The entry topic is closed. That means the polls will be posted soon. I'm scared. Where's Pohuaki? What's he doing?
He's in General Art.
Now he's looking at the board index.
Now he's in the Creative Outlet.
Now he's back in General Art again.
Still in General Art.
Now he's reading the board index again.
Board message! AAHH! *Runs in circles.* Where's my binoculars!? Where's my telescope!? Where's my crystal ball!?
Whew, it's back. Still at the board index.
Now he's in
Are you bored?
Once upon a time, long ago, in some universe so far away nobody ever bothered to actually measure, there lived a biomechanical being named Metal Oaf.
Metal Oaf had a rather bad life. Between his reputation and how he lived up to it, he couldn't go anywhere without walking into at least one brick wall on the way there and two or three on the way back, with a few prickly bushes in between for good measure. Fortunately, he didn't go anywhere very often; he was too busy
Everyone insists algebra is easy, but I'm having the most difficult time with these problems. Help! Solve these and you get an invisible doughnut!
The band leader wants to line up the 92 band members in four rows so each row has more members than the row before. Where should he put the tuba players?
A store owner sells two pairs of running shoes for each pair of high-tops. He goes out of business. How much are the high-tops?
If two pairs of high tops cost the same as one boot and a pair
Carapar can do it, can you?
Launching squids is a snap. Of course, if you would rather keep your squids healthy and whole, you might want to be more careful while launching them. Treat them with respect; the neck they go for next could be yours.
I don't know if it'll work for anyone else, but this is how I launch them:
I watched the instruction movie on bionicle.com, and they launch them completely differently than I do. If you have time, do you want to test my way of launching and
Hi this is Melnay (Turakii's little sister.)
I'm going to write about about the color Magenta.
Magenta is a lovley color, a mix between pink and purple, and it's not Larryboys color becuase he would look silly in Magenta.
It's still a beautiful color.
But what if Lego bricks where made in Meganta, then Lego would loose its costemers becuase the boys would not want them, and the girls wouldn't want them becuase they'd have alot of Barbies. So it will turn it into a toddler toy and the
I made use of my highly advanced organizational techniques and reorganized my inbox.
However, assuming my computer doesn't explode in my face, I may have everything back under control before next week.
P.S. On another note, I have a sudden death wish, so here goes...I've never even seen Halo once in my life!
Odd, I'm still alive.
I have seen (and played) Red Alert 2, Yuri's Revenge, Bionicle Heroes, Tribes 2, the Bionicle game, Serious Sam TSE, Quake 2, Quake 3
Well, Keyblade told me to talk about my life for once, so I'm going to make him regret it.
Well, I got Carapar yesterday, and not only is his name spelled with no K, but his armor is a lot more cool-looking than he looks in the pictures, because it's brown and gold swirled together, and he's just so pose-able that you can’t help but like him. He has these scissor-like tools which are just the right size to close on your wrist, and his squid launcher is so rubbery that you can twang it with yo
Now come on, guys, don't tell me you don't wear squid on your arm! It's only the very latest fashion!
P.S. I got Carapar, I got Carapar! His name reminds me of...people who work with wood...
P.S.S. You're supposed to cheer, clap, do cartwheels, balance a fork on your forehead, or show some form of happiness at this point.
How did NP know? How did he know that, the second I finished reading the very last syllable, I would turn around to see a shiny, neon-orange metal object hurtling from the sky and burying itself in my front yard, forever dooming the daffodils?
My neighbor, Mr. Bob (not to be confused with Bob the Tomato, who mysteriously vanished some time ago) dashed out of his house and hugged the ovular object, murmuring to himself, "Shiny...shiny...shiny..."
Obviously, the rest of us doubted the wisdom
"And they're off!" the announcer announced.
"Oh no!" the announcer announced. "It seems one fell!"
"Oh, my!" the announcer announced shockedly. "A giant fish just fell out of the sky and covered the entire racetrack!"
"Dear me!" the announcer announced confusedly. "It seems the universe was just teleported away by a monstrously mutated palindrome!"
"I think I'll leave now," the announcer announced to himself, stepping off his platform
I'm deeply sorry to report that, at 6:13 PM this eveig, I quite accidetally ad uitetioally misplaced the letter .
It was a worthy letter, ad it deserved the great ame which, after years of toil, fially rested upo its hadsome head. We have search parties out ight ad day, searchig over hill ad dale, over the river ad through the woods, ad, i the cases of the desperate fas, eve uder Lodo Bridge. We are deeply moved by their devotemet to this sigle letter, to this oe out of twety-six. But so far
It has come to my attention that many members are eager to know the post ranks. Not just the ranks, but at what number they will reach each one. Well! Here is the first-ever somewhat-understandable mostly-complete list of ranks, as well as the number each rank is achieved at!
However, to make sure you really want to know, I have taken the liberty of writing the following in a special code. Each rank name will be replaced with a randomly chosen word, and each number will be replaced with vary
Good morning sir Piranha
Good morning, how are you?
I'm pleased to see you happy
And chewing on a shoe
Your teeth look rather dirty
So I will clean them bright---
Why would you look at that
You closed your jaws and now it's night!
Isn't it pretty?
EDIT: And what is this? I missed one little bracket and my quote tag just...tranformed. (Spaces added so it wouldn't turn into a weird quote box.)
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Oh noze! The forum's down! Now I can't post this entry! The world's ending, everyone's left for Mars, I'm left alone and the roof just flew away! I'm gonna die! AAAHHH!
Get out of bed and stumble downstairs
Brushing aside your tangled hair
You can't be awake---it's just not fair
You flop into a random chair
And, not awake, just blankly stare
Until someone steps on your foot
*Kidnaps Yoda from Traku's room.*
For today's blog entry, we made the decision to ask our dear little green friend Yoda a few questions, and then hold him for ransom. Now, don't confuse our local Jedi master with the other short, green guy who speaks rather oddly: Turaga Matau. Although treespeak and "try there is no" may sound, at first, like the same gibberish language, allow me to assure you that the two of them use completely different dialects.
Before we begin, allow me to warn you th
Traku loads up Bionicle Heroes, as usual, and sits down to blast innocent, defenseless little Suukorak into tornados of flying Lego pieces.
The screen loads, and he finds himself near the Piraka Beach, with his character, Kongu, ready for action. Gun shouldered, pose tensed, eyes narrowed. Completely ready...except...
Sitting back in his chair, Traku stares at the screen and blinks. "Something's different..."
After several minutes of pondering, he leans back and calls, "Hey, Turakii? H