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    C H I R P

    By Bitter Cold,

    Been listening a bit to the Chicago Independent Radio Project.
     
    On an unrelated note.. Here's how your occupations compare with your values:
     
    Singer has 5 out of 9 of your values
     
    Animator has 5 out of 9 of your values
     
    Musician has 5 out of 9 of your values
     
    Artist has 6 out of 9 of your values
     
    Toy designer has 6 out of 9 of your values
     
    however bear in mind that two of them were "2 or less years training" and "A good salary I can depend on, maybe not the highest" soo yeah
     
    but what if I did them all at once? or at least, like, more than one
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    Caesar Says

    By Bitter Cold,

    Cowards die many times before their deaths;
    The valiant never taste of death but once.
    Of all the wonders that I have yet heard,
    It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
    Seeing that death, a necessary end,
    Will come when it will come.
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    Christmas Spirit

    By Bitter Cold,

    So.
     
    Christmas music is playing incessantly over my radio. Has been since October.
     
    Walmart's trying to sell you decorations and giftwrap.
     
    Everything you see is labeled "Makes a great gift!"
     
    But what do you always hear that Christmas is about? No, not merchandising. Not lights.
     
    Kindness.
     
    What's the stereotypical kind act? Donating to charity, right? That sounds like a great thing to do in the Christmas spirit.
     
    I'm not saying you should donate to charities instead of buying gifts. Because that would seem like you don't care about your loved ones.
     
    The thing to do is, let your family know that you don't need lots of gifts to give you Christmas spirit. Tell them that, instead of buying you things, they can give things to someone who needs it more.
     
    If you're reading this, think about how lucky you are. You're on BZP. That means you have a computer, and you have BIONICLE sets. You have so much, and how would you feel if you never had any of that?
     
    Something to think about.
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    Clannad

    By Bitter Cold,

    Couple of my friends convinced me to watch it; took forever to get the comp to work well enough.
     
    Just got through ep 2, good stuff.
     
    The little blond guy is funny. XD
     
    But what's up with the ending credits? It's kind of like weird and stuff...
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    Click For Lolz

    By Bitter Cold,

    This is my short story, translated from English to Spanish, and then back to English. I suggest you read the original first.
     
    Trogdor was a man. I mean, he was a man of the dragoon. Or it was perhaps as soon as a dragoon. But it continued being Trogdor: a beast of the legend, living in a cave in the side of the great mountain that eclipsed the city of Agrundion. But history that I am on the verge of relating again is not on a dragoon. This history is on a man, called man Pancho. Pancho was the leader of the Knomes, binds of the trained and honorable soldiers who defended Agrundion of the danger. Pancho was not scared any thing, according to the Knomes, with the exception of Trogdor. Trogdor stuck fear in the armor of each Knome. Trogdor was said to burn Knomes to the death at a moment, and to eat whole multitudes of ewes, the herds of the cattle. Pancho did not ask the contradictory deficiency of rest and decimated characteristics. Pancho was a defender, forensic nonscientist.
     
    “I say! What beautiful day is! Not a cloud in the sky,” less cried out against a an experienced soldier of Knome - or as Knomes called the high-aligned them, Knoobs - to Pancho. “Surely there is something to do when we are not fighting to intruders” “It maintains its awares been on,” it murmured Kajid, “and they do not call to me Surely.” Pancho behind went to pretend him explored the horizon whereas he dreamed wide-awake on his fiance'.
     
    It had been going to the market that morning to buy some seeds. It always kept a garden in the roof from her home where she could secure light of the sun. Many girls would not make something similar, determined Pancho. He had known as of the day that found he it that it was special. Some days she - the thoughts of Pancho were interrupted. “it will not be a single drop of rain There today, there? It never trusted a those prophets. It would even go as soon as to say that this one is the day more sunned I have never seen! There will be no rain today” the Knoob threw in spurt. Pancho sighed, “stranger things has happened.” He watched the Knoob. The Knoob watched he behind. It sparkled. Until the reached rag Knoob its nose. A collapse that roared of the sound made the Knoob push itself in the eye, and scared Pancho outside its chair. The birds undertook of their trees.
     
    If Pancho had been in the Eastern end of the wall of the city, he can be that he has seen the spark of the heat lightning that flashed near the region of the market of Agrundion. But it was not. Using the Knoob like aid, it rose. “I am going to discover which were that. He remains here,” he ordered, and fixed dull to the direction of the noise. A brief period of time it advanced more, worked in a messenger. The messenger gave a note him and disappeared. Without the consideration of the lack of logic of such panorama, Pancho unrolled the note, that read like this:
     
    “They have burned the woman whom they contract to him mysterious a potato to the English. Shipment my condolencias - Brusque of the king”
     
    Pancho congealed. He read the note again. He read the note once again. He read another hour. Its blood melted. It paused briefly to observe that he had been congealed. Their eyes burned with the angry fire, its fists tightened, and their whistled nose. Its soul shook with rage and it breathed a name: “Trogdor.” It called his corcel, stingy his sword, and thought about a thing and a thing only.
     
    He needed a little water ice.
     
    It mounted to the nearest bar, he assaulted inside, and he requested a high glass any cold thing. It filled his bottle of the water route. He thanked for the waiter and he went in an ardent rage to take revenge in the monster that killed its love.
     
    Whereas it mounted upon the mountain, Pancho wet his armor with water to oppose the fire of the dragoon, and rage fed his mind to oppose his fear. It stained an enormous fire in the mountain and knew that it had found the guarida one of the beast. It stopped and disassembled his horse, tying it to a socarrada rock. He walked laboriously upon the hill burned, spilling the rest of his water on whereas he walked. It entered the cave.
     
    The enormous lizard gave return to watch it. The “greetings,” resounded. “It does not tease to me, revolting creature” Shouted Pancho. “Killer You and destroy, and you dare to try to me like equal” He watched it to Trogdor rare, winding hers for above stirred up the position and revealing the giant flaky circumference that had congealed the hearts of the bravest soldiers as an older person. The honest rage of Pancho was the unique thing that maintained that cave to it.
     
    The walls of the cave vibrated like the indicated dragoon, “I do not have no idea what you are speaking.” In fact, the great lizard would have probably evacuated a stalactite that provides its alibi, but Pancho saw east traverse trick. Pancho flew in the dragoon with his sword. The immense claw of the ready dragoon tried to turn aside the blowing powerful. The claw of Trogdor agreed with the lamina, sending the one that bounced of the wall and that landed in a corner. Pancho jumped after her, moments before the dragoon belch the fire. Pancho used his protector to avoid injury, and reclaimed his lamina. The dragoon, being immense enormous, was already quite near to grasp it from the Earth, and at a moment, Pancho he was hanging, watching in the pig-bladder-classified eye of Trogdor the dragoon.
     
    “I Listens,” said Trogdor. “Nonkiller to people.”
     
    Pancho watched his eye with cold fury fixedly.
     
    Trogdor made suddenly pivot its head alongside and belch a wall of the flame. It cleared his throat. “You must as soon as to leave,” he said me, “leaves here - "
     
    “What? In order to kill more innocent people? You killed my love, you monster! The crimes have taste that do not go unpunished” Pancho interrupted. Pancho threw of his free arm and stabbed Trogdor in the eye. He fell it to the dragoon in the floor of the cave. Pancho worked in the heart of Trogdor, determined to destroy the evil thing. He shouted whereas he perforated the flaky armor with his sword. It was a little while or two before the giant head of Trogdor the dragoon fell again next to Pancho, sending it to the floor. He jumped again on his feet to find that the bursts warm up of the breathing of the dragoon had stopped.
     
    The force of Pancho descoloró. He lost the squeeze in his sword and encountered towards the opening of the cave. It was too much tired to feel whereas taken revenge as he thought he. He only thought about his love, and how he would see never it again. He sobbed, and his rasgones became cloudy their vision. Its foot took hardly in something. It fell. It kept as soon as the sense whereas he watched down at the line through floor that he knelt down ignition. It was placed and cleaned the eyes. When its vision cleared, it never saw a thing he, for a second, hoped to see in that cave.
     
    The rage of had blinded it to Pancho: Trogdor had been chained to this cave by hundreds years. It demolished his despicable sword and broke the chains of the dragoon.
     
    Pancho now watched bitterly the friendly creature who had tried to make the peace, absolutely. “I must not have jumped to the conclusions. The revenge cannot change the past. I must have loved neighboring, and to have thought about the sensations of others,” he said, of a melancholic, crestfallen way, and he raised on his horse and mounted far in the putting of the sun.
     
    ...
     
    End.
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    Click This Now

    By Bitter Cold,

    So, three things off the top of my head:
     
    1) I want to join the TTGL namechange fad. Can someone do me an av-banner combo for Simon? =D
    2) The next Bionicle.com video update has a screenshot of the island of Mata Nui still intact. MYSTERIOUS.
    3) Click my siglinks please?
     
    Oh yeah, and everybody applaud Wrack for remembering the fifth of November. I almost missed it. =)
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    Clone Wars

    By Bitter Cold,

    Padme looks like Lara Croft. Huh?
     
    I like how all the characters get a turn in the show. =P
     
    Kit Fisto was awesome.
     
    Irish lemur men, as well. How can you hate something with Irish lemur men?
     
    The DS title looks pretty neat, too, but maybe not. Dunno.
     
    Oh yeah, and Aayla Secura is hawt.
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    The Club Against Useless Plastic (CAUP):
     
    If you hate (or even mildly dislike) spending extra money on a set because of its clunky, useless container, this club's for you.
     
    If you would like sets to come in cardboard boxes (or something cheaper), or if you want the containers to be LEGO-compatible (i.e., you can build with them), then let it be known by joining the CAUP.
     
    Members will appear in a magic block to the left.
     
    Also anyone with the time to make sigs would be much appreciated. =)
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    Come By Nur

    By Bitter Cold,

    Ok, that was stupid.
     
    But I've been noticing some random axles in the new Glatorian sets. Which I don't have, so I'm just going by pictures I've seen.
     
    See BIONICLE.com for more complex multi-figure gameplay instructions..? =D
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    Congrats

    By Bitter Cold,

    Congrats to Bunda on winning that contest thing. =D
     
    Remember, every member you've ever seen is going to ask you to put up pictures of your prize. And then some more members you've never seen. And many you'll never see again.
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    Creative Block

    By Bitter Cold,

    Actually, my creativity is being blocked.
     
    I have videos on "the site that must not be named," and I can't figure out how to play them through Google Video.
     
    Anybody?
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