See you on the other side.

Kilroy was here?

;-)

That's all, folks!

Rosebud

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!"

(FEEDBACK GONE WITH THE WIND)

Well, it really should be one of those Harry Lime classics, with the big font I just learned how to do

and lots of scatology and some tough questions that no one dares answer and

some tellin-it-like-it-is even-tho-it-hurts good advice and a little humor thrown in for good measure.

With a picture.

But it will probably either be me or Martin, since we seem to be the most committed (or the ones who ought to be committed :).

Unless Thomas or Haney actually pulls the plug and posts right before that, just to be the one.

Hey I wonder if on Sept 6 we will have an all night vigil post-fest.

I just hope that it's not a proposition that it ends on.

You mean using a preposition to end with?

this is the way the o/net ends

this is the way the o/net ends

this is the way the o/net ends

not with a bank, but a flickr

Don't let the door hit you in the a$$ on the way out!!!

Is a$$ a new unit of currency?

And where is the door to this place, anyway?

I'm preposing to not let a proposition end with.

In some of our cases, the a$$ is not a microcurrency.

CM,

You are being somewhat prepossessing of

Let's get the flock outta here.

Omidyar network is pleased to announce a grant of $100,000.00 to the very deserving project by our membe

SITE ARCHIVED.

THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING.

"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose apedescended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans. And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything. Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever."

--Hitchhiker's Guide

So long and thanks for all the fish!

First!

We have decided to delay the shutdown of the interactive features of this site until midnight, Sept 8, 2007.

Unfortunately only users who were logged in at the time of the scheduled shutdown, namely, Martin Rizzi and Dav in Phoenix, are able to continue accessing the site.

Furthermore, we have decided to give user CM M~a~g~o~w~a~n the ability to modify thread titles, but not to add any more comments except jokes.

User nmw will be allowed to continue tagging, and will get to try out our newly developed "mass tagging utility".

User Harry Lime will be consulted on organising the content for archival and redistributing all the points.

User Michael Pattinson will be responsible for writing the glowing press releases on the success of the network and it's exciting prospects post-shutdown.

User Meron S'Mor'z will be receive a lifetime supply of short-dated graham crackers.

User Lois Brayton is hereby appointed Secretary of Defense.

And I alone survived.

Want some graham crackers, Debbie?

Yes, ma'am.

two crackers women????