lol ok.....ill supply spoons.

Spooner sounds good to me!

Good intro.......

I think you may just about fit in here Uncle Ken.

I always looked at his av and thought it was yellow (leuang) ken, not loong ken & could never work it out!

Good intro.......

I think you may just about fit in here Uncle Ken.

I always looked at his av and thought it was yellow (leuang) ken, not loong ken & could never work it out!

I don't mind what you call me, so long as it is not late for dinner !

Nice to have another Bethlehem newbie aboard, Ken - welcome!

Ping

(Permanent Resident Newbie)

Greetings to all. Newbie checking in to say hello to everyone here at Bedlam with some useless info that best serves as cannon fodder.

66 year old Yank

California and Hawaii are home

Spend 3 or 4 months in Thailand every year

Retired Airline pilot and current businessman

Favorite pastimes are playing sports, flying and my wife

One of my few claims to fame or disgrace (depending on how you see it ) is that in 50 years of being a pilot , I have somehow managed not to kill myself or ding an airplane although I must admit that I have scared myself sh*tless several times ! Spend much of my time flying airplanes upside down these days so you might say my future is still looking up.

My other claim to fame or disgrace is that my wife is 36 years younger than me which is probably near the upper limits here on TV. Don't laugh because it is a pretty good deal for me having a beautiful highly educated young wife that is supporting me in the style to which I have been accustomed as I enter into retirement and 'middle' age.

You started flying when you were 16 and have never dented one ........ I am suitably impressed.

Greetings to all. Newbie checking in to say hello to everyone here at Bedlam with some useless info that best serves as cannon fodder.

66 year old Yank

California and Hawaii are home

Spend 3 or 4 months in Thailand every year

Retired Airline pilot and current businessman

Favorite pastimes are playing sports, flying and my wife

One of my few claims to fame or disgrace (depending on how you see it ) is that in 50 years of being a pilot , I have somehow managed not to kill myself or ding an airplane although I must admit that I have scared myself sh*tless several times ! Spend much of my time flying airplanes upside down these days so you might say my future is still looking up.

My other claim to fame or disgrace is that my wife is 36 years younger than me which is probably near the upper limits here on TV. Don't laugh because it is a pretty good deal for me having a beautiful highly educated young wife that is supporting me in the style to which I have been accustomed as I enter into retirement and 'middle' age.

Good to see a fellow pilot on the board - however my piloting record is a drop in the ocean compared to yours..... PPL - never progressed past constant speed though, Oh to own one of those new Maverick four seat twin turbofans....

J.J. Welcome,

As you seem to have done a bit of sky driving perhaps you can answer a question for me, when you're doing rolls and stuff like what your avatar is doing, do the windscreen wipers go quicker when you put your foot on the brakes ?

Ah, vacuum powered windscreen wipers. Maybe he flew something like a Handley Page 42 (nice passenger jobby)?

Good to see a fellow pilot on the board - however my piloting record is a drop in the ocean compared to yours..... PPL - never progressed past constant speed though, Oh to own one of those new Maverick four seat twin turbofans....

Soundman--You have great taste in aircraft. Maverick jets costing only 850,000 to 1.25 mil USD are a great deal. Great concept but I am not sure if they have ever actually put one on the market yet as the last I heard they were just taking pre-production orders. My choice would be the Maverick Seajet model as I really enjoy flying seaplanes. PM me when you get yours so I can go for a ride with you.

As you seem to have done a bit of sky driving perhaps you can answer a question for me, when you're doing rolls and stuff like what your avatar is doing, do the windscreen wipers go quicker when you put your foot on the brakes ?

Who's looking out the windscreen-I've got my eyes closed !

When I was born my mother was in a coma. She was found unconscious at a Vancouver seaport. No identification and no witnesses. It was assumed she was taken from a ship, someone else's problem. The hospital record states: 98 pounds, adult female, Asian descent. My birthday is Nov 11^th 1946 – Remembrance Day, except nobody remembers a thing.

I was adopted soon after my birth. My earliest memories were as normal as anyone else's. I grew up with two older brothers in a late 40's western Canadian farm. My birth mother died shortly after my delivery, she never woke up. I suspect someone helped her go.

I guess you could say she did the best she could for me, even if staying alive was all she could do. I think she must have been strong in her short life.

At first I thought I was just like my brothers, but as the days went by I became aware that I was different. My brothers had red hair and couldn't handle the sun, I had black hair and a decidedly Asian appearance. My parents handled it well though, and I didn't have a problem with being adopted. It was much later in life when I looked into my roots.

I did ok in school, but I was more interested in hockey. In 1967 the Earth stood still as the Leafs won the Stanley Cup, beating my rookie-year teammates the Chicago Blackhawk's. I wasn't a star player, but I was on the team and I got my chance to hoist Lord Stanley's mug and drink and scream and yell till my voice quit.

That was a hard moment to replace. A string of injuries eventually put me out of professional hockey. An addiction to prescription drugs became an open door to the 60's & 70's madness that swallowed a good portion of my youth. I was a male model in Manhattan: my mixed blood gave me dashing looks, and my moderate celebrity opened doors. But my life was a mess and it wasn't long before it all came crashing down.

It was 1975 before I did anything useful again; I got an honest job as a mechanic and eventually started to solve my own problems. 10 years later I had my own garage and a second wife. The first one hardly counted as neither of us can remember much of that short relationship.

By the 90's I was more interested in investments. In 1997 my bank manager suggested a promising new company called Bre-X. The gold mining company was a hoax, but the profits at the beginning were astronomical. I sold enough of my shares before it crashed to ensure myself a nice retirement. I let the rest ride, and it vanished just like it had arrived, overnight. I was much more fortunate than most.

I retired in 2000 when my wife died and now I work with persecuted Christian groups in Asia, my home is Thailand, but I am often out of town.

Camuckamuck, you are most welcome. I have read many of your posts in Buddhist forum and always appreciate your intelligent replies.

I hope you enjoy it here in the madhouse!

Well I was trying to have a bit of fun here but once again my odd sense of humor was out of place. Almost none of that story I just told is true. Especially not me being born 1946. Any how, Thank you Suegha for your kind words. I too look forward to your comments on spiritual matters.

I can say that I do work in support of several underground Christian organizations in countries where people are not allowed freedom of religion. Thailand is near many of them, but it is a very free so it is a good place to call home.

So what is the real Canuckamuck story? Go on, you can tell us; you know it makes sense...

So what is the real Canuckamuck story? Go on, you can tell us; you know it makes sense...

Yes, I'd like to know too!

WELCOME to PingPenPal what-his-name?

His name is 'Canadian-Out-Of-Control' (or something like that...).

Ok, You have been good to me so I will share my story, but it comes as a dire warning.

After one thousand years of life beneath the sea, my father Oishi, King of Atlantis, permitted me to join the Atlantian Overground. The AO is a special force, dedicated to the protection of our city nation. I was trained for half a century in a hidden bay on Lahn Island. The last five years of my training were entirely on land. Tragically my gills were damaged by an air-born infection. It was determined by the Elder Council that I should stay over ground indefinitely. My mission: To infiltrate the world of breathers.

I received this message by sea-mail; this is the only contact I have with my home. I walk among you breathers. I have learned your ways and I know your secrets. You know me only as anonymous seller of fried seafood, roaming the beach day after day. You do not know that many evenings I have crept into your famous metropolis.

Your capital city of Pattaya is full of foolishness and I know that your men are vulnerable to flattery and long black hair. Your females appear to have all of the advantages, obviously they are in control. You don't know this but they rule over you by putting intoxicants in your drink and with silly talk that makes you forget any lessons you have learned.

I have recorded my observations and I have sent an encoded message to the Elder Council. Operation Hansum Man will strike soon; you will not be able to defend yourselves against it, One day walking street will be Swimming Street. We shall control the tailor shops and the DVD pirates will be our slaves.

I only say this now in Bedlam, that some of you elite scribes, might be saved. This is my last act of kindness. You have been warned!

Yip ....... I knew he'd fit in

Thanks for the 'heads up' canuckamuck! It's good to know the truth.

Ok, You have been good to me so I will share my story, but it comes as a dire warning.

After one thousand years of life beneath the sea, my father Oishi, King of Atlantis, permitted me to join the Atlantian Overground. The AO is a special force, dedicated to the protection of our city nation. I was trained for half a century in a hidden bay on Lahn Island. The last five years of my training were entirely on land. Tragically my gills were damaged by an air-born infection. It was determined by the Elder Council that I should stay over ground indefinitely. My mission: To infiltrate the world of breathers.

I only say this now in Bedlam, that some of you elite scribes, might be saved. This is my last act of kindness. You have been warned!

Hi! hey, I dunno when exactly you served, but did you know Gilliam?

He used to play the Octupet in the AO marching band, and could drink like a fish.

You are not alone.

Ok, You have been good to me so I will share my story, but it comes as a dire warning.

After one thousand years of life beneath the sea, my father Oishi, King of Atlantis, permitted me to join the Atlantian Overground. The AO is a special force, dedicated to the protection of our city nation. I was trained for half a century in a hidden bay on Lahn Island. The last five years of my training were entirely on land. Tragically my gills were damaged by an air-born infection. It was determined by the Elder Council that I should stay over ground indefinitely. My mission: To infiltrate the world of breathers.

I only say this now in Bedlam, that some of you elite scribes, might be saved. This is my last act of kindness. You have been warned!

Hi! hey, I dunno when exactly you served, but did you know Gilliam?

He used to play the Octupet in the AO marching band, and could drink like a fish.

You are not alone.

Don't you mean Gillagan?

Well he might as well run amuck here as anywhere else...

Well he might as well run amuck here as anywhere else...

At least we can keep an eye on him

Ok, You have been good to me so I will share my story, but it comes as a dire warning.

After one thousand years of life beneath the sea, my father Oishi, King of Atlantis, permitted me to join the Atlantian Overground. The AO is a special force, dedicated to the protection of our city nation. I was trained for half a century in a hidden bay on Lahn Island. The last five years of my training were entirely on land. Tragically my gills were damaged by an air-born infection. It was determined by the Elder Council that I should stay over ground indefinitely. My mission: To infiltrate the world of breathers.

I only say this now in Bedlam, that some of you elite scribes, might be saved. This is my last act of kindness. You have been warned!

Hi! hey, I dunno when exactly you served, but did you know Gilliam?

He used to play the Octupet in the AO marching band, and could drink like a fish.

You are not alone.

Soundman's right it was Gillagan, and don't spread this around but his mother was a sea sponge.

I mean Gillagans mother, not Soundman's.

Ok, You have been good to me so I will share my story, but it comes as a dire warning.

After one thousand years of life beneath the sea, my father Oishi, King of Atlantis, permitted me to join the Atlantian Overground. The AO is a special force, dedicated to the protection of our city nation. I was trained for half a century in a hidden bay on Lahn Island. The last five years of my training were entirely on land. Tragically my gills were damaged by an air-born infection. It was determined by the Elder Council that I should stay over ground indefinitely. My mission: To infiltrate the world of breathers.

I only say this now in Bedlam, that some of you elite scribes, might be saved. This is my last act of kindness. You have been warned!

Hi! hey, I dunno when exactly you served, but did you know Gilliam?

He used to play the Octupet in the AO marching band, and could drink like a fish.

You are not alone.

Don't you mean Gillagan?

Ah! You probably from the generation before me then. Gillagan was Gilliam's Dad.

I made it in here by the skin of my chinny chin chin.

I have a rather large warning level which by no means is deserving....I did not do it, none of it, not my fault.

I do have a pet stalker though, he likes melons.

I live in Bangkok in a not so noisy house but it has a noisy occupant.

The thing I would like to know the most....is how to get the threat level down if I promise to be good, extra good, so good it will have cream on it.

thats me.

I just found this thread by way of the fart thread. Slightly disappointed in the fact that favourite botty burp smells were not brought up, or thrown up. I prefer the slightly fetid cauliflower aroma. Guaranteed to clear a room.

Anyway I'm an Ex-brit living in Issan. You can't miss me, i'm nearly always on a bike and i have a huge pair of rose tinted specs that only come off when i want the missus to get really angry with me. Especially handy when i decide i don't want to have sex for a week!

Unlike MrSquigle i don't have a stalker but if anyone knows where i can find one i would be eternally grateful.

Weekdays are my favourite days apart from weekends, the're funny.

you can have my stalker if you want....or I can rent him out if anyone else wants him.....he is cheap, stalks for melons.

Whats this about no sex for a week...sacrilege

on ya bike...