I'm not sure who you all are, but I was wondering if anyone who is going to be in the dealer's den would be willing to maybe help out a friend of mine. He's doing etching work for AC, but isn't sure if he'll get a spot in artist's alley to sell his stuff. Most of his stuff is already done prior to AC, and I'm trying to help him sell stuff on consignment if anyone would be willing to help him out. He'd be even willing to work out a commission rate too for helping him out.
Anyone who would be willing to help him out, please shoot me your email via comment, or just send me a comment for me to contact you. It would mean a LOT to both me and him.
Thanks! :)
(Note: If you are not in dealer's den, but know someone who is who might be willing to help out, please direct them to this entry. Thanks! )
A pirate I was meant to be! I was just mulling around with some videos, and I remembered this one scene from the game "Curse of Monkey Island" by LucasArts. For those of you who haven't played the game, this is a scene where the main character Guybrush Threepwood learns how to fence on the high seas as well as getting serenaded by his crew.
And yes...for those of you thought about it, Alan Young of DuckTales fame sings the part of Haggis McMutton (the Scottish pirate). ;)
Current Mood: dorky Current Music: A Pirate I Was Meant to Be - Michael Land
Xavier of the Undead As many of you know, xavier_fox has entered a game of life or death here on Pitt's campus. It's the zombies versus the humans. Each day, more humans fall to the zombies, defending themselves with Nerf guns and fun-noodles. As the odds seem stacked greater and greater against our hero, I have decided to allow you to vote on how long the poor fool will survive. Dare to make a wager?
Poll #951405Xavier versus the Zombies
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All
Which day will Xavier Fox Shandi fall to the zombies?
Thursday March 22 (The poor bastard, he didn't stand a chance) 0 (0.0%)
Friday March 23rd (It was a valiant fight, but futile in the end) 0 (0.0%)
Saturday March 24th (You should have seen the other guy...) 0 (0.0%)
Sunday March 25th (These are the stories that heroes are made of) 0 (0.0%)
Monday March 26th (As he fought off the horde, he heard a dreaded "click" of the empty chamber as the horde of zombies fell upon him) 1 (5.6%)
Tuesday March 27th (As the five dozen zombie scourge descended upon him, he reached for his fun-noodle of doom, only to realize that it was too late...) 2 (11.1%)
Wednesday, March 28th (4...itchy...tastey...) 2 (11.1%)
Thursday March 29th (Goldman had NOTHING on the horde of undead who took down the valiant fighter.) 0 (0.0%)
Friday, March 30th (In a mad dash to the sanctuary of the cathedral, the place of holy education, a hand reached up from beneath the earth and drug him to his doom) 1 (5.6%)
Saturday, March 31st (Backed in a corner, our hero stands, eyeing down the mass of undead moaning for his brains. With both swords drawn, he takes some down as the rest bring him to his doom) 0 (0.0%)
He LIVES!! (Behind this mask is a fox, and foxes do not die!!!) 12 (66.7%)
Current Location:Sanctuary Current Mood: devious Tags:undead
Good rant, Foamy, have an acorn. Normally, I don't feel the need to agree with ranters. (They seem to get enough support from everyone else.) But, after watching this latest tidbit on illwillpress.com, I just felt like I had to promote it, as it is actually a big pet peeve of my own (one of which I'm not always vocal about.)
As many people know, I'm adamantly AGAINST the habit. (When you see enough friends die or lose important organs due to cancer, it tends to do that to you. Also the fact that I usually end up smelling like crap whenever I'm around it and end up having to wash every single personal item that came in contact with the fumes usually pisses me off too.) I try to make a personal point of things to try to help people to quit, whether it is recommending them to hypnotherapists or helping them take their mind off of their fix. I think I've actually succeeded with one or two people thus far. It just bugs me when people give up the habit and go right back to it though for a fix.
Aunt Buhla Greatfodder Aunt Buhla was never one for great society. She grew up with her father as a single parent, after her mother had befallen a fatal illness upon eating wild escargo. She helped out on her father's silk farm which eventually became a pig farm after wild pigs stampeded and ate all the silk worms. She made it through St. Crucifixes Catholic High School, and graduated with her best friend Susan Feldstein. Sadly, she spent the next three years in a mental institution as doctor's tried to convince her that Susan was a figment of her imagination. Upon leaving the institution, she took up studies in mortuary science, in her aspirations to become a funeral director. She graduated third in her class and soon met up with her future husband Myron Smith at a Curling-Enthusiasts Backgammon Club. They were soon married, and she began to try to start up her own business while Myron continued his work as a hygiene facilitator for the animal cages at the local pharmaceuticals producer. After three failed attempts at opening her own funeral parlor, she took up a position as assistant corner for the county morgue. She spent the next several years at this position, where she developed a passion for collecting corpse bellybutton lint, and actually managed to develop quite a substantial selection. This eventually led to her undoing for when she was putting up her final collection piece of Mr. Archibald Fenphooter, the shelves upon which her glass test tubes were collapsed, knocking her off her ladder and impaling her with several hundred pounds of glass and rigor mortised lint. As her will requested, her body was taken to the local meat processing plant, where it was ground up and placed in tin canisters and donated to the local animal shelter to help those she felt were less fortunate than herself.
The new musical starring Rhinovirus Feinstein as Golde and Ebola Silverman as Tevye in the greatest theatrical performance of our day! This show will bring tears of both joy and sorrow as you become part of a family and society oppressed by an antibotic society. A timeless story that only viral bacteria can portray.
I'm not a serial killer! I'm a cereal killer! I bumped off Captain Crunch, Count Chocula, and Smacks all in the course of several weeks. First, I started by ripping them open, and then slowly eating their insides with milk over the course of several days. Then, I disposed of the skins by putting them in plastic bags and throwing them into the dumpster.
Sorry I know I've done a lot of wrong things. I don't know what they all are. I'm sorry to everyone that I've wronged, and if you are angry, you have every right to be.
So very wrong, and yet so right... In a conversation with scottydfoxy, we were talking about why the American economy way so bad and what could happen to make it right. My suggestion was to unlease a deadly disease that would kill off half the population of China, India, and all other other overpopulated third-world countries. Then, after contemplating the following capitalistic endeavor and a comment from Scotty, the following image got flung into my brain:
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