Mitch

I worked at KFC for 4 weeks once. The place and the company as a whole can burn in hell. Then I shall piss on its ashes.

I don't believe in true love. It's such a cliche. . .something I've been told and heard throughout my entire life. My parents divorced when I was three, and now my step dad and mother are getting divorced. Marriages are mostly fake. There's exceptions, but really, I don't believe in love and marriage all too much. Edit: And all this stuff about god. As far as I'm concerned, we have no clue what god is like, therefore we shouldn't assume he's "forgiving" or whatever else - it's just what the good little Christianity has taught you. But believe as you wish. I don't really see how god comes into this considering you're 16 years old.

[quote name='Shinmaru']From most accounts I've heard, the game will be tough to find. Atlus only released a certain number of copies, and individual stores didn't get too many of them (I forget what the exact number was, but I think someone mentioned it in the thread earlier). But, yeah, you might have a hard time finding it, though I don't know how many people where you live would be buying Nocturne lol.[/quote] Thanks for that Shinny boy. My question to Tony is, then, if I can't get it here, what's a reliable site to order it off of? Or can I even order it? Are the copies so limited it's impossible to find at this point, and I'll have to pay some vast sum on ebay? :p

[size=1][color=red] I got the game the day it came out - I had it reserved. I've only played it about 3 hours, but those three hours were really enjoyable. I've played every title in the series, and enjoyed - but this game seems more enjoyable than them to me. Our PS2's one of those crappy earlier models that has a weak disc laser, or whatever it was. So it stopped reading the game. Now our PS2 is getting cleaned again. At this point, I'm considering buying a new PS2 - when I go to college I'll need it anyway. Anyway, great game, from what I played. I hope to play more, even if I am more busier, since it's senior year and all.[/size][/color]

I think I'll definitely buy this game, but right now it would be a waste to do so. I've already got [i]Disgaea[/i] to beat, and I've got [i]San Andreas[/i], too. So I'll just wait until I beat them. . .if I ever do. I don't know. I'm pretty busy at this point, and the games that are coming out nowadays just don't compare to the older ones at all. A while ago I was at my friend Ryan's house and we were playing [i]Super Mario All Stars[/i], and it was so fun. We also played [i]Donkey Kong Country[/i] and whatever other SNES games I own. Lots of fun despite how old they are. I've been wanting to get this game since it came out, though. What I'm wondering is, is it hard to find? If I just go up to my local Gamestop, will they have it? Perhaps I will just buy it now. . .I don't know. I do have the money.

[size=1][color=red] I believe it's assumptuous to believe that after this life, you'll live in a heaven or a hell or you'll be reincarnated or whatever other ideas there are. I simply believe that I do not know what shall happen when I die and thus I am not going to concern myself with it - instead, whatever happens when I die shall happen - whether it be I go to hell, heaven, or I just cease to exist. I guess you could say I take a more scientific approach to it - a "seeing is believing" way of it. Religiously I also have no religion, but I'm agnostic - meaning, I do not know if there is a god nor do I know if there is - and also that I believe our understanding of god as humans is beyond us. It's kind of an apatheist approach to it, because in the end if there is a god or if there isn't doesn't concern me - it is an answer I'll never get while I'm alive, so I'm not going to falsely believe in a religion. Religion to me at this point is a moral system that teaches us what's wrong and right, and which gives our life purpose where there otherwise would be no purpose. I respect those who believe in a religion, but personally, I have no place for some sytem that indoctrinates and tells one what to do because we're too ignorant to think for ourselves. Another good point I would like to bring up is, if there is a god, who says there would be one? I don't understand the monotheistic beliefs of so many religions at this point, when it seems to me, the universe, as vast as it is, probably was made by more than one omniscient omnipotent being. [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] I run 2 miles about 5 days a week, lift weights 3 of those days, and I also work at the Steak Buffet, which is exercise as well, but it's not as intense as running. As for food, I don't really worry about it. I try to eat diverse and try to get all the food groups in my diet, but I definitely fall below the recommended allowances for servings.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] I turned 18 October 12th, and I've been working at The Steak Buffet for about 4 months now. That's where I work.[/size][/color]

I Somewhere out there, someone?s dying. Giving those last breaths, and their life?s leaving them. His name?s Bobbie Sanders. He?s a teacher, in New York City. Her name?s Lindie Miller. She?s a nurse, in Dallas, Texas. I can feel them, all of them. I can see them dying, like they?re doing it right here in front of me. Like Bobbie?s lying in his sleep, his heart slowly scuttling to a stop. Like Lindie?s right here, in the hospital, wearing white, cancer getting the best of her. I can hear the EKG going off the line, going to that beep, beep, beep. . .then nothing. Silence. How ironic, a nurse dying from cancer. Someone who?s out there to help the sick, the ill: she dies from what she fights herself. When you think about it, every second, someone?s dying, somewhere. Maybe it?s right next door to you. Maybe it?s that ****** neighbor you always hated, who you never talk to ? who you?re enemies with. Maybe it?s that bitchy-*** teacher you?ve got at college, the one who never shuts the **** up about anything, and talks about nothing, and promptly yells at students when they don?t do jack **** in her classes. Maybe who?s going to die next, that?s you. We?re all mortal here on this plane of existence. We live from one moment, to the next. One moment you?re a peachy, preppy happy little creature. The next second, you?re walking across the street, a drunk driver speeds by, runs you over, you die. One moment, you?re having sex with your hot girlfriend ? she?s got a nice *** ? and you?re stradling her so hard, you get a heart attack, since your poor heart couldn?t handle it. And you die. One moment, you find a sore on your arm, and you find out it?s skin cancer, and you find out it?s metastasized already, and that you?re going to die from cancer. You go through Chemo, but you die. One moment, you?re a ninety-something reject in a nursing home, and your weak-*** heart, it just ******* quits on you, and you eat the big **** up in the sky. One moment, you?re skinny dipping out in the river, then you fall into the oncoming rush, and you full under, run out of breath, and you die from where you once came from ? where once upon a time, there were simple cells, weird-*** fuckers who turned into many life forms ? one being humans, you. One moment, you?re being a jackass with your friends, jumping off this cliff?s edge. You fall and land on your spinal cord, and sever the goddamn thing all the way in half, and you?re ******* dead as doornail. One moment you?re alive, and another you?re dead. That?s the way it works, the way it?ll always work, probably, even as much as we try to find that fountain of youth ? that immortality. I can hear them. Moaning, groaning, spasming. I can feel the heart?s thuds get shorter, shorter, and so ******* gone. I can feel the winding in of breath, can feel it like it?s on my lips. I can feel it getting weaker, weaker, so ******* gone. I can feel the blood stop flowing. I can sense the oncoming decay. I can smell death. I can lick it with my tongue. Kiss it with my lips. See it with my eyes. Feel it tingling on my fingertips. Feel it numbing my toes. This one guy. Jessie Davis, he?s dying right now. The poor ****, his heart?s clogged to ****. Too much cholesterol, too much going to all those buffets, all over America like a plague of death. Too much going to McD?s, Burger King, Arby?s, Wendy?s. Too many cows he?s eaten, too many hamburgers. He must?ve eaten one hundred full cows, with all that fat he?s got. With those arteries he?s got, clogged to hell. He should?ve laid off the fries for a while. Maybe had some salads. Maybe went for some jogs. But now, he?s so screwed, there?s the only fact of the matter that he just has to not be a virgin. That?s how screwed he is. How ******. How utterly, completely. You have to wonder, how many ways. How many ways are there to die? You could do suicide. That alone has so many ways. You could do a homicide. So many ways there, too. Execution. Natural causes. Cancer. Diseases. Viruses. Illnesses. Accidental deaths. It goes on, just goes on and and on and on. Endlessly. Now, how many ways are there to be born? Only one. Uno. That?s it. The only way you?re born, is when your parents **** each other. Give into the lust, the love ? whatever it?s called to you. It?s still sex, pure and simple. The only way you?re born, is when you come out of that womb, pure and simple. When your mom pushes one out. Pops one out. The sperm, the zygote, they come together, coalesce. Then there you?re on the way to coming into this hellhole. It?s unfair. There should be almost limitless ways to be born, too. What?s even more unfair is, you should have a choice in the matter ? you should be able to choose if you want to be born ? if you want to come to this ****-*** place. The question is, how would you be born? Would you appear out of thin air? Would you drop from the sky, bump your head, get taken by someone? Me, I?d make it all ****** up. I?d **** with it. What I?d do is, I?d make dying like being born. I?d make it so that it?d be like being reborn. Like inhabiting someone?s dead body. Right now, Lisa Tanner, she?s dying. A gunshot to the head, point blank. A burglar did it. The **** face. I mean, Jesus H. Lisa Tanner, she?s got these nice, perky breasts. What I?d do, is I?d take her body. Just somehow, come in there and take it, make it come back to life. It?d be a real miracle. And then, I?d be born. It?d be like grafting my mind into hers ? I?d have my personality, but none of my memory. It?d be all erased. I?d think I was Lisa Tanner, for all I knew. A pretty, well-asseted voluptuous goddess. Wouldn?t it be good to be so selective? To actually be what you wanted to be? Death just seems like so much more fun than being born ever will be. With death, you can do what you want, if you take it into your own hands. If you do what you want with it. I know, so many ways to die, so little time. One moment, you think you?ve got control. The next, you don?t, your whole life?s gone as hell, and you?re some old bat, and you?re dying. Hopefully, I?ll die young. Isn?t that the way to do it these days? Be something like Jim Morrison, or whatever else you?ve got. Die when you?re young so everyone remembers you young, so you become immortal, so you don?t have to suffer through this useless rent of existence. I mean, those who die young, I think they?ve got it lucky. They?ve got an advantage. II Tonight, the sky?s blackest bleak. The stars do shine, but I might as well not see them. The moon, it?s out, and full. Looks like that face that it isn?t. Those two eyes that?re craters, that mouth that?s probably craters, too. She steps out the door with me, Laurice. She?s this girl I know. Met her at college. Laurice, she?s a brunette. Black hair, black as the sky tonight. It?s long, waves in the night air. She?s got a thin nose, pouty woman lips, black eyes. She?s the way I like women, black hair, beautiful. We step in my car, I put the keys in. She says, ?So we?re going through with this?? I tell her we are. We?re going to the cemetery, and we?re going to look up at the black menacing sky, we?re going to listen for ravens, we?re going to read the epithets on the tombstones, the forgotten names, the dates. I tell her, ?What?s there to be afraid of, Laurice?? Maybe there?s sarcasm in my voice, maybe there isn?t. She gives me a you-know-what look, but manages a grin on that pretty face. I grin back. We?re grinning at each other, now. I say, ?Well, the engine?s running, our grins?re grinning ? let?s get this show on the road, kids.? She says, ?Beam me up, Scotty.? We drive off. Half an hour later, we pull up to the cemetery. It?s way out of town, like you?d expect. All dark, gloomy, morose, as you?d expect. It?s named Helphenter Cemetery, and as we drive up, on the dirt road, dust whichway all over, I brake, and we come to a halt. I say, ?Here we are,? my hands still clutching the wheel. She says, ?Yep.? I take off my hands, and open the door, step out. She follows me, and we stand outside the gate, a while. Just look at it, listen. I say, ?I can hear the dead moaning.? She says, ?I can hear you moaning.? I give a startled chuckle and say, ?Aren?t you perverse as hell.? She says, ?Why of course,? and I tell her that?s what I?d expect from a girl such as Laurice is. You can see shadows, out there. See those gravestones jutting up, as something hidden. You see crosses, rectangular blocks, arches. You see some flowers all around, gray in the night. You get to thinking, and you realize there?s bodies all over this place, only concealed. Then there?s the gate. I say, ?Let?s go, shall we?? She says, ?Okay. But you lead.? I say, ?What, scared?? She says, now in a whisper, ?Yes, I am.? Then, ?Because I?m scared for my big, strong man?s life.? I say, ?Oh, you *****.? She says, ?Oh?? I say, ?Well, I take it back. How?s ?sexy *****? sound?? She says, ?Just go already.? So I do. The gate, with Helphenter Cemetery on it, I open. It creaks, loud. When it stops creaking, I say, ?The thing could use some lubricant.? I say it knowing she?ll probably give something back, all perverted. I figure it?ll help keep me from running away like a little baby. Plus, who can beat flirting with a hot dame? She says, ?Sounds like what you could use.? I give a grin, say, ?I knew that one was coming.? ?Some other thing is going to be coming, soon.? I say, ?You?re just sick.? And I grab her hand, and say, ?But even if you?re sick, I need you by my side, Laurice.? ?As do I,? she says. I tense my muscles, pushing hard, on and off, squeezing her hand. I say, ?We?re going to die here.? She says, ?That makes one of us. Just walk already, and stop squeezing my hand.? ?Yes queen,? I say. And walk over to the nearest gravestone, not squeezing her hand. ?That?s right. You?re my slave.? We bend down, together. Read this first tombstone. It?s a dull rectangular block, and through the full moon?s light, we can read it. I say, ?Thomase Went, 1920 ? 1996. R.I.P.? She says, ?He sure died an old bastard.? I say, ?What? Seventy-six is ?an old bastard?? I?d say, no.? ?I?d say, yes.? ?Well **** you.? ?Eventually,? she says, and we?re looking each other in the face, now. She says, ?But first, let?s look around some more.? Her hair?s all over, barely seen in the blackness. Her face is pretty. I say, ?Come hither, queen, hie in haste. Thou shalt be rapt whence we view more.? I take her hand again, lead her over to the next tombstone, and the next one after that, and the next one after that. At one tombstone ? it?s Donald Moller?s ? I say, ?Donald?s such a lame name. But, you know what Shakespeare said about names.? She says, ?They don?t matter.? At one tombstone, Lyod Franfer?s, I say, ?Really, I can hear the dead moaning.? I squeeze her hand. She says, ?You?re such a liar. I bet you?re imagining me moaning, in your head, right now.? I say, ?What if I am?? ?I guess that would make me dead, then? Since you said you hear the dead moaning?? Eventually, we get tired of looking at the tombstones. We sit down on Ronald Downy?s tombstone, he died 1987. It?s a big tombstone, big enough for us both to sit on, if we squeeze in a bit. In the distance, there?s crickets making that noise, the one that?s so familiar. I say, ?That noise, those crickets. That?s the noise of night.? I say, ?It just goes along with night, doesn?t it?? I look over at her, she?s looking up at the sky. Her eyes look beautiful. She looks beautiful. Her hair, it?s flat and moving a bit on the tombstone?s surface. Her legs hang a bit over the edge. Her breasts push up against her shirt, since she?s lying down, giving them more tone. Her lips moving, she says, ?Yeah, it does.? Her voice sounds like a dreamer?s. It sounds with fragility. She says, ?It?s so beautiful out here.? I say, ?Yes it is. And, you?re beautiful.? She leans over to me, we?re face to face, some of her hair?s touching me. I grab her back, she puts her arms around my nape. I feel her breath when she says, ?You?re beautiful, too.? I say, ?Not as much as you.? I say, ?I?m a crazy bastard, anyway.? ?But since you?re a crazy bastard, that makes you so beautiful.? I say, ?Guess so, doesn?t it?? She leans in, for a kiss, and I accept. The lips, they?re one of the most sensual parts of the body, and I feel it, when she kisses me. The rest of the night, it swirls around, it?s all a blur. We do it atop that tombstone, her with her perky breasts, her beautiful brunette hair, her pouty lips, her thin body. Me, a crazy bastard. When we?re done, we lie atop the tombstone, in each other?s arms, and stare at the sky together. I stroke her hair a bit, while we?re lying there. I say, ?I love the night.? She says, ?Yes, it?s so serene, and peaceful.? Both our voices must sound like dreamers? voices. We don?t say much else. What?s unsaid, it?s conveyed in other ways. Just by the look in her eyes, when she looks at me, when I look at her. The way we hold each other, I stroke her hair. We fall asleep, there, in each other?s arms, naked.

[i]The Jungle[/i] by Upton Sinclair I read recently. It's a book that stands up to all the time that has passed since its publishing, and is still packing as dynamic a punch as it did way back when it was released. One of my favorite books I've read. Let's see. . .what else. I read Michael Crichton's [i]Prey[/i], the novella [i]The Catcher in the Rye[/i], [i]Bestial[/i], [i]The Autobiography of Malcolm X[/i], Dean Koontz's [i]The Bad Place[/i], some of Mark Twain's [i]Letters from the Earth[/i], [i]Depraved[/i], and right now I'm reading William Faulkner's [i]The Sound and the Fury[/i], which has been hard for me to get into, since his writing is so bizarre yet so genius all at once. My reading's been somewhat stymied from working and a lack of wanting to read really, but I plan on starting to get back on track and reading [i]The Sound and the Fury[/i] this week, late at night after I work.

[size=1][color=red] I don't see a reason to even compose a reply, because all I've said is up above, you simply didn't read into it enough. Mainly, I didn't come to the movie thinking it was going to be a horror flick. As is directly stated above, in my previous post, "I didn't know what to expect." Anyway, it's pointless to try and say what I should when I've already said it all above and you're simply going to keep calling what I'm saying ignorant and whatever else. So oh well, basically I don't like this movie, and that's good enough for me. If you like it, I respect that and I don't see any reason why you have to sit here and act like you have to set me straight on what I'm already straight on.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] This movie is a waste of time. Don't go see it when there's better things to see. The only thing that makes this movie decent is Will Smith. He's a powerful actor, and does a wonderful job as he always does. Although, I have to say, I kept having deja vu in the film. I kept remembering scenes from [i]Men In Black[/i] and I kept having a sense that this film was just too much of the same from him. I mean, in [i]MIB[/i], he's a cop. Well how about this, in [i]I, Robot[/i] he's a cop too! And it goes on and on. Skip it. Go see something worth your time. *achoo* I'm allergic to ********. And that's what this film was.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] Amen to all that that Tony said. I didn't have a bias to this movie. I just didn't know what to expect, what with the trailer and all. I thought it would be at least a bit scary, like [i]Signs[/i] was, but it isn't. It's still false advertising no matter what you say TN, and it's cheating people. Usually, a trailer is meant to give you a brief sense of what a movie is about, and what it'll be like--will it be scary? will it be funny? but this film falsely advertised to me that it was going to be at least somewhat scary. . .which it wasn't. Instead of that, I'm given some moral story that's a waste of time and that could've been executed so much better than it was. Transtic, there's nothing deep about this movie. It's all explained to you if you pay attention. Just because I thought this movie was going to be a horror film in some sense doesn't mean I didn't come looking for what might be deeper. I didn't come to this movie with any biases. I simply came expecting what I've expected in the past from M. Night, and this time I didn't enjoy the ride at all. There is nothing deep about this movie. We've already explained what it's all about, as deep as we can go, and that's it. And what this movie says does nothing. It doesn't really bring you to an epiphany, it doesn't give you a sense that you've learned something. It gives you a sense that the real reason for this movie was just to tell you violence is bad and so is society, which are both blatantly obvious to anyone who's been alive long enough. None of M. Night's films have been deep. [i]Signs[/i] was not deep, [i]Unbreakable[/i] was not deep, and [i]The Sixth Sense[/i] was not deep. Although I did enjoy all those films, I didn't enjoy this one. I think mainly it's just that I'm tiring of this guy using the same forumla in his movies. But most mainly, I didn't like this story because it was so slowly paced (worse than his other movies), the real core of the movie was a waste of time, and all in all it was just about an hour and a half of a bore fest, and only at the end was it somewhat interesting, and even then I was so sick of the movie I didn't care. Again, the only thing I really liked about this movie was the actor who played Ivy. I think she's a very beautiful, attractive woman.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] Miss. This movie was like having a gun put to my head, at point blank. And it missed. It. .. missed. At its centerfuge, it is a love story yarn. It is about love and how it will drive the individual to do things which one would otherwise not do. And at its subterfuge it is about groups of people who escape from society because they have been wronged by it in incompensateable ways. The main problem with the film is its pacing. It is slow, from the very beginning. I've had this problem with Shyamalan's other films to a point--most notably with [i]Unbreakable[/i]--but up until this point, it's been bearable. It wasn't bearable this time. The slow pace makes you care less about what you're watching. You don't care about the characters. You don't care about the insipid love story. And above all, when the movie [i]finally[/i] picks up some pace at its very end, you're just too tired for the drill and dull ride to give a damn. The idea has some novelty, but it didn't blow me away, when I found out what the movie was really about. Society itself, and how it works, and what it does, is something I've thought over for a long amount of time. Although there's good acting performances--most notably the beautiful actor who plays Ivy--it still isn't enough to pull this through. It's just too slow paced. And the story itself, once you've finally got it all revealed, isn't anything too amazing. A very disappointing movie. I think the main reason most were disappointed was because there was such a false advertising to this movie. Many would see the trailed and consider it is a horror flick, of some nature, like Night's previous voyeur was--[i]Signs[/i]--but it is not. Although it does have horror elements in it, don't expect to be scared at all in the film. Where the film does try to scare you, it doesn't succeed because you're not drawn into this movie from the get-go. I came to this movie expecting a lot more, knowing what Shyamalan is capable of. I left rudely disappointed with it. All in all, a boring lackluster film. I wouldn't run out to see it. It might be worth a rental, just for the sake of seeing it if you like Night, but other than that, this is definitely Shyamalan's worst movie. Especially if you've seen all his other movies, and know what he's capable of.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] Just get a blow-up doll. I have my own. We have a lot of good time together. She's like my best friend, and we're soulmates. She never bitches. She never complains. She just sits there like a nice little girl. Also, she's curvy and an airhead. I like that about her. Yesterday I kissed her for the first time. When we kissed I told her I like how quiet she is all the time, and how she's mine, all mine. I got mine off of e-bay. Some lonely guy was selling it. So I jumped at the offer--and boy did I get it cheap, since no one else seemed to want Cynthia but me. I don't know what I'd do without her. I guess I'd still be a virgin is what it'd be without her, and I'd be still lonely and doing it all with myself. I think I'm going to marry her soon enough. I bought her this toy ring the other day, and I went on my knee, and asked her the question. She didn't say anything though. I tend to believe that means yes from her, but you never know. Women are indecisive--you've got to give them time. Here's to hoping.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red]-You come to OB each day and see the same people posting and realize that we're all losers.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] I do not fear. I fear nothing. I am not afraid. I am not timid. I do not feel terror. I don't shake.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] Break up with your boyfriend and date all your guy friends at once. You're young, so you've got to live your life promiscuously. Don't waste this chance. I'm counting on you. I'm sorry this's all the advice I have to offer, but trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I watch Oprah. And Dr. Phil.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] The moment that makes me most embarrassed is when I realized how ****** up the world is. I just couldn't believe I was that naive not the believe that, not to see it. But now I see it.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] It's late and so when I first saw the title of this thread, I thought it said "Would you chooose to have sex with your baby?" That was a somewhat amusing moment in a sense anyway. Yes, I would choose the sex of my baby--and I'd make it sexless. A hermaphrodite. Just like the virgin Mary was, I'd make my baby have both of the sexual reproductive organs, both functional, thus allowing my baby to one day inseminate itself and have its own children without ever having to have sex. I might have the next Jesus Christ on my hands. I'll keep you posted. It really depends on how long I live, and if my darling hermaphrodite has a miscarriage or some other thing. I expect to be a grandpa soon enough, though. Thing is, I won't live long enough to see my grandson on the cross. [/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] I still remember that one moment. They're both sitting there eating tuna, from bowls. She turns to him and asks, "I've always wondered. . .why's it called 'Chicken of the sea'?" And then he just gives her this look. Now you know, what I'm wondering is what is Chicken of the Sea? Is it actually chicken, they get from the sea? And how does that work? Do they genetically engineer the chickens so that they have gills by splicing in amphibian genes, or fish genes? Do they just let the chickens soak in sea water for a few days as the corpse rots, and then take it out and say, "We've got our 'Chicken of the Sea!' Yes!" And also what I'm wondering, is there Tuna of the Land? And if so, how do they get the tuna to breathe on the land? Do they use the same method, give the fish some human genes which allow them to have lungs, or some other thing? Or do they let the tuna sunbathe out in the open, let it deliquesce out in the open? Who knows. You know, I just don't know. And of course I've had moments as you're prompting. Do I really care to think hard and find a specific moment? No, not really. Although, on a looser sense of the topic, I sometimes randomly, as I'm sitting there or something, think of things I've known of in the past. A good one of those is words. I'll sit there and think of words I haven't used for a while. Once, I couldn't remember the word catharsis. And it was right on my tongue. But I sat there, and eventually it came to me, when I least expected it nonetheless. Also, I've been trying to remember the Latin word for dearest, but it hasn't come to me. . .I should just go find it on the net somewhere at this point.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] It's nice to know some other people love this game. It makes me happier. And I still can't believe you went through that hell lol. And then you come back and tell me you won't tell me about that FMV. Meanie. :p Well, anyway, I ordered [i]Parasite Eve II[/i] today. I'll be talking about that in this thread eventually. Now I want to start playing the Chrysler Building again. . .hm.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] I think it's strikingly, obviously, conspicuously true that if you have something like the internet, then it's going to get a rise in anti-social behavior, since it helps make it easier to be just that--anti-social. And I think it's obvious that there's those people out there who are the exact opposite online than what they are in real life. This doesn't mean that this is a side of said person that they don't have, it's just a sign that this side that said person has is one they choose to not use in real-life's social situations. On the flipside, instant messaging and whatever else is a lot like a social situation, without the physical interaction (which is a lot of what a social interaction is), so in part talking over the internet is talking, but it doesn't carry with it the dynamics that a real-life social session would have. So in part, it's anti-social, but it's not. And in the end, who really gives one care if the internet makes you more anti-social? I certainly don't. It's not like there's some epidemic going on. It's not like this is as bad as obesity in the US. If it was that bad, I'm sure they'd make up something like the low carb diet, something unhealthy but something that also works. But is only temporary. And doesn't really fix the problem in the long-run.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=red] i had this one nighmere where i woke up and i was walking around in ob and then i came into ofaku longue and then i saw that the forem was all messed up and stuf and i didnt know what was happening and then i realized i was walking around naked without my cerrect brain and that i was typing up posts without using cerrect grammer! it was terreble. . .and oh wait what the hell? What the hell? . . .WHAT THE HELL? Read above, ladies and gentlemen. That above is the most incoherent, terrible piece of writing I've ever had the honor of writing. Doesn't it make you want to run around and scream bloody mother to see a one Mitchell Grant Smith, who has been such a wonderful, great poster, go to such lows? Oh, it sure does make me want to. . .and I'm myself, and I don't run around screaming bloody mother about things about myself! Geesh! Good grief! Lord almighty! You see, that above is what we don't like here at OB! It's what clogs this Otaku Lounge forum up, sort of like what Cholesterol does in a blood stream. I fear for OL's life. I fear soon it will have a life-threatening heart-attack which will cause its vena cava to BREAK OPEN AND SPEW ALL around and forth in bloody matrimony. We must save her, she is dying. This is my real-life nightmare. . .it scares me when I sleep at night, too. And it won't leave my dreams, either! It makes me shiver! Someone has to do something about that nightmare. It's the worst I've ever had. What's worse, though, is the amount of dreary perfunctory threads, whose dullness never stops graying me and graying me until all I have left to hold onto is a graying matter of a heart that is dying, slowly dying, from too much Cholesterol and too little prozac.[/size][/color]

[QUOTE=Panda]For those concerned about the OL: Why not be pro-active and start an interesting, thought provoking thread in this forum. People complain about the forum yet won't do anything to change it. Start a great thread and make a difference in the forum. :) [/QUOTE] [size=1][color=red] Been there, done that. I actually used to mod Otaku Lounge, if you want to know. So I do have some clue of what I'm talking about. Usually, I make different, eccentric threads, and usually only the people who I force to post post in them. Either that are the discussion digresses to some pithy war over some other thing. Search around. I've made my batches of posts in this forum before. Most recently, I remember making one where I typed up this whole article on the American funeral industry, and only a few people replied, mostly either saying what I said was against their opinion, or with a small blurb. Anyway.[/size][/color]