iwishiwascool

John Stewart owns Crossfire http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2652831 This falls in line with my whole "team" rant that I go off about from time to time. Basicly being criticle of people who blindly choose a political side/part/candidate/team and become rhetoric repeaters that never invest much/any intellect into the ideas they are spouting. Stewart Is criticizing the hosts of the show for perpetuating a system flawed system. On in which members of each team are given public forums to spout the rhetoric and "talking points" of the party/side rather than actually addressing real issues with real answers all under the pretext of a Hard ass Debate show that asks the "hard" questions. The very nature of the show encourages the hosts to have opintions that are strictly defined based on whether they are left or right. People watch shows like crossfire, observe the supposed debate, walk away feeling more informed when they have, in fact, just been pumped with the same rhetoric the "team" is trying to shove in the faces of the american people on a daily basis. [its not meant to be infamitory as it doesnt support either "side", but mods can feel free to move this to SM if so inclined.]

I read a bit... The admin isnt on a power trip like CSR. The mods seem to be old enough to articulate an intelligible post. I dont think there needs to be any anamosity, or people (who arent admins/mods) representing the board as a whole.

I do every day.

I dont even have anything to do with this and i got called a ricer!

I thought about getting a 9800pro and softmoding it to an xt... but I think ill wait till closer to the HL2 release and see whats in the 200 range.

"I cant wait till white people figure out what that means"

My TNT2 from 3 years ago works fine. -So do you get the newest one every few months? -Why do you hate NVidia

Lookie [this isnt political... just funny]

silly, thats race-club.com. .org is registered to Richard Bullock Jr. Expiration Date:27-May-2005

97'

its for ebay pics, some videos, and email. ColumbusDSM is hosted with a different company. Dreamhost is aparently very reliable anyway.

funny how our old and busted columbusDSM host just cut out an hour after i signed up for this.

So if youre on that super huge Forum whose accronym starts with an O and ends with a T... you probably saw the 20 page thread for the internets hosting. I decided to try it. IwishIwascool.net now equals: • 800 MB Storage • 40 GB Transfer ($4/GB extra) • 3 Domains Hosted • 15 Sub-Domains Hosted • 60 Mailboxes • 15 Shell Users I guess 11ty billion people have signed up and it is good. Dreamhost has been around for a while anyway. Including the registration of my domain,the cost was 9.24 not a month... but for the whole year. you can get me a referal if you sign up. If you want. www.dreamhost.com (make sure you use the promo code [777])

if rolla cant fix it... id expect that it will be more of a parts car purchase.

as much as Id hate to take another desk job, I might consider this.

So as I read over the old "chapters" I notice numerous spelling errors, at least a dozen times when I switched tenses, some places where I left words completely out... I supposedly lifted this from a published source??

As much as I hate to concede to a demand from a two-bit monkey, and complying is a concession that Mr. 86/ta got under my skin by implying that I lifted my material… Ill oblige: A fine mist hung mated with the dry Acapulco air as the tide conducted its daily advance on the rocky peer. The gentle retreat of the foamy surf created the gentle roar responsible for relaxing the puffer into his current unconscious state. A ratty fisherman’s hat cocked forward, shrouded his eyes from the midday sun. His pale white fleshes shown like a beacon only slightly mitigated by his thick pelt of man hair. As the tide slowly crawled nearer his plump foot, a hellatious roar erupted from below the hat. The adjacent tan, toned beach goers were startled at the Puffers disturbing snore. He lazily shifted slightly and resumed. The ocean crept up the beach as each wave reached extended slightly further than the last. The Puffer’s Safari Tan swim trunks did little to hide the enlarging wet spot surrounding his nether regions. His dangling foot had become victim of the shrinking beach. Deep in sleep, his wet foot signaled his little brain to evacuate his bladder. His eyes batted as they adjusted to the radiance of the light. Vision regained, he embarrassedly scanned his neighbors to see if anyone had noticed. Directly to his left, a beautiful woman was already preparing a towel for him hoping to minimize his embarrassment. Her tan slender figure was adorned with a tiny yellow bikini. Her lean legs, firm torso led abruptly to her disproportionately large breasts. Her subtle face, complimented by her dainty nose, created a youthful, cutesy appeal. Honestly… this story is boring to me. If you truly don’t believe that I’m writing this then a.) youre an idiot and b.) give me some details that you didn’t pull from a will smith movie, or just continue to act like an idiot and I’ll just use that. Where I was going to go with it… Her lips, only a whisper away, faded and blurred as a piercing ringing rang out inside his head. The taste of grass stung his tongue. The puffer looked down at his mud-covered hands, smeared with crimson from his bloodied nose. Only in his dreams could the puff escape his sad reality. The sleek suburban youth responsible for duping the Puff with a less than elaborate ruse stepped forward and swung his foot to the Puffers midsection. He was out again. [ 07. October 2004, 01:07 PM: Message edited by: iwishiwascool ]

you’re an idiot. If your statement was semi intelligible, I might retort but I cant make sense of it. Ill do my best: My responses were DIRECTLY tailored to his replies: -The first was geared toward how he got his screen handle ("The sweet sounds of the Eagles") -The second was in reply to why his father could have had a 72 in 71 since it was actually a 72 model year. It was also explained that it was later repossessed because he over extended himself with the baby that he made in said truck. That’s called Irony. -The third was to illustrate how desperado aka the puffer got into his fat head how one could possibly think he was owning me when I was making a satire of his sad life and the events responsible for his delusional state. It makes me sad that I a. had to explain all this. b. cant decide whether you are implying that the story is, in fact, "junior English" quality and that was an attempted flame. If so... I hope your popsicle stick is sharp.

I’m out of material. I had a few more milestones in mind but they all have the same message so it would get boring. It's obvious the puffer didn’t understand that I was responding directly to his posts in short story format... using his retorts in said story. There were far too many words so he just assumes it's "Bullshit". The kid is pretty hopeless. He is unable to escape his narrow-minded perspective to see how ridiculous he looks. Personally, Id be embarrassed if one of my arguments was that its such a waste of time talking to me, that I "own" you when you feel compelled to do so. It certainly doesn’t say much for his esteem. He lives in a world of self-dilution. In his mind, despite being very obviously out gunned in so many aspects of his life, he is still the king of the mountain. He feeds his self absorption by creating ridicule on this board and probably in his real life because in his warped perspective, any attention is good attention, regardless of whether those involved respect him or not. My advice to the thirty year old boy would be to get some exercise, start feeling positive about your physical condition, then, get laid. If all else fails, he should just get a shiny pick up like pops did and find a girl whose a whore for a factory paint job. Maybe then you will realize the error in your ways and become an upstanding member of this community... and others. [ 05. October 2004, 10:20 AM: Message edited by: iwishiwascool ]

fedex/UPS at night if you need something late. Ive been thinking about it so I can save a large amount of cash to buy a house.

that was quallity. I should have used that.

Since you truely arent smart puffer: The moral of the story is... if you call someone out, and they post: you arent owning them. Ever.

Milestone 3: 3 years later. A certain social hierarchy existed... even in the trailer park. The kids who lived in the doublewides, or had hole-less shoes, or whose parents actually owned a car stood at the top. Dolly Maye was a blonde lil bumpkin that didn’t look like she belonged in the hell hole the puffer called home. He doublewide sat in the center of the park, nearest the office, with the best view of the mud hole. The abandon lot next to the office was home to the community’s "Playground"... if you could call it that. A single tree reached out of the ground. Its bark was scarred from the abuse of kids with nothing better to do combined with an early contempt for life. It looked as sad to be alive as many of the community’s residents. From one of the trees knotty branches hung a single truck tire (coincidentally from a 1972 Chevy pick up). Approaching one hundred seventy lbs., the Puffer avoided the aperture of the tire swing as if it was a vegetable. He watched from afar in desperate wanting at other kids swung back and fourth on the old tire. Every day he became more determined to try the swing. Late on a sweltering summer day the sun was relinquishing its attack and retiring on the horizon. Once again the Trailer park kids had ventured on an expedition through the woods minus one puffer. He saw his chance. He crept up to the swing carefully peering around every corner and checking every window for judging eyes. The coast was clear. The puffer ran at the tire with all his might. As he dove through the tire it secured itself around his waste like a cummerbund. He swung around, unaware of the embarrassment that was yet to ensue. He squirmed and wiggled trying to free himself. The tire seemed determined to hold him prisoner. Exhausted, hungry, embarrassed at his own stupidity… he gave up. Six year old Dolly had just woken up from her after noon nap. She peered out her window at a most amusing sight. Like a jelly doughnut The puffer was lodged in the tire swing with a look of absolute resignation. She slowly snuck up behind him. When she was within reaching distance she extended her tiny finger at his plump hindquarters. With a shot of adrenaline she pushed the finger forward into the mound of pudge. It depressed. The Puffer shrieked. She pulled her finger away. Seconds later the pudge its natural position while gelatinously jiggling. She giggled and repeated. Unable to confront the assault, the puffer could only scream with embarrassed rage. The lil jewel of the trailer park had singled him out and prodded his insecurity. He thought back to his fathers lesson: “alls ya gotta say is: 'well yur the dum one fur takin the time to make funa me, sucker'.” He bleated out his fathers words. Dolly, at only six years old was unable to understand exactly what was said, but knew it to be insulting. She burst into tears and ran away. He lie in the swing alone again, again repeating the words of his father. “I reckon it'll work till you’re at least 30.” He was as happy as he could be in the position that he was in. “At least I know I can fight back… till I’m at least 30!”

1. Ive never used the term "Nut swinger". Ever. I have never cared what people’s alignments are. 2. I assure you none of what I said I have repeated. Nor will you find it elsewhere. Do try. It's funny that you are the one accusing me of being unoriginal. Hypocritical indeed. 3. My girly car is about 5 seconds closer to your 6-second goal than either of your cars. 4. Where is your "lamborghini" then?