>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-32465492051543720412009-08-02T09:13:00.000-07:002009-08-02T09:43:17.298-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SnXAuX_0AqI/AAAAAAAAAao/araftxJn6W0/s1600-h/042w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365406434029994658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SnXAuX_0AqI/AAAAAAAAAao/araftxJn6W0/s400/042w.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>A few months back, the Gunslingers were asked if we would appear at a birthday party for a little boy. I thought "sure" and checked with other members of our group. Nobody had any objections so off we went.We did receive some razing from other people..."doing birthday party's for kids??" but we had a good time and besides there was FREE CAKE!! Can't pass up that! Last week I received this message on my blog.</strong><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong>"I'm the mom of that young birthday boy! We loved you guys, and so did everyone else. Months later people are still talking about it. It was actually Brent's 4th birthday and all he can talk about is "inviting the Gunslingers to his 5th birthday party!" You made quite positive impression on a whole lot of little ones. Thanks again!"</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>That party was six months ago and we seemed to have made a lasting impression. I remember the look in Brent's eyes when we arrived, the smiles and laughs on the faces of his friends and family. </strong></div><br /><div><strong>That's why the Goldrush Gunslingers do what we do. </strong></div><br /><div><strong>We do it so that boy or girl or man or woman, will have a memory that will last years. </strong></div><br /><div><strong>We do it to see the joy in the face of that "tough" kid in the baggy pants and the baseball cap on sideways as he lets his guard down for that split second and smiles as the cowboy trades hats with him, or the floozy flirts with him just a little.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>We do it for that elderly person who remembers the names Roy, Gene, and Hoppy and knows who they were and what they stood for.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>We do it for that person, young or old, who goes away from one of our shows and wants to know more about what they saw and heard regarding the Mussel Slough Tragedy or The Black Kid Hold-Up and decides to research it. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SnW_-w5O9gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/58s1OdR9daY/s1600-h/044w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365405616079566338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SnW_-w5O9gI/AAAAAAAAAaY/58s1OdR9daY/s400/044w.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>And we do it for kids like Brent, who just plain love cowboys. Cuz ya know what Brent? So do we!</strong></div></div></div></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-14457994603369545122009-07-20T18:18:00.000-07:002009-07-20T18:35:08.239-07:00FLASH-Zombie Update!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360720155976331234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SmUalF0-7-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/GU21qwmfMHI/s400/zombie!.bmp" border="0" /> <div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Received an e-mail, Zombie High will be having it's premier around Halloween. Mike, I'll be burning you a copy and sending it as soon as I get mine! Consider it a late birthday/early Christmas present! Or if my acting sucks, consider it a early April Fools gift!</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>In other acting news, I received an invitation to audition for a full-length western to be filmed just above my beloved Columbia Ca. Audition is this Saturday. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Wish me luck!</strong></span></div></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-22223402893216875092009-07-17T23:10:00.000-07:002009-07-18T08:25:02.561-07:00Getting up on a soapbox<strong>This post is a far cry from my usual type of posts, so if it offends you..... I dunno.<br /><br />While watching the Oakland A's game tonight (BTW they won for a change!) a commercial came on between innings. Nothing unusual about that, but this commercial made me think. Here is the commercial from youtube. I think you may need to copy and past.<br /></strong><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWS0GVOQPs0<br /><br /><strong>Now I have many problems with this ad. I understand "gay" means a homosexual person in today's "slang", but Websters dictionary defines "gay" as:<br /></strong><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>"1 a: happily excited : merry <in>b: keenly alive and exuberant : having or inducing high spirits </strong></span><a><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>2 a: bright, lively <gay>b: brilliant in color<br />3: given to social pleasures ; also : licentious<br />4 a: homosexual <gay>b: of, relating to, or used by homosexuals <the></strong></span></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>"</strong></span></em><br /><strong>By no means do I approve of bashing someone because of their beliefs or preferences and I defend your right to your opinion...but I am allowed mine too! </strong><br /><strong>In this ad, and others by the same group producing them, the person "scolding" the kids saying "gay" is butting into a conversation that had nothing to do with them. How does that person know just what text the word "gay" is being used? Is it any of their business to start with? And why is it that they can't say "it's gay" but it's ok for the outside person to insult the ones who said gay? Isn't that the same thing that the outside person is trying to stop in the first place, offending someone? I know, their using it as an example but that makes it right?</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I have a son that says "Oh Snap!" a lot! I do not hear any complaints from the buttons of the world! In the 80's, Michael Jackson had a huge hit called "Bad". If your "bad" your cool, awesome, good, not naughty! When Jeff Foxworthy makes fun of "rednecks" the world laughs! You may say he's a comedian or it's just jokes or teasing. It's still singling out a group of people and ridiculing them. And what about the Flintstones? They never complained about having "a gay ol time" in Bedrock...because of the way they use the word gay! See my point???</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>The biggest problem I have with this commercial is at the end when, in a very stern voice on the verge of yelling, I'm told to "Knock It Off!" Well excuse me, but WTF!!! Just where do these people get off telling me what I can and can not say in a private conversation? In this particular ad, the "celeb" is Wanda Sykes who I think is pretty funny in her stand up routines, but has been know...to bash a certain color of skin people. Maybe she should take her own advise? </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>I know this is not the kind of post I ever make, and I'm not sure I did a very go job expressing my opinions on it but I guess it all comes down to this.</strong><br /><strong>I DO NOT care if you like men, women, or both! I DO NOT care if your skin is considered white, black, brown, yellow, red or any other colour I forgot. I DO NOT care what you say in your own private conversations because you are ENTITLED to your opinion. I DO care if you decide to express that opinion in a threatening verbal or physical way against an innocent person and I WILL, and HAVE stepped in to to defend that person. I DO NOT believe that saying an inanimate object, which what is being done in these ads, is "gay" should be insulting to a group of people. As stated, gay has many different meanings. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>PLEASE, feel free to leave your comment about this post and I'll step down from my soapbox and close with a quote from Sir Elton John.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>"I think people should be free to engage in any sexual practices they choose; they should draw the line at goats though."<br /></strong>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-90853502581206380322009-07-13T08:07:00.000-07:002009-07-13T10:32:48.538-07:00My Pal Has a Birthday!<strong>My bestest life-long buddy has a birthday this month! HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my pal Mike!! </strong><div><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357964150949237346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SltQAfCbUmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/OIOF8GNxzlg/s400/jeff__mike_trip_011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />When we were kids, we had wagon races. We all had the little red wagons (the ones that NO kids have now!), not the ones with the wood sides or the big wheels! </strong><a href="http://thm-a04.yimg.com/image/a5c3e9ac0c39a15a"><strong><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://thm-a04.yimg.com/image/a5c3e9ac0c39a15a" border="0" /></strong></a></div><br /><div><strong>Ours were all metal! We...at least I was...into the races at Clovis Speedway because a guy by the name of Bob Cetti lived behind me and had a race car. So the gang in the neighborhood all became racers too. We had drivers and pushers (the unlucky kids that got to push the wagons with the drivers in them) and one kid who rode a scooter. It all progressed into converting big wheels into race vehicles, then bikes, then eventually into real cars...but this story is about the wagons and a hot July day.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>(Mike, if I forget or leave out something PLEASE feel free to add it! Ye Ol Gopper's memory aint what it used to be!)</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>It was the early 70's, a time of endless hot summer days for the gang in our hood! We lived on plumbs from the tree in my backyard, bing cherries from the tree next door, and kool-aid from everybodys house! The world revolved around us as we would wake up in the morning and not return home until it was dark, unless we got hungry. Our mothers didn't worry because we lived in a safe world back then. If a parent wanted their kid, all they had to do was go outside and yell his name. It would start a chain reaction of someone else yelling that name until that kid was told by another kid (because the first kid <em>never</em> heard his own parent calling) that mom or dad was calling. We would swim in our pool, play frisbee, or "the game your dad taught you". But for a few early summers, we would race. Race our wagons. We had all painted our wagons with our favorite drivers numbers on them. Mine was 74, Mikes was 37, I don't remember what Yez had but I do remember the fun we had.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>So this summer day, Yez, John Webber and his sister Lisa, Randy Hanna and a couple of other kids decided we would give Mike a surprise birthday. Lisa made a cake and we set up for the great race celebrating Mikes birthday, on Yez's driveway. Now Yez had a bigger than average driveway because of the garage being converted into a bed room. Where the garage door should have been was a brick wall about three feet high then a window. So his driveway/race track was more like a road course instead of the round track. So as time came to start the race, Mike had no clue that it was "fixed". Up to this point, he had never won a race I believe. Lisa was the flag girl (multi-talented! I wonder what ever happened to her?) and she dropped the checker flag(because that was the only flag we had, it served as the start flag, caution flag, red flag, white flag...you get the idea!) and the great race was on!</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>I lead the race for a while, driving my usual safe way while cutting off Mike every chance I got! When we got to the point of the "fix" Mike zoomed past me into the lead! Now it was a battle for 2nd between Yez and I. Well...remember that brick wall? Yez got to know it reeeeeeeeaaaaaaal good!! And more than once! (Amazing he and I are STILL friends, after all the crappy things I did to him growing up!) Mike stretched his lead and as he came around turn four(ish), Lisa dropped the white flag! I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead! I floored it (which is very hard to do with no gas peddle!)! Mike entered turn one with Ol Gop-Man closing in! DOWN the back straight we came! Closer...CLOSER!! Mike could hear my engine straining...squeezing out every ounce of horse power it had! (ok, Randy was pushing me and he was pooping out) We entered the last turn, Mike tried to block, but I countered and shot to the outside, we were neck and neck heading to the finish! Mike could see Lisa, poised with the finish flag in the air, sunlight framing it like golden statue! His wagon bumped and rubbed mine as we shot towards the finish of this historic race! Wheels turning faster than they had ever turned before as the wind whipped thru our closely cropped hair (our dad's told us it us cooler this way), eyes wider than they had ever been, knuckles were white from gripping the steering so very tight! The flag dropped as we passed the finish line and as we stopped Mike quickly turned to look back at Lisa and heard the immortal and historic words from her virgin lips........"MIKE IS THE WINNER!!"</strong></div><br /><div><strong>It all went into slow motion and Mike leaped into the air with joy! He had won! He had fought long and hard and come away with a victory! Nothing else mattered at this moment, for him or for us. For this second in time, the world was a perfect place.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Now, being as good as we were, we were worried that Mike, in all his joy, would suffer some sort of heat stroke or heart attack, so we told him he needed to cool down. The best way WE knew to do that wasn't pouring water on him, or taking him inside to the nice air-conditioned house! No Sir! He needed to put on a blindfold, to cool his eyes then the rest of him would be just fine! 10 year olds logic! He believed it! So the blindfold went on, and Lisa ran home to get the cake and candles and matches! Now we had a new problem! NONE of us were allowed to play with matches so NONE of us knew how to light one! We figured it out and burned a few fingers along the way. When Mike asked why we were saying "ow!" we told him we were burning our feet or something. At last the candles were lit, and we told Mike he had cooled down enough to remove the blindfold. It probable looked like a scene from a Charlie Brown show, with a lopsided cake made by a 10 year old in her EZ bake oven and a bunch of kids yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" then singing, but for us, at least me, it will go down as one of the best memories I have.</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SlthF84vRII/AAAAAAAAAZo/HBYR6Iensfg/s1600-h/jeff+and+mike.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357982936558683266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/SlthF84vRII/AAAAAAAAAZo/HBYR6Iensfg/s400/jeff+and+mike.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong>So HAPPY BIRTHDAY to mister Mike Young! My childhood friend, my adult friend, my blood brother, my pal! I am so happy we have been and will always be, best friends!<br /><br /></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-7708482140790822702009-07-04T09:03:00.000-07:002009-07-04T10:08:44.094-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA<strong></strong><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk9_SDCQXhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tL6L3TJx3Lk/s1600-h/800px-Declaration_independence.jpg"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638429995949586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk9_SDCQXhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/tL6L3TJx3Lk/s320/800px-Declaration_independence.jpg" border="0" /></em></strong></a><strong><em> "When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."<br /></em></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><em>"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."<br /></em></strong></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354640720806222898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk-BXY9_HDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/BRdeM_mjTuU/s400/JohnHancockSignature.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p></p><p><strong>I often wonder if the people now running the country ever <em>really</em> read these words? Could it be, these words have different meaning to different people?</strong></p><p><strong>Never the less, with all it's faults, I live in the greatest country the world has ever known and I thank God for that!</strong></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!</strong></span></p><p align="left"></p>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-57987121993819747792009-07-03T08:36:00.000-07:002009-07-03T09:56:57.480-07:00June was a bad month if your a CELEBRITY!WOW! Did anyone else notice how many celebs died in June 2009?<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Of course we lost Farrah, Michael, and Ed, and remember David Carradine (that seems like months ago) started it all on June 3rd.<br /></div><div>Here is a list of ones I know about, some you'll know the names others the face and if you don't know either...well I can't work miracles ya know!</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk40Pye82HI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Sqhc8VSzBH0/s1600-h/Gale%2520Storm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354274452844370034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk40Pye82HI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Sqhc8VSzBH0/s400/Gale%2520Storm.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Gale Storm: 04/05/1922 -06/27/2009 </div><div><br />I remember her because I enjoy old time radio</div><div><br /></div><div>on XM. She was on My Little Margie on both<br /></div><br /><div>TV and radio and later the Gale Storm Show </div><br /><br /><div>on TV. She was 87 </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4tNyGrMsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C1Y8mHxmvyU/s1600-h/fred-travalena.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354266721801417410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4tNyGrMsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/C1Y8mHxmvyU/s400/fred-travalena.jpg" border="0" /></a>Fred Travalena: 10/06/1942 - 6/28/2009</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember seeing Fred on the Donny and Marie</div><div><br /></div><div>Show in the mid 70"s (yes I was in love with </div><div><br /></div><div>Marie, I admit it!) Fred was an impressionist </div><div><br /></div><div>and comedian, and VERY funny! </div><div><br /></div><div>Known as the "Man of a Thousand Faces" He was 66.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4sLE9PkMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LDVJo41UEes/s1600-h/billy-mays.jpg"></a></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Billy Mays: 07/20/1958 - 06/28/2009<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4sLE9PkMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LDVJo41UEes/s1600-h/billy-mays.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354265575810896066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4sLE9PkMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LDVJo41UEes/s400/billy-mays.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Billy sold TONS of stuff from OxiClean to</div><div><br /></div><div>Mighty Putty! (yes I bought the mighty putty) </div><div><br /></div><div>He had a way of doing it that if you were channel</div><div><br /></div><div>surfing and came across him, you would stick</div><div><br /></div><div>(no pun intended) with him at least half of the</div><div><br /></div><div>infomercial! BUT WAIT, THAT'S NOT ALL! </div><br /><br /><div>He was only 50.</div><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4vWzllAmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7sEFCsVabng/s1600-h/harve-presnell1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354269075841548898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4vWzllAmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7sEFCsVabng/s400/harve-presnell1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Harve Presnell: 09/14/1933 - 06/30/2009<br /></div><br /><div>Ol Harve and I shared the same birthday<br /></div><div>(as did we with Clayton Moore, the Lone Ranger)<br /></div><div>altho 28 years apart. Harve had a long career but I </div><div></div><div>remember him from his role in "Paint Your Wagon" and later </div><div></div><div>appeared in the movie "Fargo" and the series "Dawson's Creek" He was 75</div></div><div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div>And although he made it through the "Celebrity Death Month" by one day, who could forget the wonderful, Karl Malden?</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354274095856835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk4z7AmfW_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/GMf6O5hnewE/s400/karl.jpg" border="0" /> <div>Karl had a spectacular career and won many Hollywood Awards. Some of his films included "On the Waterfront", "A Streetcar Named Desire" and one of my favorites "Fear Strikes Out". He also starred in the 70's on TV in "The Streets of San Francisco". And everybody knows, he NEVER left home without his American Express Travelers Cheques! A classic phrase still heard today!</div><div>Karl was born March 22 1912 and died peacefully on July 1st 2009. Mr Malden was 97 years old. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Slonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932616247605579628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7980756146892636238.post-12220113585206770642009-07-02T17:57:00.000-07:002009-07-02T19:19:43.786-07:00The Slingers<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk1l9FS0i4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/GW7nDt_36uY/s1600-h/474a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354047632080931714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk1l9FS0i4I/AAAAAAAAAXY/GW7nDt_36uY/s400/474a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>In April, my family and the Proberts attended a civil war re-enactment. Both families had other plans for the first day of the event, and both families had those plans change at the last moment. We attended and had a blast! Civil war events are fun to attend, but way more fun to participate in. Well, the San Joaquin Gunslingers had a parade scheduled for the first day of the civil war event and like I said, my family had plans with our girls softball so we told the group we would not be in the parade weeks before. Well, our softball game and picture day were rescheduled so off we went to the civil war event! The king of the gunslinger group didn't like that we went there instead of the parade and, after being charter members, told my family we were not welcome in the group anymore. What a guy! So I said "fine, maybe I'll just start my own group and give you a run for your money!" The response was "Bring it on.....best of luck to you" I think he figured we would only fail. To be honest, I really didn't have a big interest in continuing anyway. I was getting kind of tired of the lack of commitment from that group and was looking forward to having weekends off in December for the first time in like five years! </strong><div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Well, I went ahead and made a website, </strong><a href="http://goldrushgunslingers.com/"><strong>http://goldrushgunslingers.com</strong></a><strong> , and a myspace page <a href="http://www.myspace.com/goldrushgunslingers">http://www.myspace.com/goldrushgunslingers</a> , with the new group consisting of my family, the Proberts (who got a pink slip too) and Wayne Brown. Sadly, the move depleted most of the old group as these people chose to go with my group. We named the group, the Goldrush Gunslingers.</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>None of us really gave much thought in what the <em>slingers</em> would do, if anything! We did do a birthday party for a 5 year old, and received a bit of teasing for it. But what the heck, we had fun, the people at the party had fun and the mom gave us a very large donation! Win-win-win situation!</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk1k6hHcCiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/e6-x6z4TSk8/s1600-h/004u.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046488498145826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk1k6hHcCiI/AAAAAAAAAXI/e6-x6z4TSk8/s400/004u.jpg" border="0" /></a>Then one day, I received a e-mail on our web-site from the Fresno Philharmonic out of the blue! It said they were interested in talking to us about opening for them and the Sons of the San Joaquin in front of four thousand people! Ummm, sure! And we </strong></div><div><strong>were off to the races!</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>We did GREAT for the Fresno Phill, impressed the Sons and local radio man Ray Appleton and made connections! From that event has come more bookings, some I won't mention just yet until we cross all the "t's" and dot the "i's" but one is working with the Selma Pioneer Village and another is a large corporation asking us to preform for their event in September and soon you (if you live around here) may be seeing the Slingers on a T.V. near you!</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>I try not to think with the "how do you like this" attitude towards the old group, but he did issue the challenge by changing his group's name to "The One and Only...", posting what a great group he has now on his myspace page and lying about finishes in parades they entered. (Sorry, I have the proof.) As far as I'm concerned, he has his and we have ours and ours is getting more and more popular as a direct result of the hard work, and fun, we put into every show! It shows!</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>So here's to the Goldrush Gunslingers!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk1lURRk94I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eBj4TM71jQI/s1600-h/056z.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354046930922305410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZnpyzHCHDHU/Sk1lURRk94I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eBj4TM71jQI/s400/056z.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Miss Rose E. 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