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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. The leaves rustled gently as the wind cradled itself through the tree’s thick branches, flowing around the hot surface of the car below the tree, tickling the scolding hot surface of the car, moving through the tufts of fur behind the little yellow and white dog’s ears. The dog raised a sleepy eye towards its master, watching as the man leaned back lazily in his chair leasurely scribbling on a sketch pad desperately trying to capture the flight of a solitary green leaf on its way to the unyielding grass and dirt mixture below. The afternoon sun had settled nicely above the trees, filtering its rays like small light swords through the varying holes the tree created in the midst of its shade. As the ice melted in his lemonade glass, the cubes tinkled lightly against the cup almost harmonizing with the twitter of the little birds flying about, swooping high and low between the branches of the large tree. The air held its usual aroma of the city mixed in with the after-rain smells of spring. He set down his sketch pad next to the glass of lemonade, watching as the condensation droplets rolled down the side of the glass, and ran his fingers through his soft, short blond hair. He let out a deep sigh, his puppy raising his fluffy head to stare up at him, and pushed his arms and legs out in an elongated stretch of laziness. Settling back deeper into the plushy deck chair he chose specifically for these lazy afternoons, he interlaced his fingers placing them gently on his chest while closing his eyes feeling the warm sun radiating down onto his closed eyelids. His toes twitched in the mild breeze through his sandals, the water in his small round pool creating small waves under the breeze. If time had frozen at that precise moment, he’d be in heaven. Then, the phone rang. His afternoon shot, he sat in traffic in his small compact car dressed in the casual business suit he had picked up from an earlier trip to Singapore. He stared at his hair in the rearview mirror, watching as the crawl in front of him eased its way down the highway, and contemplated ditching everything to return to his mini-paradise at home. He focused on the “Wide Load” bumper sticker on the SUV ahead of him, and sank into the worlds within his mind. Idle forward, slowly step on the brake pedal, idle forward again, slowly step on the brake pedal, idle forward once more, mash the brake pedal, damned motorcycle. Watch as other drivers flip off the motorcyclist, but dissolve back into the world of within. He sat, slightly hunched over the steering wheel, his speakers pumping out cool beats from the University’s jazz radio station, watching the road markers come alive and dance across the lanes. Watching his fantasies of the markers jumping down and attacking the careless motorcyclists much to the roaring content of the other motorists. Loud, intermittent honks and cheering. Honk! Honk! HONK! He snapped back into reality. Traffic had picked up and the bitch in her own luxury SUV behind him had discovered how to use the horn. He gave a gingerly wave at the miserly old bitch, and gently accelerated his car up to speed with the traffic that had initially ditched him. His cell phone rang, but it was met with an increase in radio volume and a settling into the driver’s seat for the last twenty-minute leg of his tired journey. His proximity card wouldn’t unlock the doors. He stood in front of the office building on a Saturday afternoon staring at his proximity card and the authenticator box, the same breeze from earlier rustling his wrinkled Armani suit. He slid the cards in between the part in the glass doors, and swished them back and forth in an effort to activate the motion sensor above the door. Loud click. Success. As he stepped through the doors, the authenticator box happily beeped behind him, unlocking the doors yet again. He sighed and rolled his deep blue eyes and walked up to a bank of elevators. His cell phone began to ring again. He removed it from its belt holster and shoved it deep within his leather briefcase muffling any attempt to reach him. He wasn’t there. He didn’t want to be there. But, they needed him. They craved his knowledge. They were low on intelligence, and he was willing to share if they price was right. Saturday was not part of the price, however. The elevator sailed up the twenty-three floors efficiently and quietly. He stepped out into a sprawling silver and blue schemed lobby, his organization logo prominently displayed in the center of the room just behind the vacated receptionist’s desk. To the left of the desk, a set of blue frosted floor-to-ceiling glass doors called him. To the right, a vast silver brushed wall displaying certifications from the more important figures in the company along with various awards and statuettes. He despised the materialism of his bosses, but they paid him well to keep his imaginations flourishing. He despised the sweatshop fruits he wore; clothing forced upon him by the corporate big wigs. He swiped his proximity card over the authenticator box. Nothing. He sighed and swiped over the box again. Not a single confirmation or denial. He sighed and outstretched a hand to lean on the locked doors, but instead shifted his weight when the door mysteriously slid open. Unlocked? The conference room was deserted. The leather seats and polished glass table sat in order, with a single parchment sitting at the head chair. He set down his briefcase on the table, a soft clinging from the glass rattled through the table, and walked up to the parchment. After a quick perusal, he gathered up his briefcase and walked back towards the front doors. They took care of the issue, and tried to call him twice to let him know they were leaving. Drat. The purple evening sun dipped lazily into the horizon just beyond his pool. He sat clad in shorts and a t-shirt watching the orb set while sketching the vista in front of him. His little puppy ran busily back and forth across the yard chasing after a small red ball. His phone rang yet again, but muffled out as the water surrounded it on its way to the bottom of the pool. He closed his eyes, and drifted away to enjoy what was left of his weekend. (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-09-07 09:50 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Just because the Captain is hardly ever on...
Captain Jack Sparrow as Kakashi...(and, yes she knows the protector is upside-down): 
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| As a Linguistic major, it's sad but somewhat true. Back in the day (which isn't actually that long ago), I learned Al Bhed. And Klingon. And French. British English, Castillian Spanish, Latin American Spanish, Japanese, Chinese (Mandarin), Italian and German. I don't count 1337 as a language. The Al Bhed proficiency (much like German and Japanese) has disappeared though, since I have little or no one to practice with.
With my affinity towards languages, I was very surprised to see that someone else had taken to learning a fictional language founded on the basis of a linguistics person thingy. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-21-05 05:06 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| I'm spending $700 on him for repairs and crap, he better not be bitter. Damned car. I'm starting to like the rental...not. Damned Korean crap. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Well, it's not me. It's my personality to an extent, but it wasn't meant to be me. I kind of just recreated one of the sexy boys from work. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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Apparently, I as the resident Work Zabuza have made friends with the Work Kakashi...
The Gamer Copy Ninja I guess that makes me the Gamer Silent Killer Ninja... There are other pics in my journal. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-22-05 05:16 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| You spelled "doofus" incorrectly the first time. What was this about again? Oh yeah. Well, I just downloaded a few remixed old school videogame songs. And, I never want to hear the Spider-Man theme again. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| I wanna work on the Tony Hawk game...ee...new toys... | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| That would be one of my friends as Kakashi. Myself as Zabuza I believe in on page 6. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Even if it did, neither Salina nor I can detect a personality on it. It seems to be completely soulless. Must explain the crappy mileage. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Since I'm forbidden from just doing the normal thing I do and saying "Okay", I'll have to expand upon that one word and say, "I'm sorry that life sucks so much that you feel it deeply necessary to find attention from a bunch of people on a board in order to justify your actions in life. Obviously the insecurity you feel has to be amplified as a cry for attention by posting your sorrows to semi-strangers on a board. I hope life is better for you, but really I couldn't care less."
See, that's why it's always better for me just to say, "Okay." |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Didn't vote. You left out hiking boots/shoes. That's what I wear. I like the advantage of having all-terrain non-cumbersome shoes.
Wolverine DuraShocks® Slip Resistant Steel-Toe Electrical Hazard Trail Runner I guess it counts under rugged multi-purpose shoes. It gets me to where I need to be. Comfortable, and steel-toed. Helps for when people "accidently" drop things on your toe. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-23-05 05:24 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Initially, I was going to watch the movie for the purpose of many muscular shirtless men. Instead, I actually found it quite an entertaining remake. Yes, remake. It's not at most original.
It's sad that one of the characters dies, but I guess it was a much needed element to keep a dying story going in the second part of the movie. It wasn't too bad, and I would see it again...money permitting. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| **The earlier supplied cell phone starts to ring. Whomever was keeping it answers it.**
X3PH1R: "I see you've found the local supplier. Very nice. Give her my regards. Anyway, I still don't have an answer. With me or against?" |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Although, the basis of Al Bhed is more of a speakable code than a whole other language since it's just based on an encrypted version of the American English language, which in turn was just a translation from the original Japanese in which the game was first coded. It replaces letters in the English language with other letters in the "Al Bhed language" to create a simple alphabet code that is meant to be pronounced using English syntax and semantics.
The above translated so everyone can understand: It's not a language, but a code. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| And by essentially posting how to keep hackers away, you've enabled them to find a way to get around things. Bravo! | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Training is nothing. Try two weeks for the Government, five days for Disneyland, two weeks for Tower Records, and one day plus a devirginizing project for Activision.
But, I do want to experience the harsh reality that work is work and not meant to be fun. Tis always fun to feed off your little shattered dreams. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| Unless you want a nice melted pile of computer (IT'S SPELLED WITH AN "E" NOT A FREAKIN "O"...C-O-M-P-U-T-E-R!!), you probably shouldn't build one out of legos. Buy a case, and build/glue legos to the case...maybe, completely out of legos...not the best bet. Especially with the heat and cooling demands of computers.
Buy a case. They're actually quite cheap if you don't care about frills and other little unnecessary accessories. You can usually get a decent one for about $50 or less. P.S., it's computer. Computer. Spell it with me, C O M P U T E R. It's an E, pronounced like an O, but isn't an O. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 722 days Last activity: 722 days |
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| An epiphany (you know that thing you use to connect to this board...the internet? It also has resources like dictionary.com that can help you get definitions and find information about stuff. Like the def for the word epiphany, even though I'm going to tell you anyway) is a sudden realization of the true purpose or meaning of something. Kind of like suddenly, for example, discovering what your purpose in life is. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-24-05 04:41 PM) |
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