Subject: hungarian question
Hi Gene !
Beszelsz meg MAGYARUL ?
Response from Gene:
Ygen.
Hello, Gene
While I was looking through your website, I clicked on Ladies in Waiting and couldn't helpbut being curious. All of them are so young and I was wondering how come you don't have older Ladies in Waiting. Is there a reason for you not to post older women? I showed it to my husband. You know what he said, I look darn pretty good for a 43 year old woman with 2 kids and much more attractive than they are. I hope I didn't offend you in any way, just wanted to point out that older women could look good as well as young ones.
Happy Holidays to you and your family,
Inna,
MA
Response from Gene:
Well, first things first.
Stop saying "older women" -- that phrase tortures you and all women. So, get rid of it.
And, we post Ladies that send in their fotos. Most of them.
If you want in, send.
Hey Gene!!!! Is it true that you played bass for Van Halen's song ' JAMIE'S CRYIN'?
Response from Gene:
No.
Who's the greatest rocker who ever lived?
Gene: I pick YOU.
(With love - - Ross)
Response from Gene:
Yer killin' me.
Who does your web page?
Response from Gene:
Lisa Coburn. Lisa, show the kids what you look like.
HELLO
I HAVE WRITTEN HERE BEFORE . BUY HAVE NEVER BEEN FORMALLY ANSWERED. ITS HARD FOR ME TO BELIEVE THAT GENE WOULD ACTUALLY JUST SHRUG OFF THE IDEA OF AT LEAST LISTENING TO ME AND MY IDEA FOR A SHOW THAT ONLY HIM AND HE ALONE WOULD AND COULD HAVE FULL CONTROL OVER AND WOULD TAKE THE NATION BY STORM, IN MY OPINION.
OK. Let me try to explain. Firstly, it isn't hard to believe I would shrug off your idea...because it's just an idea. See?
Everyone has em. Me, too. Means nothing. And as per "..it would take the nation by storm" isn't realistic and you know it. You have no experience, I would assume...have no resume (have done nothing in this field) and aren't qualified to make that assessment. In either case, people who ARE qualified, NEVER make that assessment. It makes you sound like an amateur and that quality keeps A List people away from you.
AMERICAN IDOL ? I THINK THATS BULLSHIT COMPARED TO THE IDEA I HAVE CONJURED UP.
This one line just killed any chance you had of anyone listenting to you. American Idol is as big as it gets. 30 million viewers. Whether you like it or not, has nothing to do with it. The people like it and ultimately, we're all in the people business.
IF GENE OR ANY OF GENES REPS. ARE IN NEW YORK AND CAN SEND A CAR TO ME
You want a car sent to you? Can I get you a sandwich, while we're at it?
, WE CAN GO OVER MY IDEAS AND WORK ON A PRESENTATION FOR ONE OF THE BIGGEST PAYING NETWORKS IN TELEVISION, BECAUSE I PROMISE,THIS IS IT !
I can't even respond to this phrase. You promise? What happens if it doesn't work out? Will you guarantee it? Will you put your own money on the table if it doesn't work out? Never guarantee anything. Remember, no one does.
THIS WILL BEAT ALL !
I HOPE THIS AT LEAST GETS SOMEONE OF SOME KIND OF AUTHORITIES ATTENTION , AND I GET CONTACTED SOON
Probably not.
SINCERELY
(HERE TO PROSPER)
ANTHONY SUTOWSKI
Hello Mr. Simmons
I dont know if you have seen this joke
so here it is for you to post
One day a father gets out of work and on his way home he suddenly remembers that it's his daughter's birthday.
He pulls over to a Toy Shop and asks the sales person 'How much for one of those Barbie's in the display window?'
The salesperson answers, 'Which one do you mean, Sir?
We have:
Work Out Barbie for $19.95
Shopping Barbie for $19.95
Beach Barbie for $19.95
Disco Barbie for $19.95
Ballerina Barbie for $19.95
Astronaut Barbie for $19.95
Skater Barbie for $19.95 ... and
Divorced Barbie for $265.95
The amazed father asks: 'It's what?! Why is the Divorced Barbie $265.95 and the others only $19.95?'
The annoyed salesperson rolls her eyes, sighs, and answers: Sir...,
Divorced Barbie comes with:
Ken's Car,
Ken's House,
Ken's Boat,
Ken's Furniture,
Ken's Computer,
One of Ken's Friends,
And
A key chain made with Ken's balls!!!
Hi Gene
I thought you might get a kick out of this.
Tristan Da Cunha is the world's most remote habited location. It takes seven hours to reach by boat from South Africa, and has a population of less than 300 people and just two families.
On new year's eve, the men traditionally wear fancy dress costumes and scare/entertain the rest of the islanders. Of course there's a KISS fan on the island who dresses as The Demon:
http://www.tristandc.com/newschristmasnewyear.php
Happy Christmas to you and yours
My best
Rod Steele
Mr. Gene Simmons,
Found an odd looking axe shaped bass online;
The site seems to imply that you have endorsed this one.
Is this a second model of your Axe Bass?
If not I thought you might like the heads up.
Wayne "LK-13" Shaw
Response from Gene:
What you're looking at was a PROTOTYPE of the Axe (TM) I had built for a foto session. I then changed the design to the familiar one everyone's seen since then...onstage and as the Gene Simmons Axe Controller (which is outselling the other controller's, by the way). I own the body design (which also qualifies as an "invention" --) and I own the actual AXE (TM) name. The TM you see alongside the name and/or artwork means - Trade Mark. And that means, if you transgress, you will be punished. Oh yes, I also own the PUNISHER in the same class.
MCKENNA'S CHRISTMAS EVE
My grandmother has been gone for a few years now. She was 80 when she died. Fortunately she was healthy all but the last eight months of her life. She was very much involved with her family. She loved little kids most of all and she had been the most important influence on my early life. She cared very little about herself; she focused all her energy on us. So when she was gone it left a big hole in me. A hole nothing could fill. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had lived another 20 years. There would never really be enough time with her. The empty hole was something that was inevitable. Some people have that effect on your life.
I have two children of my own. If it wasn’t for them I really believe Christmas would mean nothing to me. I enjoy their excitement. It reminds me of my childhood Christmases with my Grandma. No matter how hard the times were…she always provided a safe place at Christmas with many gifts. She told me years later how much she enjoyed children at Christmas. She didn’t care as much about bitter adults or moody teenagers…but she loved the way children believed in the magic of Christmas. She was there for every important Christmas of my life, even the first Christmases I had with my two sons. So it is at Christmas, where in some ways, I miss her most. The magic is truly gone for me.
I guess that is where this story begins. On last Christmas Eve there was several inches of snow on the ground and me, my wife and the boys had returned from the evening’s festivities at a friend’s house. My wife had made the last minute preparatio ns for Santa’s visit and the boys had gone to bed in anticipation of Christmas morning. I sat alone in front of our Christmas tree, looking at the lights and thinking of the Christmases gone by and how it wasn’t the same without Grandma. Under the tree was a s tuffed Santa that Grandma had gotten my oldest son for his first Christmas. It wasn’t an expensive stuffed toy. I bet she picked it up at the drug store. I know when she bought it she had little money. So I told her she shouldn’t spend her money on a baby that already had enough presents under the tree for five babies. She didn’t care. It was her great grand baby and she wanted to give him a gift. Just like all the gifts she had given me. Santa was soft and made from a polyester type material and when you squeezed him he would say “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas”. It was one of those battery-operated toys that come with batteries included. The talking mechanism was sewn inside the stuffed toy and the batteries could never be replaced. My Son really liked it because he could chew on it and squeeze it and hear it talk.
The stuffed Santa was pl ayed with long after Christmas was over. Sometimes it would be at the bottom of the toy box being crushed by all the other toys and the talking mechanism would repeatedly go off, “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas”. I would have to pull it out and put it on t op of the stack of toys to get it to stop. Every Christmas the stuffed Santa found it’s way under the tree as a reminder of my oldest son’s first Christmas.
Along the way the cheap battery that made the toy talk ran down. Santa spoke no more. This happened several years before Grandma had died. But the Santa still ended up under the Christmas tree each year in his mute state. He was still cute and my second son enjoyed playing with him as much as my oldest had. He got a little worn out and dirty. The ball on the end of his hat even got ripped off and lost. But we kept him long after the first toys given to my boys had long ago been given to the Goodwill.
So I sat there on Christmas Eve looking at that battered mute stuffed Santa toy thinking of Grandma. I began to think of things of child hood, like the magic of a Christmas Eve wish. I thought that at age 40 there was no more magic for me. But I wished all the same. I wished I could talk to my Grandma just one last time, just to tell her how much I loved her and missed her. I picked up that long silent stuffed Santa and gave it a squeeze….and oh so very faintly it said “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas”. I could barley hear it. But it did talk. I was shocked. That toy had not made a sound in at least five years. I squeezed it again but no sound came out. My eyes welled up with tears. But they were not tears of sadness and loss. They were the tears of a middle-aged man who had one last Christmas wish granted. Grandma had heard my Christmas wish and she found away to say Merry Christmas to me one last time.
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