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El Jeffe's Avatar Picture El Jeffe – December 09, 2007 06:56AM Reply Quote
finally, back to normal

rino – February 06, 2008 12:12PM Reply Quote
In America, the only respectable form of socialism is socialism for the rich.
writer's strike

business executives

creativity

none.

Madaracs – February 07, 2008 05:43AM Reply Quote
Ooh! Scary! Scary! Don't we look mean? You can't see me! But I can see you!
I really should post nothing. But I'm not a writer.

John Willoughby – July 31, 2008 06:34PM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
#357 on the list of sentences I never expected to utter as a parent:

"The PowerBook is NOT a woodwind!"

Madaracs – August 15, 2008 10:33AM Reply Quote
Ooh! Scary! Scary! Don't we look mean? You can't see me! But I can see you!
Hide. Exit exit. Reboot.

Bruce Robertson – August 15, 2008 12:24PM Reply Quote
Boots: exit hide.

John Willoughby – August 21, 2008 09:54AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
The Mojave Experiment.
The Forbin Project.
The Andromeda Strain.

El Jeffe – August 21, 2008 11:34AM Reply Quote
What a journey.
Forbin was one of the ones I loved as a young child.

John Willoughby – August 21, 2008 11:40AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
"This is the voice of World Control."

Steve Cordova – August 21, 2008 01:05PM Reply Quote
History passes the first time as tragedy, the second time as farts. - Roy Edroso
"There was talk of French toast, but there was none to be had."

John Willoughby – August 21, 2008 01:19PM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
He listened to the piped koto music and waited. Twenty minutes, then gravity came down on him like a great soft hand with bones of ancient stone.

Madaracs – August 25, 2008 08:41AM Reply Quote
Ooh! Scary! Scary! Don't we look mean? You can't see me! But I can see you!
Koyaanisqatsi.

tliet – August 25, 2008 10:03AM Reply Quote

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:14AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned, and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their conciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraven, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where Man rules now. After summer is winter, and after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:21AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
Then at last his gaze was held: wall upon wall, battlement upon battlement, black, immeasurably strong, mountain of iron, gate of steel, tower of adamant, he saw it: Barad-dûr, Fortess of Sauron. All hope left him.

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:23AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
"Yossarian? What the hell kind of name is Yossarian?"

Lieutenant Scheisskopf had the facts at his fingertips. "It's Yossarian's name, sir," he explained.

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:26AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
Bugs, Mr. Rico! Zillions of 'em! I'm a-burning 'em down!

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:28AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
There is a great deal to be said for porcupines, Heaven. Solomon had a thousand, and Solomon knew what o'clock it was, I believe.

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:30AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
"Only this morning I was thinking how right they were to say it was better to be a dead horse than a live lion." He gazed out of the scuttle, obviously going over the words in his mind. "No. I mean better to flog a dead horse than a live lion."

"I quite agree."

"Yet even that's not quite right, neither. I know there is a dead horse in it somewhere; but I'm afraid I'm brought by the lee this time, though I rather pride myself on proverbs..."

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:33AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a man's mind.

John Willoughby – August 25, 2008 11:34AM Reply Quote
Cyberdyne Systems Customer Support
Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav'n.

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