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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I don't like Disckeeper, but then, I can just set my computer to defrag and walk away because I have other computers to work on. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Quite possibly less likely to happen in our lifetimes. But, not impossible. There are random rocks flying around in space. It's only a matter of time until something is placed on a collision course with Earth and we all cease to exist.
What then, MySpacers? You and everything will be gone. Ha ha ha ha ha aha! |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Blasphemy. How dare you request a Trekkie to do Star Wars. I should do stuff, but I'm lazy. Instead, I will just scowl in disgust. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I'd recommend NOT disabling virtual memory since you do play games. But, if you're the typical user on most of your computers, like I am, then you're pretty safe doing it. However, since I do edit videos and Photoshop and run memory hungry applications, I've never disabled the paging files on any of my compies. Hell, the Linux boxes get their own hard drives for Page files. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Well, no, it would instantly obliterate everything at the point of impact, including the surrounding areas, but it would take at least a few hours to reach the rest of the planet. By then, mass suicides and other hysteria may have already taken place. And, thousand of MySpacers (if there wasn't a huge EM blast sent all over the planet) would have lamented online about it.
We'd be suffocated and incinerated in a matter of hours. After that, it would probably be a month or so before the ocean instantly vaporized. Maybe another year before the fire cloud dissipates. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| That's what I meant, dear Mr. Painfully Specific. I don't have an entire 40GB hard drive dedicated to the page file. It's a 10GB hard drive, formatted as a single partition, for page file access solely for Linux use. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Someone needs a life. I don't think he should be a furry. He brings shame to the furries. He should be jumped. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| The black costume is based on the Venom suit from the Ultimate Spider-Man universe, where the suit is actually a sentient suit that slowly takes over your body, and not a symbiote alien. However, it may turn out to be a combination of both elements. Which, could explain the morphing action (or it may be the Sony brainwashing setting in preventing me from bad-mouthing my company or its products). | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Oh, I have you Kwoon, and you have my 2001. Just so you know.
So, never gonna get those books back then, are you? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Well, take into account the "Vagina Monologues". That wasn't exactly fun. So, it is possible for something with a name like "Vagina" to not be fun. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| You realize that everything we eat is organic no matter what, right? Everything is made from a chemical...everything. The only difference is whether it's processed food or wholly natural food. But, everything we eat is organic. Organic meaning that its carbon based. Nothing is chemical free for everything is composed of something from our periodic table of the elements. Even ourselves. We are organic.
Okay, rant aside, I drink soy milk just because I don't like the taste of any milk, period. And eating healthier isn't going to kill you any faster as long as you balance out with a little junk food every now and then. I eat healthier now than I did when I was a few years younger. And, I like it. I feel better, I look better (sometimes, oversleeping makes my eyes puffy), and there's a third point but I don't remember what it was (distracted by shredding documents). I don't drink milk at all, and I'm 6'2" tall. I eat a lot of cheese, and that makes up for the milk. I switched to soy milk in adulthood, because, well, change is good. And soy milk comes in flavors. I can't drink it straight. It's like liquid tofu. But, the vanilla one, awesome in cereal. Unless, oh, well, never mind. You're just gonna be stubborn anyway. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| He sat below her Elken tree in the backyard watching Tyr press his little nose on the glass and bark at him. He knew from previous intelligence that the Venetian immune system prevented them from becoming sick, so where had the Venetian gone for the day? And, why was Crystle missing?
He grew tired of sitting in the backyard, despite the soothing waves lapping on the beaches just behind him. He walked up to the little barking puppy, placed his PCD on the glass, and shattered the window. After cleaning up the puppy and carrying him across the room, he stopped at her table to read through her documentation. A holodisc labelled "Showers Data" rested in the opened tray of the holoreader. He fired up the holoreader, watching the data streams float above the table. A touch of the data mutated it into a large rectangular-like rock formation, slowly rotating. His PCD linked up to the device, he transferred his own data manipulations to the holoreader. The images morphed again, revealing what he had feared. After pocketing the disc, he petted Tyr one last time and ventured out onto the driveway. A few hours later, he sat with Server One at the Cafe Rodin, slowly sipping on a cup of Taroxian coffee and staring at her. The last of the solar triplets began to crest the tall horizons of the surrounding apartment buildings, its orangy-red hues casting blades of lights between open areas around the buildings. Server One sat in her white robes, tinkling her small, white porceline cup as it filled with blueberry tea. She stared deeply into Pat's sunglassed eyes, as if reading what little remained of his soul. "Do you know what you've done?" she spoke softly, still stirring her tea. Pat sat up, "Yes. Now, how do I correct it?" She waved her hand over the tea cup, disappearing the entire liquid contents, "You can't. But, there is someone or something that can." He sighed, leaning back to stare at the approaching Usiris moon. "So, are you going to tell me, or do I have to find out on my own again?" He heard no response. When he turned back to face her, she was gone. "Great." He walked from the cafe to the seashore, standing in the same spot he, Lee, and T'om had stood several years before during the height of the Great War. She had warned him that day that he had begun something so great that even he would not be able to fix. He paid no mind to her at the time. He could hear footsteps approaching him, but before he could pull his weapon, he was on his back, silver eyes staring back at him. "G'ret," he spoke coursely, "what brings you to the Mainland?" "I could ask you the same, ex-Agent Betts, but you seem to be aloof in your thoughts," he spoke smoothly, almost as if casting a trance. Pat shoved the Venetian off of him, "Aren't you supposed to be in Meridian City?" "Aren't you supposed to be in Edge City?" It was clear Pat was not going to get an answer, "Again, my condolences about your father." G'ret walked past him, hands behind his back, watching the moons of Isis and Usiris in the night sky, "He was Special Ops. We knew he worked a dangerous job." He turned to face Pat, "and I will find his killer." Pat smirked, and then turned to walk away. "I have matters to tend to in Paradox." G'ret turned to face him, "The meteor, you mean?" Pat stopped walking, turning again, "What?" "The meteor, good sir. That large rock formation on an eventual collision course with Earth II. Oh, don't tell me you didn't know because I know that you do." "I don't have time for this," Pat depressed a contact on his mobile transporter appearing at the doors to the Edge City University Administration offices. He sat down upon its marbled steps and watched the sculptured water fountain dance. Isis cast its dim rays over the night area while students walked about in the moonlight. What have I done? he thought, craddling his head in his hands. (Last edited by Zabuza on 07-03-06 07:51 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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Character: Jayarre Race: Venetian Book: Mainly Showers and Domain I'm adding color to it at the moment, but just haven't finished yet. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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The new cell phone LG is developing will gladly tell you:
Equipped with an alcohol measurement sensor, the LG-SD410, LG-KP4100, and LG-LP4100 have sold over 200,000 in the four months that it has been available, and is still selling around 1500 per day. Having an alcohol measurement device attached to something like a cell phone is nothing but brilliant, especially among younger crowds who regularly drink after work or school and like to party. To use the sensor an intoxicated individual simply opens the phone and blows on the sensor, the LCD will tell you whether your level of alcohol in your blood is safe to drive. Besides the alcohol measurement feature of this cell phone it is equipped with an advanced remote control for your TV, DVD and karaoke machine, etc. Unfortunately, the cellular phone is an Asian technology, and will more-than-likely, not make it to the US market until we fully go 3G or 4G. (Last edited by Zabuza on 07-03-06 07:49 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| [Removed until further notice.] (Last edited by Stitch on 06-28-10 07:24 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I say cats taste better than dogs, but there are those that like the taste of dog.
...Oh! You mean as a pet! Oh, then both. Since you obviously didn't have that option listed. So, I may love Whitey, but I'll have to go with cats. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| You need to post current pictures of the two...for size comparison.
I still love Fappy, and to an extent only for annoying her, Miko. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| It's not the only thing they do at E3. But it was one of them. I'm sorry I missed that. I think I was playing the PS3 that day. So dissapointed.
Instead, I spent the next few minutes trying to win a shirt from Nintendo. I'm lame. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Watch this clip from the West Wing making reference to Christian/Catholic Bible ideologies in relation to modern life, and then decide if homosexuality is wrong. If we, those that believe in the Bible, are to abide by the many contradictory teachings of it, then everything mentioned in the West Wing's President's speech should be followed. Life would be dull.
I don't think you should be allowed to selectively follow one ideology because it suits you, and ignore the rest because they seem absurd in our society. The Bible is horribly outdated. It was written by man to serve as the greatest form of mental manipulation. It is the longest running scam. But, I still don't believe that homosexuality is wrong. It exists in the animal kingdom, and it exists in our kingdom. If I want my Sims to be gay, then so be it. I don't know where I was going with this... (Last edited by Zabuza on 07-04-06 03:06 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Lee had always been one of the taller people in his groups. But, standing next to the Taroxian made him feel incredibly dwarfed; Pat even moreso. The Taroxian leaned up against the pylons of the tunnel, carrying a phased energy weapon--much larger than anything either Lee or Pat could carry on their own--and visually inspected both agents. He was quite large, broad shouldered, and heavily bearded. His dirty blond hair draped over his shoulders, centering his strong frame over his thick legs. Unlike his outward appearance, he spoke in the soothing voice known to be possessed by his race's lack of vocal cord strength. This rendered him into a being of few words. He held out a big hand in a gesture for greeting, and clearly announced his name, "T'om".
Lee extended his hand forth, deploying a layer of armor, "I'm Agent A," he motioned towards a relunctant Pat, "and that's Agent B. We should move to a more secluded area." Pat nodded at the Taroxian, and followed them both up the sand towards the remains of the generator building nearest the AeroTrain track. "Agent A," T'om spoke after setting down his weapon, "I am to understand that we are assigned partners for the rest of the war; that our efforts will aide in the bringing of peace to this land, and possibly the well-being of the meta-humans." "That is correct. For the time being, we'll," he motioned between Pat and himself, "keep our codenames until we feel comfortable with you. We're just trained to be wary of anything and everyone. I hope you do understand that." "He's a double," Pat declared, weapon raised and trained on the Taroxian. "What?" Lee pushed down Pat's weapon, and turned to address the Taroxian, "Whom do you work for?" T'om picked up his weapon, charged and aimed at both agents, "I work for myself. A mercenary for hire. In this case, it's Harbor West. It may be Special Ops next month. I never know. But, I do know that you both are Special Ops as well." "I told you," Pat charged his weapon. "No, idiot, put that down," Lee smacked Pat's weapon and continued speaking to the Taroxian, "T'om, if you know that we're double agents, how do we know that we can trust you with our cause?" T'om lowered his weapon and glanced towards the untouched Paradox Island, "I would like to see that society flourish. I would like to see the para-human ideals fail. I am an asset to your mission." Lee glanced at an irate Pat, "What do you think?" "I say we shoot him, and go back to work." Lee punched Pat, wrestling him to the ground, "How 'bout I just shoot you, and get back to work?" Pat pushed Lee off him, and sat up, "Welcome aboard, T'om." T'om awkwardly smiled, and the three of them disappeared into the night amongst the ruins. Celeste, having perched herself above them on the AeroTrain track, merely watched as events unfolded; monitoring the night sky for signs of the future and hoping that time would just pass more fluidly around her. It didn't. |
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