SLIGE! When will the next update be available? You havn't touched www.doomworld.com/slige in over a year! Please get to it ASAP

-Fellow SLIGE user

I am posting this message to ask you all, players of chess, a question. As an opening for a game of chess, given that you are white, are you allowed to open with both B2 and G2 at the same time. Pls reply to my email address AbyanOwen@hotmail.com.

Pls help me. Thank you.

"while having really no symptoms that could be called at all serious,"

Well, I'm glad someone gets it. One of my pet peeves is people who say, "They can do X, but they can't cure the common cold." Well, I'm SOOOO sorry if scientists are spending so much time working on AIDS and cancer that they don't devote as much effort to the common cold.

Thus endeth the rant.

(Hope your cold doesn't last too long, Dave.)

The Codex denies me sleep.

I'm interested in what people do and why they do it. In how people communicate, and how they fail to. I'm interested in how phenomena that look like life can arise in substrates that we wouldn't normally consider living. In how art helps us make sense of life, and in what "make sense of life" could possibly mean. You interested in any of that stuff?


Yes...yes I am. I read that far down on your page. so you're not the only one. It is always a comfort to find similar human beings in this vast world. Wouldn't you say?
i like the understatement of lower case letters too
have a poem
chinthliss@hotmail.com

Happy fool
Eyes closed
Dancing blindly through the confetti of life
The sun shining brightly
Constant
 Day and night
Night and Day
Spilling gold at their feet
Their world but a mere playground
Supporting their every cartwheel
Without complaint
Music ringing in their ears
 A joyous melody so loud
 So loud
 The warnings of the countermelodies
 Left abandoned
 Only to bring forth
An unappreciated current
One by one
They fall
Suffocating
 Slowly
Don't try to fight it now
 You lose
 I am the sun
I am the earth
 I am
Take the gold
I give you
 In your foolishness
 Cry for more
My warnings go unheeded
 Suffocate in my gold!
Forget my beauty!
I can easily go on forgetting yours
 Dead fools
Are you still fools?
What have you
 Been left to see?
 I have no one
Nothing
 I hate you
 But I yearn for your foolish happiness
 Every last one
That kept my skies blue
 I suffocate in my own gold that kept my melodies ringing
And feel myself crumble
 Crumble

Still you are here. But Victoria Sinclair not here. Still smelling funny. What do you care of it? This is not of me. Balance.

Noffis. Noffis noffis noffis.

Is it an IQ test, having to view the source of your page to read what you think about Wolfram? (which is my snarky way of saying that your link is wonky)

Thanks, David for your kind mention of Mat Twassel's Calendar.atEROS. We hope to be providing a daily erotic moment to our readers for some time to come. :)
-- Joyce Melton