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[artyboy]

The National Football League regular season begins the weekend after Labor Day and ends in December or early January. It consists of 256 games, where each team plays 16 games during a 17-week period.

[artyboy]

1893 - Keir Hardie, a Scottish miner who had been elected MP for West Ham, set up the Independent Labour Party - a socialist propaganda society. 1900 - the Trades Union Congress set up the Labour Representation Committee (LRC) - with Ramsey MacDonald as secretary - to support working-class candidates in elections.

[artyboy]

Aphrodite. Aphrodite. In Greek mythology, Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty and sexual rapture. According to Hesiod, she was born when Uranus (the father of the gods) was castrated by his son Cronus.

[artyboy]

Many .22 LR cartridges use bullets lighter than the standard 40 gr, fired at even higher velocities. Hyper-velocity bullets usually weigh around 30 to 32 gr (1.9 to 2.1 g) and can have a muzzle velocity of 1,400 to 1,800 feet per second (430 to 550 m/s).

[artyboy]

There are a record 92 foreign players on NBA rosters to start the season hailing from 39 countries, the league announced. That is more than 20 percent of the league. The number is up from 84 players last season, and only three teams do not have a foreign player on the roster.

[Ibex]

Argh, was hoping I'd get to post a few more lyrics of the songs I'm listening to before someone else posted.

"Uncle Tommy"

Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army,
Kitted him out for danger & ferried him o’er the sea,
He threw me o’er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty,
Telling me when I were older “you’ll be just like me”,
A half a bottle o’ whisky, tattoo of a pretty lady,
Half a dozen Havana’s & his Aunties rosary,
A-thunderin’ oe’r the border, guns a-blazin’, hells a-raisin’,
“Here I am ya bastards, ye’ll no be havin’ me!”
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor,
Tommy was a ramblin’ man,
A silver blade in the dyin’ shade,
Oor Tommy was a fightin’ man!
The following December he sent a card to Auntie Annie,
Tellin’ her he were frozen half to death upon a hill,
Sick o’ the sound o’ trash cans, kickin’ in doors on dear old ladies,
Sick o’ the screamin’ babies, he had lost the bottle tae kill.
He earn’t his scars in German bars,
And breakin’ the hearts o’ the maids o’ Norway,
Trained his guns upon the Huns,
And boxed the sons o’ proud old Galway,
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor,
Tommy was a Ramblin’ man,
Quick with a pound when yer luck was down,
Oor Tommy was a Jerry can.
Early one November me Uncle Tommy left the army,
Stripped him o’ his regalia & ferried him o’er the main,
He took me by the shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty,
“bastard’s only love ye when ye’re shootin’ at yer ain!”

[Ibex]

"An Irish Pub Song"

There's a county map to go on the wall,
A hurling stick & a shinty ball,
The bric, the brac, the craic & all,
Lets call it an Irish pub,
Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap,
The Guinness pie & that cabbage crap,
The ideal wannabee Paddy trap,
We'll call it an Irish pub,

Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book,
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up & burst yer filthy mug,
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!

We'll raise the price o' beer a dollar,
We'll make em wear a shirt & collar,
We'll fly a bloody tri-colour,
And call it an Irish pub,
Jager bombs & double shots,
The underagers think its tops,
We'll spike the drinks & pay the cops,
We got us an Irish pub.

The quick one in the filthy bog,
The partin' glass across the lug,
O' the lady-O, the dirty dog,
We got us an Irish pub,
It's over to me and over to you,
We'll skip along the Avenue,
And who t'hell is Ronnie Drew?
We got us an Irish pub.

Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book,
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up & burst yer filthy mug,
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!

Plasma screens & neon lights,
Kara-farkin-oke nights,
The bouncers they can pick the fights,
We'll call it an Irish pub,
Plastic cups, a polished floor,
We'll hose the blood right out the door,
And let the knucklers back for more,
We got us an Irish pub.

Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book,
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up & burst yer filthy mug,
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!

Oh top o' the mornin', Garryowen,
Kiss me I'm Irish, Molly Malone,
Failte, Slainte, Pog ma thon,
We got us an Irish pub,
Spike the punch & strip the willow,
Strike me up the rakes o' Mallow,
The Liffey never ran so shallow,
We got us an Irish pub.

Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I swear upon the holy book,
The only 'craic' you'll get is a slap in the ear,
Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I'll up & burst yer filthy mug,
If you draw one more shamrock in me beer!

[Ibex]

"Drunken Sailor" by Happy Ol'McWeasel

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning!

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way ho and up she rises
Way ho and up she rises
Way ho and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way ho and up she rises
Way ho and up she rises
Way ho and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning!

Shave his belly with the rusty razor!
Shave his belly with the rusty razor!
Shave his belly with the rusty razor!
Earl-eye in the morning!

Shave his belly with the rusty razor!
Shave his belly with the rusty razor!
Shave his belly with the rusty razor!
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Earl-eye in the morning!

Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober!
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober!
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober!
Earl-eye in the morning!

Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober!
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober!
Put him in the longboat 'til he's sober!
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Earl-eye in the morning!

YEAH!!!!!!!!

[artyboy]

These 12 facts about music, and how they affect your brain, will astound you!

Reference

1. The chills you get when you listen to music, is mostly caused by the brain releasing dopamine while anticipating the peak moment of a song.

Dopamine is a feel-good chemical released by the brain. This chemical is directly involved in motivation, as well as addiction. These studies found a biological explanation for why music always has been such a huge part of emotional events around the world since the beginning of human history.(source)

[artyboy]

With Functional Magnetic Resonance Imaging (FMRI), a research team recorded a group of individuals who were listening to music. They found that listening to music recruits the auditory areas, and employs large-scale neural networks in the brain. In fact, they believe music can activate emotional, motor, and creative areas of the brain.(source)