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 Congrats to Dubya for earning 4 more years, and congrats to Kerry for putting up a good fight. Bravo! Wonder who the next candidates will be for both parties?

 I did not receive my vali, nor did I when it was resent... Admins, I believe I mis-typed my e-mail address in the sign-up form, what should I do?

 Hooray! Hooray!  Happy Birthday ::hats::  Happy Birthday ::hats::  Happy Birthday ::hats::  Happy Birthday ::hats::  Happy Birthday ::hats::  It's yo birthday, it's yo birthday, we gon' party like it's yo birthday... Hate that song. If one can call it a song.  

 http://homepage.ntlworld.com/ashen1/ashen/.../heffalump.html Hilarious! I'm getting the DVDs for my 6-year-old brother...

 I'm gonna null, girls are scaaary...

 Just a few I thought of, I also included an "other" option. Hmmm, Torethevel, kinda catchy, huh?

    There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother's house--not because this was womyn's work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was NOT sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herdelf as a mature adult.
  So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confdent enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imagery did not intimidate her.
  On the way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf, who asked her what was in the basket. She replied, "Some healthful snack for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mautre adult."
  The wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone."
  Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."
  Red Riding Hood walked along the main path. But, because his status outside of society had freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma's house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, and entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma's nightclothes and crawled into bed.
  Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you role of a wise and nurturing matriach."
  From the bed, the wolf said softly, "Come closer, child, so that I might see you."
  Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot, you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!"
  "They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear."
  "Grandma, what a big nose you have--only relatively, of course, and very attractive in its own way."
  "It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear."
  "Grandma, what big teeth you have!"
  The wolf said, "I am happy with WHO I am and WHAT I am," and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf's apparent tendency towards cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.
  Her screams were heard by a passing Woodchopper-person (or log-fuel technician, as he preffered to be called). He burst into the cottage, saw the melee, and tried to intevene. But as he raised his ax, both Red Riding Hood and the wolf stopped.
  "Just whatdp you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding Hood.
  The woodchopper-person blinked and treid to answer, but no words came to him.
  "Busting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do the thinkinng for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that womyn and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"
  When she heard Red Riding Hood's impmassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the wolf's mouth, seized the woodchopper-person's ax, and chopped HIS head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.

 NOTHING CONTROVERSIAL. Just vote, and perhaps explain a bit, if you vote other.

 Vell, vich vone?

 I've calculated, and at my and the rest of the forum's current post rates, in a bit I'll have the most posts, despite my current low position. I find this sad. I do not insanely spam, I mean, I do insanely spam, but I don't spam in insane quantities. I just voice my opinion, or make a one-liner. I think part of the problem with the forums is that people just don't post enough. Why?

Mind Cycle I: Hmmm, this looks interesting! Lemme see... Whoa, Kilk and Shael did that in the back of their car?! (this is PURELY hypothetical, and since my opinion doesn't matter too much, this is in the spa room. It can be moved if you think it's reaonable, admins/mods) Well, I dunno, I feel sort of out of it, it's a joke with these guys, but I'm new. They seem sophisticat-- sofiztik- I can't spell that, they seem smart, what if they make fun of me?
This is called the intimidated shy person. A lot of the discussions in the forums need to be more open, and welcome.
Mind Cycle II: Hmmm, this looks interesting! Lemme see... What's this ratio? What's that ratio? What's a ratio? This game is too complicated. I quit, mom! Aus has already talked about a simpler server. I think it needs its own little section-forum thing here, like turbo has, if it is implemented. Makes it so it does not get confused w/ the normal game.
Mind Cycle III: Man, this place seems dreary... that many members and that many posts? Jeez... POST MORE, PEOPLE! But don't spam too much...
Mind Cycle IV: Hi daddy! Wut's in that there package? Is it a cumpueder? It iiiiis, oh, thank you, daddy! Did you buy a new shotgun yet? You'll need it if them pesky salesmen start cummin back! Um, R-r-reeeedwaaaall. Daddy, I read a word!!! (okay, this is ridiculous. NEXT!)
Mind Cycle V: You really blow my mind... I guess you're just what I needed! Oh, wait, that's not a post, that's a sig with a whole song in it, that goes on for half a page!
Mind Cycle VI:  There are like, there are NO new members, like, there's a recruitment system that we like, do for volleyball, you guys need to do that. Oh my God, I broke a nail! I might go into like, shock or trauma, like I did when a dirty leaf fell into my hair! HEEEELP!
Mind Cycle VII: Me dumbo, king of jungle. Me no fisticated, no is me great maker of chuckles like goofy guy from australia! Me just want to play, why people hassle me? I no need get clothes, me have loin cloth! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, thump! *hits tree*
Mind Cycle VIII: I'm an oldbie. I'm cool. I'm really sick of the immaturity that goes on, and the bickering. S'all good fun for a while, but I'm OUTTA here.
Mind Cycle IX: I no longer play RWL. It's a mystery why. I'm like Raine, or Klamath! "Why do you want tot leave?" "Cuz, it's erm, time consuming. Gotta have time to build upon mental stability, and playing RWL is not a way to do so."
Mind Cycle X: I'm Julie! I'm goofy, and have an obsession with penguins, and I'm hiding for no good reason!
So, there's my two cents. Now fix it!

 Well, what is your age? Curious...

 The new Boy Band: Trousers
In: ?I Bought My Own Pants?





I was a handsome chap in school,
If it weren?t for one li?l thing I?d a been cool,
But though I had no nas-ty warts,
I had no trousers, only shorts, only shorts?

In my High School class, there was a blonde,
Of whose bell-bottoms, I was quite fond,
The Senior Prom came ?round the corner,
I asked ?er to it, nobo-dy warned ?er,
Yeah, I asked her to dance?
But she said only if I got some pants.

I bought my own paaaants,
But I had to borrow underwear,
I bought my own paaaants,
But I still need socks, can?t find ?em anywhere,
Got one brown one white, but not a pair, not a pair?

So I?m feeling fine ?til down the line, she says my golf shirt won?t do,
And with some sunglasses,
Why, at the prom I?d kick everyone?s (blank)
But I was confident I knew,
Shirts were common, all in slews, all in slews?

Bought a shirt, and some nice shades,
Went to my apartment on my roller blades,
And found as I got out a bath robe,
That I in fact had an entire wardrobe,
The shirts and the pants,
The socks and shades too,
Though I felt a little silly I was proud ?cause I knew

I bought my own paaaants,
But I had to borrow underwear,
I bought my own paaants,
But I still need socks, can?t find ?em anywhere,
Got one brown, one white, but not a pair, not a pair?
*fades*

 Well? Vatchoo think, eh?

 I just realized that, with absolutely no strategy to the untrained eye (and not much to the trained one) I am fairly secure financially, not too far in debt, and am not landfat! First time ever, 'cept when I had about 70M net in one round and 40,000 land, but still, it's a big deal for me.

 Vote for RWL President!

 Ummm... I'm hyper... meh

 *reads overdone British literary adaptations*

 I have been following Calgary all season, so perhaps this is a bit biased. Heres a comparison of the two teams' (Lightning and Flames') plights. Tampa bay, for the first two rounds, gets pretty much the crappiest teams in the playoffs. Then, they almost fail against Philedalphia, a team with some actual talent. Calgary, in the first round, beats Stanley Cup favorites Vancouver Canucks. Then, they beat Stanley Cup favorites Detroit Red Wings. After these two teams are eliminated, the NEW Stanley Cup favorite, San Jose Sharks, are beaten by Calgary. Now, the series for the Stanley Cup, between Calgary and Tampa, is held, and Calgary wins it in game six. HOWEVER, there was a goal that the referee missed because he was out of position. The cruddy NHL Officials, who had shown in the past that they were biased against Calgary, said no goal. Even though, on the TV replay, it was obviously a goal from two angles. So, Tampa ends up winning that game and the next one Calgary plays like crud 'til the Third Period. I don't believe that Tampa really deserved the Cup myself, whata are your thoughts???

 Tuesday: Wet. I did kick Brothere Dave in his shins, for he had greatlye angered myself bt putting a weasel in my locker.

Tuesday: Wet. I played my Gameboye vigilantly, and beat Fyre Embleme.

Tuesday: Dry. Rather boring. I finallye remeberede anothere daye of the wheeke.

Saturday: Colde. Brothere Dave got me back by shoving slush downe my backsacke, in a waye so as to wet myne notebooke.


EDIT: This is not meant to be funny, but to portray the events of my life. These things ACTUALLY HAPPENED! (Er, Brother Dave doesn't mean a monk, though, that's just his nickname)

 This is a one question test that should take you several hours and is only for those whose I.Q. is 140+.


1. Calculate pi to the 52nd decimal

If you can answer this correctly, you have a genius I.Q. Congratulations!!!