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Beat It is. Frankenstein is not. The list is pretty hit and miss. RATM is beast, but why Bulls on Parade is higher than Killing in the Name, and why either of them are on there to begin with, I have no clue. Also, it fails for having Stairway to Heaven and Eruption as the top 2.

Ah. Didn't know that. Would have been better for IV.

I wish people would stop condemning the video game scapegoat only to turn around and blame the gun. When I was eleven I owned a .22 and a 4/10, not to mention various air rifles. The reason that kid is dead and I am not is that I am not a fool. I listened when my parents instructed me in gun safety. Sure, the parents were negligent in locking the gun safely away and making sure it was unloaded, and if they failed to give the boy instruction then they are even more at fault. However, the fact that the kid had a gun does not have anything to do with it in itself. Blame the parents all you want, but it's their fault not the gun's. And they are not to blame for giving the kid a gun in the first place, either.

I have no idea what it's supposed to be, since it's definitely not a poem.

I just heard Frankenstein by the Edgar Winter Group on the radio for like the third time in the past week, and I will orgasm if that song gets on here.

The credit card method fixed my blue button \ Promptly FCed Hit Me With Your Best Shot, and choked so many times on Talk Dirty to Me that I gave up. I'll post some of the pics when I get more of the FCs that are just waiting for me, including . . . Suck My Kiss Reptilia Talk Dirty To Me Sunshine of Your Love Bulls on Parade Anarchy in the UK Even Flow Avalancha She Bangs the Drums To be added to my list of songs already FCed: Closer Metal Heavy Lady Radio Song Generation Rock Ruby Sabotage Slow Ride Hit Me With Your Best Shot Story of My Life Mississippi Queen When You Were Young Miss Murder Lay Down My Name Is Jonas

Never fear, the apocalypse is in 2012. Atom Smasher sounds like a wrestling name.

I had to read that five or six times before I understood what you were saying :lol: I'll have to try that tomorrow, as my blue button has been screwing with me for ages. I was going to get a second guitar, but if your fix works I might not fork over the $70, with GHWT coming out and all.

Celebrate what? The overthrow of a corrupt government? Victory over the country in war? Sorry bub, those things haven't happened in the whole history of America, and it seems that America is the biggest target for flag burning and the predominant one in this thread. A drunken what-the-hell-lol-it's-fun moment? That would fall under the heading of "pointless."

I don't get how you can have so many -1 or -2 runs on a song. If you're trying to FC it and you've already run through it once with -1 for the score, why wouldn't you just start over when you miss? Seems like a waste of time to complete the song.

A legal age for anything, as someone rightly said, is ludicrous in a world based on the Middle Ages. Such things did not exist even in the eighteenth century, much less the eleventh. Furthermore, a 21-year-old in those times was considered well into their life, about halfway in fact. The average life expectany, IIRC, was about 40. A boy generally came of age, for lack of a better term, in his mid-teens, though there was no set age. Setting a legal age at the halfway mark of a person's life is ludicrous. Just because the specific towns and cities in RS do not actually exist does not in any way make this story NOT set in the Middle Ages, or an equivalent time period in the world of RS. The technology and the social hierarchy are enough to set RS firmly in a time equivalent to our Middle Ages. And while that does not mean social evolution has to take place in the same way that it did in our history, certain things have to happen in order. Legal ages, a product stemming from egalitarianism and its subsequent and extensive idealisms, is about seven hundred years out of place.

What do cats actually do? Crap in a litterbox and have the run of your house, it seems to me. Give me a dog any day. Besides, my dog saved my grandma's life by barking up a storm. A cat would probably sit on the dresser while she slowly suffocated.

So did we! On my birthday! It sucked! Nah, it wasn't that bad. This year is way harder than the previous years of HS, but it's been fun. Welcome to high school, where we eat freshmen. Good luck.

:wall: I passed the solos of TTFAF, only to fail right before Rampaging Dragons from lack of practice on the last 20%. :wall:

On my own time, I'm reading A Song of Ice and Fire by George RR Martin. Just finished the second book and so far the series has been fantastic. For school, I'm up to my neck in essays on the American Revolution and was expected to re-read The Picture of Dorian Gray. Good book, but no way I'm slogging through it again after I managed it in two days just before summer vacation ended.

Holy crap, a new FMA? . . . How would that work? The movie ending didn't leave any room that I could see. Unless they started over from the beginning and followed the manga. That would be pretty cool. Especially since the manga seems close to finishing, it might be done by the time the show catches up.

I hold firmly that I can FC it as well with a really good day and some more practice on transitioning to tapping. That is what you mean by solo B right, the intro part? If not, I apologize, but that part is really easy to tap. Left hand fingers on the first four buttons, right hand tapping the orange. Hit the others like the orange isn't there. The whole song is a freakin' choke-fest, though.

From a distant corner comes the squeaky voice of Mr. Comma: "I'm punctuation too!"

Someone took that [wagon]-hair thread to heart.

Quick story: my brother wanted a computer in his room, so we tried to make our old Dell run. It was missing some vital component and wouldn't start, so he got this bright idea to take a TEN YEAR OLD eMachine from my grandma's house. Well, 8 gigs of hard drive just wouldn't do, so I took the 80 gig from the Dell and slaved it to the 8. Kinda lol, but whatever. Well, then I went to install XP on the comp, but the disk drive wouldn't work :wall: So after some failed attempts to steal the disk drive from the Dell, I gave them both up for crap and took the 80 gig HD. Now to my question. I want to slave the 80 gig to my laptop, which is currently like .5 gigs short of it's full 30. The problem is I have no clue how to do this. It's not made to be an external, so I'm pretty much lost. The HD is a Dell and the Laptop is a Dell, but I can't tell you much beyond that. Halp?

I've posted a grand total of about four pages here. The thing is 202 pages long right now, and I'm not half finished yet. Ok, maybe about half. Regardless, it's not hurting anything, and peer review is good. What I really need is feedback. I need other people to read it and tell me what I'm doing wrong, or tell me I'm awesome and inflate my ego (kidding.) I can't keep going on without C/C. I need to make sure I'm doing it right. Plus, every time I post a part here it gets a free editing job. Besides, if I were to start something else to post here I would distract myself from this, which I really do want to finish.

New excerpt, a continuation of the last one. Enjoy. Or hate. Critique. Whatever. ---- The crew on the deck below froze, looking to the body in shock. Gradually they began to move toward it, a sick curiosity overriding their terrible fear of Seger, wanting to know who had just fallen to his death. Duties were forgotten as the pirates surrounded the body of their fallen comrade, and the Guillotine was left to its own nonexistent devices. Seger watched it all with a mounting fury that drove all thought of the terrified man standing behind him from his head. He hastened to the edge of the crows nest and swung himself over, intending to climb down directly into their midst for a grand effect. Even from his new position, which gave him a clear view of the second mate standing petrified, Seger did not notice, and disappeared over the side of the nest to break up the group surrounding Gumms body and berate them for the dullards they were. That night, after Gumms body had been tossed unceremoniously overboard, Anderson stood up to speak in the crews quarters, in the middle of the long, low-ceilinged cabin. Despite his incredibly fortunate escape from the wrath of his captain, the second mate was deeply shaken by his behavior. It was time to let the entire crew know of his feelings. Youve all noticed our capn behavin strangely of late, an I believe somethin need ter be done about it before long. I say ye shut up bout it lest the capn hear! yelled someone who was hidden in the crowd. There were mutterings of agreement, but Anderson continued on, his fear and conviction that he was right driving him. A week ago, when we went ashore at that ole fishin town, Seger come back in a mighty rage an bade us set off without Gilford, he said, an the capn refuses to tell us anythin about what happened to im there. Hes been in a state ever since, an now Gumms been killed at his hands. Now, we Who knows how Gumm fell, sneered Packar, all we know is that e fell out o the crows nest, an e werent the most agile person ye ever set eyes on. It did not escape Anderson that Packar had chosen to ignore his statement about Gilford, but he bristled in response. I saw what appened, capn pushed the man straight over the edge! So ye say! yelled the same anonymous pirate. But youve been inflamed against the capn ever since e caught ye eatin from is personal stock, so why should we believe yer ravings about the sanity of capn? There were hearty snickers at the remembrance. The capn is mad, I tell yer! yelled Anderson. An we should do somethin about it before Thats enough! Saunch had stood up. All eyes shifted from Anderson to him; Saunch commanded much more respect than Anderson did, and not just because he was the most senior officer under Seger. The man towered over nearly everyone present, had shoulders like a bulls, and an intimidating mask of a face that seemed to be roughly hewn from stone. At odds with his impenetrably cold carving of a face, Saunchs eyes were alive and penetrating; deep black and at the moment as cold as his countenance. Are you telling us to mutiny? he asked, in a soft but dangerous voice. Because if you are, we will turn you over to the captain. Anderson paled, the color draining from his face slower only than when he had been confronted by Seger in the crows nest. No, o-of course not, he stammered. Good, said Saunch. Now, unless anyone else wants to mutiny, I bid you all good night. Anderson remained standing, fists clenched and lips tight, while the other crew members turned away, still laughing among themselves. He could find no hilarity in the situation at all, and not only because he had just been humiliated. He remained in his rigid standing position until all of the crew had retired to their hammocks, then settled into his own, to brood and to plan.

Google says: Did you mean Sadistic? Logic says: mockery is fun.

Mario Kart FTW. Other racing games bore me.

Yarly. My dad can completely rebuild the computer from the ground up, but a simple password and he's completely denied access to my laptop :lol: I've never had to deal with parental controls, though. I'm pretty sure my parents don't even know enough about the internet to be alarmed. Only recently my mom saw me on TIF and had to ask what it was #-o