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So... seriously? BZP is 12 years old, the toy line that inspired it has been discontinued, we're all probably in our 20s by now, yet I can count on quicker (and better) responses than I do with my [REDACTED-DV] posts? Hm. Need to go find some Bionicles to buy on craigslist and have more to do here!

A post loaded with helpfulness Lyichir, I appreciate it!

Ok, a further question, because it's pretty unanimous that WE made it great How did we manage to get so many great people with quality creativity/dedication? Is Bionicle an inherently creativity-inspiring storyline? Did the tight forum moderation procure quality content?

Amazing that 7 years later I read all these names and memories flood back. People really got involved on a devoted level!

I got on BZP soon after Bionicle first launched in 2001 when I was 11. I stayed on up till 2007 when my interest in Bionicle simply waned. But during those years the friendships I made and the community I was a part of actually very close to my heart. Fast forward to today, 11 years later, I'm a missionary in Mexico and I want to create an online community for youth in Latin America to work together for social justice. - I won't mention any more details, because if I remember correctly BZP rules forbid talking about other forums. What I do want to talk about is how the idea intimidates me because I see dozens of heavily-funded, big-name projects that failed to do the very same thing. But then I remembered BZP, and how it was an incredibly successful and thriving community, and how much it was a part of my life. Maybe I could learn a few lessons from how things worked here? Miraculously I remembered my old yahoo address and could recover my password, and here I am. So my question is: What made BZPower such a great community?What made it more successful and interactive than others? I personally think that it is mostly because BZP was community-invented. Nearly every BZ innovation was birthed out of the users, not out of the "designers" producing new "features". Contests, RPGs, entire categories and sections, were created because someone started an idea that others caught on to, so the administrators gave it a permanent place.

I returned to BZP after 5 years absent. I had originally logged on to this place in 2002, when I was 11. I went by Core Dimension most of the time and switched to Etcetere later. Crazy! Now it's 11 years later and I'm 22. Miraculously, I managed to remember the old yahoo email account I used and could recover my password. I'm going to pop back in to BZP from time to time now. I'm interested in seeing how many of my 14-year-old virtual friends I can find again!

So I've been suffering from an all-things-creative-er's block for the past month or so. I need ideas. Good ones. Though I don't think I'll find much success by asking the general populace of BZP, especially those who frequent my blog. Still. Surprise/impress me. (o)

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Macs are undeniably awesome. But what about when you want your /own/ stuff in your computer? I've used iMacs at school, and they rock like a yacht. But there's no opening them up and installing your own hard drives, PCI cards, etc. without GRAAAAAGH A ZOMBIE HAS EATEN YOUR WARRANTY. Admittedly, Windows is only the most convenient because if, hey, you don't got the worldsnazzy software, you can stick it right on there anyway! I resolve that this photograph presents all reality in perspective. (o)

None. None. Portable Network Graphics for the win! Wii, N64, 30g iPod, TI-85 SE+, Yamaha YPT-400, rsban. None. None worthwhile. Fast reply, as I type my own tags. None. No wait.. What Shine said. Wii Bowling, Wii Tennis, Wii Golf and Wii Baseball. The end! (o)

My algebra 2 final will be nonexistent due to my teacher's superior awesomness. And I've an '84 Silver Plus. (o)

You changed your name. Who are you? I'm not bothering to take any longer than 5 seconds and figure out your name through hello-duhness. (o)

I own two Dr. Seuss Sing-a-Longs. (o)

The flames all scorch the circus floor. (o)

I recently rentrered from fundraising out on the streetcorners. Very experiential. About seven of us teens went to some diner and talked with our pastor for a while, then we went out with the intention to do what we did last week. (Just what did we do last week? Tune in next paragraph for the thrilling conclusion!) Instead, we went to Heb, made some posters, and staked out a busy intersection for anyone willing to donate to our various summer mission trips. It was very productive, at least 150$ was raised. Divided up, that's only about 30$ dollars(only five of us were actually raising money ourselves), but it's progress. When last we left the previous paragraph- so yeah, last week, Me, Carlos, Will, and Zeeq walked over to Will's neighborhood with egg cartons in tow. I'd recently found out about a great missions fundraising plan - go door-to-door, and if someone is willing to donate at least a dollar, they get to crack an egg on your head! The kids loved it, and though it was utterly.. uncomfortable, to say the least, so did we. I fell victim to the first egg, but it was Will who endured the most torture. Throughout the day, at least a dozen were burst on his head alone, I experienced only about 7-8. Here's how it feels when an egg is cracked on your head. First there's the impact, which feels not unlike someone merely clunking you on the head without good reason. You hear the crnklish, in varying degrees of intensity depending on the striker, and see the yellow blobs of goo erupt outward in all directions. Everyone surrounding exclaims some form of "Oah!" and dodges the mucal projectiles. It's at this moment, if the person with their hand on your head has any form of good-naturedness, rubs their hand in your hair to spread the shells and white and yolk all around, and the feeling of immersion in snot arises. They withdraw their hand and request a paper towel as yellow goo runs down your neck, and you remain with no conceived reaction other than to remain locked in position. Beacuse of the stickiness, a part of your head feels like something's still grabbing it as someone with compassion hands you a paper towel, still laughing, and you proceed to wipe off your most uncomfortable of areas. After about five of these napkins, you're fully recovered, but with a much slimier noggin. Later, after about 5 minutes, the egg has dried, leaving your hair stuck hard in place like hair glue. After a half hour, it's flaking yellow shavings all over the place and the smell is noticable. Washing it out is like looking through the archive in your digital camera after returning from a trip, as you revisit each shell, pebble, twig, and clump of hard egg goo that had found its way into your hair that day. Divided up, each of us raised an amount of 15$ that day. Not worth it, you ask? Pah! You're not the one who had this opportunity to take and this story to tell! Translation: Heck yes it was worth it! (o)

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Because I wear shoes at the computer.. >> Flip a coin. No, I take them apart and then MOC with them. Flip a coin. What them's?

I'm dilemma'd. What to build for the British Broadcasting Channel 42? I have a few ideas. I want to have something with a novelty, something that will be recognized for what it's representing. I'm adamant against cliched BBC entries, so it can't just be a generic cute creature. I don't think an opposite approach will work like it did in BBC 33 (Or 35? It was that Makuta one). My favorite idea as of now will be a representation of a particular expression we all know and love. And maybe I might take some inspiration out of the Brakelata beast. Contemplations, contemplations. (o)

And young men soar.

Yeah. I thought it was too normal to be this year's prank. For! Mexico. But that doesn't count as vacation. Some. I dunno. What's that?

My favorite Pokémon is Luvdisc. My second favorite is the Easter Island statue with the red nose. (o)

I knew there had to be a word for that toe. There's prolly some for the others too. At firstI though you were making 'em up, but I got the gist these are real. I already knew expropriate anyway. (o)

It's a chair. Wasn't that obvious? (o)