This is just unfair...But amazingly awesome!

He is five! Five!?! And singing in Japanese. Has been playing for a year...

Too too unfair! Even in english and without trying the uke, I still would never measure up to this kid...

Here is where he is learning Uke...

And one last beatles tune just for the fun of it...

Yep, I'm jealous.
LadyAnne

Two coded messages...

A Mother's Song

Daniel Kirkley | MySpace Music Videos

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Day six of my captivity. I'm outta here. All mission related duties have been completed and fairly well executed...

Now for the cross country break. If I can only cross the state lines while avoiding the retrieval parties and keep from arousing any suspicion on the part of my co-travelers.

Otherwise...Mom, I'm coming home for Christmas.

(But I'm not bringing any gifts.)

LadyAnne

Put your hands together...and hold on tight...

Day 4 of my captivity. I am currently in the midst of bust out plan phi beta k. 57-9. The two small shields have just begun to succumb to the drops I put in their milk cups earlier. Further plans are almost ready to place in action. Back at the cell, things are beginning to look grim. With supplies trickling to a halt, had to survive today on only the meager portions of this...

Oddly enough, spent my evening with a six-foot-tall guy in pointy shoes that likes to eat syrup with spaghetti. (Buddy the elf, what's your favorite color?!?)

LadyAnne

Your Song... (and top-secret log)

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Day 3 of my captivity. Basic supplies beginning to run low. I'm afraid I'll have to go on strictest of rationing regimes. Just scraped the last of the hardened peanut butter from around the edges of the jar. Just enough sugar left for one more cup of hot tea. Found a stash of several jars of jelly, but plans for tea-sweetening created several small explosions. It's mere luck captors did not investigate the holes in the smaller room's floor . Plans in the make to endure chewing on tea bags. However, first implementing trials for sweetening with eggnog. Even if successful, only two cough drops left to dissolve in the mixture. Control of the coughing fits will then fall to the experimental method of swallowing teaspoons of vegetable oil to soothe the lacerations. The chill seeping into my holding facility is beginning to create severe signs of synovial chondromatosis. Begin today carving rudimentary crutches from headboard. No signs of either holders or other holdees, though sounds come through the ceiling and walls. Appears to be some kind of extreme, joint or large group, laughter-related interrogation technique. The incessant slamming of doors during normal sleeping hours I suspect to be a sleep-deprivation tactic. I refuse to let them win. I've begun depriving my own sleep instead to regain control. Primary mission still remains unfinished, although I continue to work on the plans and statistics remaining in my own consciousness. Supplementing those with any material I can find laying around the internet. I've also taken to singing loudly to myself to stave off the voices. Their whispering gets louder each day. They don't seem to have very valid ideas. Hence the current state of the east wall. I make another fling at freedom tomorrow night at 1840. Entirely different strategist this time. Details still highly classified, but I have strong hopes that using small children as a shield is one of the voices' best plans yet. Here's believing that next entry will be entered from somewhere out in the great wide world. Eyes are beginning to burn from scratching away in the poor light. Captive 1/03, over and out.

LadyAnne

Raining...

Wow. Incredibly random picture choices.

But a really nice quality of recording.

LadyAnne