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 Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 5:09 am
Oops, I guess once you click "New Topic" you're stuck.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 11:56 am
Sympathy:
3nodding For you guys new to this thread: is THIS less confusing?
Why is there a BIIIG gap here?
I used to be really great at dealing with technology. Now I'm starting to have problems programming a VCR. A VCR! I used to be able to do that without even really looking!
And video games! I was never all that great, but I could at least play. Now I'm as comically inept as my own father. What's going on?
Did I forget? Is it the creeping stiffness in my fingers? Does enough of my brain just not care anymore?
Why is age tearing me and technology apart?
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 8:21 pm
Thought this was going to be a new game.
The topic so hot, it didn't need a name.
So, how are all you Gaian Geezers?
Right now, you could pick my brain up with tweezers.
I just got home from travelling
my brain seems to be unravelling
the house was closed up and it's twice as warm
as a southern summer thunderstorm.
I wanted to say hi, but what the heck
I can't stay in here. I'll go out on the deck
with a game to play and a nice cold drink
and come back to see you when I can think.
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 8:36 pm
There is no game
but it is not lame
though I just might regret this
all the same
I do not dread
just what I've said
as I spin off some nonsense
on this thread
go rest your feet
in your hot retreat
while I search for the color
of a starch'ed sheet
I'm about to sob,
just lost my job,
driving has lost its succor
but I'm no slob
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 8:35 pm
 XianKai says... Nihon ikitain desu
crying Go to Japan!!
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:16 am
What is it about young kids, that makes them want to keep the old people from having fun. I was just asked by one of my friends to not play guild games and to behave like an old person.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:13 am
Maybe if you don't fit into your younger friend's perceived little stereotyped "box", you're a bit dangerous... Why do people always want to categorise xp . I'm sure they wouldn't like it if you told them they were too young to do something... lol
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 9:44 pm
I'll type real quick
then I must dash
my rhyming trick
lacks all panache
Ever too young
yet in command
hasn't quite come
to understand
Never too old
in deed or thought
never quite sold
never quite bought
In freedom still
my age goes on
and living will
our freedoms spawn
I enjoy cheese.
Watch now, I say
I just might see
Japan some day
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 10:46 pm
I Ceymore Ratz What is it about young kids, that makes them want to keep the old people from having fun. I was just asked by one of my friends to not play guild games and to behave like an old person.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 7:41 pm
Oh my God! I accidently started an Invisibility thread!! eek
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 10:11 pm
Malheureux Oh my God! I accidently started an Invisibility thread!! eek
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 4:58 am
Yes, it's really caught on - well done, Malheureux! blaugh
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 8:25 am
It's odd how people will get wrapped up doing the oddest things...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
I always loved that one...
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 3:34 pm
Sometimes those are the oddest peopleses
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