Lee

When you talk into the tube, do you actually have to make any sound with your mouth, or just lip sync the notes?

"We were busy at the mall yesterday."

This is a question I answered incorrectly on an exam, and I am curious as to what the actual answer is.

Keep in mind that the literary elements are:

Simile

Hyperbole

Alliteration

Metaphor

Personification

Oxymoron

Onomatopoeia

Et cetera...

The Literary Techniques are theme, conflict, setting, and all that cal.

So I had the idea of putting together a costume for Halloween that would make me look like Alexander DeLarge from the book and later film "A Clockwork Orange". I have found a good costume, but it costs about $85. Is there any way I might be able to create it for less?

I've found a glossary, but it's difficult to find the particular word that I need to find the meaning of, as said glossary is rather lengthly. I've also found an English-Nadsat translator, but that doesn't help because I'm trying to read, not write. It doesn't have to be downloadable, online is fine. But downloadable translators are also appreciated.

I need to know the following things about the song Revolution, by The Beatles:

-What key is it played in?

-What chords are being played during the chorus (But when you talk about destruction/Don't you know that you can count me out)

So if you could lead me to an accurate tab or chords, or tell me what you think, that'd be great.

Oh, and if you answer here, you don't have to answer both questions, only one of the 2.

What do you think, does the guy who drew it have mad art skillz?

Take a look at this, tell me what you think: http://the-l1zard-k1ng.deviantart.com/#/d2t4lfe

I'm fourteen, and I want to get Red Dead Redemption. I asked my mother about it, and she said she'd be fine with me having it. The problem is that I'm obviously underage. The question here is , if my mother comes to purchase the game with me, will they allow me to buy it? Or will I have to send her in for me as a sort of ambassador?

Thanks in advance.

Can you tell that the person in this picture...:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/modrockerhippie/46931...

...is the same as the guy in this picture?

http://www.flickr.com/photos/modrockerhippie/46931...

Gracias.

Well, me and a few friends wanna start a band, but we don't have any name ideas. Yes, this is real and we're not just a bunch of losers who only know how to play Guitar Hero. Anyway, I need honest, original ideas. We're a classic rock style band, we cover old songs and write a few of our own. Maybe the name could be inspired from a line in a song? I dunno, your suggestions mean a lot to me.

Thanks, Lee.

It's kinda long, but bear with me. No grammar or spelling corrections, please:

It was seven A.M. The darkness, although it seemed to have begun only a few seconds ago started to fade to the bright light of day. Well, not actual daylight. Yellow artificial light, filtered through crosshatched glass. It took a moment for Joe’s pupils to dilate, for them to filter in the right amount of light and adjust. He looked around. The car he resided in was mostly empty, dominated only by a large African American woman who watched his slow, measured movements with staring, hateful eyes. “This stop is-Times Square: 42nd Street.” The automated voice mumbled almost incoherently. Joe sighed and got up. He looked up and saw that the large black case and cardboard sign were still on the rack above him. He picked both on the rack and carried them gingerly and sleepily out of the train.

Joe trekked to his usual spot and put his things down. He breathed deeply and coughed as he snapped the latches on the faded leather case open and lifted the top. He pulled out the instrument that lie inside, and felt its soft curve wrapped around him as it had been for years now. He ran his ancient, arthritic, callused hands tenderly over the six strings that had been there for ten years now. He set up his sign and began strumming a simple twelve bar blues riff. This riff was widely accepted as the easiest existing blues riff to play, and was used in almost every blues and rock song out there. Joe preferred to play things that could be accepted by anyone as whatever song they wanted. This got him more tips without taking people’s requests.

But alas, the fish were not biting today. The identical suits passed by. Joe noticed that there were only 7 types of suits businessmen bought. He also noticed that in each group of people that passed by, there were exactly seven people wearing each one of these seven suits, and seven people who weren’t wearing suits of any kind. Joe noticed at least seven of these groups per hour. The only people who did pull out their wallets for Joe were the ones who wore no suits. He remembered one kid that had passed by many months ago…

…I remember…It was almost…7 months and 7 days ago. At first he walked right past me, didn’t seem to take any notice. But then he backtracked as if he had dropped something, and stopped right in front of me. He listened for a moment, tapping his left foot like it was spring loaded. He then pulled something small and brown from his pocket-could it be-yes, it was-his wallet. He reached inside, kept his hand there for a few seconds, and then pulled something out. It was only one bill. I was grateful nonetheless, and thanked him. I had seen a 5 on the bill as it glided slowly into the case, but I could have sworn I saw a zero…I checked the bill, and realized that it was a 50. I ran to offer more thanks to the kid, but he was already gone. I came back to my little nook, only to find that the $50 was gone. Just gone, disappeared into thin air. I saw a man running away, and figured he was the culprit. But I didn’t go after him. Anyone who steals money from a homeless man must really need it.

One businessman stopped before Joe and listened for a moment. But his coworker told him that the train was about to leave and they had to move on. The next train didn’t leave for 15 minutes. It’s amazing how much you learn if all you have to focus on for 10 years is music and the automated voice telling you what train is arriving when.

The day passed slowly, like a nightmare that you want to wake up from but just can’t. At the end of the day, Joe looked inside the case. Seven dollars. The same amount he had almost every day. Sometimes his spare change added up to $7.07, $7.70, or even $7.77 a few times. Joe glanced at the overhead clock. It was almost midnight, an understandably dead hour in the subway station. A single man in a trench coat and sunglasses with a suitcase and a cigarette passed by and sat down next to Joe, without the fear or disgust most people had when they came within 100 feet of him. Joe turned to him and greeted him. The man greeted Joe back with a quick “Hey,” without turning his head. The man looked around absentmindedly. Joe asked the man, “What are you doing here at this hour?” The man turned towards Joe, an expression of concern behind the sunglasses that he used in an attempt to hide his face. “You a cop?” he asked, then took a long puff on the cigarette. Joe replied with a blunt “No” and continued staring into the man’s dark frames. “Good,” Said the shady man. “To tell the truth,” he continued, “I’m a dealer. I’m waiting for my client to show up.” Joe mumbled something to himself and looked around the station with the man. The two sat there in silence for a half hour, when the other man broke the silence with, “Forget it. He’s not coming, he was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago.” He stood up and was about to leave, when he looked at Joe and smiled. “How’d you like to

How do you like it so far:

It was seven A.M. The darkness that seemed to have began only a few seconds ago started to fade to the bright light of day. Well, not actual daylight. Yellow artifical light, filtered through crosshatched glass. It took a moment for Joe’s pupils to dilate, for them to filter in the right amount of light and adjust. He looked around. The car he resided in was mostly empty, dominated only by a large African American woman who watched his slow, measured movements with staring, hateful eyes. “This stop is-Times Square: 42nd Street.” The automated voice mumbled almost incoherently. Joe sighed and got up. He looked up and saw that the large black case and cardboard sign were still on the rack above him. He picked both on the rack and carried them gingerly and sleepily out of the train.

Joe trekked to his usual spot and put his things down. He breathed deeply and coughed as he snapped the latches on the faded leather case open and lifted the top. He pulled out the wooden thing that lie inside, and felt its soft curve wrapped around him as it had been for years now. He ran his ancient, arthritic, callused hands tenderly over the six strings that had been there for ten years now. He set up his sign and began strumming a simple twelve bar blues riff.

I had an interesting conversation the other day following the playing of the song Take It Back by Pink Floyd from the album The Division Bell. Do you think the song might be about the Earth, or the ocean, or whales, or something of a similar nature? You can check out the lyrics here

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/pinkfloyd/takeitbac...

Or listen to the actual song here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDH7JqF_EFg

I was wondering if anyone had owned a DELL Studio 17 computer and whether or not they liked it. I also need to know whether it had a built in webcam or microphone. Yes, I am the guy who spilled water on my laptop yesterday.

I was halfway through an extremely long and GRUELING essay when I spilled a bottle of water on my laptop. The screen then faded to white and then to black. I turned it off immediately, unplugged the cord and set it down. I used a blowdryer to clear out the water inside, and a towel to get the water on the surface. I have the following questions:

-How can I fix the laptop?

-If it does fix with no problems, will my document be recovered?

You don't have to answer both questions, only one.

Add'l Info:

It's an HP Pavillion, I believe. The operating system, if it makes any difference, is Windows XP.

I'm a big Pink Floyd fan, and when I went to purchase The Wall on iTunes today I got a special promo code that allows me to purchase presale tickets for Roger Waters performing The Wall live. I love The Wall, and while Waters isn't on the top of my list, I'd love to go. Have you seen him live? How is he live? Thanks in advance!

Mine are "Don't BS a BS-er", "Speak softly but carry a big stick", and "...The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." What are yours?

I need to find a way that would allow me to download an inattentional blindness test video-an example of one can be found here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ahg6qcgoay4

However, I need to conduct this experiment in school and the school computes do not allow me to use YouTube. So if you can find a website on which I can download a similar or the same video, it would be much appreciated.

PS-I will accept a DVD available for purchase, but preferably NOT one that costs $195.

I want to learn the solo from Don't Stop Believin' but can't find the guitar tabs. Anyone know where I can get accurate ones?

This Saturday, I can either go to see my injured friend or my other friends. I would feel guilty having to cancel either one. But I can make a strong argument for and against both- if I go see the injured one, it will be crowded with tons of younger children running around. If I go see the other two, it would be just us. But I don't know where to go. Please help!

At the beginning, there is some shouting that I can't really hear. Also, there is more shouting later on in the song. It's that part that sounds like it was spoken on a megaphone. Thanks!

Listen here:

http://www.last.fm/music/Pink+Floyd/_/Waiting+for+...