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I still haven't forgiven Lucas from changing the original epic plan. I'd heard an interview on a Texas radio station when they were playing the radio version of Starwars Episode IV. The original concept was to present in nine parts. I-III - Anakin's rise and fall to the Dark Side IV-VI - Luke's rise and fall to the Dark Side in killing his father VII-IX - Leia's rise and redemption of the SkyWalker family He changed it for episode VI because he was sick of the egos and stupidity and swore never to work this damaged saga again. Then the popularity, the advance in technology, and the fan base from the books seduced him to the Hollywood side.

1) A Female Member of the Pen - Tanuchan 2) An Animal - Platypus 3) Verb ending in "ing" - cutting 4) A Male Member of the Pen - Wyvern 5) Adjective - meritorious 6) An Article of Clothing - corset 7) A Mode of Transporation - crawling A Location - ceiling 9) A Landmark - Tower of Elders 10) Adjective - delirious 11) Plural Noun - ceremonies 12) Verb ending in "ing"- calling 13) Noun - snot 14) A Liquid - snot 15) A Female Celebrity - Tzimfemme 16) An Article of Clothing - underwear 17) Noun - speaker 18) A Colour - purple 19) A Part of Body - breasteses 20) Noun - Pen

I send you a description of Guido and his strategies. Feel free to PM me for any questions or clarifications on playing him. I'm looking forward to reading this blow by blow game.

That's wonderful. =)

I was gonna reply to this poem earlier, but I just couldn't work up the energy... But seriously, I see the protagonist of this poem all too often in Real Life. You captured him well.

I like this somber tender piece. I found myself mentally transposing one line, "Oh goddess, beautiful and weeping" but I don't know why, so as a suggestion it would be suspect. Wlecome back.

LOL. Now *that* is a switch! The Power of Mundanity!

I'll attend, I'm not sure in what capacity. I'm sorry I won't know more until life settles a little.

When it is so bad When you are lost in the thorns When ending it all seems preferable That's when you break free. Take yourself Take the kids Take the car and the savings Flee. If you die, what have you lost?

*hugs!*

"Don't trust a statistic you haven't faked yourself." Markus Kuhn

Ummm. What is a "slam" in this context? *ducks and blushes*

! Yes. I mean, very good; resonates inside.

You could try reading through http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Betting_%28poker%29

Most people know how you stop sand erosion. You simply wait for an extremly hot day with cycloic winds and then spread fishing nets on the sand. But most people don't know that this technique has a name: A bakin' lattice and tornado sand ridge. ~~~~~ My kids are studying a fungus in science. I think it's a good way to mold young minds.

Philip Atkinson, Two modes of truth; Riches from truth, Ruin from lies Thought it interesting as I was researching the signs of a declining civilization.

Happy Birthday from one old Seeker of Babylon to another S.O.B.

Good to see poetry from you Zoolio. I like the image very much. Nit pick - should it be infinite in the last line/first stanza? Post more of your poetry.

'ey youse. Dealer. Da Boss di'n't signs up - *I* did. Sorry 'bout da delay, but Da Boss 'as been runnin' me ragged. (Guido is in the game. When his clothes changed from his black zoot suit and fedora, they would've changed to black suit pants, white lace shirt with garters, a peacock green vest with watch and silver chain with fob. and a derby bowlder hat. Like a traditional Riverboat Gambler. Sorry about the 24+ hour delay in getting back to you, Real Life snatched me.)

Be strong in yourself. Don't look for validation, Yet appreciate.

OOC - Yuki-san, it is good to see you here again. *hugs* Colors burn behind closed eyes, Red and yellow, hues of lies, And still I know your mouth will move Spewing sewage your lies to prove. Colors raged inside my heart, Blue and green, believed at the start, And still I think it all worth while When my eyes open to see your smile. Colors rage behind closed eyes, Black and grey, myself I despise, And thought I know you a pretty snake It is your sweet poisons I long to take. Colors rage outside my head, Red and Blue show you're dead, From your body life has risen You're now gone, I'm in your prison. Two lines of choice, what will you choose? "The light of Dawn's first blush" or "I rue the day ye done me wrong"

OOC: Whee! A Happy Dance indeed.

Yay! Goes to hug his Favorite Enemy and reconsiders. There you go! I *do* snore!

Seeing the determined look on her beak, Door creaks in surprise and opens in time for her to swoop in. Melba is out, and cobwebs drape artistically from stacks of old applications. Wyvern is no where in sight at the moment, but the partially eaten sandwich without mold at his desk gives hope...