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I'm going with, while a high minimum wage has many benefits, it would be more beneficial if it were incentivize rather than mandated. When it is mandated, the only way to enforce it is by penalizing those who do not meet it. this brings about several negatives. First, employers will make up for the increase in wages by either cutting manpower (which may lead to higher unemployment), attempting to increase production, using cheaper materials (both of which may lead to lower quality) or increasing the price of their product (higher prices may, eventually, erase any benefit to a higher wage) - very few employers are altruistic enough to take a cut in their own bottom line. Employers will also be less likely to give applicants with little to no experience a chance, as long as there are applicants that they would have hired at the higher wage anyways. This means less opportunity for on the job training. Now, take incentivizing. Say the government were to allow a company to lower its' over all tax liability by 1% for every WHOLE dollar (99.99999... cents is NOT a dollar) above a MODEST minimum wage that it pays its lowest paid employee an hour - up to, say, 5% (A minimum wage of $5 per hour would mean $10 an hour to receive the full 5% deduction). This would allow small businesses to meet a payroll at the modest minimum wage and provide a first job experience for people who could then move on to better paying jobs. Medium sized companies could offer anywhere from $1 to the full $5 above minimum, depending on what works for them, while bigger companies would most likely take the maximum deduction by having a base pay of $5 above minimum wage. By allowing a business to offset a higher minimum wage through deductions from it's overall tax liability, it lessens the likelihood of the previously mentioned negatives. Will there be businesses that take advantage and still cut workers, product quality, etc.? Yes. But, if we allow them to fail when their business practices bite them in the rear, other businesses will be more able to take over when they do (fail).

O.K., Hjolnai posed the question: I wonder what the flow-on effects are of having a high minimum wage. Australia's is very high and our unemployment rate isn't bad, but that doesn't mean the same would work anywhere else. Discuss!

This is one of those 'Snypiuer has NO clue what to do' situations! I received a copy and so did others. I e-mailed Patrick (will someone PLEASE buy the man a greasy chili-cheeseburger!? He really deserves it for all the help he gives me!) to see if he knows exactly what to do.

Day 7 Location: Inside an adult 'novelty' and video store. After surviving days 4 and 5 on edible underwear, flavored 'massage' oils and a case of Red Bull found in the storage room they were barricaded in, Snypiuer and his group spent day 6: killing, clearing and securing the rest of the store. After finding an UNBELIEVABLY vast horde of wet wipes and hand sanitizer, a freshly cleansed group finds themselves, on the 7th day, attempting to come up with a plan. Snypiuer: THAT. . . is a lot of wet wipes and hand sanitizer! Pith: There's so much left, that if we had enough to eat and drink, we'd NEVER again have to take a conventional bath as long as we lived! Mr Moog: I wonder WHY there's so much!? Sil: I do NOT want to know! Snypiuer: Right. . . SO, we have 2 vending machines, from out front, blocking the doors. There's our food and drink for a while. What now? Mr Moog: What now? What NOW!? For the LOVE of Sweet Petunia! All of them (including Snypiuer - finally) remove their hats, place them over their hearts and bow their heads solemnly ** It is a mystery as to WHO Sweet Petunia is and even less is known as to WHY this group reveres her so. Suffice it to say, "Woe unto those who do NOT show the proper respect when she is mentioned within earshot of any of them." ** Mr Moog: NOW you want our advice! O.K., O.K., here's some advice: Don't go to a planet overrun by VIRULENT RAGE ZOMBIES! Or, or, how about this: If you ARE stupid enough to go to a planet overrun by virulent rage zombies, PAY WHATEVER FEES YOU HAVE TO SO THAT YOU DON'T GET EVERYONE STUCK IN A BAD B-MOVIE HORROR FLICK!!! Snypiuer: I have the feeling. . . somethings bothering you. Mr Moog: Sil. . . Pith (Putting his hand on hers to keep her from pulling out her sword): No. Let's see if there is any news on. He turns on the news to find a picture of a deer playing with butterflies accompanied by a Muzak version of 'The Girl from Ipanema'. Sil (To herself, under her breath and bouncing her head side to side): Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes, each one she passes goes, "Aaah!" Everyone stares at her in shocked silence. Sil (noticing them): WHAT!? Snypiuer/Pith/Mr Moog (Talking over each other): Huh!? What!? Nothing! I was! He! Ughhh! Nice! With the! Look! . . . and THAT'S how I got a rash! Awkward silence - accompanied by panting. Pith (Noticing the panting): Oh yeah! Hey you, what's your name? Dog (Tongue hanging out, blank, stupid look on his face as he looks from one to the other): pant, pant, pant Pith: Dog! What's your name!? Dog: I am dog! Pith: Yes, but, what is your name!? Dog: I am dog! Pith: O.K., are there other dogs where you're from? Dog: Yes! There are lots of dogs! Pith: And what are their names? Dog: There is dog and dog and dog and dog and dog and. . . Pith: O.K., I get it. One question. . . dog. WHY talking dogs? Dog: It was Masters' idea! Zombies do not bother dogs! They ignore dogs and dogs can NOT become zombies! So Master gave us collars to talk! We talk and zombies think there is a human and follow our voice! We lead them away so humans can be safe! Sil: Wait a minute. . . are you telling us. . . you could have lead them away and we wouldn't have had to RISK OUR LIVES KILLING THEM!? Dog (Tongue out, stupid look): Yes! Sil (Pith restraining her): Then why DIDN'T YOU!? Dog: Because Master didn't tell me to! And we only do what Master tells us! Right Master! He says this and turns and looks directly at Snypiuer. Sil, Pith and Mr Moog glare at Snypiuer. Snypiuer (Nervously backing away): Ha ha! Funny story. . .

:zombie: :zombie: :zombie: :zombie: The picture of the deer playing with butterflies remains and is accompanied by a continuous loop Muzak version of 'The Girl from Ipanema'. :zombie: :zombie: :zombie: :zombie:

Day 3 Location: Undisclosed (for the dignity of, MOST, of those within) Snypiuer and his companions are holed up in a barricaded room. Mr Moog: A PORN SHOP!? (O.K., it's no longer 'Undisclosed') Snypiuer: Hey! I was running! I saw a door and took it! You didn't HAVE to follow me! Pith (To Mr Moog): He's got you there. Sil: Yeah. We COULD have stayed outside. Mr Moog (Sarcastically): With the zombies? Sil: Never said it was a GOOD option. Mr Moog (To Snypiuer): What are we going to eat? Or drink? There's so many of them out there, WHATEVER it is about them that makes them immune to magic has affected ALL magic. We can't even get the most basic spells to work! Pith: I was wondering something. WHY did magic work to get us there, WHILE we were there AND to get us back? Mr Moog/Sil (Both look at each other with a look of realization and turn to Snypiuer): YEAH! Snypiuer (Condescending and dismissive): I told you, nuances. . . rules. . . PROCEDURES! Beyond mere mortals comprehension. Mr Moog: Give it a try. Snypiuer: Look. It has to do with: Licensing. Copyrights. Distribution rights. Creative and intellectual property laws. Trademark infringement. There is a MULTITUDE of forces at work here! Sil (Hanging her head): Oh. . . CRAP! Pith (To Sil): No. Wait for it! Moog's about to figure it out! Mr Moog stares blankly at Snypiuer, a look of horror on his face. Mr Moog (Quietly): This is about. . . money. . . isn't it!? Pith: BINGO! Sil: We've got a WINNER! Pith: Good ol' Moog. . . he's a bit slow on the uptake now and again. . . Sil: But when the legendary. . . NAY! No less than Mythical Turtle of Realization comes a callin. Pith: He gets the dumb smacked right out of him! Snypiuer: Why, what ever do you mean? Mr Moog: MONEY! This has all happened because YOU didn't want to pay SOMETHING! Snypiuer (After a brief stare down): You have any idea how much licensing fees are? NOT to mention the fees you gotta pay some lawyer!? CROOKS! They're all crooks and THIEVES, I tell you! Mr Moog: We're going to DIE you imbecilic TIGHTWAD! Snypiuer (With a dismissive snort): I'M not gonna die! Pith: Not on my menu. Sil: Imma planning not to. Mr Moog (To all of them): Oh REALLY? What ARE you going to do? We CAN'T use magic. The alley is FULL of zombies. We're STUCK in a back room of a PORN store with NOTHING to eat OR drink and the front of the store is FILLED WITH ZOMBIE PERVS! Sil (Nonchalantly): Yeah, but most of the PERV zombies are stumbling around with their pants around their ankles. Pith: Not REALLY a plus, but makes them easier to kill. Snypiuer: And there's GOTTA be some edible underwear and organic lubricants of some sort we can eat and drink 'till things quiet down. Snypiuers' three companions stare at him for a looong moment. . . and he stares back with a COMPLETELY blank look. Sil (Pulling out her sword): I'm gonna kill him. Pith (Restraining her): Now Sil, you've kept it together this long and, sadly, you HAVE to admit this isn't the worse, or even the STUPIDEST, mess he's gotten us into. Snypiuer is GENUINELY taken aback. Sil; Please!? How's about I just hurt him REALLL bad like!? Pith: No. Sil (Sheathing her sword): He better watch his back! I'm just SAYING! Mr Moog: You don't have to worry, when everyone, well, everyone who SURVIVES finds out WHO is to blame, he'll get his! Snypiuer (With a self-satisfied air): No problemo, my tiny little friends! I've got THAT covered! Mr Moog: Really? Snypiuer: Yup, gots' me an in at the News station with standing orders to cover me in case of any emergency befalling the Keep! I'm good to go! Sil: Please let me kill him! Pith: No. Mr Moog: Oh, and what about EVERYONE else in the Keep!? Snypiuer (With an innocent, contemplative look): Yeah. . . I wonder what's going on with them!?

NO!!! Just because you left 1 or 2 squares of toilet paper on the roll, does NOT mean you don't have to put a new roll in the toilet paper roll holder! ESPECIALLY if you grabbed a new roll, used it, then set it on top of the old roll in the holder! (SEE ABOVE FOR PAPER TOWELS!!!) NO!!! Just because you left 1 or 2 drinks/bites in, WHATEVER carton/container, does NOT mean you should put it back in the refrigerator! Put it in a SMALLER container or, better yet, FINISH it and throw the carton/container away! YES!!! ANYONE can add to this!!!

Anchorman: Hi everyone! We have some breaking news: For the first time in untold generations, we have the opportunity to see the fabled 'Running of the F.O.N.G.W.A.L.O.H'! We go to our man on the scene. . . Street Reporter: (In hushed tones) That's right, we are here at an undisclosed location where, if we're lucky, we will see the 'Running of the Fat Old Nekkid Guys With A Lot Of Hair', better known as the 'Running of the Fongwaloh'. We. . . (in a whisper) wait. . . (ducking behind some crates, with an excited whisper) yes! We can see, what must be, the leader of the Fongwaloh, timidly emerging from their lair. We see the bald head of an old man cautiously poke from a doorway and carefully scan the area. Street Reporter: (In even softer and more excited whispers) As we all know, the Fongwaloh are very easily startled. So we must be as quiet as possible. The head Fongwaloh slowly makes his way out to the street. He looks around, sniffs the air, finally relaxes and begins stretching. Seeing their leaders' confidence, the rest of the Fongwaloh emerge and begin their preparations along with him. Some jogging in place while others did jumping jacks and stretching exercises. Street Reporter: (In his excited whisper) This is truly a remarkable sight to see! There must be, at least, 3 score, even more! NONE of the legends have prepared us for so many! Look at the leaders proud belly jiggle. . . and his wondrous, full body, covering of hair! And we can finally confirm that, yes they ARE completely covered with hair, EXCEPT for their magnificent heads that have a horseshoe of hair framing their glossy tops and shiny foreheads! Wait, I believe it's about to begin! The sound of bellies flopping up and down mingle with the sound of many feet slapping in rhythm as they all begin to run in place and orient themselves in the same direction. As they all fall in behind their leader, they slowly begin to move down the street and pick up speed. Street Reporter: (Whispering to his cameraman) Quick! Let's follow them! They begin to follow, when there seems to be a disturbance with the Fongwaloh. Street Reporter: (Giving up all attempts to stay unnoticed) Wait! There seems to be something happening! Anchorman: What is it? Can you describe what is happening? Street Reporter: It looks like the Fongwaloh have been confronted by. . . I can't really tell. . . it looks like. . . YES! The Fongwaloh herd has come across a mob of filthy hippies! As we all know, filthy hippies are violent and oppressive in the name of peace and tolerance! SO, it's no surprise that they have, thus, brutally attacked the Fongwaloh without provocation! But, the Fongwaloh are, definitely, NOT defenseless! Listen to their mighty roars as they use their bellies to pummel the mob of filthy hippies! The sound of bellies smacking against unwashed bodies fill the air as bellows of rage emit from the Fongwaloh. Street Reporter: (Choked-up with emotion) This is a tragedy! Who knows when, or even IF, we'll have another opportunity to witness the 'Running of the Fongwaloh', not only, in our lifetime, but EVER again! Those filthy hippies! Oh the huma. . . Anchor: (Cutting the Street Reporter off) Sorry for the interruption, but this just in: Reports are coming in from several areas within the Keep of the Pen is Mightier than the Sword, that. . . (looking off camera) is this correct!? (Back at camera) There are reports that. . . Virulent, Rage Zombies. . . are loose within the Keep. Authorities advise EVERYONE to barricade themselves in a safe place, with enough food and water for an extremely prolonged period. Authorities have released a statement stating that, these are not, repeat, these are NOT the zombies we are accustomed to. They are, not only, immune to magic, but they are contagious. Do not, repeat, do NOT attempt to 'save' ANYONE who has been bitten. If you encounter an infected individual, the only way to stop them is to physically destroy their brain - authorities recommend a heavy blunt object or high powered projectile of some sort. Furthermore, these zombies are VERY hard to distinguish from filthy hippies. This is actually a good thing, since most people ALREADY avoid filthy hippies. Finally, the authorities, not only, want to assure the public that they are doing everything possible to remedy and contain this situation, but also that Snypiuer has NOTHING, what so ever, to do with this. . . huh. . . (speaking to someone off camera) so, in other words, Snypiuer did something stupid. . . AGAIN. . . and WE have to suffer for it? Off Camera Voice: Looks that way to me! Sportscaster: That's what I'm thinking! Weather Girl: (With a COMPLETELY vacant look) But, the report said Mr. Snypiuer DOESN'T have anything to do with it!? Anchorman: (Filled with compassion) Awww. . . bless your heart. . . you poor thing, you're going to be one of the first to go! Weather Girl: (Bright eyed and exuberant) YAY! I'm going to be first! (Claps excitedly) Sportscaster: Wait a minute, I ran into a bunch of filthy hippies outside. When I asked them what they were protesting, they just yelled gibberish and attacked me. Sine they didn't know WHAT they were protesting, I figured they were just more 'Occupy' protesters - one of them bit me! Several Audience Members: Hey! Me too! I got bit by a filthy hippy! Are they hippies or zombies!? Am I going to die!? All hell breaks loose as the Sportscaster, as well as several audience members and a few of the production crew, start to go into convulsions. Anchorman: (To Weather Girl) Has ANYONE bitten you in the last. . . week!? Weather Girl: (Thinking. . . REALLL hard) Ummm. . . no! Anchorman: (Grabs the Weather Girl) LET'S GO! Chaos reigns as screams fill the air. We see the Anchorman flee with the Weather Girl, then the camera spins wildly, as if it's being used as a weapon. Finally, the camera falls to the ground and we see a ground level, sideways view of the cameraman being torn apart. . . when something heavy falls on the camera and the screen is filled with static. After a moment, soothing elevator music accompanies a picture of a deer playing with butterflies as a voice-over says, "We're sorry, but we are experiencing technical difficulties. You're program will resume momentarily." :zombie: :zombie: :zombie: :zombie:

Several Pennites are startled as Snypiuer and his companions come barreling out of a building (a building everyone believed was abandoned) yelling, "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! VIRULENT RAGE ZOMBIES ON THE LOOSE!!!" AS they, LITERALLY, run for their lives! Those who know Snypiuer. . . RUN!!!

Day 1 Location: Ground Zero We happen upon Snypiuer frantically attempting to keep a door shut. Hands, arms and other assorted limbs stick between the door and the door frame - SEVERLY hindering Snypiuer in his previously stated endeavor. Something that may or may not be a dog SEEMS to be trying to help him, Pith and Sil (two of his squirrel companions) have a casual conversation and give a running commentary on what is happening while Mr Moog (the final member of Snypiuers' trio of squirrel companions) berates Snypiuer. (Piths' and Sils' conversations take place at the same time as Snypiuers' and Mr Moogs') Snypiuer (breathless from his exertion): You know, this would be a LOT easier if you HELPED! Mr Moog: Really? It isn't enough that this is ALL your fault!? Pith (off to the side - to Sil): That. . . is the UGLIEST. . . THING?. . . I have EVER seen. Sil: Yeahhh. . . what. . . IS it!? Pith: Boss SAYS it's a dog. Sil: Really!? I do NOT see that. . . The object of their discussion is the creature that SEEMS to be trying to help Snypiuer. Picture, if you will, a creature a little smaller than the size of your average Labrador Retriever. Now, place upon this creature: 1. The head and shoulders of a Bulldog (Yes, the cartoonish size will suffice), but with a nose that is not quite long enough to be a proper snout, yet definitely NOT a pug type nose. Oh yeah, make the nose about twice as wide as it should be and bigger at the tip. 2. Torso and haunches of a Mastiff. 3. Tail of a Pug. 4. Legs of a Dachshund. 5. Paws of a St. Bernard. 6. Ears of a Basset Hound. 7. Jowls of a Blood Hound. 8. A tongue OBVIOUSLY too big for his head. 9. Extremely short, thick jet-black fur with ochre highlights. 10. The skin of a Shar-Pei. Actually, the skin of a Shar-Pei almost 3 times bigger than this wretched creature. 11. A shock of hair that sprouts from the top of his head that looks like it was the fur of a white and silver/grey Sheepdog - ALL the fur from a Sheepdog. 12. If you could see past the shock of hair hanging down over them, eyes that are FAR bigger than ANY living creature should have - but they are SOOOOOO CUTE!!! 13. Add to this, the temperment of a six year old on meth and LOVES EVERYONE! Meanwhile: Snypiuer: Hey! There's PLENTY of room for blame to go around! Mr Moog: WHAT!? Who was it that said, (puts his hat on sideways at an angle, makes the GOOFIEST face he can and says in the DUMBEST voice he can do) "Duh'huh. . . Hey guys! Let's go to this planet I just found in another reality. . . IT'S OVERRUN WITH VIRULENT, RAGE ZOMBIES!!!" Pith/Sil (noticing Mr Moogs' impression): (Accompanied by golf claps) Spot on! Bravo! Precisely how I remember it! It's as if I was THERE! (Indeed, if it WERE possible to go back in time and witness this exchange, you would be ASTOUNDED by how accurate Mr Moog portrays it) Snypiuer (Giving Pith and Sil a look): I didn't. . . Mr Moog (cutting him off): AND what did I say!? Snypiuer: (Blank stare) Mr Moog: I said, "For the LOVE of Sweet Petunia" (Pith, Sil and Mr Moog all remove their hats, place them over their hearts and bow their heads solemnly. Snypiuer tries to, but every time he reaches for his hat, the door starts to open, at which point he has to redouble his efforts to keep it closed. He tries about four times before he gives up - as his three companions just look with sad, disappointed expressions at him as they just shake their heads slowly) Snypiuer: I'LL DO IT LATER! Mr Moog: For the love. . . yada yada, WHY would ANYONE want to go to a planet overrun by VIRULENT, RAGE ZOMBIES!? To which you replied. . . Snypiuer: Because they have talking dogs there. Mr Moog: What was that? Didn't quite hear you. . . Snypiuer: Because they have. . . Mr Moog (cuts him off): BECAUSE THEY HAVE TALKING DOGS THERE! Pith (to the dog): Hey! What are you!? Dog (as if he's noticed the squirrels for the first time); SQUIRREL! (Freezes in place staring at Pith and Sil) Pith: Yeah. It's not like we've gone anywhere. Yet, you're continually AMAZED to see us. Sil (pulling her sword from it's sheath): Do that 'Squirrel' thing again. . . please. Pith (As the dog tries to hide between Snypiuer and the door - ALMOST causing Snypiuer to lose his battle to keep it closed): What, EXACTLY, are you? Dog: I am a dog! And you are a squirrel! (He is about to do the 'Squirrel!' thing again, but a quick look at Sil stops him) You are the TALLEST squirrel I have ever seen! And he (looking at Mr Moog) is the FATTEST! And you (to Sil) are the MEANEST squirrel I have ever seen! It was NOT nice of you to hit me with your pointy, metal stick, not nice at ALL! You are not a nice squirrel, not a nice squirrel at ALL! Sil: You tried to eat me. Dog: I. . . Mr Moog: You could have MADE your own talking dog! Heck, you made us! We were just three happy squirrels that kept surviving every STUPID suicide mission you sent us on, 'till you 'evolved' us! Snypiuer: I told you, it's NOT the same! When you 'evolve' an animal, it changes them. They're no longer the same as what they were. They lose their 'essence'. Mr Moog: Yeah, we KNOW! But this, THING (walks over to the dog right as Sil finishes saying, "You tried to eat me." and grabs him by the collar to drag him in front of Snypiuer), isn't even a TALKING DOG! I don't even think it's a dog! It's a collar! Technology! You could have got that 'Professor' to make one! Snypiuer: He's mad at me. Mr Moog: Really!? Who would have thought causing someones' entire universe to fall into a catastrophic, entropic implosion would make them MAD AT YOU!? (A story for another time) Snypiuer: Look, there's a LOT of nuances involved here. Suffice it to say, if I wanted a talking dog, this was my ONLY OPTION! Mr Moog: FINE! Then why don't you just go into Demi-God mode and FIX THIS!? Pith (to Sil): 20 geld he comes up with some stupid reason why he can't and WE have to suffer for it. Sil: Do I look stupid enough to take that bet? Snypiuer (with an air of superiority): There are rules and procedures, FAR beyond the ability of mere mortals to understand, at play here. Mr Moog: What do the rules say about ripping holes in reality, let alone BETWEEN realities, in the first place!? Snypiuer: There are loopholes. . . Pith (to Sil): 50 geld there's no loophole to HELP us. Sil (not even looking at him): Insult my intelligence again, and you'll get an up close and personal tour of that dogs' intestinal tract by way of the exit. Mr Moog: Well, FIND a loophole for this! Snypiuer: Look, this CLEARLY falls under the Romero rule. You'd have a better shot of getting around the Asimov Laws! Mr Moog: What does that mean!? Snypiuer: Gotta PHYSICALLY destroy their brain to kill them, magic does NOT work. Mr Moog: What!? Snypiuer: Look, you got a problem with it, YOU go up against a studio lawyer! Pith/Sil/Mr Moog: WAIT! You mean? Hollyw. . . Snypiuer: Yeah! Pith/Sil/Mr Moog: We are sca REW ded! Snypiuer: Umm, guys? I REALLY think it's time to run!

Ummm. . . controled chaos behind the scenes! Account was suspended because the idiot in charge of making the payment had no idea what he was doing (HEY! I resemble that remark!), but it was finally figured out. There was a change in IPS pay structure, so we're working on some things. More than enough money for now. Will update if and when decisions are made. Keep checking in!

HOLY CRIMENY'S! I THINK I know what she's talking about! I believe you're talking about the 'Filter', it used to be at the bottom, center of a forum. It's now at the top of a Forum, in the bar just under the page number (Page 1 of xx NEXT >>) on the left and, like Kat posted, the post New Topic button on the right - I see the links on the left side of the bar. Looks like: Recently Updated Start Date Most Replies Most Viewed Custom If you press the 'Custom' link, you SHOULD get what you want - that is, IF I really do know what you're talking about!

20 Euro turns into $26 and change US. Our PayPal is at $65 and change. I GOT'S ME DA' GUILTS! For not being as active as I should be and will cover what ever we're short - just have to wait for next month to see what the damage will be! It's due around the first week of next month and I did get the donation button up (top left side of site) for anyone that wants to add to our account - and, you know, help a brother out *Snypiuer shuffles around, broken cup in hand* "Alms for the poor! Alms for the poor!"

ATTENTION: WE HATE EYES AND HAVE, THUS, DECLARED WAR UPON THEM! LOOK UPON OUR EYE-HURTING SKINS AND TREMBLE!! I'll go in and make sure they are set to be viewed by all. They may have been set for only certain people to see while they were being worked on. I think they're done enough to be seen by all (we can always change them back if they need more work).

We have our license due in December $160. Last I checked, our PayPal account had about $20 or so. I need to figure out how I put the PayPal Link on before, but donations can be made at PayPal to: donations@themightypen.net don't click on that, you need to go to PayPal and type it in. Other than that, how do you guys like the new skins? Give us some suggestions on what YOU want to see and how we can make the site look better! And why not post while you're here?

O.K., I played with the Visual editor and changed EVERYTHING it would allow me to. Anything that is white, grey, light blue or green - I was unable tho change. As you can see, there are no images or anything with shade variations - which means I'll need to go into the CSS and find what each and every bit of code matches. I would use the stuff I put together for the 3.1.x version, but too much has changed (from what I can tell). Anyone who wants to do a skin using the Visual Editor (and has access to the AdminCP), is more than welcome to do so. It will be a while until I have a Tan skin back up. Go ahead and post any suggestions, images, etc. that you would like and I'll put something together as soon as I can figure everything out. Oh yeah, go to the very bottom of the page and on the left, you'll see 'Change Theme', click on that and you see 'simpleRED' - like it implies, it's just a simple color change I did to see what can be done. It didn't take that long at all.

They say that Love is never having to say "I'm sorry". Well, all of you must think I hate each and every one of you, with the way I'm CONSTANTLY having to apologize for not keeping up with the updates. You can rest assured that I, at least, Huggles you all! There's been quite a bit of activity since the last update, so I'll do my best to cover it all! We're seeing some Pennites that we haven't seen in a while, like Katzaniel who has posted some great stuff to help motivate everyone: The Labyrinth: A structured roll playing game for anyone wanting to play! NaNoWriMo: We all know this one - and should be doing it! Writing Exercises - The No-Reading Thread: Get your writing muscles in shape! Writing Exercises - Inspiration: Cardio for your Muse! So get that Muse of yours' off the couch and get it in shape! TheOtherOne - A reincarnation of a Pennite from long ago, checked-in and also gave us:Hope for Dawn Zadown has added to 500: IF, you have not read this. . . GO! NOW! READ THESE WORDS! FOR TONIGHT, WE DINE IN HELL! Blondemoon checked-in. As well as, Alaeha. Brute has been. . . BRRUUUUTTTE!!! (Sorry, involuntary reaction!). . . seen about the Keep - hunt him down and buy him a drink! And then there's those who appear more frequently: Zool has fallen out of his dusty old frame and has been seen roaming the Keep - see if you can find him! Appy has been seen bouncing around - APPY! APPY! JOY! JOY! James Crow finished the 100 Poems in 100 Days Challenge (2 shirts are still available for anyone wanting to take a shot at it!), then gave us the beginning of The Weatherman - read it and then join me in harassing him until he finishes it! WritingMom gave us Addiction...Or is it? a possible beginning of a very thought provoking story. Harmony has given us: Connoisseur of Air: Breath it in. . . exhale. Rollin' Poem: Hit the highway, then head on home. Heart Attack: CLEAR!!! She told us a little about herself: Harmony Aethenias Echoe. And added to the library stacks in Longitudes of Avinarr. Get in tune and read them all! That Raven at the window is Cryptomancer, why not Tweet along with him? Freya Baranfinnel Sinome Rae Maethe gave us: Apocalypse: Take comfort when it's over. Those Who follow After: Then again, it looks like the freaking cats take over! Here kitty, kitty! Then spread a blanket and revel in the memories Of College Movie Nights. THERE! I believe I've covered it all! I apologize for anyone or anything I've missed. Finally, Version 3.2.3 of IP Boards is out and I will be having them update us to it. This means the skins will most likely no longer work, which means I'll have something to do. There is a skin generator added to this version that SHOULD make it easier and anyone with access to the Admin CP is ALWAYS encouraged to try their hand at making a skin! That's about it! Oh yeah. . . POST!!!

I drove a big rig for 9 years, been to all lower 48 states, Canada and Mexico, averaged 5 WEEKS a year at home. I LIKE this one - it FEELS right.

Taking an ENORMOUS amount of dollar coins to a strip club and 'Making it Hail' - NOT as good an idea as one may think. In fact, it's frowned upon - really, REALLY frowned upon. . . a LOT. . . like, to the point of physical retaliation. DO NOT ask how I know this, just accept it as fact!

Inspiring and reflective - a time capsule of a moment of youth. I can actually smell the grass and feel the rain as I read this. Thank you.

YES! This started me thinking of so many different ways this story could go! Don't want to say any of them, because i want to see where you take it. Just have to say 'Blade Runner' came to mind for some reason. Keep it going!

Sorry haven't gotten to this sooner! As to the addiction, I personally saw it as the young mans' addiction to her - or, at least, the situation he was in. Hope you continue it!

I KNEW the frickin' cats would take over - you can see it in their beady little eyes! Well, they'll be in for a 'what-have-you' when Louie, the freakishly overlarge, mutant, bearded cockroach, leads a rag-tag bunch of scrappy Beagle/Saint Bernard mixes in an uprising against them, in an effort to genetically engineer a new human race from the secretly saved fertilized embryos of one Delores Mildrid Piffle - spinster and collector of dust bunnies that resemble 1970's Blackploitation movie stars (her Richard Roundtree 'Shaft Menagerie' was considered the epitome of celebrity look-a-like dust bunny collections). Another great poem!

You are OBVIOUSLY surrounded by individuals with a collective IQ slightly lower than that of mineral deficient dirt, if my inadequate attempt to complement your work is one of the nicest anyone has ever said! You should take advantage of this and begin by IMMEDIATELY subjugating all those within a 10 mile radius!

If THIS is what boredom does to you, I'm SERIOUSLY thinking of hunting you down and locking you in a tiny room with nothing but a typewriter and a tiny slot in the door for you to slide your writing through ! Thanks and. . . GIVE ME MORE!