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Re: "Neat" Pictures I know her! She's pretty awesome.

Re: Quote of the Week From My Life. It won't come true if you tell people about it!

Re: Quote of the Week From My Life. Bit of background: An acquaintance of mine died about a year ago. A friend inherited his gaming stuff, among which was a box of miniatures. Since I'm the only guy she knows that paints minis, she brought the box over to me. Her: I have no idea what all's in here; I haven't even opened the box. Me: So if there's a withered monkey's paw there...? Her: I hesitate to think about what you'd wish for. Me: Oh, I know exactly what I'd wish for. And the monkey's paw would think to itself, "Dude, that is MESSED UP! How the hell can I screw with a wish like that???"

Re: The cranky thread Hey!

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Re: "Neat" Pictures That is definitely epic.

Re: And now, for your daily dose of cute... My birthday is coming in a few months. I need one of you guys to make that happen.

Re: Quote of the Week from my gaming group... From our Teen Champions game. A bit of background. Manny Thorson (AKA Magni the Mighty, basically a Thor knockoff, without the hammer) and his cousin Rolf Lokison (AKA Trickster, basically a Loki knockoff) are both students in high school together. They are bitter rivals. Rolf is always trying to trick/embarrass/humiliate Manny, and Manny retaliates by punching Rolf. But a mutual friend is having a family crisis/emotional meltdown, so they decide to call a truce. This is working out just fine, until Manny says something really embarrassing about Rolf... Rolf: I thought we had sworn a truce. Manny: We did. You don't tease me, I don't hit you. Rolf: Ah. So you're still allowed to tease me, and I'm still allowed to hit you? Manny: Pretty much. Rolf: Somehow, that doesn't seem very fair to me...

Re: And now, for your daily dose of cute... My cats don't want to go anywhere near the baby. Unfortunately for them, Baby V has other ideas.

Re: And now, for your daily dose of cute... D'awwwwww!

Re: I have a dream. (and MAN was it wierd!) We were in a war, somewhere in southeast Asia. It wasn't a simple affair, though, with two sides in a clearly-defined conflict. It was more of a free-for-all, with everyone fighting everyone else. To add to the chaos, there were also zombies prowling the streets and jungles, attacking indescriminately anyone who they encountered. Our helicoptor had run out of fuel, and the pilot had to ditch it. We had a relatively soft landing on one side of a canal, away from most of the fighting. But things were getting worse, and we couldn't stay where we were. "My parents live near here," I told my crew. "If we can get to their house, we can be safe there -- for a while at least." But how to get there? The house was close, but not that close, and the streets were a battle zone. Not to mention the zombies. "There's a marina nearby," I said. "We'll steal a boat and pilot it up this canal. That will get us within a block of their house. After that, we'll have to move quickly and quietly down the street." There was no better plan offered, so we collected our weapons and supplies, and took a large boat from the marina. Quietly, in the dark, we drifted down the canal. We passed into the territory of a minor warlord who had claimed part of the canal as his territory. We couldn't afford to get into a firefight -- our ammunition was low. But I was an expert sniper. So as we approached their territory, I sighted the guard in my crosshairs and took him out with one shot. Then I took out another guard. So far, no one was the wiser. Unfortunately, the rifle I was using had only two bullets, so I tossed it down and grabbed another rifle from one of my compadres. I took careful aim and pulled the trigger. Nothing. The rifle wasn't loaded. "Give me the bullets!" I hissed. He handed them over, and I feverishly loaded the gun -- only four bullets. I shot a guard just as he was reporting in; it was too late! Several others rushed out of the compound and began shooting. I had only 3 shots; I had to make each of them count. I shot one, two guards... then I was faced with a difficult decision. There was an old man, and a young woman. Which to shoot? Which was more dangerous to our mission? I saw the girl hurl a grenade at us, so I shot her. Then I scooped up the grenade and threw it back, diving under the gunwales of the boat for cover. The grenade exploded and killed the old man. We were in the clear... for now. We moved quietly through the night, worried that our supplies would run out before we reached safety. The streets were alive with the walking dead, who luckily couldn't get us in the boat. But we would have to get out of the boat sooner or later. The entire city had become infested. Some of the warlords had blockaded off their own sections of the city, where they dared not leave. The rest of the city was filled with the zombies. We were moving through what used to be a town square, an open-air market. It was deserted but for the dead. Trash filled the gutters, and it was all quiet. We had to find shelter, and quickly. There was a building that had housed a resturant/bar. The only way into the building was a narrow, steep walkway. I thought that we might be able to barricade ourselves in (with the added bonus that there might still be food inside). But it was filled with zombies, former customers who had been stuck inside when the plague hit. We managed to get inside, where the staff was hiding. I jumped over the bar hoping to find a weapon of some sort, and found a shotgun. Paydirt. I began marching through the building, blowing zombie heads off one by one. A zombie was stuck in a doorway. I leveled my gun and shot him point-blank in the head. His brains splattered across the doorjam, and the zombie staggered backwards, out of the doorway, and fell. I laughed, and that's what woke me up.

Re: The cranky thread Sorry to hear it, Collie. Just remember, you've got friends here.

Re: The cranky thread Sorry to hear it, Baloo.

Re: The cranky thread Since New Year's, I've been working out 3 days a week, and going on a vigorous walk outside the other days. I've lost 20 pounds, and then gained it back in muscle. I'm leaner and harder than I was. I need to buy a smaller belt because the one I have has run out of holes. My biceps, abs, and chest have definition now. I can run an 8 minute mile. I'm not going to be competing in any Olympic events, but it sure would be nice if somebody said, "Hey, looking good there bunneh. Did you lose some weight?" It makes me sad that all my effort has gone completely unnoticed.

Re: The cranky thread Seems like you could almost get a decent used car for $1300. That might be trading the devil you know for the one you don't, though.

Re: Interesting article about Sexism in Geek Communities Obviously, the solution is for more geek girls to hang around here.

Re: I have a dream. (and MAN was it wierd!) Epic dream is epic... One thousand years into the future, the human race was dying. Though we had spread to all corners of the galaxy, something had overtaken our race. Each generation was less fertile than the last. Soon, there would be no more children, no more humans. But the Empress of the human race, herself barely a grown woman, had a plan. I was a thief, and a good one. I had a reputation in certain circles of being able to pull off impossible crimes. It was because of this that one of my contacts called me to meet him in his bar. He had a job that no one else could do. My contact was named Varys; a big man. A eunich, well-known as a fixer and a finder of lost things. "A rare opportunity has come up," he said. "A young thief of my acquaintence has been exploring the tunnels, and he found an secret entrance into the Empress' treasure room. Apparently, a recent earthquake opened up a crack in the wall, just big enough to slip through. They aren't aware of it yet, but they soon will be. Imagine, a mountain of gold, there for the taking!" "Then why didn't your friend take it?" I asked. "Do you think he didn't try? But the police-bots found him out and chased him. He's a wanted man; his picture is on every tele-screen in the city. I have him here, hiding at my place." "I'm not interested in gold," I scoffed. I was more than wealthy from my many previous jobs. "No, but you're interested in this. It's called the Empress' Egg, a gold sphere about the size of an ostrich egg. It is said to have magical powers; it is said to grant invulnerability to its owner, among other things." Now I was interested. "Let me meet your thief friend so he can tell me how to get to the vault." In a secret room behind the bar, I met with the thief, a young black man, very tall and lanky. He was terrified that the police would find him, and was happy to share his information with me, just to get the heat off. I set out immediately. First I had to prepare. I went back to my house and got into my work clothes. I spoke with my partner, a dog-man, who worked as a bounty hunter. It was his job to go into the underground tunnels and chase out/capture anyone he found down there. The cops were stretched too thin to patrol underground, so they hired mercenaries to do this dirty, thankless work. This was to my advantage -- my buddy knew the underground like the back of his hand, and if we were caught, he could just say he was patrolling the area. We headed out to the sewer entrance that would lead us underground. Unfortunately, someone was there first, and they had attracted the attention of the police. There were two patrol cars and a combat medic on the scene, and they were chasing these people around. "This could be a good thing," I told my partner. "While the cops are busy with these guys, we should be able to sneak past." ----- Meanwhile, 1000 years ago, in the present time, a young man had discovered a crashed UFO. He repaired it, learned to pilot it, and was now working as a courier in space, delivering small packages and messages across the galaxy. On a routine mission, he acquired an interesting object -- a small gold sphere that seemed to glow with its own inner light. Of course, finding it and keeping it are two different things entirely, and it seemed like the mafia would stop at nothing to get hold of it. He couldn't let that happen. He had to get it to a certain bar on a certain planet in time, or things would be very, very bad. ----- Meanwhile, I had dodged cops and found my way through the maze of tunnels into the Empress' treasure room. It was as the legends said -- filled with more gold than you could imagine. Humanity was dying off, but we were still very rich. It was the only reason we were still players in the galactic game. Still, I had a goal and I would not be distracted. I skirted past the mountain of gold and into a side room, where the Empress' Egg was supposed to be. Unfortunately, there was not one egg, but dozens! Which was the real one? It didn't matter to me. I had a briefcase that opened into a small extra-dimensional space. I could easily carry all the eggs. There was also a strange device in the room, that looked like a large, gold hooka. I decided to take that too, despite not knowing what it was exactly. As I placed it into my briefcase, I heard gunfire outside, so I fled. I didn't want to get seen here; it would ruin my reputation as the galaxy's greatest sneak-thief! It seemed that the police-robs had come by and ran into a group of aliens trying to sneak into the treasure room. They were having a gunbattle outside. I ran through the battle, dodging bullets and explosions, and taking out a few enemies on both sides. But now they were after me! These goons wanted the treasure that I had rightfully stolen! I was in for a hard time. It seemed that everyone wanted what I had, and they were willing to do anything to obtain it. But how did they know I had it? I went back to my contact Varys at his bar. I waited until he was alone, then I popped up from behind a piece of furniture. He was scared. I grabbed him and demanded to know what was going on. At first, he wouldn't say, so I punched him in the nose. That loosened his tongue! "The Empress' Egg has something to do with the fate of humanity," he said. "There are a lot of people out there that want humanity gone, and even more that won't mourn its loss. They want the Egg. But I don't know what they will do with it, or how to use it." "Who does?" I asked. "The Empress might," he told me. "But you'll never get in to see her. She's surrounded by hostiles at all times." "Just watch me," I said. So now I had to get in to see the Empress. It wouldn't be easy, but I was the greatest thief in the galaxy. If anyone could do it, it was me. I had to sneak through a busy castle, climb up a tower, and get past dozens of guards, all without being spotted. And I did it, until finally I was face to face with the Empress herself. She was just a girl, maybe 16 years old. Dressed in a flowing red dress with a long train, and a red turban-like hat covering her hair. She seemed sad, but when I told her what I had done, she smiled. "My plan worked," she said. "I knew I could never get the Egg out of the treasure room without our enemies knowing about it. So I went through many secret channels to get you to do it. You've done well, keeping it out of everyone else's hands, and bringing it here." It was then that I noticed that her advisor was my contact Varys! He had known about this all along! "So what does the Egg do?" I asked. "I heard that it grants immortality." "Of a sort," the Empress agreed. "Humanity is dying. The Egg will bring us back from the brink. Our fertility rates will once again rise, children will be born again, and mankind will once more have a future." "Then let's activate it," I told her. She took the Egg and slowly opened it. It shone with a bright blue light that spread out over everything. It expanded and grew, covering the whole planet, then the solar system, then across the whole galaxy. She smiled at me. "I would've been the last Empress. Now, many more will follow. Thank you." And the story was ended.

Re: Foods for those that just don't care anymore I have granny smith trees and jonathan gold trees. They cross-pollinate like crazy, so I guess they're Granny Jonathan Goldsmiths.

Re: "Neat" Pictures There's even a Lego Cap and a Lego Spidey!

Re: Foods for those that just don't care anymore My apple trees went crazy this year. I have so many apples the branches are literally hanging down to the ground. I picked a bunch and made a couple of pies and some cinnamon apple spread. More went into my lunches this week. I gave a bunch to my gaming group, and more to my neighbors. I picked a five-gallon bucket of them and took them to the convention I went to last weekend; most of them disappeared by Friday night. And my trees are still full! Anyone want some apples?

Re: And now, for your daily dose of cute... OK, yeah, that's cute. My daughter does that when she hears music too.

Re: The cranky thread Come on up any time, and bring that beautiful nerdgirl of yours.

Re: "Neat" Pictures Watership down tats...

Re: Creepy Pics. The really creepy part is that one of my nicknames was "NoBunny."

Re: The cranky thread Someday, you and I need to get together and have a drink.