Ya, I see solar technology as one of the best cures to the energy crysis. I just don't see how to overcome the fragility of the silica based cell technology. I am hoping nano tech comes up with a cure to the testy and fragile nature of silicon crystal. This hybrid of storing solar energy is a good idea though, I wonder how much surplus they expect out of their solar system to make all that hydrogen. Would it really be enough to supply a modern house through the waking dusk till dawn?

My Confusion Corner commuters are cursing the cold away
As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day
And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change
and I can't stop finding your face in their faces, all rearranged
and angry like you never were;

And I ease us back into traffic
Dusk comes on and I wonder
Why I'm always remembering you
at civil twilight

For the most part I think about golfing and constantly calculate
all the seconds left in the minutes, and so on, etcetera
Or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors;
Oh, Ontario! Oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh!
This part of the day bewilders me

Streets slow down and ice over,
Dusk comes on and I struggle to stop,
To stop to stop thinking of you
at civil twilight

Hey, every other hour I pass that house,
Where you told me that you had to go
I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack
That I stared at, instead of staring back at you;

My chance to say something seemed so brief
It wasn't. Now I know I had plenty of time
Between the sunset and certified darkness
Dusk comes on and I follow the exhaust from memory up to the end

At civil twilight
At civil twilight
At civil twilight
At civil twilight

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping round on pagan holidays?
Oh elope with me in private and we'll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase

San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read
that always makes you cry
The statue's crying too and well he may

I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you my responsibility has found a place
Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the family wider net absurd
"You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job"
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake
We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You'd settle for an epitaph like "Walk Away, Renee"
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

I saw this movie. It's called "From Dusk Till Dawn", only I thought the strippers were vamires.

List is missing the Auto-Staker (Stake + Jackhammer) in 'From Dusk til Dawn'

Cherry Darling's machine-gun leg in "Planet Terror" was pretty cool....
The vials of vampire toxin in "Blade"...
The frikkin' hovering stainless-steel death ball from "Phantasm" still makes me wet the trousers.....
oh, the laser, death-grid from Resident Evil
OH! that crappy film with Emilio Estevez about the global warming aliens??....that damn house-wrecking vortex ball from that POS movie.....

and my personal fav, Savini's vigilante Mariachi crotch-revolver in, "From Dusk Till Dawn."

Considering this may not actually be the mom talking from behind the camera, "Oooops" and That's alright." .....Don't know if you can give her kudos for a suitable reaction....the kids have a plastic guitar hero there on the floor, (fuck it, step ion that and crack it, I dinna buy it) a Wii, she sounds like she's on anti-depressants....the above reminders of reading directions.....

Fuck all, I was outdoors from dawn till dusk at that age!! That game would be in the closet for a month, and he'd be putting in time for a new TV-

ugh. worst movie ever. The worst thing is there are so many out there just like this. I'm looking at you From Dusk till Dawn.

The lyrics, if you can't keep up Talib's flow:

[Talib]
Yeah...my Lord...yeah.

[Verse 1: Talib]
We sell crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through "Episodes II," like "Attack of the Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We commute to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask Him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about a struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my mouth
They hot, like the jail cell in the South
Before my nigga Core bailed me out
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky
With the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let Die"

[Chorus: Background singers]
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new and I jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smokin', and stop drinkin'
And I've been thinkin' - I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)

[Talib and background singers]
(ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by by by by by by)
(ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by by by by by by)

[Verse 2: Talib]
We keeping it gangster say "fo shizzle", "fo sheezy" and "stayin crunk"
It's easy to pull a breezy, smoke trees, and we stay drunk
Yo, our activism attackin' the system, the blacks and latins in prison
Numbers of prison they victim black in the vision
Shit and all they got is rappin' to listen to
I let them know we missin' you, the love is unconditional
Even when the condition is critical, when the livin' is miserable
Your position is pivotal, I ain't bullshittin' you
Now, why would I lie? Just to get by?
Just to get by, we get fly
The TV got us reachin' for stars
Not the ones between Venus and Mars, the ones that be readin' for parts
Some people get breast enhancements and penis enlargers
Saturday sinners, Sunday morning at the feet of the Father
They need somethin' to rely on, we get high on all types of drug
When, all you really need is love
To get by, just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Our parents sing like John Lennon, "Imagine all the people watch"
We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop

[Chorus: Background singers]
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new and I jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smoking, and stop drinking
And I've been thinking - I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)

[Talib: repeat 2x - with background singers]
Yoyoyo, yo
Some people cry, and some people try
Just to get by, for a piece of the pie
You love to eat and get high
We deceive when we lie, and we keepin' it fly

Yoyoyo, yo
When, the people decide, to keep a disguise
Can't see they eyes, see the evil inside
But there's people you find
Strong or feeble in mind, I stay readin' the signs

And let's not forget his excellent performance as 'Sex Machine' in From Dusk Til Dawn.

The man is truly a genius.

After figuring out a couple of the lines of the lyrics and then Googling for those lines, the song is Dusk by the band Reuben, from their album "Racecar Is Racecar Backwards".

cute...

NERD FACT!!!!

cats are scientifically described as 'crepuscular', a term meaning they are most active at dawn and dusk (as oppossed to strickly nocturnal, which is commonly assumed). So, maybe don't bust his chops so much; its his nature!

(i do research with lab rats, so thats how I know this rather exotic term)

Tarantino and Rodriguez have a long and fruitful relationship- Q. directed a segment of "Sin City", and co-produced and appeared in "From Dusk til Dawn". The two are now co-directing "Inglorious Bastards".

Quintin was in four rooms, fourth room playing a yuppie movie star. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113101/ Bruce Willis is also in the 4th room. The first two rooms are ok, but the pay off for four rooms are the 3rd "The Misbehavers" written and directed by Robert Rodriguez and the 4th room "The Man From Hollywood") written and directed by Quentin Tarantino.

if you havn't seen it and need a laugh, do so.

he was also in from dusk till dawn and reservoir dogs