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Re: Creepy Pics.
 

Old stuff
 
fortune just popped this up as a series

Re: Creepy Pics.
 
Wasn't sure if here or Funny Pics was more appropriate...

Re: What Fantasy/Sci-Fi book have you just finished? Please rate it...
 
Just finished the final two parts of the Windsinger Quartet by Megan Lindholm. Very low power action focussing on a gypsy trader and her friend.
The third book looks at a trap weaved by a Windsinger against Ki (the gypsy trader) which sends her into another realm. Here she becomes entranced and tries to create a new marvel which is what the thing in the realm wants until she is rescued by her friend.
The fourth book deals with transporting human cargo, an empath which they don't discover until later. A rebellion and a villainous Duke complicate matters.
 
I would give this 7 to 7.5 out of 10.

Re: Storn's Art & Characters thread.
 
Oh my god!!! Everyone I would like to introduce Mini-D's clone sister Double-D
 
Duck and fades
 
QM

Re: Storn's Art & Characters thread.
 
BEHOLD!!! THE AWESOME MIGHT OF...
 
OF...
 
of....
 
Mini D!
 
from Death Tribble. A tribute to Hermit's zany imagination and I quote the mighty Hermit:
 
Dr Destroyer speaks,"As you can see, my genetic make up is...difficult to duplicate exactly. Still, one of my duplicates matches my intellect even if physically he has come up a bit ..short."
The tiny helmeted figure hops up onto the chair and glares malevolently in his three foot five inch armor.
The Doctor continues, "I call him... Mini-D.""

Re: Storn's Art & Characters thread.
 
Hermit gets to see this first so don't anyone say anything until Hermit has seen this.
 
This art was approved by Steve Long as we (Storn and I) asked specifically for permission.
 
Ask not what you can do for your country, ask instead what can I do for Hermit ?

Desiderata
 
White Heat (my lovely wife) found this in a trinket shop in Gettysburg today. Its been around forever, but its wisdom is well-worth sharing.
 
Desiderata
 
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real progression in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspiration, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Re: A Thread for Random Musings
 
There may be nothing sweeter than the voice of the Dr. telling me, "Your wife shows negative for breast cancer."

Re: A Thread for Random Musings
 
Forgive me, America, for I have sinned.
 
I feel like I committed an atrocity against the world in November of 2000. I was one of the millions who was duped into the lies about Al Gore, how he sold nuclear secrets to the Chinese, about how he was going to rip away Freedom of Speech on the Internet, about how he was going to destroy the rights of law abiding citizens to possess guns, about how he was going to drive America into the dark ages with draconian energy laws.
 
This was before I learned about stuff like Enron. This was before I realized that it's been nearly four years and Bush hasn't done a thing to curtail the utterly stupid 10-round magazine law. This was before I realized that Bush took the world's good will and allegiance against the terrorists who struck on 9/11, and defiled it with monkey feces by waging a third-rate vendetta against a fourth-world dictator who wasn't even a tenth as threatening a force as Mussolini's end of the Axis powers.
 
This was before nearly 1000 American servicemen were slaughtered at the rate of four a day on average, and thousands more crippled. This was before Bush lit off the fuses on a boatload of psychopaths to commence the slaughter of Iraqi citizens. This was before Bush wrote a memorandum to John Ashcroft, exempting terrorists from American and international laws forbidding torture of prisoners. This was before I saw Bush kissing the ring of the Saudi Prince, calling a man who beheads and mutilates common criminals, who denies women and minorities the vote, who allows the execution of women if they are rape victims, calling this unholy, murderous excuse for a human being "a staunch defender of human rights."
 
I voted for this man, expecting him to live up to the ideal of the kind of conservatism I identify with - individuality, non-governmental interference, trust of the common American citizen and adhering to their wishes. Instead, I have seen the environment poisoned, "private" organizations threatening those who engage in dissident speech against him, the PATRIOT Act stripping the rights of common American citizens, and have heard lies about weapons of mass destruction and close, conspiratorial lies about collusion between the Iraqi government and Al-Quaeda.
 
My God... if I could wash this sin from my soul, if I could turn back the clock and put someone else, someone with honesty, courage, veracity, compassion, and dedication to American freedoms in charge of the United States, if I could just remove the past four years of history by putting a bullet through my brain, I'd suck an Uzi for the length of a whole magazine. As it is, I can see myself, after my death, just having this as being the sin that makes St. Peter look down upon me and say "GO TO HELL! Do you realize what you've done to mankind with your vote?"
 
Because I do realize what a sin I've committed. I was only just one poor dupe who voted for this man, but I feel the crushing weight of that sin when I hear rumors that a US Marine has been decapitated by sociopaths protesting our presence in a part of the world we should have let drop to the depths of hell, especially since we had that country sewn up tighter than a frog's rectum. I feel my heart being torn out when I read in the newspapers that three more Marines have been killed by a psychopath's car bomb, that I was the damned fool responsible for their deaths, all because I couldn't stomach the concept of President Al Gore, the soulless, stiff robot who would run only because Bill Clinton couldn't run for a third term and continue to make our nation stronger economically. My soul bleeds like a stuck pig when I learn about another stack of Enron-style swindling garbage, or a Vice President being tried for wrongdoing by the same Supreme Court judges who go out duck hunting with him on weekends.
 
I feel like I've sinned big time, and I don't know how to make it better, because nothing I can do can make up for the fact that without my vote, nearly a thousand brave American men and women wouldn't have been ambushed and murdered for over a year, over five thousand more would be able to walk and see and hear and use their hands if I hadn't thought one damned, despicable thought.
 
"How bad could a convicted drunk driver be as President?"
 
I hate this feeling. I hate myself for having been one part of hurting the whole world. Someone tell me how to scoop back the entrails of my gutted soul back into its rended belly and sew everything back into place, because I don't know what to do, except just confess this living agony that has haunted me for years.
 
Douglas P. Wojtowicz, sinner.

Re: Storn's Art & Characters thread.
 
This is DBoddie's, my web-designer extraordinaire, character from 7th Sea... El Diablo Verde!!! cue the soundtrack: "Rumble"

Re: Longest Running Thread EVER
 
In a desperate attempt to get the views on the thread up and get Rep from Super Squirrel at the same time, Death Tribble posts this !
 
Metaphors found in NSW Year 12 English essays
 
1. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
 
2. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature prime English beef.
 
3. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
 
4. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
 
5. He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
 
6. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly
surcharge-free ATM.
 
7. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
 
8. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
 
9. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Sex in the City" comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
 
10. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
 
11. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot oil.
 
12. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
 
13. Even in his last years, Grandad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
 
14. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
 
15. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
 
16. "Oh, Jason, take me!"; she panted, her breasts heaving like a Uni student on $1-a-beer night.
 
17. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
 
18. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
 
19. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
 
20. She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
 
21. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
 
22. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
 
(like you so often do...)
 
23. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

Re: A Thread for Random Musings
 
Interesting true story.
 
Gang meber is shot and becomes braindead.
His heart is transplanted into a 60 year old.
The man at 65 tackles an insane gunman, saving many lives.

Re: Superhero Images
 
OK, here is my quick and dirty attempt at colorizing my line drawing.

Re: What Fantasy/Sci-Fi book have you just finished? Please rate it...
 

Yeah, a lot of OSC's stuff tends to affect me that way. Cool ideas, pretty good writing, and then... thud. Treason, same way.
 
I just finished Perdido Street Station which was a cool book seriously infected with kitchen-sink-itis. It didn't have a few innovative or weird ideas -- it had hundreds and hundreds of them. And every single one of them showed up again at some point (Jack Half-A-Prayer mention, cameo later, check. eye-stealing criminal mentioned, throwaway mention later, check).
 
Lots of people I've talked to gushed about PSS because of it is so different, but a little restraint would not have been amiss on the author's part.
 
The Khepri, though, just bugged. Pun intended. They're a race with womans' bodies and beetles as heads -- not with beetle heads, but beetles AS heads. So they have headlegs and headwings, why, exactly? Complete disbelief suspender-snapper, every time that showed up.
 
But otherwise, a good book.

Based on that other thread, what non-fiction books have you read recently?
 
The main reason for this thread is to inform our fellow herophiles on what non-fiction books are worth the time to read.
 
The secondary reason for this thread is to increase my post count
 
 
The first book I rate is Dead Men Do Tell Tales: The Strange and Fascinating Cases of a Forensic Anthropologist by William Maples
 
A good book to learn what bones can tell about a person and what killed them. This is not a textbook however, it is a memoir of a forensic paleontologist (William Maples) and how he approaches the cases. As a history geek I especially enjoyed the last chapters where he discuses whether President Taylor was poisoned, the bones of the elephant man, identifying Pizarro, and identifying Czar Nicholas and his family.
 
A warning be careful if eating while reading this book as some of the descriptions and pictures are disturbing.
 
I rate this book as a good read especialy for those looking for an easy read in the subject of forensics.

Re: Storn's Art & Characters thread.
 
Here is Death Tribble's mentioned Infinity (I think he talked about her on the other thread.). Enjoy.

Re: Longest Running Thread EVER
 

 
 
I don;'t know. A site I check out every day, has a Babe of the Day feature. Igot it from there, and they don't Id the pic. I try to save by the ladies name if I know it.
 
teh site: http://www.rock103.com/main.html

Re: Haiku Hero
 
Where is the party?
They are all in the next thread
I can never find
 
 
What makes a Haiku?
Five syllables, then seven
Then five more again
 
It's not hard, people!
If you can get it right, you'll
Reach Haiku Heaven
 
Practice makes perfect
Prose flows off your fingertips
Like poetry born
 
It is late at night
My eyes burn from the Haiku
Or I am just tired
 
Haiku on the brain
Like Hannibal's appetite
I can't stop the feast
 
How sick and twisted
Must a person be to stay
Up writing Haiku?
 
All verse with no rhyme
Rhythm restricted in time
Hoo-boy, what a crime!
 
Wait! That is not right!
Haiku rhyming, what a sight!
I'll just say good night!
 
 
Mags
-Has reached Haiku Nirvana

Re: Superhero Images
 

Actually Falco had two US hits Rock Me Amadeus, but before that Der Kommissar (remade in English by After the Fire). 
He also had moderate chart action with two other songs, Jeannie (a very haunting tale about a woman who gets murdered) and Viena Calling.
 
Now Nena, there was a German one hit wonder.

Re: Superhero Images
 
It was a song by a one hit wonder named Falco. It was a weirdo video in the heady birth of MTV.
 
Hawksmoor
-I'd a prefered a Seraph moniker myself.

Re: Creepy Pics.
 

Re: Creepy Pics.
 
Ry'lieh (sp), home of Thrakazog's avatar. Of course, I had to take a look at it...

Re: Answers & Questions
 

 
Q: So, what do you think of my work? I call this one "Hatred, Loathing, and Angst... with a bunny."
 
A: In bleakest bar, in darkest den, no booze shall escape my whim, let those who relish bathtub gin, join me now in liquid sin!

Re: Longest Running Thread EVER
 

 
I can see it on the Convention Horror Stories thread now:
 
I love going to cons dressed up! I have this chainmail bikini, it says its supposed to be a size 5, but with a few minor adjustments I find it can hold a woman 4 times that size! The only problem is when it the links grab onto my chest hairs--ouch! So anyway, I'm at the con in my chainmail bikini and my cat ears (meow!) and there's this guy following me everywhere! He won't tell me his name, only that he is "Mighty!" I mean, he's dressed like Barney Fife with a big clown nose and he's carrying this inflatable sheep. What a freak! Anyway, long story short...I wake and he's gone leaving nothing but a half deflated sheep, and I can't reach the key to the handcuffs. And the peanut butter is starting to itch! But the worst part is, he won't call me! Please, Mighty, call me! I need you...