The mouse I had died and can no longer hoard cheese.
Feed it on GM peas. It'll grow a new set of knees.
Now come and read my pseudo-intellectual poncifications on the "Are the next generation techie thinkers (this is NOT about Star Trek)" thread i've just started, or I shall verilly show you a new avatar of my butt kissing bagels.
Sorry for the tangent all. It's minion's fault.
(gg sneaks out with the cheese)
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Virtual Reality chatter on a movie site? Got endless amounts of it here. Reviews over here
__________________ It's a god-awful small affair, To the girl with, the mousy hair, But her mummy is yelling "No", and her daddy has told her to go, But her friend is nowhere to be seen, Now she walks through her sunken dream, To the seat with the clearest view, And she's hooked to the silver screen, But the film is a saddening bore, For she's lived it ten times or more...
Hey , I am not taking Chris' place ya'll. I am just "The Other Yoda" . maybe not THE Yoda or Master Yoda. Just a well....put it this way. A replica Yoda.
Ace had to go get some cold gin. Something tells me he'll be gone for a while...
__________________ The novelist does not long to see the lion eat grass. He realizes that one and the same God created the wolf and the lamb, then smiled, "seeing that his work was good".
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They had temporarily escaped the factories, the warehouses, the slaughterhouses, the car washes - they'd be back in captivity the next day but now they were out - they were wild with freedom. They weren't thinking about the slavery of poverty. Or the slavery of welfare and food stamps. The rest of us would be all right until the poor learned how to make atom bombs in their basements.