Andy

The UK for.. shopping? I hope you've got a house to mortgage.. especially if you stray in to London. 23 hours.. dang. *wonders where he got 17 from*. Maybe I'll invent a properly working SCRAMJet, and cut it down to five..

But I have trouble with the 9 hour flight to texas, how will I cope with the ... 17? hour flight to Sydney. *cry* Actually I'd love to spend time down in the old prison colony, meet some kangaroos and a few sharks maybe. But I'll avoid the box 'jellyfish' thank you very much. And please.. no fosters..

That's awesome news krista, I'm so glad that they went to good home, with loving families. A whole new litter of kittens, are you sure that you'll cope?

It could be interesting meeting the people that we know only by internet pseudonym and the colourful little picture next to their post. But the logistics of it would be attrocious. Who would choose the definition of 'active', would there be an age limit (lower probably) how would people from different countries do it. It'd be fun, yeah, but a nightmare to organise.. and for some of us, a nightmare to attend. *sits in the corner quietly sipping the bottle of beer he legally purchased, due to the meeting being held in the UK*

/me protests about Luc being an orb being the 'perfect' world... Do you have any idea how difficult it is to hug an orb? The container has as much importance as what it contains. One cannot exist, or function without the other. Who am I?... Simple... I Am.

Mine is only 0.13 per day. But considering I lurked for a year that isn't too shabby.

Most of those were guests, there were days that we had many times the number of guests, than we had registered members. Kinda strange really.

Chapter... something. The one where the author got writers block and skipped a year with a simple synopsys like passage.

Manson.. I like the music. the guy... he's different. But IMHO he isn't god. *shrug* /me doesn't understand the negativity surrounding him, he's just a bit of a freak

Yes, it would be incest. Yes, that is a social taboo. But how much of the writing on this site ISN'T a social taboo somewhere. p.s. Not all twins have the same DNA, some have half, or none of the same. {edited to add} Okay... not.. NONE of the same.. unless it was from like implanted fertilised eggs from someone else, plus your own. and they came to term at the same time and... yeah.. {/edit}

Happy birthday.

*Points out that there already was a worm for OsX. More than a year ago.* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leap_virus

I'm impressed. and I hope to hell it works on macs and linux as well. They aren't virus proof, no-matter what anyone says. and they can transmit them as good as any street hooker.

Um.. which british comedy have you been watching? There are very few that don't play on stereotypes.

I don't think blackheart is dead. A mastermind like him would keep backups... and parachutes. But I am mourning the racks of computer equipment that were so horridly destroyed in the escape. As for Flip-Flops/Thongs/Slippers/Damned-uncomfortable footwear. I've never seen anyone run in them, but I've seen someone Rock climb in them.

I voted for "don't care" mainly because I dont believe in reincarnation. that and I think that if I had another run through I'd either wanna be non-human.. like a rock maybe.. or a tree. a huge tree. or I'd want some pot-luck, random chance. um.. of course if reincarnation did exist, I wouldn't be able to take stuff I already know with me, so I wouldn't be aware of the choice.. so being a tree or a rock might be a little bit damned boring.

Get well soon!

A rotating Hypercube. A hypercube is a theoretical object which exists in 4 spatial dimentions. it is represented in 2+1 (2d + time). It is rotating along 2 axes one running latterally across the .gif field. the other.. um.. is 4 dimensional.. and stuff. I like it. It is cool. I got my friend to shrink the .gif down for me. I have nothing interesting left to say. Goodnight.

Funtwo's canon rock was betterer IMHO. um. thats all I have to add... *has the tab for canon rock somewhere on the computer.*

I was born with it attached to the end of my arm. *cry*

Happy 29th Viv *wink*

*crosses fingers..* Hope this works... actually that is a lie. I hope it doesn't... I blame peer pressure.

While This isn't my favourite song, I think it has some of the best imagery in my whole library. It uses really rythmic backing.. 'music' which really has to be heared to be... heared.. I'm strange. Ignore me. I - Meshuggah I-this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene. I- to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life. Blind- these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form. I-this furnace of limitless hate.Bestial, pure. The pendulum swings semi-attached to the centre of all I drug these minds into ruin and contempt -the acid smoke of burning souls. This is an anomaly.Disabled. What is true? Not destined for incarceration, I crave my nothingness. The illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail? I see through the eyes of the blind. Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am. The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness-willing it to dust. Re-disintegration. Convulse. A dead universe-Impales this twilight. Fear aligns.Sadistic me. Meant to devour.Despair. Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have. A snail along a straight razor-dividing itself through motion. I charge this feeble product of god. Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions. Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation. Solitude is splendor has been rivalled. Shrouds stained with tarblack vomit. Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses. The strain of armageddon evolves. Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos. I devour this manure of existence -infertile,barren,whole. Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith. Sacrilege in persona. In truth, fundamentally twisted. A witness to the savage carnage.A frenzy of animosity. The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation. The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread. Conception derived from misconceptions. The dimensionless features of thruth. Silence in the core of undoing. Untie its knots and set it loose. The inertia of my existence is clear. Premutations of slaughtered worlds. I alone will behold the dying sky. A servant of eternity. Progress finally, emergence of doom complete. Here only to reverse the flow of life.

Oooh Oohh.. I know.. A Pocket Gaydar

Productive Fusion-power. Matter replicator/translators. Umm.. Space elevators?