Now, having watched at least 16 hours of television a day for the last week(Olympics), I've seen this commercial at least a dozen times. It's a commercial which shows a single spot over a long period of time in fast forward, there is a gas station that is built and goes through several technological stages of development before finally being torn down for good, leaving a nice looking mountain valley, a futuristic car appears and the word "Volt" or something of that sense. Seconds later Honda claims a 2010 release on this car, a car that "Can go for up to 40 miles without using a drop of gas". Now, my question is, how realistic does anything actually think this will be? And if this car does what it says it does, what affect do you think it'll have?
I'm banned for 3 weeks and...while my name looks WONDERFUL in turquoise, IT'S NOT PINK ANYMORE. What injustice...=/ In the case that there's a rule against threads about the prem color change, Monkeys. This thread is about Monkeys. And their Monkey habits. Continue please.
Are Question time threads deleted, or saved somewhere? D:
Code Geass random crap thread.
Yeah title basically explains it. I'll download a video and the program won't open automatically like it usually does, I'll click ont eh desktop icon and it won't open, I'll go to the file location in my computer and I get the same "Lol no wai fuk u" response from it. No idea what the problem is, though my trend pc cillin or whatever that pre-installed virus protection was on this computer detected it's first virus yesterday(Good dog), and deleted some unknown part of some unknown program. With my luck it was some essential needed for WMV. Can anyone think what the problem might be? I'd rather not go through the trouble of uninstalling and re-installing, considering the program costs money normally.
Don't. It just causes problems. And Crack is wack.
Finalform Hate day. Everyone hate on Finalfor- ...oh he already declared it his appreciation day? ****.
When tranquil skies become raging storms And the bolts of lightning Make less of a ring In your ears, your fears They swallow you with a throat like hell A well that leads to nothing but the lowest bottom you can find And with walls so high you lose sight of the dead red sky And you know you're gonna drown When you're standing in the valley living It the way your dreams said you would But behind you looms the wall, you should Be afraid of, nothing but a cracked wall of delusion to keep the water back Oh it splinters and wanes and falls and the river behind It all comes to a crawl like a gasp of fresh air Just waiting for the last inch or hair To make the pressure too high and the wall falls down And the last thing you see is the dream green sky And you drown Nothing but silence left in this sea of deceit The lies you fed to yourself, oh so bittersweet, gone I know of a song It keeps running through my head, of the tunes so strong And the rhythm and the beat remind me of nothing but defeat Something about the drip drop of water into your heart As the rain falls down a voice sings to me That everything you love is gonna drown And no it's never going to stop they way I'm living now I expect to much and put forth too little I've gotta make it better, stronger, and to quote a song faster Be my own master Control my own future And in an instant I make a new wall of lies That "I can"
My name is Cin and I've been a member of this forum for over 2 and a half years. Just thought I'd stop in and say "hi".
I was talking with my father in the car a few days ago, listening to some Republican jibber jabber on the radio, and having a chat with him about some silly political thing, I mentioned discussing the same thing with others on the internet(lol this site), and he said that we teenagers shouldn't feel we need to discuss these things, and that we shouldn't concern ourselves with these topics because they have nothing to do with us. He also mentioned not questioning things like sexuality or the government, as that only leads down bad roads. I, personally, was pissed the **** off, but kept my mouth shut. My question to you is, do you think we should actually be spending so much time brooding over topics that we can't have anything to do with anyway? Such as the war or some law or the president? If so, why? Likewise, if you think we should be keeping our heads down and our eyes averted, why?
What a clearly interesting video, it must be since I posted it, I mean if I hadn't it may be a rick roll of some sort but since I was the one who posted this video you can tell it isn't. Like, just watch and see. I posted it. Not Rick Roll...cause I posted it. Click
Did u c wut I did thar?
Kinda funny really.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before—- On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never—nevermore.'" But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting— "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Alright, this has been bothering me for a long time. In your sig, Marluxia(The masked Unknown) seriously looks like he's shoving his hand into Saix's mouth. I just needed to tell you.
Cnc and sandwich and tea and beans and dip.
MAKE WRITING IN ALL CAPS A SUPER TREND ON KHV, JOIN THE TREND. JOIN IT. it
Wow, stayed up all night. Should I feel proud?
I dreamt that KHV never had any trends, and that every member was inventive and creative with each post they made, bringing intense and exotic points of view to the table, creating one of the greatest forums on the planet with nothing but putting thought into one's posts, asking ourselves, "Is this the best I can do?", "What impact will this have?", "Will this contribute to my community?" WEIRD HUH? O.O;
For the one other DCFC fan on this site, and I, too discuss this wonderful piece of music. When the wind picked up And the fire spread And the people, strangers left for dead. And the northern sky, like the end of day, The end of days. A wake up call to a rented room Sounded like an alarm of impending doom. To warn us it's only a matter of time. Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn We bought some wine and some papercups Near your daughter's school when we picked her up And drove to a cemetery on a hill On a hill. And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray And she laughed and danced through the field of graves There I knew it would be alright That everything would be alright, Would be alright Would be alright Would be alright. And the news reports on the radio Said it was getting worse Cause the ocean air fanned the flame. But I couldn't think of anywhere I would have rather been To watch it all burn away. To burn away. The firemen worked in double shifts, With prayers for rain on their lips And they knew it was only a matter of time. I personally find that the song itself seems almost apocalyptic and yet subtle enough in it's presentation to suggest that no part of it is literal, and in fact the whole song may be metaphorical as most of their songs are. Would you agree Trigger?
