All right then Donkey! Ooh, I squeaked one out.

Can ye smell the old cheese?

Your G key is _roken.


<--- _atman knows how to play this game.

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Amazingly, I am still watching House very regularly.


I have already seen from one side of this series to the other and I am currently doing so again.

I do not find medical dramas nor comedy series particularly compelling but since they sprinkle in a little bit of both, it seems to hold quite well with my interests.


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The last movie I have seen is actually Texas Killing Fields, starring the guy who played Kyle Reese in Terminator : Salvation.

It is not re-watchable and was barely watchable the first time.

It's about people who don't deserve to die being murdered and the predictable ending did not have me riveted.

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Special Agent - Part One

 Lee convenes at Headquarters with fellow agents. He immediately senses something amiss. A female agent who used to be his lover is being impersonated by a person who is definitely not her. He can tell by this un-sexy walk he sees.

He didn't know it was supposed to be her until a fellow agent calls out her name. If this impostor has everyone fooled, how best to alert them before this mole can escape in secret.

He figures on a head-on confrontation. He draws his pistol and levels it calmly at the impostor. He firmly demands this mole identify themself. Headquarters is in an uproar. Senior agents are frantically screaming at him to lower his weapon and stand down.

Lee waves his free hand dismissively and blocks them all out. Despite the tumult in the room, he can hear his target speak as if they are alone at a graveyard.

"It's me, Agent Lee. Just Agent Dawson."

Lee sighs and shrugs off this bluff. It doesn't sound like her. Too raspy. Holly Dawson has a voice sweet like honey. Real Holly was on first name terms with Lee. She wouldn't have needed to peek down at his name badge before warbling out his formal address. That is exactly what this impostor did.

Holly could very well have altered her entire look and style of walking but that mannish voice, unfamiliarity with him and those garish fake nails Holly had firmly declared she would never wear were three strong strikes not to be written off.

Impostor did not need to know all of what gave them away. They just needed to fess up and reveal whether Holly Dawson was still alive. Lee was even more confident than when he had drawn his pistol. This spook was not going to pull a fast one on him.

"Nice try. Your real name please," Lee sighs calmly as he lines up his shot carefully. Impostor edges towards Lee. Probably sensing there will be a numbers advantage intervening to deal with Agent Lee if he can be disarmed in front of these cowards. Making a move when Agent Lee has his gun drawn would be a mistake in a direct conflict with him. He will inflict fatal wounds before he lets his piece go. He waits patiently for this impostor to reach that point of no return. Impostor speaks slowly but Lee can see muscles tense up in prep for a fast sudden move to be made.

"I told you, I'm-" BAM! One round through an enlarged Adam's apple silences the impostor. Four agents who were too afraid to get between Agent Lee and the impostor now rush at Lee. He holsters his sidearm neatly and hits four men coming at him with their arms flailing blindly. His fists connect for four knockout blows. A quartet of [he can only assume] glass jawed falsettos fall at his feet. Satisfied he has pacified his work crowd, Agent Lee strides over and rips a wig off of a fallen impostor.

Every man with a pulse gasps except Lee and the guys who are out. Lee has not killed a woman and he never will. A resounding room full of men slapping their heads occurs. A male crew cut revealed makes a heavily made up face lose all deception of femininity.

All men standing around Agent Lee shift in their polyester slacks. It is a collective move to put their boners away. None of them had realised this agent dame was not a dame. Did that make them gay? How about Lee? Wasn't he rumoured to have gotten freaky with this freak show? Why kill him now?

Their attention is drawn by Agent Lee pulling bits of flesh coloured plastic out from under those fake fingernails. He shows them to his top senior agent.

"These are exact replicas of Dawson's fingertips. That's how he fooled our security fingerprint scanner to get in here."

"Why did you kill him? We could have questioned him about his mission and any data he may have stolen."

"More at stake than just that. Besides that, you saw how every idiot in this room was fooled. They tried to stop me and would have if I had pulled my shot. Then our mole would get away scotch free and a league of idiocy inhabiting this office would have committed me."

The top agent's throat gets tight. He tugs at his stiff collar. He is exactly the type of idiot who got fooled by the charade.

"Why corner him at all? Maybe tail him when he leaves. Spy on the sly."

"Putting one in the wind is always higher risk. Stakes are too high for that. If I gave even a hint that I suspected his fraud, he would disappear before I could gather info on him. If he is killed or captured, his threat ends. These fingertip replicas last only 12 hours before human sebum or sweat exposure will disrupt the moulding. I need to check surveillance feeds to figure out if this is his first visit here. If it is, our data is likely uncompromised. If it is not, Dawson is likely still alive."

"Why does is it need to be you?" the top agent gulps nervously, wondering if he could guess the answer without seeming foolish again.

Agent Lee grins cockily. "I am the only agent who noticed any difference. As much as I'd love to distance myself from a case involving my former partner being missing, I am pivotally necessary for this."

"All right, access will be granted. You will have those security tapes pronto. I will have a rush put on it." Lee's direct supervisor forces himself to grin back and generally looks relieved to have something useful to contribute to this vital investigation.

"Uh huh," Lee looks around at the fools milling about. "We'll have to interrogate these rubes who tried to stop me. Their story has to be straight and clean to be sure none of them were in league with that dead guy."

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
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Coming up : That impostor evidently spied on Lee's office colleagues every day for weeks until that very day Lee came in and spotted them. Lee soon gathers a task force comprised of guys he considers "not sissies" to mount a rescue mission for Agent Holly Dawson.




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 I also have a plan that has every chance of working.


 My plan is to study from books about which foods will give me the most energy and absorb knowledge on how best to prepare them.


 I plan to actually use the recorded workout programs on the Personal Video Recorder to achieve a good burn, not on an occasional basis as I have been doing but every day for the near future.


I want to get outside and run some more.


I also need to get my lungs checked. Needed it for a long time. I used to be the only kid on a soccer pitch audibly wheezing. I am not a kid anymore.


My neck needs an X-ray to identify problems caused by a previous injury.

I need to sit more correctly so my lower back stops killing me. Develop some better muscles there to make myself stay upright.

This biggest threat to my health right now - amazingly - is procrastination. I have been putting off moving forward with these efforts.

I am lethargic for most of each day. I just eat when I am hungry with no greater plan in play. No preparation.
I exercise sparingly but don't try to make any real progress or spur improvement. I am still breathing but on decreased lung capacity. My neck still aches at times but not a whole lot worse than when I used to sleep on it wrong.

I am delaying getting started because I am too complacent. I tolerate discomfort because I can and it tends to take less of my limited energy to cope but not improve.

I hope someday I will have something to brag about here. It seems it will not be today.

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 I suppose this is a great place to share my wildest and most fictional aspiration.

 I am going to invent a technology that puts everything before it to shame. It will make solar panels look archaic, rather than the cutting edge they are thought to be today. Money will become obsolete. Money is only a medium of trade. Humans will no longer have to depend on trading with each other for goods and services to survive. There will be no energy crisis, homeless conflict or greenhouse gases needed to be emitted to spur on human development.

 There will be no impetus to seek conflict with other countries, even though there may still be psychos like Vladimir who will start wars they are too sissy to withdraw from. Not to worry. I got your back everybody. My technology also grants every person lifelong protection from physical attack.

What is it? It is light woven into holograms and reinforced by nano-magnetic fields when matter manipulation is programmed for. It is entirely powered by light. None of that wasteful converting solar energy in electricity and then back again. My mobile equipment will simply be strands of holo-light threaded around my fingers. I will use them to call forth holograms.

I will cast bullet screens around people wherever I go. This will protect them from anything harmful. I will grant holo-hearthstones for the impoverished to heat their humble dwellings.

I will grant emissaries of mine abilities to share my holograms across the globe. The power sources granted will let everyone reap every benefit of the technology exactly as I do. They won't be able to reverse engineer it or undo my safety protocols but people will finally live without fear, scarcity, hunger, cold, homelessness or injury.

The matter manipulation will make food appear out of seemingly nothing. Entire houses can be made of light-force-fields. You don't even have to buy real estate. You could live in the sky, under the oceans, on the tundra or up sideways on the cliff of a mountain. You will be protected.

Sound good? Sound goofy? It makes me sad because I don't think it will ever really happen.

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Racing Slugs Tear Linoleum Nastily

That is a fine headline for breaking news.
So... basically a slimer dash made a floor gash.

L O H I P






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I have also been watching My Hero Academia. I have seen it into season three.

I have favoured Spy x Family for some time now. It is too cute.

I am in progress on The Seven Deadly Sins. I am up into season three.

Until very recently, I was active on Romantic Killer and Toradora! The series runs on those titles was relatively short.

Naruto is still a current favourite and I have made it to season two of the second series by now. Naruto Shippuden?

I made a start on the first few episodes of Avatar. I also love Delicious Dungeon and that one is not for the squeamish. I am making good regular progress there.

I am also catching regular episodes of Eden's Zero. It is cool.

That is everything I believe I am into for Anime right now.


I promise not to post here again until I have significant changes to share in what I am viewing. I have seen previous pages of this thread interwoven up to the gills with weirdos redoing carbon copies of their previous posts with zero new information being shared. I do not think that is right.

People should want to read a few entries from here to pick up new ideas for which untried Anime they may want to see, not wade through endless repeated garbage.


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Davideo7 : Hmm, bad form. Got to leave a space between the name and the colon so that people will know that they are cool.

Get us too close to a colon, we will smell like one.

Be cool ~ Carlito Colon



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I do have something to add to this advice. It is something people rarely acknowledge or think about.

My quick and dirty rule is that I do not use the same word twice in a sentence if I can help it.

Think about it. It messes up the rhythm and sounds stupid when spoken out loud. You want to sound smart, right?

I picked that one up very early in my schooling. Nobody taught it to me.

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 Browsing internet sites, watching youtube videos [reading too many of the comments], playing Pokemon, reading books, reading stories off of webpages, deleting notifications, serving customers at various jobs [ "hey Postman, five O'clock, your shift is over, time to go" "what? really? do I have to?" ] sleeping in and afterwards I had no idea what time it was.


Also, I must mention watching television shows, sports coverage, marathoning movies, showering and quite forgetting which bits were already washed [ always out before it runs cold, of course ] because the gentle hum of warm running water on my back makes me feel so contented. Staring at pleasant pictures, munching cookies, checking Emails, online [window] shopping, exploring around town on foot [ did not bring a watch ].


Playing Bejeweled Blitz, writing stories, daydreaming idle imaginings of impossible things, playing Candy Crush Soda Saga and regular Candy Crush Saga. Eating chips, sipping hot chocolate, pacing around late at night.


Attending a wedding, dancing at weekly events, going to a play put on by the Canadian College Of Performing Arts, responding to moves on Words With Friends, eating cake, doing cartwheels, playing golf, doing Super Stick Man Golf on my I pod touch, Tiny Wings on I pod touch, Angry Birds on I pod touch, Plants Vs Zombies on any device including I pod touch, eating a creamy bagel, soft serve ice creams, snarfing crackers [ Triscuits especially ] and of course cheese along with them.

Playing Bubble Witch on a computer, playing Monopoly, playing chess, playing Disney's Scene It with my cousin, doing Scrabble with my mom or Upwords which she likes better. Doing N64 games or Playstation games with my other cousins or brothers respectively. Watching the original Pokemon anime [ English translation ] deserves a special mention.

Eating chocolates, playing Fairyland on computer, tapping out notes of ideas for stuff on my tablet, fantasizing, reading newspapers, doing word puzzles, completing Sudoku, saving pictures, chewing gum, browsing a store for discount items or just items that gain me lots of redeemable points, carrying all the items back home to find I was expected much earlier.

Snacking on gummies or other candy. Playing Microsoft Challenge Solitaire. Doing Royal Match on my new phone. Playing Death Worm on my tablet or my I pod. Gobbling pancakes. Ho hum.

So not every one of these things causes blissful enjoyment but I definitely lost track of time doing each and every one of them.

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What the fro yo! This nimrod actually copy and pasted my review for this game . Nobody caught him .

He probably got himself Perma Banned for similar plagiarisms .

Still , learning about this blatant rip off years after I typed all this out after actually playing the game [ which I doubt he even bothered to do ] it is upsetting .

Huff !


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Articuno - 15
Zapdos - 14
Moltres - Elimination
Raikou - Elimination
Entei - 7 [ + 1 ] for having a human daughter in the anime .
Suicune - 24 [ - 3 ] for being a wet dog .
Uxie - Elimination
Mesprit - Elimination
Azelf - Elimination
Regirock - Elimination
Regice - Elimination
Registeel - Elimination
Tornadus - Elimination
Thundurus - Elimination
Landrous - Elimination

. . . and then there were four .

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That wish is indeedily-eedily granted ! From this day forward , you are fast like a Flash . You can even style yourself as a hero in your own imaginings but "hard pass" on actually doing anything heroic. You are too much of a thrill junkie to do anything but move fast .

There is only one issue with it . It is that you do not have the ability to slow down. You will not rest because you will always be in super speed mode. Your body is always energized no matter how little you eat . Your increased speed also ages you prematurely . Your twenties will be more like your fifties .

You do not enjoy sitting down , watching movies that seem to go super slow or making physical contact with anyone [ even pets ] . They are all too slow for you . You do not have patience for any of it .

You enjoy running and only running super fast . That is your life . It is not all bad . You will have great abs by the time you are actually twenty years old and looking like you are fifty .


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I wish my spine was robustly healthy and I therefore regained the confidence to go outside again .

I wet bed at 10:30 last night. I got up several times.

I'm happy a spigot that runs from a pipe that hisses right behind my head in the wall wasn't leaky last night. No running water keeping ole Postman awake. Sometimes that dull annoying hiss does wake me when I am asleep.

There is a new shut off valve attached at the end. All I need to do if I hear that hiss is go out the front door with a porch light switched on to tighten the knob, let out some extra water from the splitting valve attachment into a bucket down below and close both valves on the splitter so any leaking water will have no place to go. It's not quite the hassle it used to be.

Anyway, I have all kinds of problems going sleepy bye once I'm under covers.
My skin condition keeps my legs a tickling. Luckily, I have developed a high tolerance for physical irritations. I just need to settle into a relaxed beddy bye posture. I cross my ankles when I'm tense. Doesn't everybody kind of do something like that? It has its own terminology. Closed body posture.

So long as we're aware of it, we can keep our body position open and relaxed. I still catch myself at times.

Anyhow, that's my contribution to the subject of health and science today.

Posty Man signs off !



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Thee rules for this pro-thesbian mock-violence light-hearted theatrical joust are as follows to all respondents on this thread.

Ye must phrase thy start of each post with the words " I slam thee " and soforth follow these ominous words with how ye wouldst imagine slamming thy poster above ye through any substance of corporeal nature. Thee substance may be entirely fictional so long as it is adequately described for reader understanding.

To properly slam thy quarry above ye, follow my example.

Post 1:
I slam thee into a vat of frigid barbeque sauce.

[That's c-cold!]

Post 2:
I slam thee onto a stack of Home Living Magazine covers.

Happy landings!

Post 3:
I slam thee through a 2 centimetre thick sheet of dry ice.

Now that's cold...

You must hold all commentary in your post until after you have played the game by my rules above. All standard forum rules and Crazy House parameters shall apply. Doing other will get you reported and possibly banned.

No worries if you absorbed every word and choose to have fun with this game.

It's easy as posting 1 2 3 !!


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Dauntez

I would have to say after the fact that having a wide keyboard on a laptop that I can hold up to my face helped a lot. Being equipped with a chisel-point precision instrument of cartilage and skin projecting from my skull is also a plus.

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I think of an old children's song. Don't worry, be happy. BY Bobby McFerrin

Only it's Don't worry, be cerra.



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I thought of this video < https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7n8GqewJ2M


It's a parody of sorts for a rather popular music video.

What does anyone think of when they encounter the word "prophylactic"?

The first inkling that surges through your mind as you read that -longer-than-necessary word


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