DarthTofu

Ah, so your older than me, but slower in your education? Just teasing you, mate. So what new and interesting stuff can people tell us as a result of their new majors?

Wow, your only five years my senior, college junior! I'm still a sophmore, but everyone thinks I'm a senior for some reason. (Even some of them who have known me for my full two years in High School)

So quick question- do the Roman soldier immitators wear undergarments/pants, or are they fully authentic? As far as the comic goes, there are a few factors interfering with it: 1) A lack of spare time 2) That serious lack of spare time 3) KoTOR, which eliminates any and all spare time 4) KoTOR, again. It get's three as it's that addicting. 5) KoTOR. And here you thought I might have misscounted! 6) The fact that it's my semester project for Latin class, with jokes relating to the language and mythology predmoinant in there... If you want to see one of them, here's a newerish one that I did: Panel One Panel Two Panel Three Panel Four Mad's character mold is the most versatile. The chick is a friend of mine who had that conversation with me, except that the hotel was the Hotel Invalid, and it was in fact, a tourist destination. Still, rather funny when I missremembered it. Edit: Also, I have now entered This which will have me pitted against a bunch of UK comic makers... Make an account and root on the Dorks United Characters!

The latest Bond flick didn't leave "Something to be desired," J.H. In fact, I'm slightly offended that you would say that about it! That movie left EVERYTHING to be desired. A poor plot, scientific inaccuracies a five-year-old could spot, bad sexual innuendos... *Hurls* There goes my lunch... Must stop thinking about that movie...

I just want to point out that you already posted that a while back, Mitth... Unfortunately it's still rather accurate, but on a positive note, it is, as a result, funny. And women still haven't figured out that guys don't take subtle hints. Apparently telling them that outright doesn't work, in fact- they take offense to that, saying, "Well you're clearly not a cross-section of all guys!" ... They took a lot of offense to, "Well you clearly aren't a cross section of all women, else they would have died of ignorance." ... The scars left behind will eventually fade... With enough meds...

What most people don't realize is that third party candidates can't be elected. At least not with the current Electoral College system (Which is, by the way, a rather stupid and unnecesarry one IMO) I'd explain more, but I honestly don't fully grasp how it works, much less why it is still in use when it became outdated a good half century to a full century ago.

... We lost this thread in the post massacre, and I kinda liked it (Plus I want to hear more of Rob's story) At any rate, here's my latest bit of writing, hot off of the press... And yes, it's fiction. Superman Monday, August 17th Fifth Period Crap. He’s in this class, too. Paul, the athletic jackass who, for some reason unbeknownst to me, had decided that I was his mortal enemy. First gym class’s ‘fun’ exercises, that consisted of the coach yelling at us to run faster and jump higher with Paul echoing him for me alone, followed by Algebra I Honors, a class that Paul honestly didn’t belong in, but had decided to enroll in, anyways, where he punched me each time I didn’t reveal an answer, or accidentally obscured it. After that came third period, English, where I was lucky enough to be left alone until I made the mistake of raising my hand to read aloud. He thought it was hilarious that I fit in this much with the nerd stereotype he’d clumped me into already, and reacted accordingly, performing false intimidations of my reading the accentuated upon my stutter. Fourth period, Spanish, broke from the pattern only in the respect that I, knowing little to nothing about the language, was no longer his punching bag, thus allowing me one time during the day when, if I was just capable of keeping my huge mouth shut, I wouldn’t be ripped apart like a carrot in a food processor. Now, however, it’s fifth period, integrated science. It’s an advanced class, of course, and Paul does not belong in this one any more than he does in this grade, much less his other two advanced classes. He’s ignoring me for the moment, talking to the kid sitting behind him. I know this will not be the case for the rest of the year, though. Our last names are very similar in spelling, leading to the two of us inevitably sitting near one another. The teacher is giving a lecture, and finds the class’s attention elsewhere. As nothing else has worked, he mentions a few chemical reactions that will produce explosions, even methods of producing highly flammable hydrogen gas. Myself and two other students seem to be the only ones paying attention, and of the three of us, I suspect that only I retain the chemical names. The bell rings, and teacher leaves the room in a resigned manner. I make to do the same, but fall forward as soon as I stand, a blinding pain between my legs, and Paul’s foot at the source. He’s laughing at his ‘nut shot,’ and leaves me writing in pain to proceed to his next class, proclaiming, “Superman strikes again!â€

If I can secure a copy, I will.... Unfortunately a good five or six of the other team members carry laptops and will use the software productively... I'll probably just wind up getting inventor, but oh well. That's what illegle copies of educational versions of software are for. @The authorities: It's a joke... I swear...

Keep in mind that the Democrats have 'control' of the Senate with two independants who typically vote Democratics, IF they win it. The rule with regards to recounts is that the first one is automatic if the winner has a majority by one half of a percent or less, in the case of Virginia about 11,000 votes I think (That might have been the figure for Main- I know little with regards to population densities) Any recounts after that will be blamed upon the party who wishes to say, "No, we really won, scandal time!" and one half (I think) of the funding for the recount will come out of the pocket of whoever demands a recount. Hee- this thread is so much more fun now that I'm paying attention in Government class...

May I please mention how awed I am by your 1337ness?

I'm waiting until stuff calms down to post- my midterms will be coming up in *Checks watch* about six weeks. I suppose I could post something in the meridian, but I'm incapacitated right now.

Engineering jokes are fun- I will warn you, Mitth, here is the advice my father (a civil engineer) would give to you: An engineering major says, "How does that work?" A buisness management major says, "Why is that working?" A psychology major says, "Would you like fries with that?" Not saying that you can't get a good job with that major, (It was my sister's, and she's doing fine... Even though she switched majors and now has a job with nothing to do with those majors) just that you might want to think about where that puts you down the road. *Shrugs* It's ultimately your choice.

Dammit, you beat me to it, SOCL! I was going to comment on that, as well as the Democrat's legislative victories. A right wing president vs. a left wing Congress- hopefully both will come close® to center like they did with Clinton...

The warhammer sketches on CAD No, they are not all like these first few. I never really tried any table-top gaming beyond Risk, truth be told... Edit: I'm gonna get a free copy of one of those if it kills me! It helps that our team only has thirteen members... And hard copies of an older version of both pieces of software

Must... Steal... Image....

As someone who is still impressed by the original graphics for Rebellion (I respect people who can use paint-like-programs to make stuff that good) I'm not really a graphics whore. These graphics are, however, stupendous, and I've been waiting for a game that could do this sort of thing for a long time. My dream is still to develop a MORPG with the differant positions on a ship .(As in Star Wars ships) IE one guy is the gunner, one the direction control, one the tactics control, etc. And no, ships would not have individual folks on the gunner positions.

You lucky so and so.. I get Christians banging on my door all the time, so have calculated a cunning routine.. Whilst doing the washing up, or similar household chores, I skillfully wrap a tea-towel around my head in anticipation of a knock on the door by said cretins hoping to save my soul. Thus when I answer the door, i've completely forgotten i'm wearing the tea-towel, and respond to their initial remarks with fluid sincerity that i'm a Sikh and perfectly happy with my entrance to 'heaven..' I love it! ... So do the robots remind anyone else of mobile dolls?

too late, already did.

Woo! Off to send an E-mail... Oh, yeah... I was supposed to mail that letter for his snail-mail address...

Next time say, "Oh, no, I'm sorry, but I already belong to the Church of Satan!"

... I'm more than a little disturbed by the fact that you know so much about this matter, Tex... BTW: You spelled "excruciatingly" wrong.

@Tex: You beat me to it! Well, not that specific aspect of Napoleon and the French Revolution, but I was going to mention that history holds a great many interesting tid-bits. For instance, Abraham Lincoln (The sixteenth American president for any foreigners who don't know) launched a proposition he quite liked to his cabinet. The seven members (At the time) all hated it, and voted "nay" on the issue. Lincoln then supposedly said, "Seven 'nay's, one 'aye.' The 'aye's have it." And promptly left the room.

What type of computer are you running it on? Some of the newer ones make for funky running of Rebellion...

Strange, and here I thought age brought maturity... Thanks for breaking me out of that nightmare, Tex!

Niether can I. There would be a great number of small children scarred for life by you. "What awe you fow Hawoween, teachow?" "Why, I'm Silent Bob. Have you ever seen any of Silent Bob's films, Timmy?" "No..." "Well, you're in luck! Gather 'round, class- we're having a film day, today! Let's start out with 'Clerks I' and work our way through all of Silent Bob's films!" Or better yet, the alternative: "What awe you fow Hawoween, teachow?" "..." Just some good-natured shattering of your hopes and dreams, Rob. So what does a History major get to do? Scrape bones? Read lots of musty old books? Check out old battlefields for spare bullets? What?