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How to tell when you are an a$$h01e The people in the car with you when you are getting jacked up, take the time to give a devil horns (possibly Horns Up) to the camera as you whine your way into the back of the patrol vehicle #LivePD #BadFriend #BoomerSooner https://t.co/yGjNV20U3X
PPL BE BLOWIN THEY HORNS AND TALKING SHIT TO ME IN TRAFFIC 😂😭 THEY DON’T GOT NO IDEA THIS THE DEVIL IN THIS CAR
D-d-d-darker now, kicked out and sleeping in your car You roll the window down (Oh-oh) Enough to dream and make-believe Our lights knocked out, turned upside down And I'm just a stupid motherfvcker, can't figure it out I want devil horns, I wanna breathe in your rush (!!)
Just belched the same moment a neighbor revved up their loud car. I threw Devil Horns & headbanged for naturally-occurring metal.
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What is the most racist thing someone has said to you as an Asian?
“Hey Bali Bomber getting Greensie now huh?” (“Greensie” refers to Greensborough, a suburb in Melbourne, Australia) This happened about 2 weeks after the 2005 Bali Bombings while waiting for the bus to go to uni from 2 white kids about 15 who clearly should be at school at that time of the day, but wasn’t. And another time I was walking on the street in same suburb, this station wagon with 4 men in their 20s pulled alongside the footpath, 2 of them on the passenger side rolled their windows down and one of them belted out “you fucking black devil go home” and I just stood there and was like wow WTF but didn’t say a thing (didn’t want to escalate it any further, 4 white men against a lone Asian isn’t exactly a fair contest) and before I come to sense what has just happened they have already made a u-turn coming back towards me, the driver was yelling “gooky ching chong” and other were making “ding dong dang” noises as they made their exit. Considered going to the cops to report the incident but its probably no use anyway, knowing the Victoria Police I’ll probably be laughed out of the door…. Other than that cold stares, beeping car horns and hand gestures are pretty regular occurrences. Don’t know if this is area-specific but I do often go to the CBD and other suburbs to catch up with friends and to kill time generally. Although I do encounter occasional racism elsewhere, mostly in a more subtle form like a slight cough or sigh while walking by and very rarely gets vocal.
What Van Halen song had the best intro?
It’s gotta be the intro to the very first song, the mind-blowing start to RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL. The song was always a gem, but the famous intro was a crazy creation that had input from producer Ted Templeman, KISS star Gene Simmons as well as the band. Check out the original version WITHOUT the legendary intro. Good, but not the punch to the gut intro the first song on a debut album deserves. So they experimented with an unusual sound to punch it up. The legendary noise at the beginning of the finished, masterpiece version is a collection of car horns. The horns were taken from the band’s own cars, including Alex’s Opel, Eddie’s Volvo, a Mercedes Benz and a Volkswagen. The horns were mounted in a box and powered by two car batteries, with a foot switch to turn them on and off. The same idea was first used during the band’s club sets and appeared on the Gene Simmons Demo on House of Pain, sounding after each verse. On the demo the horns also acted as a segue to Runnin’ with the Devil. When they got into the studio with master producer Ted Templeman, he reworked those horned to create a sound like an alien spaceship landing on Earth, much in the way the band was about to unleash a sound alien to rock before 1978. Listen to the incredible power of this insane sound, and how it screamed look at me as the greatest debut album in history launched into the 1st track of the record. After the crazy horns run, they stop…and the song goes stark to the killer, ominous bass of Michael Anthony, followed by the pounding drums of Alex, then the incendiary guitar of Eddie, and finally the banshee wail of Diamond Dave. Each of the payers gets a quick moment to shine as it all explodes into the track. SO INCREDIBLE!!!
What are some amazing pictures?
• The Super moon in a radio telescope. • A galactic tennis ball. • An Italian beach. • Forests without end, Russia. • Birdy hurricane. • Rango plays guitar. • Autumn and winter meet in Colarando,USA • A toothy sea. • ,A Statue of Christ covered with corals at the bottom of the Atlantic near Key Largo island, USA,. • A heart surgeon after 23 hours - long ( successful) heart transplant. His assistant is sleeping in the corner. • Playing with sun. • Feeling sleepy. • Eye of drain sink. • Headless gymnast. • Devil horn. • Moving car with hands. That's amazing!! •Jesus juggling plane. Thanks for reading till end. I guess you found them amazing as well. Image source: ,Google Images:-)
What’s was your personal “Mom! Get the camera!” moment?
I almost passed on this question, then it hit me. A blast from the past. A memory so strong that I laughed out loud when I thought of it. I grew up as an Army Brat. We, the family, followed my dad all over the world, from one station to the next. But when I was around 12 years old, my dad got his orders for Vietnam, and for the first time, the family had to stay behind. My parents are from South Texas, both grew up in the same area, they were high school sweethearts. Vacations and holidays were spent in Texas, if it was at all possible to get there from where we were stationed. My brothers and I spent many boring hours in the back seat of the car as my dad sped down the highway toward his old stomping grounds. But when we arrived, oh Texas, sweet Texas, we three kids were showered with love and attention by our relatives, and at last we were free to run around the country side, oh how we loved the country life. So it was only natural that my parents found us a place to live close to “home” while my dad did his tour in Vietnam. Looking back, I can see that those days were long and the nights were endless for my dear mother. She and my dad were “attached at the hip” as Mom used to say. This was the first time in many years that they were forced to live apart. And she had three young kids to raise: Me, 12 years old. Mike, 11 years old and Dale, 9 years old. We were basically good, well behaved kids, did well in school and respected our elders. (At that particular time in our lives, my brothers and I used to sing together. We sounded pretty good, too, and so our proud relatives were always asking us to sing a song for them, and we always belted one out. Fun times.) Texas summers were hot. I mean you could see waves of heat rising off the potato patch, and our house wasn’t air conditioned. Afternoons were stifling, and even took the energy out of three healthy, active kids. We would mope around in the house, and mom heard a litany of, “I’m boooored. Why does it have to be so hot?”. The heat prickled our moods and we couldn’t stand one another and picked on each other until my mom would say, “Let’s go swimming in the creek”. That improved our mood instantly. We would be in our bathing suits with towels in hand in a flash. The Coleto Creek Bridge, or as we called it, The Big Bridge, was a few miles down the road from our house. There was sand, and huge boulders covered in moss that we could jump into the water from, and of course a swimming hole that was pretty darn deep and blissfully cool. Mom would drive down to a parking area near the bridge, and park in the shade with the windows down and read magazines or write letters to my dad while we made a beeline for the water down a little path that was smooth from all the feet running toward the water for many years. The path went through the middle of a sticker patch, so we were always careful going barefoot. One afternoon we had gone swimming and had been there for a good while, when we heard the car horn. That was our signal to make our way back to the car when it was time to go home. There was no dilly-dallying when we heard that horn, woe be unto us if we ignored the sound and continued to play in the creek, causing our mother to come looking for us. So we got out of the water, got our towels and started carefully walking back up the path to the car and our mother. Mike’s feet were especially tender, because he refused to go barefooted except to swim. His little skinny legs were whiter than white because he refused to wear shorts, except to swim. Dale and I went barefoot all the time and we wore shorts in the Texas heat, but not Mike. He wore shoes and jeans year round. So there we were, headed up the trail, Mike in the lead, then Dale, then me; we tippy-toed because we were watching for wayward sticker burrs on the path. Suddenly, Mike stopped in his tracks, and started slowly backing up. And then I saw it. A great big old water moccasin laying in the path, basking in the sun. Now what were we going to do. We huddled together, the car horn blew again (uh-oh) and we were stuck on the path on the other side of an unmoving venomous snake, and a big one at that. We were not going to go around the thing, because that was a mean sticker patch. Then Mike had an idea. He noticed a good sized rock laying beside the path. He reached over and picked it up and tippy-toed toward the snake, holding the rock way out in front of his body, his skinny arms shaking with the effort of holding so much weight way out in front of him. Dale and I stood watching in fear, my heart was in my throat, and just as Mike dropped that rock on the snake, I caught sight of Momma headed down the trail to drag our disobedient butts up to the car. The rock seemed to move in slow motion when Mike dropped it, and when it hit the ground and missed the snake, everything seemed to stop. Then it happened. That damn snake reared up it’s ugly head, and looked at Mike, Mike looked at it, and then he turned and took off running. The head end of that snake literally came up off the ground and as Dale, Mom and I stood frozen as statues, took off after Mike. I will never forget how fast that boy ran, as he whizzed past Dale and I standing on the path, his little legs were just a blur of white, and he kept glancing over his shoulder at the snake chasing him as he headed down to the water. I remember thinking he was going into the creek, and this was a water moccasin, so water was the last place he should escape to. Mike ran like the devil himself was chasing him, and at the last possible second, he veered away from the water and ran down the sandy shore. To our disbelief, the snake actually stopped chasing him, and went slithering into the water. Oh my God. I took in a great gulp of air, as I realized I had been holding my breath as my brother ran for his life. And then it hit me. I couldn’t stop it. It welled up in my stomach and made it’s way up my throat, and I tipped my head back and started laughing harder than I have ever laughed in my life. My laughter echoed in the hot summer sun, and I couldn’t stop. Mike came up to me and just stopped and stared at me as I absolutely haw-hawed uncontrollably. He didn’t smile, and he was red faced and breathing hard as I snorted and sniffed and wiped away tears of laughter. It was not funny at all, really. Moccasins are very dangerous snakes and had Mike been bitten, he would have been a very sick young boy, and could have even died. But the memory of those white legs and the expression on his face as he kept glancing over his shoulder at the snake who was, unbelievably chasing him, had me bent over holding my stomach, laughing with every bit of energy I had left in me. My mother’s face was as white as a sheet, having just watched her boy child run for his very life. We all silently made our way back to the car, climbed in and Mom headed down the road toward home. About a mile down the road, the silence was broken by a giggle. I don’t know who it was that giggled, but pretty soon all four of us were laughing and talking excitedly, telling and retelling the scene we had just witnessed. I never knew a snake would chase a person, but come to find out, it happens. Usually when we got home from the creek, we were exhausted and took a nap before supper. But not that day. Oh no, our adrenalin was pumping, and we couldn’t be still. My grandpa came for supper that night and we regaled him with the story of the snake chasing Mike all the way down to the water’s edge; I can still hear my grandpa’s laughter lifting the roof off the house, he laughed til he cried and his gold front tooth was flashing in the light. None of us ever forgot that day, and the story became legend in our neck of the woods. Did we swim at the creek again? Heck yeah we did. But we always wore tennis shoes down to the water, in case we ever had to cut through the sticker patch. One snake race was enough. Man, if only my mom had a video camera that fateful day!!!!
What is the scariest sound, and in what context has it the greatest impact for you?
I've got a "different things for different people" answer: For someone with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder)[1] people beeping their car horns, tyres skidding, gunfire and other loud noises produce an immediate fear response. There were a few cases in aviation history where thrust reversors were engaged mid-flight (tearing the plane apart)[2]. I'd say the flight engineer crapped himself when he heard that begin. For Jews in hiding during WW2, the sound of boot-steps stopping outside a door was traumatic in the extreme. During the first world war, ANZAC troops at Gallipoli charged the Turkish machine guns in waves. The officers launched each wave by blowing a whistle. Each wave after the first were certain they were going to their death. Gallipoli is the defining war remembrance event in Australia. Master filmmaker Peter Weir used the whistle to link the childhood and death of his protagonist in the great film "Gallipoli".[3] I only have one other scary sound to propose: If your daughter is possessed by the devil, then the sound of her coming down the stairs like a crab is quite disconcerting.[4] Refs: 1. ,http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder, 2. ,http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrust_reversal, 3. ,http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gallipoli_(1981_film), 4. ,http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Exorcist_%28film%29
What do you tell a child that asks you how you know that God is real?
What do you tell a child that asks you how you know that God is real? I would answer them honestly and tell them that there is no evidence that a god or gods exist, assuming it was my child and they were old enough to understand such concepts. Of course, I wouldn’t spend time talking with my child about a god or gods unless they asked. If they asked, I would explain that the ,idea, of a god is something that many people claim to have, but like Sponge Bob Square Pants, the idea doesn’t exist in reality. If it did, you wouldn’t be asking this question, now would you? Think about it. Your child ask about a car, you can show them a car. But your god? Not so much. You can’t show it to a child. You ,can, terrify them with the constant surveillance and proposed punishment aspect of this concept. You can tell them how awful humans are and how they need to be saved from themselves, removing all sense of self worth and dignity from that child. You can explain how they have no hope of ever being perfect so always remember to suck up to this god to get that ticket to heaven. Show them little cartoons about how Donald Duck goes to hell because he’s a jerk to his nephews. A few pitchforks, some flames and devils horns should be enough to terrify a child into believing. If you don’t like Donald, there are hundreds of cartoons that show their characters spending time in a hell with a horned devil. The concept is splattered all over our media. I don’t know how anyone can miss it. It worked on me. The nightmares were vivid and there was no hope of ever being “good enough” to please this god. On second thought, are you sure you want to do this to your child or any child?
What animals can mimic sounds? What animals can mimic human speech?
Several years ago while in my rural yard I kept hearing a telephone ring while I was outdoors. Thing was I did not have mine on me, was in the house. Also at various times I would hear all manner of odd sounds and it had me very puzzled until one day I sat very still and looked around me, very, very carefully. Eventually I spotted a small brown bird and as I watched the lil devil, it let out a sound exactly like a phone ringing, this old time phone ring, which is coincidentally the ringtone on my poor old cell phone. As I kept an eye on this character it began to recite it’s very large library of sounds. After doing some studying I realized it was a catbird and they excel at mimicry. Not long after spotting the bird, I had a fellow I know drive into my yard and honked his horn of his truck, hooooonk, honnnnk, honk. Two longs and a short. Well that evening as I tried to sleep I kept hearing yon catbird whom must have settled for the night in the large evergreen tree outside of my bedroom window. It was quietly practicing it’s newly discovered sound, hoooooonk, honnnnk, honk. Following morning my daughter asked, dad did you hear that car horn last night? I wonder what was going on? I smiled and thought, should I tell or leave her to wonder like I did…. I shared with her my discovery. Very interesting birds, the male will learn a song library to impress the female cowbird . Always eager to learn new sounds and show what a bird of the world it is. Funny. Have not heard it in a few years, wish it would come back, kept things interesting.
What are the different ways your horns come in handy?
Well, there's the devil horn filter on my phone. That's pretty useful for selfies when I'm feeling kinda… ,horny?, Oh god, did I just say that? Well, you gotta admit there's something about the devil. A serving of power with a side dish of taboo. I put it on other people's pictures too just to try it out for size - if it fits too well I get nervous! Then there's the horn on my car. I don't think I've ever used that one. My reactions aren't the best and by the time I've noticed “hey, that person is about to slam into me, I really should beep my horn” I'll probably already be transmorphing into a bloody mass of severed limb and crumpled metal. That, incidentally, is why I hate driving! Of course I seem to be perpetually caught in the horns of a dilemma too. That's just my life. Fear and indecisiveness have much to answer for. Those kind of horns aren't particularly useful, although they do give me something to contemplate. Then there's the horn that I talk on. I don't very often though. I'm more of a messaging kind of girl. Still, it's useful when I want to chase people up with more immediacy — because if I want something, I want it ,now! ,See those devil horns again? My partner hates them, but I have a ,lot, of sympathy for the devil… and I also love that song! So, where was I? Horns? The horn I'd still like to get my hands on is a real nice drinking horn. Very handy for rounding off the day in my preferred way. Useful things, horns. Useful indeed!
Since most car horns have 2 dissonant notes, why aren’t they a more pleasant interval like a 5th or major 3rd?
Because they are meant to get attention - so an accident is avoided. Often the musical interval used is greatly dissonant - called ‘the devil in music’ - a diminished fifth.
What is the best opening song on a band’s debut album?
There’s some great ones. Van Halen - Running with the Devil. The car horns set the tone we were in for something different. Dio- Stand Up and Shout. We all knew Dio from Black Sabbath but we had no idea he and Vivian were about to kick our teeth in. Led Zeppelin- Good Times Bad Times. Turns out, we got 8 albums of awesomeness without any bad. Eagles - Take it Easy. This song will be played until there are no more people left to listen. Guns N Roses - Welcome To The Jungle. YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?? We were about to find out.
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