tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68283819607288279182023-07-17T21:55:43.641-07:00Beautiful Mamas!You are so beautiful, to me....Can't you see...
For me girls ...
Loves
Peace
Happiness
CoysDockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005453713543880265noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828381960728827918.post-1753031528864612962012-10-21T14:46:00.001-07:002013-07-05T17:56:58.370-07:00I Gist you not...one of my dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Years ago, before CGI.....<br />
When monitors were big dark, you were happy if the text was able to change to orange and green.<br />
Yes, remember those days.<br />
Many moons ago (<i>hehehe</i>) I had a dream, one of those that you never forget. </div>
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I dreamt I was sitting at a computer, I turned it off, got up and proceeded to the television and turned it off. I then sat down on my couch when all of sudden my printer prints out a line of symbols.</div>
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As I'm looking at it the monitor screen comes on, it is filled with clouds and a pretty blue sky, then a face appears, it is some guy with glasses. I later recognize him as Bill Gates, or a man resembling the man we know as Bill . He smiled and then proceeded to tell me that I could talk to the dead by using Windows. Everything I ever wanted to know, everyone I wanted to talk to and learn about, I could obtain through Windows. It was a WINDOW to the other dimensions, if used properly. Then I awoke.</div>
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Weird, yes!</div>
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It wasn't long after that I became involved in changing from main frame dinosaur (IBM s34 ) to a PC format, then later implemented a program for a computer in each tribal home. I could go on but that is not the story.<br />
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Weirder...<br />
Was that I had never forgot that dream, never told anyone but my journal, never really gave it too much thought until one night . I was kneeling next to my couch putting my laptop in the briefcase for recharging, when the PC screen in the living room flickered. Immediately followed by the printer spitting out a sheet of hearts and circles. <br />
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I GIST YOU NOT.</div>
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CoysDockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005453713543880265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828381960728827918.post-25939302347692520632012-09-25T08:20:00.001-07:002012-09-25T08:20:42.416-07:00Lil_frogg RezKidz<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/He6WdUHhudI?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>CoysDockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005453713543880265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828381960728827918.post-25063058989511358912012-03-21T11:08:00.001-07:002012-03-21T11:08:24.132-07:00Tulalip Bay Forum - Topix<a href="http://www.topix.com/forum/city/tulalip-bay-wa#.T2oY3njs8aA.blogger">Tulalip Bay Forum - Topix</a>CoysDockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005453713543880265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6828381960728827918.post-30282861175457023302012-03-18T22:23:00.002-07:002012-03-19T09:25:19.955-07:00How do you sleep?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><div>Beds Are Burning - Midnight Oil </div><div>Lyrics</div><div>Out where the river broke</div><div>The bloodwood and the desert oak</div><div>Holden wrecks and boiling diesels</div><div>Steam in forty five degrees</div><div>The time has come</div><div>To say fair's fair</div><div>To pay the rent</div><div>To pay our share</div><div>The time has come</div><div>A fact's a fact</div><div>It belongs to them</div><div>Let's give it back</div><div>How can we dance when our earth is turning</div><div>How do we sleep while our beds are burning</div><div>How can we dance when our earth is turning</div><div>How do we sleep while our beds are burning</div><div>The time has come to say fairs fair</div><div>To pay the rent, now to pay our share</div><div>Four wheels scare the cockatoos</div><div>From Kintore East to Yuendemu</div><div>The western desert lives and breathes</div><div>In forty five degrees</div><div>The time has come</div><div>To say fair's fair</div><div>To pay the rent</div><div>To pay our share</div><div>The time has come</div><div>A fact's a fact</div><div>It belongs to them</div><div>Let's give it back</div><div>How can we dance when our earth is turning</div><div>How do we sleep while our beds are burning</div><div>How can we dance when our earth is turning</div><div>How do we sleep while our beds are burning</div><div>The time has come to say fair's fair</div><div>To pay the rent, now to pay our share</div><div>The time has come, a fact's a fact</div><div>It belongs to them, let's give it back</div><div>How can we dance when our earth is turning</div><div>How do we sleep while our beds are burning</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a political song about giving native Australian lands back to the the Pintupi, who were among the very last people to come in from the desert. These 'last contact' people began moving from the Gibson Desert to settlements and missions in the 1930s. In 1981 they left to return to their own country and established the Kintore community in the Kintore Ranges.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Midnight Oil performed this in front of a world audience of billions, including Prime Minister John Howard, at the closing ceremony of the 2000 Sydney Olympics. The whole band were dressed in black, with the words "sorry" printed conspicuously on their clothes. This was a reference to the Prime Minister's refusal to apologize, on behalf of Australia, to the Aboriginal Australians for the way they have been mistreated over the last 200 years.</div><div><br /></div></span>CoysDockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14005453713543880265noreply@blogger.com0