Pariah

I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you If I was young it didn't stop you coming through Oh a oh They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine on new technology And now I understand the problems you can see Oh a oh I met your children Oh a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart Oh, a, a, a, oh And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback and it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh-a oh You were the first one Oh-a oh You were the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car We can't rewind we've gone to far Oh-a-aho oh Oh-a-aho oh Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far Pictures came and broke your heart Put down the blame on VCR Oh, you are a radio star You are a radio star Video killed the radio star

It's all about the Pentiums, baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums, baby It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) Yeah What ya wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chat room yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard? Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM I never feed trolls and I don't read spam Installed a T1 line in my house Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse Upgrade my system at least twice a day I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him "Money" for short I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support It's all about the Pentiums, what? You've gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen You've got white-out all over your screen You think your Commodore 64 is really neato What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito? You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half? You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette You're the biggest joke on the Internet Your database is a disaster You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller You're just about as useless as jpegs to Hellen Keller It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) Now, what ya wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? Wanna run with my crew, huh? Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do? They call me the king of the spreadsheets Got 'em printed out on my bedsheets My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks But it was obsolete before I opened the box You say you've had your desktop for over a week? Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique Your laptop is a month old? Well that's great If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight My digital media is write-protected Every file inspected, no viruses detected I beta tested every operation system Gave props to some, and others? I dissed 'em While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin' It does all my work without me even askin' Got a flat-screen monitor forty inches wide wide I believe that your says "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user You've got your own newsgroup, "alt.total-loser" Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks? Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you What? What? What? What? What? It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) It's all about the Pentiums! (It's all about the Pentiums, baby) Now, what y'all wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers? 9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard? What??

In the canopy of stars Are secrets of the nine centuries Between Venus, Earth and Mars Symbols of the ancient fantasies Signs of life cross the starry the sky Moonlight dances on the water Rivers flow into the sea Stars align in perfect order Secrets of astrology In an age of metaphor The search for epiphanies Between here and evermore From Atlantis to the Pleiades Signs of life cross the starry the sky Moonlight dances on the water Rivers flow into the sea Stars align in perfect order Secrets of astrology Fire burns across heavens Time will flow like mystery Find the source of holy water Secrets of astrology On nights when stars shine bright Over mountains near the sea Like candles on a lonely night They light infinity And when the stars align High in the sky I wonder where they hide away When morning drowns the night Signs of life cross the starry the sky Moonlight dances on the water Rivers flow into the sea Stars align in perfect order Secrets of astrology Fire burns across heavens Time will flow like mystery Find the source of holy water Secrets of astrology

He's earned it.

...and Robbie Rotten as the General. It could work.

Sorry, Baz. I knew if I didn't snatch him up quick, someone else would. At least you didn't get stuck with Sportacus....

Mine's more like Periodic Team Suckitude Derangement. My team is like the little girl with the little curl in the nursery rhyme: When they are good, they are very, very good; but when they are bad, they are horrid. A competent QB would help, of course.

Who told you that, Petey, the Stone Cold Penguin?

The Dragon: Justice Lord Superman That's both Supermen, then. Sorry, everyone. (You know, not a lot, but still....)

Q: How many Borg does it take to change a light bulb? Great pick!

Shoes

I considered drafting Vader as one of my heroes.

Cancer made Sting feel like he was trapped between Scylla and Charybdis.

Charms

Clearly you are a man of excellent taste!

Boron doesn't care.

Death Tribble is the reason Steve Rogers turned to Hydra.

Location: Backworld, as detailed in Champions in 3-D (4th Edition) The General: Steve Rogers, Agent of Hydra

Happy

Off

Q: Why is it always so dark? A: Because you are a spazzy, beetle-headed doofus with the intellect of a mule hoof, that's why.

"Amazing. Every word of what you just said was wrong."

Larry