I can't use it for my fishies?
Turakii
P.S. Blog entries always take longer to start when the "add entry" button decides to play peekaboo.
P.S.S. I can send PMs again! Wait... why is everyone running away? Come back!
Once upon a time there was a Matoran named Kopeke who lived in an ice cube. He has very little room to move in the ice cube, and furniture was out of the question. So he moved to a normal hut and was just like everyone else.
The End.
Turakii
See, SZ, I told you I'd write a secret message.
Stop your throwing, men, now halt
And you, let go of that catapult!
Rumor whispers in and out
Of pirates lurking hereabout...
Hide your convoys and shine your sword
Veterans of this fruit-loop war!
Our banana katanas whistle through air
Duck and don't complain it's unfair
The katana comes down and you head for the trees
"Pirates!" you shriek, falling to your knees...
But your ammunition is gone.
We're fearless.
We're hungry.
We lack Vitamin D.
And we're coming for y
Arg wu, sentificate? Kosticated intersord, wentora yate paravillintiniay...
I mean... *cough* what I meant to say was: my Premier Membership is going to expire on June 6th. My brother and I walked to the mailbox today and sent the precious letter for renewal, but I'm going to be unemboldened for, at most, a week.
This is important to you because I currently have 691 messages in my inbox, and a non-Premier inbox holds only 200 messages.
Once my Premier Membership expires, I will have to
Lady Kopaka is entering a name contest, where she is required to send in a possible name for a Guild Wars character: an evil bad guy boss. However, she can't decide on what name to enter, so she would like your opinion.
Kor Vale The Silencer
Does "Kor Vale" sound evil enough? Should the Vale be dropped? Is the name too short in comparison to the title, or too long? Any other suggestions?
Your opinion matters. It could win her the contest.
Turakii
Last night, I crept downstairs for reasons unknown. Perhaps I felt the voice calling to me through my dreams. Perhaps the light brushed my face and awoke me. Perhaps I just woke up.
But no matter. I was descending the staircase.
I reached the landing and stepped slowly through the living room. The air was clean and humid, like after a rain, and it chilled my skin. I froze, knowing it wasn't right. It doesn't usually rain in our living room.
I glanced around, but could make out nothing
Today, Traku's birthday it is.
If time you have, here drop in and give happy birthday wish to him, you will, or wish it here you shall. If time you have not, bother you won't.
Turakii
My mom just got home *gasp* from the store *gasp* and she had been buying stuff *gasp* like food *gasp* and she came upstairs *gasp* and handed me *gasp* a beautifully shiny plastic-wrapped *gasp* Muppet Treasure Island on DVD!
...
What? You thought maybe I was referring to something else?
Turakii
It's bouncy! It's zany! It fits in the palm of your hand? Yes! It's the new Bouncee-Ball! Just throw it--- and it comes right back! Amazing! No batteries! No cords! No frustrating recharging! Just throw--- and catch! A worldwide wonder, sure to keep the kids entertained for hours, and yours for only 22.93! But wait--- call now and receive a second, slightly smaller Bouncee-Ball, free! That's right! Two Bouncee-Balls, and for only three easy payments of 11.99 plus shipping and handling! Wow! But
"No!" sobbed in a panic
"Don't take my sock---I need the static!
Without, my power will fade and die
I'll have to cry by candlelight!"
But felt nada sympathy
He threw the sock into a tree
got mad and then
ran away to his smily empire
ran up with a triumphant shout
And, with some water, put out
:wakeup2: walked along, sipping his tea
Tripped on grass and skinned his knee
:wakeup2: began to wail and
went once he was dry
was stunned into a mere
A passerby mentioned
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Decipher difficult this is to, for am speaking weirdly I?
Turakii
*Steals page from Sporky's book and copies in indecipherable handwriting.*
What is your computer's start-up sound? What is your computer's shut-down sound? What icon do you find most annoying? Do you think Sporky will take revenge? Where did Sporky get a book, anyways?
Turakii
Bonjour, mon amis! Amees. Amies...ahmes...ahmis...ahmees...omis...oameies...amigos?
Anyways, so far the Flaming Doves were brutally powderpuffed by Bacon5 and Burke And The Wise Guys. It was all LarryBoy's fault; he's always to blame. However, the Mickey Mouse theme song is fantastic for bringing up self-esteem, unless your siblings command you under threat of limb removal not to utter another sound from your mouth even vaguely resembling a tune.
...
Speaking of which, exactly what did
But, despite that shocking revelation, ladies and gentlemen, I have found I am still able to function!
Quick boring life update: I'm leaving Thursday morning for somewhere near Hackuchii at a key phase in the moon for Bible quizzing, and won't be back until late on Sunday. I might be able to get on a few times to check my messages, but I'll be very busy hunting daffodils and trying to find firewood so we don't freeze to death, so don't expect much.
*Breathe in.*
*Breathe out.*
Tura
I was talking to Lady Kopaka last night, and as we exchanged ideas, we suddenly hit upon our very first collaborated, and possibly true, Bionicle theory.
The Zamor are actually bald Tribbles.
Proof:
Greg said the Bahrag made the Krana, which were a form of projectile, and both Krana and Zamor are available in green. Obviously, the Krana are some form of squishy mutant Tribble, which the Bahrag enslaved through telepathic suggestion and forced to command their Bohrok armies.
As eve
First, listen to the Newsboys' "Your Love is Better Than Life." Like now. Because it's awesome. The chorus echoes in that Newsboys fashion, and there's a sort of rap running underneath the song... it's just awesome. (It's the Australian accent that gives it the ultimate coolness, you know.)
Second, today is the day where people all over the world, at 1:59, run around frantically searching for the missing E. The day when we wonder if we should get out our recipe books. The day mathematicians e
The votes are being counted (and double-checked) (and fixed) (and recounted), and Matau and LarryBoy, with the final dregs of their draining energy, are struggling bravely through their final round and sweating profusely, or would be if they could sweat, but since they can't, they're just panting and gasping.
I have a question for you. The Air-Toa and cucumber fight with their might and main, but as of now, they fight for nought but the win. If the winner was going to win a prize, what do you
For some, being a Toa of Air feels too carefree. Some consider those who tried the previous instructions to be airheaded and flighty, and others say the instructions were obviously written by some green newbie to the arts. These people prefer to keep their feet on the rock, and when it comes to life-changing experiences, they want something weighty and dependable they can firmly grasp in both hands.
Getting in Touch with Your Inner Bionicle
Part 2
Stone Toa
Begin this exercise by bre
