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At 6/18/05 04:58 PM, Rhino106 wrote: I dont like the new guy though.

He hasn't even had an episode yet though :P Hold your judgemnt till the christmas speicals. tenant should be good. Apparently playing the Doctor is his dream part so I reckon he'll be givingit 150%

My Favourite episode this series was where they found Captain Jack.
"Are You My Mummy?...Muuummy, Muuuuummy"

That episode creeped me oyt so badly. what's wworse is that my mate downloaded some sound files of the kid saying that and then phoned me up abpout midnight and then hit the play button.

And my faourite episode was,without a doubt the one set in Victorain cardiff with Charles Dickens. (The Unquiet Dead?)
it scared the shit out of me.

I'm surprised this hasn't been done before actually but I couldn't find anything in a search.

anyway it might be an idea to come up with some rules and guidelines I suppose.

I'm joining btw :-)

What's everyones favourite episode of the new series been?

After seeing the final episode of the new series of Doctor who, I ahve only four letters to show my feelings on it.

OMFG!!!!!!!

One can not wait for the Christmas special, or for the new series which is supposed to be coming in march.

At 6/18/05 03:48 PM, DirtySyko wrote:

At 6/18/05 03:32 PM, Tri-Nitro-Toluene wrote: After a sleepless night fileld with insomnia, I managed to finish "Dude wheres my Country?" by Michael Moore.

I'm not sure I could manage reading that. Some stuff Moore does I don't agree with, and sometimes he comes off as a major show boat.

he is a showboat. He love sthe attention. Whether or not he is writing books oir making mvoeis like Farenheit 9/11 to get attention or to make a point is beyond me.

I think he'll cross the lines just to get people to stare in awe. That's why I read Lewis Black's book "Nothing's Sacred." I'd rather see what Black has to say than Moore, any day of the week.

I can't say I've ever heard of Lewis Black. Is his book good and worth a read?

Basically, he should pry himself off Bush's ass.

When Bush is out of the whitehouse, that's when Moore will stop attacking him. Although he might as well give up now. Bush is in for another term in office and barring hell and highwater, he is going to stay there. I can only hope America gets a leader after that that isn't corrupt and isn't an imbecile and isn't in the pockets of god knows how many corporations.

I joke with my friends that Bill Gates will one day rule the world. The scary thing is if what Moore says in his books is true, then the corporations do control America. If they control Ameirca then they control the world. And that is the most frightening thought I have ever had. And I'm not even an American.

At 6/17/05 05:48 PM, FAB0L0US wrote: Ha, good call Sherlock. To bad you didnt add the part where you said the addiction is only psychological. *cough*DUMBASS*cough*

Whether its psycological or not doesn't matter. its still addictive. And whislt Spiffy McPerson brought up that Ice cream is also psycologically addictive, Ice cream can't screw up your mind. Whilst Cannabis might not do any physical damage to the body like Alcohol can, it has been linked to some mental disorders.

Whilst the cannabis might not cause first hand damage to the body the mental disorders which can be caused by abuse of cannabis can cause bodily harm. Even though the cannabis isn't doing the damge first hand, its still responisble.

There is none.

Realy?

If you read that you'll come to a bit that says that long term users run the risks of long term health effects. And as it also says that 10% of people who try it become daily users and 30 percent become weekly users, the mroe those users smoke it the mroe likeley they are likely to abuse it. They abuse it heavily and voila they are gonna suffer from the long term health risks. The Cancer which it can cause, the mental disorders its believed to be linked to.

Oh and if you think its got no bad side effects then you are in need of a wake up call.

and with that I'm not gonna bother checking back in this as by your comment of "*cough*Dumbass*cough" you have well and truly proved to me that you aren't going to bothe reven looking at the other sid eof the argument in this, and to have a constructive debate that's what needs to happen. IF your not going to do that then I'm not gonna bother debating with you.

Toodle Pip.

After a sleepless night fileld with insomnia, I managed to finish "Dude wheres my Country?" by Michael Moore.

Review type thing.

Overall it was a decent read. The style of writing wasn't particularly brilliant but it wasn't bad either. From the quotes from the back of the book I was expecting it to be hilarious. I was sadly dissapointed. Whilst Michael Moore may share some of my opinions regarding America (and msot certainly Bush) he is not the greatets of writers and his comedic value is certianly soemthing to be desired. There were a few chuckle worthy moments (The main one being when he was describing why Prah should run for President) but in general the amount of laughter was small.

One thing the book did do was reinforce my belief that as soon as Americans get a chance they should get rid of the Bush Adminsitration. If what Moore has said in his book is true then the Government corruption in Ameirca right now is on an extremely high level of Stupidity.

At 6/18/05 06:15 AM, Coop83 wrote: When you get used to calling him TNT, he'll have decided to go for something completely new.

<Grins evily>

Like I'd do such a thing >:-)

At 6/17/05 04:34 PM, Coop83 wrote: What was the first identity you had? I can't remember, I'm so used to calling you Manic.

Frozen_fox was my first alias.......I think. At least that's the one I used when I started coming onto the forums.

At 6/17/05 04:29 PM, Coop83 wrote: One of my vices is pyromania.

One recomends you take out your Pyromaniacal tendenices on caravans, my dear sir. It will better the existence of man kind if you do so.

plus I had Nymphomania (I still do, but that's normal for a bloke of my age)

Isn't that normal of every guy who has gone through puberty?

At 6/17/05 04:24 PM, Coop83 wrote: It was in air-conditioned storage and one of the PhD students had the keys. I'd been shagging her for a few weeks, so she agreed to allow us to perform a few experiments. We did, but I kapt a sample back. it was hell going home, because I had to walk the 6 miles, to avoid it getting to 'excited' on the bus.

lol. Well that must have been fun. Why on earth you wnated to get a hold of the Nitro....is beyong me....although i do see the fun in randomly blowing thigns up.....I pray I never get drafted in the army. one would make the americans look almost saintly when it coems to friendly fire <evil smile> although that is nothing to be proud of.

Shit....you know, I keep forgetting about this place :-\
<bookmarks page so I don't forget again>

Anyway, I've recently just started reading "Dude where's my country?" by Micheal Moore. Its rather interesting although alot of what he is saying can be taken to be pure bullshit. At least that's the impression I've got so far. And I can't see it being that much different in the latter parts of the book.

Though i must admit, there are points where I actually laughed loud. Though so far they have been few and far between.

At 6/17/05 03:48 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: this time i am still calling you MANIC. : )

It'snot my fault I'm having an identity crisis..........again.

I always liked that idea. I am glad to see you are back on it. Keep us updated, and i will try and kick in anything i think would be funny if i can. : )

Cool. I've got some done on it already. I'll post it over the weekend I think.

At 6/17/05 01:29 PM, Hyperdragoon wrote: North Korea wants to start neogotiations once more. The catch: Bush administration swallows it's pride. Let's hope this doesn't end in fireworks.

You know it will end in fireworks. I can't see Bush and his adminsitration swallowing thier pride. Can you?

At 6/17/05 07:00 AM, joe_the_magic_midget wrote: Last year in the uk no-one at all died of direct cannabis use. Yet alchohol killed thousands and drunks badly harmed lots of people. I'ts just to hard for governments to step back and agree there are far worse legal things than cannabis. Compared to alchohol cannabis is a god send.

Deaths caused by Cannabis aren't the only thing that you need to look at. Cannabis is a drug. All drugs are addictive. An addiction,to most drugs, can fuck up the body,the mind,families and lives, and trust me the latter two, families and lives being fucked up, are far more important than the user getting screwed over by their own stupidity if they absue the drug.

The psychological affects on families that have a drug abuser in them can be really, REALLY bad (I'm talking from personal experience here). And by legalising Cannabis you are making it easier for people to get ahold of it and becoming abusers. And if you do that ypu increase the chance sof damaging a family. Whether the physical effects of Cannabis aren't that bad. The psycological affects of cannabis on families would be absolutley dire.

“Who…..who….are you?” he replied after a while.
“My names Sistina” she said warmly “And you are?”
Garret swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth before he replied.
“My name’s Garret.” he mumbled.
He looked up at her and he saw another smile reach out across her face. It released a warmth, which was similar to the warmth that emanated from the fire. The shadows that were cats by the fire danced over her face as she moved slowly towards Garret. Her hips swayed gently. Garret couldn’t help but think that they moved like a snake, which had been charmed by the flute of a snake charmer.
Garret couldn’t help but think that it was odd that he had compared the swaying of Sistinas’ hips to that of a snake. He could not recall ever seeing a snake charmer before. Yet the very movements of the snake, as it swayed gently to the music, were trapped within his mind as though they were fresh memories at the very edge of his memory.
“Are you ok then? When we found you, you were out cold.” inquired Sistina.
“I’m fine” replied Garret somewhat cautiously. He looked past Sistina to where she had come from. He could see the entrance to the cave.
A large puddle had formed near the entrance to the cave. The reflection of the moon was partially visible in its muddy waters.

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Ok that's everythign I've got so far from start to finish. I'll have pletny of free time in a few weeks though as my exams will be over and I'll be on sumemr holidays. so I'll be able to get a lot mroe done in the holidays.

Also if anyone apoar tfrom myst was around from the begining of the guild you may remember me coming up with an idea for a piss take of the wizard of oz called ther wizard of flash. I'm gpoing to start on that again for some obscure reaosn and hopefully I'll be able tog et it turned into a movie :-D

Garret cleared his mind of such thoughts. The Master would not wither away like the flowers. He would find someway to survive no matter what. Garret knew that The Master had survived through almost everything. Hunger was something he had faced before, he had survived. He was sure he would survive if it happened again.
The wind struck the opening chords to another song and more leaves jumped from their seats on the branches to dance. The wind was soon joined by a bass line of water droplets that fell from the sky.
The leaves continued to dance.
Garret gave no notice to the rain as it fell from the heavens above. He was used to sudden rainfall. It was never a common occurrence in the days before the Master but ever since the Master, the weather had seemed unstable.
The road started to wander off into the forest. Garret knew there were creatures in the forest but he had never seen them. He also knew the two strangers the Master wanted were in the forest too. But his task was to find food for The Master not to capture the strangers.
The forest was dense but even its density did not stop the rain from piercing through the canopy. The path quickly turned to mud as Garret trudged along trying to find something within the forest.
His eyes flickered left and right as he wandered along but he failed see anything. He grudgingly gave up searching for the creatures of the forest and carried on walking along the mud track deeper into the forest.
The sparrow that sat in a tree watched as Garret walked off. It started to preen its feathers as it sat underneath a leaf protected from the rain that was plummeting to earth.
It looked up once more as Garret continued to walk. He moved slowly forwards trying to not to make a sound. The sparrow came to the end of the branch that it was perched on and gave up following Garret. He went back to his leaf and waited for the water to stop falling from the clouds.
Garret walked on relentlessly as the droplets fell from the heavens to quench the thirst of the trees that surrounded him on all sides. His footprints were clearly visible in the mud as he trudged onwards towards the village.
The path became treacherous as Garret walked along slowly whilst shielding his face from the torrential rainfall that poured from the sky. He placed his foot on the path and heard the squelch of mud underneath his leather boots. He looked down and saw the state the path was in. He thought nothing of it and continued to walk along.
The whip like crack of lightning illuminated the sky and was quickly followed by the sound of rolling thunder. Garret looked up through the branches of the trees as he walked along. The black clouds that were directly above him, continued to spit out water down onto his face as he walked along the muddy path. The mud underneath his feet caused him to lose his footing. Despite his efforts to regain his balance he failed to regain his footing.
Garret tripped up and fell forwards catching his head on a low hanging branch of an oak tree. He looked up at the sky as the rain fell down from the sky onto his face as he lay on his back. Darkness battled with his senses as he drifted in and out of consciousness until the darkness overcame its opposition and Garret lay underneath the bough of the oak tree in a state of unconsciousness.
The darkness subsided as Garrets eyes opened slowly. He sat up and looked at his surroundings. The foliage covered floor, the stone walls, stalagmites and stalactites that stood and hung in a random pattern told him that he was in the interior of a cave.
He pushed himself up onto his feet and reached out for something to steady himself with. His hand reached out and held the rough surface of a large rock. It grated against his skin as he forced himself into a stable position.
He eyed his surroundings further to try and take in as much detail as he could. A flickering light in the corner of his eyes caused him to turn around so he could find out where the source of the light was coming from.
A fire burned in the centre of the cave with a savage ferocity as it consumed all that was within its reach. It threw itself at the foliage that lay a few centimetres away but its path was blocked by the circle of stones that had been placed around it in an attempt to keep it caged.
The fire crackled menacingly as Garret watched it with intent. The heat that emanated from the fire surrounded Garret and wrapped around him like a blanket. Garret watched in awe as he felt the heat run through his body and revitalise him.
He took a step closer to the fire and watched the flames leap and dance across the fire pit that the raging beast was held in. He continued to watch the dancing flames with his full attention drawn onto the rhythmic movement of the lashing tongues of fire. His attention was so deeply drawn into depth of the fire that he failed to notice the sound of the foliage rustling as they were pressed on and pushed by the feet that walked gently upon them.
“So you’re awake then?” asked a voice from behind Garret.
Garret span round to find the disembodied voice. He turned and looked the stranger in the face. The eyes were large and a dark blue with a faint trace of green around the edges. High cheek bones and ruby red lips along with a head of jet black hair that fell to just beneath the shoulders.
Garrett looked down at the rest of the stranger and saw a low cut, light blue tunic that hugged the figure of the stranger tightly.
Garrets heart raced as realisation dawned on him of what he was looking at. It has been some time since he had laid eyes on a female. The Master had kept female servants but they were separated from the men. This had resulted in very few people knowing that the women in the Masters castle existed.
Garret had once caught a glimpse of one of them leaving the masters chamber when he was returning from a trip to find the master food. But he had been unable to talk to the woman as she had left before he had said anything.
The woman moved forward towards Garret as she spoke.
“Don’t be afraid.” She said in a soft and rich voice “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Garrets eyes lay transfixed on her face as she reached out a hand towards him. Garret felt the warmth from the fire roll over him in a wave of heat. He felt the heat in the very depth of his soul as he stammered out a reply.

This is Bloodline from the beggining to where I've got to now with it.

The candles in the throne room flickered gently as the ancient oak doors swung open. A weedy man stepped into the room, his clothes were ripped in various places and his eyes were a cold shade of blue. They showed the depression and fear that echoed throughout his mind.
His hair fell to just below his shoulders in oily waves. His green tunic, which was embroidered with a sun that was partially being obscured by a Harp, was covered in stains that looked as though they were dried into the very fabric itself.
“It is as you predicted my Lord. Two people have been sighted in the forest outside the village but they managed to elude the men I sent out to capture them.” he said tentatively.
The cloaked figure that sat on the throne moved his hand slowly, and eloquently towards a goblet that was positioned near the edge of the table which stood next to the throne.
It reached for the goblet and its pale skeletal like hand grasped the goblet in its pale bonelike fingers as it began to speak.
“It matters not” it said “They shall return and when they do I want them brought to me” it paused and embraced the silence that nestled within the room “I have use for them, so make sure your men understand that they are not to be harmed.” He continued in a snake like hiss as it held the jewel studded goblet.
The brown haired man nodded once and turned to leave but before his feet hit the stone floor the figures snake like voice rang out.
“I did not tell you to leave Garret.” The cloaked figure hissed “You shall remain here and attend to me for a time. They will not return for some time yet”
Garret turned around to face his master. His face echoed the thoughts and emotions that swam through his mind. The fear twisted inside him until it formed into the sweat that ran down onto his brow. His heartbeat raced faster and faster until it was a continuous drum roll. The nervousness writhed within him before it emerged as a stutter in his voice.
“What do you require my lord?” He asked.
“Sustenance, Garret. I require sustenance. Go find me something to replenish my energies. And when you have it, make sure it is prepared as usual.” It replied.
“Will there be anything else my lord?” inquired Garret.
There was a pause. The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the candles that lit the dim room. This was soon joined by the sound of Garrets’ feet nervously shuffling on the spot and the sound of the whistling wind that blew through the windows. The silence was abruptly broken by the hiss like voice of the cloaked figure that Garret called Master.
“No Garret there is nothing else. Now go and bring me my nourishment.”
Garret turned quickly and walked to the wooden double door that stood between him and his escape. He reached his hand for the handle and grasped it between his fingers. It was cold to the touch like everything else in the castle that had been touched by the hand of his Master, and there were few places in the castle that the master hadn’t touched.
He turned the handle and left the room as his Master sat, and watched him intently. He lifted the goblet he held and brought it to his lips. The candles continued to flicker across the room and for a split second revealed a smile on His face.
The Master rarely smiled. At least few people had ever seen him smile but then again few people even knew he existed and those that did know were under his control, as Garret was, or they were buried underground with the weapons they had thought to slay him with. None had succeeded in their attempts and the sight of the Master smiling was the last sight they ever saw before he turned his vengeance upon them and drained away their very life essence.
The Master placed the goblet onto the table and turned to the window that looked out over the lands that were soon to be his. Lands filled with riches and resources. But the thought of the one thing that was abundant in this land and nowhere else had kept the master alive for so many centuries. The Magic. It ran through the very soil of the land. The Magic was what he craved and when the Master craved something, the master got it.
Garret watched as the golden leaves danced across the air and came to rest upon the ground with the same grace it had possessed when it was carried by the tune that was played by the whistling winds that echoed around him.
Thoughts stirred inside Garrets mind. He began to think of what life would be like if there was no Master. He wondered what it felt like to be able to dance like the leaves did.
Garrets mind began to wander as he started to make his way across the courtyard. He started to whistle a tune from the very depths of his memory
He stopped. The tune rang out as he whistled it but his attempts to recall where he had learnt it came to no avail. He shrugged and continued to whistle the tune to himself as he walked in the chilled autumn sunshine. Even outside the castle the Masters presence could still be felt.
His feet came to a stop as he reached the gate that led to the road. He reached out his hand and touched the portcullis that blocked his path. It was one of the few places that the Master had never touched. It was as cold to the touch as the very stones in the castle itself.
He reached out to his side and pulled the lever to his side. The gate started to open slowly. Garret didn’t know how the gate worked; all he knew was that it was from a time long before the Master.
Garret walked through the gate and stepped onto the weather beaten path that led to the village that lay in the shadow of the Masters’ Castle. The path was wild, and the vegetation that grew around and on it was like a jungle. The flowers that lay in scattered clumps sat shrivelled and dying as the long grass towered over them blocking them of the nourishing sunlight that they needed to survive.
Garret began to think of what would happen to The Master if he did not return to him with nourishment. Would the master wither like the flowers did?

At 6/16/05 10:37 PM, DirtySyko wrote: How do you guys go about writing books? At this writing forum I post at I made a thread asking this same question, and most of them gave me the same answer. It seems everyone basically comes up with a very general idea, and they just start writing... They don't take notes, or come up with deep plot twists, character development, or even how the story will end. They just WING it. They say they let the characters develop themselves, just as they let the story unfold itself.

That is what I do. I sort of plan out what I wnat to happen but i don't decide" right I want this many characters. This one is gonna be the hero,this one is the comedy relief etc" or anything like that.

Also, many of them said they come up with the general idea of the story, and also the name of the book. I always thought naming the book was something you do at the very end, or at least halfway through the story. I've always done the same thing though. I would come up with the basic idea, name of the story, and then I would wing it... Though I would always feel like I was doing it wrong. I felt I should have taken note after note before writing, and I figured since I never did that, my story was poorly written.

In all honesty if you think that making notes will help you write betetr then by all means start making notes. I do make a few notes although msot of the time I do wing it with my stuff.

You have to go back and do a lot of editing.

Any story or book will need editing. If you think it doesn't need editing then your going to be in for a bit of a shock. Every time I read somehting I've written I can see soemthign I change. Whether its a grammatical or spelling msitake there is always something to change.

So now I'm asking you guys what your process is. Do you take tons of notes? Do you wing it? Do you know the ending before you write the first paragraph of the story? Do you know the name of the book before you finish it?

I wing it,make a few notes, and I don't name the story untill I get writers block and can't think of anything else to do(this normally happens about 3 pages into the story :P) and I know what i want to happen at the end of the story. Its always a good idea to have the begining and the end mapped out in your mind, I think. As for the middle just let the creativity flow. Make a few notes here and there is you want but making too many notes spoils the fun of writing for me. And that is the sole reason I write. For fun. If I get a book published in the process then that's great but I'm only ever going to write for me. If people like what I write then that is an added bonus.

Lmao. That song you're playing about Canada is hilarious.

At 6/16/05 04:38 PM, DaveMan_CI wrote: Never knowen a girl to check ma spelling before she will talk to me :P

Trust me mate its the greatest way to pull birds :P If your meticulous in your spelling and grammar it makes you look super intelligent and that makes the gals go weak at the knees <winks>

At 6/16/05 04:40 PM, SlipperyShah wrote

that case you are very fortunate :P

Indeed he is. Hell hath no fury like a woman who spots a typo right next to a grammatical error.

There's one thing that girls simply love mate. Its a little thing called punctuation. The use of a well placed comma, or apostrophe(sp?) ,or even the fabled full stop, is enough to get any girl after you.

So go out to some English lessons and you'll have the girls after you in no time at all.

But seriously mate if you wnat help ther eis a relationship crew in the C and C section that might be able to help. but I can say that what one girl on NG likes might not be what another girl like.s Your bets bet is to just get to know the person you ar eintereste din and if it don't work out move on. There are plenty of fish in the sea,as they say.

At 6/16/05 03:27 PM, Coop83 wrote: I always preferred NG (Nitro-Glycerine) as it was far more explosive then TNT, which is cumbersome. Back in early 2002, we stole a small ammount of NG and put it in the middle of the football pitch, before setting it off. The bang was more than expected and we really had to run, because it attracted quite a few people from the surrounding Hall of Residence.

Wher eon earth did you get the Nitro from? surely that would have been kept locked up in a special freezer or somehtign?

At 6/16/05 01:17 PM, DuskSkull wrote: *hands over crumpets*
Butter, preserve or another spread which you should fancy?
Or would you like a scone with cream and preserve?

Well...you are twisting ym arm but one feels a sone with cream and preserve will do nicely.

At 6/16/05 12:18 PM, GibSG wrote: Its also amazing how these exams are overhyped. I was expecting to be shitting my pants daily but I'm not at all. And I've only got 3 left - 2 Business Studies (which I hope to do well on since I'm taking it at 6th form, and Physics).

I've got physics,French reading,History and statistics left/ So i ahve 4 aswell.........one more week of exams :-(

At 6/16/05 06:46 AM, Coop83 wrote: I did A-Level chemistry and can tell you Polymerisation is the joining together of carbon chains to form longer structures, developing plastics.

wowo. I actually got it right then lol. What a surprise. I don't thinK I've got many marks on the questiona s I didn't go into detail but that is mmore or less what I put....I think.

OMG! That's the first time I've had to use chemistry like that. (Though I did use a lot of the chemistry of PET: Poly-ethylene-teraphthalate in my degree course.) Plastics are fun.

I have fond memories of when my Chemistry teacher took us to some lab palce where they amd eplastic explosives and TNT.......ahhhh thsoe were the days. Seeing TNT blow up thigns in the name of science.........Tri-Nitro Toluene.....hey that's actually pretty cool sounding name :P

<changes name>

Meh I was getting bored with Manic anyway.

One mroe exam down. Chemsitry exam ws pretty easy only thing I didn't know was what the hell Polymerisation is and what it does. No problem really as with that question and few other si might have got wrong I should only have dropped about 7 marks. 59 out of 66 will do me nicely what what!

Now then someone pass the crumpets. one is hungry and needs some lunch.

At 6/14/05 06:28 PM, Coop83 wrote: That was over 2 years of school, with all the notesa and exersizes I did, this wasn't such an achievement. I deplore the practice of putting notes inside the book itself, when we studied a text. I would write detailed notes, with everything I needed to know in my workbook and on the eve of my Eng Lit exam, i used Post Its to put the important stuff in the right places.

Any teacher that makes you write in a book deserves to be shot.

At 6/14/05 05:26 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Ya, I might get those two books. And ya... 1993 it came out... I am surprised it is so old this WoD.

WOD is fairly old. Its one of the most played traditional pen and paper RPG's. White wolf(company that make sit) are really good game developers and have some really good ideas. Although the layout of the books sucks at times.

Its a good idea I think to look into the WoD books. They have some really nice ideas about the werewolves and vampires.

So I was thinking about it. And here is what I have come to so far (subject to change):

What you have is pretty damn good. Just make sure when you ditch the Light weakness for vamps etc get rid of the garlic crap as well. Or if you insist on keeping it explain to me why on earth vamps are supposed to be weak against garlic.

but I had a nice idea about the werewolve sbut I'm not gonna share it with you :P Cause I'm gonna use it myself in something >:P

At 6/14/05 05:03 PM, BadReligionSkater wrote: In all honesty, I think a permanent revival of ECW would put the WWE shows in jeopardy.

Like they're not already? Lets face it WWE is going down the shitter. Sd sucks,raw is a bit better but only because they have the better wrestlers but they still don't use most of them properly. I'm still waiting for Jericho to get another title Shot and I think I'll be waiting for a LONG time.

Heh, I'm all for it, but I'm not sure Vince would be.

If Vince wants to make money then he'll revive it at least partially for some PPV's or something althugh is till think that reiving it completley would be amazing. RVD actually being used to his full potential. Tajiri actually getting the air time he deserves.........WWE sucks at using their talent

At 6/14/05 04:56 PM, Coop83 wrote: I can't think of a time when a teacher of mine took anyone's work to bed

I'm special like that you see <winks>

I had gone through 3 books

Bloody hell. 3 books? That's a lot.

At 6/14/05 04:50 PM, Coop83 wrote: Do you mean the first event which caused people to think about the existence of a God? If you do, then I don't.

I don't know what it means old boy. I hadn't ben taught it and it wasn't veyr clear what it meant in the question.

At 6/14/05 04:48 PM, metalhead676 wrote: yeah, well if it wasn't for all fo teh toehr countries hickland wouldn'tve won.

And if it wasn't for America the other countries could have lost. Just shut up mate. I don't think MoralLibertarian was suggesting that the yanks won the war single handedly. It was a combine effort on all parts. No one country was responisble for the outcome of the end ofthe war.