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Zenith Nadir
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That was aweful, i am a huge superman freak, i will have a hard time ever looking at my beloved superhero the same again. I cant, and wont force myself to believe that superman is gay. Batman , or spiderman I could believe that they are gay though... maybe they ment to have spiderman in there, but he is such a lame-o, they forgot his name, and remembered Supermans name because he is very unforgetable!!!! Thats the way that I am going to look at that whole story.
he looked upon the world and saw it was still depraved 
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Agent Siegel, Detainee
When we approached 23rd street, my assigned station, I excitedly, but calmly depantsed and started toward the front of the train. Behind me I heard a woman say, “There’s another one!” In my target train, I stood for one stop and then grabbed an open seat, took off my headphones to try and hear any of the reactions from people around us. The woman sitting next to me after a bit finally asked, “I’m sorry, is this some sort of a thing or something?” “No,” I replied, “I just got kicked out of the apartment by my girlfriend and I didn’t have time to get pants.” After a moment she said, “I suppose everyone else got kicked out of the apartment too.” “Are you saying my girlfriend is sleeping with all these people?” I asked, at which point we sat in silence until 59th street.
When the train was stopped, I heard the pants sellers coming through, it seemed a waste to buy pants so soon after depantsing, and I decided I wasn’t going to buy any at that time. As the sellers came in front of me, the woman next to me looked at them and at me, expecting me to purchase a pair, “Gross, I’m not buying pants from the subway” I said. As the train just sat there I got frustrated as any subway rider would, and when they announced the train was out of service, I stood up, and calmly walked onto the platform. Moments after I saw the police swarming around Agent Todd and all the photographers, as a huge crowd of on-lookers and participants flocked over, I tried to remain unobtrusive to the side. It was then that I saw the police coming through the crowd, and as Officer Bowser passed me one of the audience members pointed out Agent Barrison and myself as pantsless individuals, he immediately grabbed us both and took us off to the side against a wall.
I asked why we were taken and he refused to answer; he asked for my ID, which I handed over and went back to reading my book. At this point the photographers were all standing directing right in front of Agent Barrison and me relentlessly snapping photos. As the delay started taking longer and longer, I tried speaking to the cops, by now Officer Bowser was joined by Officer Panton, whose highly appropriate name I attempted to point out but he would have none of it. More and more of the crowd were standing around watching us, and I started to whistle the Star-Spangled Banner and soon the audience was getting rowdier and the police freaked out, calling in backup and deciding to take us out of the station and away from the developing circus. More standing around ensued as 25 cops came into the station, mostly standing around as only two officers began issuing summonses; then the officer in charge decided that we were going to be arrested and so they whipped out the handcuffs and started to take us away.
I was the only one of the detained still without pants because I had thought we would be done quickly and so I didn’t bother about getting mine back, then the handcuffs were out and it became too late. We piled into the police van and started driving away, a block later, we stopped in the middle of the road as the other van had stopped so that Officer Bowser could get his takeout Chinese food. The cops in our van went BALLISTIC, all worried about the press coverage and being in the Daily News the next day, “Cop stops for takeout with Perps in Car.” We drove all the way down to Union Square, got out, still handcuffed and went into the police station inside the subway. We were taken to a holding cell, the five male agents and after being patted down, having our dangerous items, such as cigarettes, shoelaces, iPods taken away, we sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing happened for about 45 minutes to an hour, and we had been told we were going to central booking which was a less than exciting possibility, it being Sunday and me still wearing no pants, we knew it would take hours and hours. Eventually our arresting officers, Bowser, Panton and Malchy came back, handcuffed us once more and took us to the front of the station. They issued us our summons tickets and then uncuffed us and told us we could leave. As they escorted us out of the subway station, I asked if I could take the subway home, “NO!” Officer Bowser said, but beside me Officer Malchy whispered, “Yeah, its fine, just don’t come in this entrance, we don’t really care.” After being escorted out, and saying farewell to my fellow detainee agents, I went back into the Union Square station, took the 5 train home without incident, or anyone even really giving me a strange look. So after all that, I was able to go home and do the same thing I had done to get me into trouble in the first place. Now, I have sent in my summons and look forward to my court date and getting the charges dismissed. Excellent No Pants mission!
When we approached 23rd street, my assigned station, I excitedly, but calmly depantsed and started toward the front of the train. Behind me I heard a woman say, “There’s another one!” In my target train, I stood for one stop and then grabbed an open seat, took off my headphones to try and hear any of the reactions from people around us. The woman sitting next to me after a bit finally asked, “I’m sorry, is this some sort of a thing or something?” “No,” I replied, “I just got kicked out of the apartment by my girlfriend and I didn’t have time to get pants.” After a moment she said, “I suppose everyone else got kicked out of the apartment too.” “Are you saying my girlfriend is sleeping with all these people?” I asked, at which point we sat in silence until 59th street.
When the train was stopped, I heard the pants sellers coming through, it seemed a waste to buy pants so soon after depantsing, and I decided I wasn’t going to buy any at that time. As the sellers came in front of me, the woman next to me looked at them and at me, expecting me to purchase a pair, “Gross, I’m not buying pants from the subway” I said. As the train just sat there I got frustrated as any subway rider would, and when they announced the train was out of service, I stood up, and calmly walked onto the platform. Moments after I saw the police swarming around Agent Todd and all the photographers, as a huge crowd of on-lookers and participants flocked over, I tried to remain unobtrusive to the side. It was then that I saw the police coming through the crowd, and as Officer Bowser passed me one of the audience members pointed out Agent Barrison and myself as pantsless individuals, he immediately grabbed us both and took us off to the side against a wall.
I asked why we were taken and he refused to answer; he asked for my ID, which I handed over and went back to reading my book. At this point the photographers were all standing directing right in front of Agent Barrison and me relentlessly snapping photos. As the delay started taking longer and longer, I tried speaking to the cops, by now Officer Bowser was joined by Officer Panton, whose highly appropriate name I attempted to point out but he would have none of it. More and more of the crowd were standing around watching us, and I started to whistle the Star-Spangled Banner and soon the audience was getting rowdier and the police freaked out, calling in backup and deciding to take us out of the station and away from the developing circus. More standing around ensued as 25 cops came into the station, mostly standing around as only two officers began issuing summonses; then the officer in charge decided that we were going to be arrested and so they whipped out the handcuffs and started to take us away.
I was the only one of the detained still without pants because I had thought we would be done quickly and so I didn’t bother about getting mine back, then the handcuffs were out and it became too late. We piled into the police van and started driving away, a block later, we stopped in the middle of the road as the other van had stopped so that Officer Bowser could get his takeout Chinese food. The cops in our van went BALLISTIC, all worried about the press coverage and being in the Daily News the next day, “Cop stops for takeout with Perps in Car.” We drove all the way down to Union Square, got out, still handcuffed and went into the police station inside the subway. We were taken to a holding cell, the five male agents and after being patted down, having our dangerous items, such as cigarettes, shoelaces, iPods taken away, we sat down and waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing happened for about 45 minutes to an hour, and we had been told we were going to central booking which was a less than exciting possibility, it being Sunday and me still wearing no pants, we knew it would take hours and hours. Eventually our arresting officers, Bowser, Panton and Malchy came back, handcuffed us once more and took us to the front of the station. They issued us our summons tickets and then uncuffed us and told us we could leave. As they escorted us out of the subway station, I asked if I could take the subway home, “NO!” Officer Bowser said, but beside me Officer Malchy whispered, “Yeah, its fine, just don’t come in this entrance, we don’t really care.” After being escorted out, and saying farewell to my fellow detainee agents, I went back into the Union Square station, took the 5 train home without incident, or anyone even really giving me a strange look. So after all that, I was able to go home and do the same thing I had done to get me into trouble in the first place. Now, I have sent in my summons and look forward to my court date and getting the charges dismissed. Excellent No Pants mission!
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Towers of Index: were chip and dale actually strippers, or what?
Towers of Index: detectives?
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: detectives, yes
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: some - times
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: some - things
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: go creepin' through the night!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: and these - two
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: gum - shoes
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: know how to FIGHT!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: THERE'S NO MAN TOO SMALL
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: NO THING TOO BIG
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: IF YOU NEED BLOODSHED CALL
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CHCHCHCHIP N DALE!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: RESCUE RANGERS!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CHCHCHCHIP N DALE! THEY'RE NO STRANGERS!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: IF YOU ARE EEEEEEVER IN A BIND JUST CALL THESE DUDES WHO ARE LOOKIN' FOR A FIGHT
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CH CHCHJ CHCHCHIP N DAAAAAALE! RESCUE RANGERS!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CHCHCHCHCIP N DANLE! THEY'LL KILL YA!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: then it does an inwards circular wipe
Towers of Index: i was trying to eat my drumstick while i read that, but i was laughing too much
Towers of Index: detectives?
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: detectives, yes
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: some - times
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: some - things
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: go creepin' through the night!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: and these - two
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: gum - shoes
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: know how to FIGHT!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: THERE'S NO MAN TOO SMALL
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: NO THING TOO BIG
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: IF YOU NEED BLOODSHED CALL
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CHCHCHCHIP N DALE!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: RESCUE RANGERS!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CHCHCHCHIP N DALE! THEY'RE NO STRANGERS!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: IF YOU ARE EEEEEEVER IN A BIND JUST CALL THESE DUDES WHO ARE LOOKIN' FOR A FIGHT
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CH CHCHJ CHCHCHIP N DAAAAAALE! RESCUE RANGERS!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: CHCHCHCHCIP N DANLE! THEY'LL KILL YA!
HLRLHGRLHGLHRHLG: then it does an inwards circular wipe
Towers of Index: i was trying to eat my drumstick while i read that, but i was laughing too much
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Zenith Nadir
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Level 26 "CHCHCHIPS": Dear Chip, I stutter with excitement when I think of the 70 chips I left in this area! You'll no doubt run across, or be run over by, my pet paramecium. He's been all alone in the lab for too long. You'll have to move fast to snatch the last chip away from him. I expect you might be trampled a few times, but believe me, Chip, it can be done! Apologetically, Melinda
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The English East Midlands City of Leicester has never been known as a place of excitement or danger. Yet, in 1997 the city, often thought of as a little dull - mundane perhaps - gave birth to an extreme sport that combines the dangerous and exciting with the dull and mundane: extreme ironing!
In years to come Leicester, famous for its fried chips topped with Red Leicester cheese, passionate football fans (the blue army) and nasal accent, will become better known for extreme ironing.
When mild mannered Phil returned home after a long day in the knitwear factory, the last thing he wanted to do was start on a pile of ironing. The sun was shining and Phil preferred the idea of an evening out pursuing his (somewhat unsuccessful) hobby of rock climbing. Then it occurred to him to combine these activities into an extreme sport - the result: extreme ironing.
Before long Phil recruited his housemate Paul and the pair took on the pseudonyms Steam and Spray, to avoid the ridicule of their peers. First practising moves in their pokey back garden, the pair went on to recruit further members and take extreme ironing as far afield as Wales and the Lake District in England. By 1998, the mood was right for a more mainstream recognition of the sport and extreme ironing moved from an underground (almost mystical)organisation and proclaimed itself as the ruling body of the now semi-official sport, known as the Extreme Ironing Bureau (EIB).
However take-up of extreme ironing was slow and founding member Spray found himself 'experimenting' with other extreme activities, most notably extreme hair styling and the pair went their separate ways.
In mid June 1999, Steam embarked on a worldwide recruitment campaign. Armed with a training iron, Steam toured America, Fiji, New Zealand, Australia and Southern Africa. A chance meeting in New Zealand with a party of thrill seeking Germans, led to the next stage of EIB's development - Extreme Ironing International.
In 2000 a team of enthusiastic Germans took extreme ironing back to Germany and set up a sister office. This led to the development of Eso Ironing, a branch of EI that combines ironing with the principles of meditation, and a German extreme ironing research centre, exploring the physics of the sport.
Back in the UK, extreme ironing has reached a new audience, and with a hardcore group of extreme ironists led by Steam and Starch, the sport is set to expand exponentially. These members intend to continue to evangelise the benefits of extreme ironing and bring new opportunities to the sport including extreme ironing - apres ski and competitive extreme ironing.
In 2002 the German Extreme Ironing Section organised the highly successful World Championships in the village of Valley near Munich with German ironist, Hot Pants, winning the individual event and a British team winning the team event. The World Championships have lit the touch paper for the worldwide expansion of extreme ironing, with a number of other nations including Austria, Croatia, Chile and Australia demonstrating a flair for the sport. This has led to demand for a second event, rumoured to take place in England, and a second opportunity to take ironing to the edge on the world stage.
In years to come Leicester, famous for its fried chips topped with Red Leicester cheese, passionate football fans (the blue army) and nasal accent, will become better known for extreme ironing.
When mild mannered Phil returned home after a long day in the knitwear factory, the last thing he wanted to do was start on a pile of ironing. The sun was shining and Phil preferred the idea of an evening out pursuing his (somewhat unsuccessful) hobby of rock climbing. Then it occurred to him to combine these activities into an extreme sport - the result: extreme ironing.
Before long Phil recruited his housemate Paul and the pair took on the pseudonyms Steam and Spray, to avoid the ridicule of their peers. First practising moves in their pokey back garden, the pair went on to recruit further members and take extreme ironing as far afield as Wales and the Lake District in England. By 1998, the mood was right for a more mainstream recognition of the sport and extreme ironing moved from an underground (almost mystical)organisation and proclaimed itself as the ruling body of the now semi-official sport, known as the Extreme Ironing Bureau (EIB).
However take-up of extreme ironing was slow and founding member Spray found himself 'experimenting' with other extreme activities, most notably extreme hair styling and the pair went their separate ways.
In mid June 1999, Steam embarked on a worldwide recruitment campaign. Armed with a training iron, Steam toured America, Fiji, New Zealand, Australia and Southern Africa. A chance meeting in New Zealand with a party of thrill seeking Germans, led to the next stage of EIB's development - Extreme Ironing International.
In 2000 a team of enthusiastic Germans took extreme ironing back to Germany and set up a sister office. This led to the development of Eso Ironing, a branch of EI that combines ironing with the principles of meditation, and a German extreme ironing research centre, exploring the physics of the sport.
Back in the UK, extreme ironing has reached a new audience, and with a hardcore group of extreme ironists led by Steam and Starch, the sport is set to expand exponentially. These members intend to continue to evangelise the benefits of extreme ironing and bring new opportunities to the sport including extreme ironing - apres ski and competitive extreme ironing.
In 2002 the German Extreme Ironing Section organised the highly successful World Championships in the village of Valley near Munich with German ironist, Hot Pants, winning the individual event and a British team winning the team event. The World Championships have lit the touch paper for the worldwide expansion of extreme ironing, with a number of other nations including Austria, Croatia, Chile and Australia demonstrating a flair for the sport. This has led to demand for a second event, rumoured to take place in England, and a second opportunity to take ironing to the edge on the world stage.
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Geometric Solid: i just realized something
Geometric Solid: when chip dies, and he starts the level over, it's a clone
Geometric Solid: melinda's the one running this sick little game, after all, and we know she has clone machines
Geometric Solid: they clone blocks, they clone monsters......
Geometric Solid: and they clone chip himself
Geometric Solid: in some of my levels, you even see other clones of chip
Geometric Solid: some of them burned to a crisp, others just standing there statuelike.......
Geometric Solid: chip himself has no idea that he's a clone, i assume
lem chaney jr: hmm
Geometric Solid: he just wakes up at the start of the level, over and over again
Geometric Solid: i guess that means when a clone finishes a level, it gets knocked out and used as the template for additional clones
Geometric Solid: and when one of those clones succeeds in next level, the original is destroyed
Geometric Solid: the one part that doesn't quite fit into this model is that when you spend long enough on a level, and die enough times, melinda asks if you'd like to move on to the next one, since you're having trouble
Geometric Solid: but who is she asking?
Geometric Solid: that session's clone is already dead
Geometric Solid: so she's either asking the template, or the next clone made from it, neither of whom have played the level yet
Geometric Solid: and thus wouldn't know what she means
asgromo: melinda is pretty terrifying
Geometric Solid: you might say "just because it can clone monsters doesn't mean it can clone a person, with all their memories"
Geometric Solid: i mean, the teeth monsters are the most intelligent ones, and they're too dumb even to go around walls
Geometric Solid: but!
Geometric Solid: melinda also has teleporters
Geometric Solid: and i think it's reasonable to assume the clone machines and teleporters work on the same principle, of recording matter and reproducing it
Geometric Solid: in which case it should be no problem to copy chip exactly
Geometric Solid: my current theory is that in addition to the template, which stays knocked out, there's an ancillary chip made for each level, who melinda allows to watch with her from the control room, and that this is who she asks about skipping the level
Geometric Solid: when chip dies, and he starts the level over, it's a clone
Geometric Solid: melinda's the one running this sick little game, after all, and we know she has clone machines
Geometric Solid: they clone blocks, they clone monsters......
Geometric Solid: and they clone chip himself
Geometric Solid: in some of my levels, you even see other clones of chip
Geometric Solid: some of them burned to a crisp, others just standing there statuelike.......
Geometric Solid: chip himself has no idea that he's a clone, i assume
lem chaney jr: hmm
Geometric Solid: he just wakes up at the start of the level, over and over again
Geometric Solid: i guess that means when a clone finishes a level, it gets knocked out and used as the template for additional clones
Geometric Solid: and when one of those clones succeeds in next level, the original is destroyed
Geometric Solid: the one part that doesn't quite fit into this model is that when you spend long enough on a level, and die enough times, melinda asks if you'd like to move on to the next one, since you're having trouble
Geometric Solid: but who is she asking?
Geometric Solid: that session's clone is already dead
Geometric Solid: so she's either asking the template, or the next clone made from it, neither of whom have played the level yet
Geometric Solid: and thus wouldn't know what she means
asgromo: melinda is pretty terrifying
Geometric Solid: you might say "just because it can clone monsters doesn't mean it can clone a person, with all their memories"
Geometric Solid: i mean, the teeth monsters are the most intelligent ones, and they're too dumb even to go around walls
Geometric Solid: but!
Geometric Solid: melinda also has teleporters
Geometric Solid: and i think it's reasonable to assume the clone machines and teleporters work on the same principle, of recording matter and reproducing it
Geometric Solid: in which case it should be no problem to copy chip exactly
Geometric Solid: my current theory is that in addition to the template, which stays knocked out, there's an ancillary chip made for each level, who melinda allows to watch with her from the control room, and that this is who she asks about skipping the level
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all the people that said they were my friends got together and decided that i am an annoying bastard and they hate me. at lunch one day at school this guy just said we'er going to have a vote. They voted me out of the group on the grounds that all i do is interupt thier conversations with shit that no one cares about, and that i think know everything but i don't i really know nothing and that i'm just a plain out bitch.
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OH GOD THE HORROR. THE HORROR!!
Some teachers have expressed concern regarding the participation of young children (second graders and up) in the tagging project. As it turns out, tagging can actually be easier with the aid of very small finger tips! Some adults and teachers found that if they held the butterfly, the children were actually more adept at applying the tags than they were and we've even had reports of 4 year olds helping by learning how to identify the "boy and girl" butterflies.
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The other choice to choose is Barak Obama. For one, Barak? What kind of name is this? Looks like Break, like, this guy is going to Break America, only way to break America worse than he are going to is to elect a woman, or a black. For second, Obama? That's too close to Osama for any American should be liking. Plus, look at him brown skin. He is a terrorist! He must be hidings him towels in him pocket or something similar.