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THEY ARE COMING!

I don't know that I'd trust an Acer 3d monitor to last.

I'm now addicted to Red Dead Redemption Poker again. BTW Lost technically wasn't cancelled. :geek:

I'm so disappointed that M48A5 :mellow: is the only one that has caught on to my quoting of Lost. And he only got it on my Hurley quote. :no:

This is the place that you...that you all made together, so that you could find one another. The most...important part of your life, was the time that you spent with these people. That's why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you.

From the moment the alarm sounds you will have 4 minutes to enter the code into the microcomputer processor -- induction into the program. When the alarm sounds, either you or your partner must input the code. It is highly recommended that you and your partner take alternating shifts. In this manner you will stay as fresh and alert -- utmost importance that when the alarm sounds the code be entered correctly, and in a timely fashion. Do not attempt to use the computer -- for anything -- Congratulations, until your replacements arrive, the future of the project is in your hands. On behalf of the DeGroots, Alvar Hanso and all of us at the DHARMA Initiative, thank you. Namaste. And good luck.

Awhile ago I was in this kind of psych ward, and there was this guy, Leonard -- and all the time I knew him all he ever said were these numbers -- 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42 -- over and over and over again. And they kind of got stuck in my head. So, when I got out -- well, actually a couple of months after I got out -- I was buying a frozen burrito and I thought, hey, I should play the lottery. And I guess those numbers were still stuck in my head so I played them. And I won 114 million dollars. That's when it started happening -- my grandpa died, my house caught on fire, the chicken joint that I worked at got hit by a meteor -- well, actually meteorite. Okay, so tonight I see the same freaking numbers on the hatch thing -- just written on the side -- and that's why I tried to stop it -- because that thing is cursed, man.

Yeah, what's he told you about me? What did you tell them about me, dad? That your son never really had it -- not like the old man. I didn't have the will to make it work? My life, my job, my marriage. What did you tell them about my marriage, dad? You want to know how he manages his marriage? A bottle of scotch every night before dinner.

For a brief time I served in a small parish in England. Every Sunday after Mass, I would see a young boy waiting in the back of the church. And then one day, the boy confessed to me that he had beaten his dog to death with a shovel. He said that the dog had bitten his baby sister on the cheek; and he needed to protect her. And he wanted to know whether he would go to hell for this. I told him that God would understand -- that he would be forgiven, as long as he was sorry. But the boy did not care about forgiveness. He was only afraid that if he did go to hell -- that dog would be there waiting for him.

Two players. Two sides. One is light... one is dark. Walt, do you want to know a secret?

Teresa falls up the stairs, Teresa falls down the stairs. Teresa falls up the stairs, Teresa falls down the stairs.

K00L, Seeing on your profile that you are from MO, I can offer the services of my half-cousins. They are sociopaths that love to kill exotic animals, they live in Sikeston. They have four wheelers and inbred dobermans, within an hour they can be ready to go. In all seriousness, write an email or letter to your local law enforcement email/address (should be on your town/county website) and if there is someone else in the neighborhood that agrees with you about the noise get them to do so as well. Letters can be anonymous so you can avoid the whole social ostracizing retaliation thing. [i think I know the type of guy you are dealing with so I would assume going up to the guy and asking politely for him to deal with his animals is out of the question.]

It's all bloody real!

Sixteen years.... Has it really been that long?

Namaste.

Aloha.

Hello, goodbye.

I played Minecraft once, I thought I was having a seizure.

RANT: DO NOT READ IF EASILY OFFENDED BY METAPHORS!!!!! Another post down, pass it around, a hell of a lot more posts on the wall.

OH FUHHHHHHHHHHHH BWOCKKKKKKKKKKCHUUUUUUU[brain exploding]

Bioware only does what the hoople heads tell them to do. They don't make decisions any more, at least not ones they intend to stick with. BAZINGA! CUTE PUPPY BY THE WAY.

:sad:

HMMMMMM Steam straight to your living room, sounds like an idea I heard of in a half remembered dream, when we were both young men together not yet filled with regret [- listening to Inception soundtrack right now.]

If you strike me down, I will become weaker than you can possibly imagine.