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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| ...and makes off with quite the payoff:
ROME (Reuters) - A thief disguised as a security guard Tuesday duped the unsuspecting staff of a top Italian art gallery into giving him more than 200,000 euros ($253,100), local media reported. The thief showed up Tuesday morning at the Pitti Palace, a grandiose renaissance construction in central Florence and one of Italy's best known museums, wearing the same uniform used by employees of the security firm which every day collects the institution's takings. After the cashier staff gave him three bags full of money, he signed a receipt and calmly walked out. The robbery was only discovered 30 minutes later, when the real security guards turned up to collect the money. The museum declined comment. Yeah, I'd decline to comment on how stupid I am too... (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-09-06 04:18 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| Work came through. I'm going to E3. I, however, will have to pick up my badge at the convention center while my coworkers received theirs in the mail. Ah, well, a trip to LA won't be bad...
Seriously, though, it's not right to force someone to be gay just because you are. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| I was called this morning for a job offer with Square Enix, but declined. I did, however, ask how I might be able to pass on information. The position is temporary and subject to project availability (much like Activision and Sony).
Obviously, if you're older than 18, they'll take you as well. But, they don't employ anyone under the age of 18. If interested in a temporary QA Testing position with Square Enix: Pay rate is $10/hour. Contact: April at 619-260-2146 or E-mail Resume to: aza@eastridge.com This job is a temp agency placement job (like much of the QA industry for gaming is anyway). Just though I would pass this on. And, if you're wondering why I declined a Square Enix position, I'm have a more stable job at EA Mobile that pays more. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-03-06 10:21 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| This should be done only with an adult present, unless you are an adult. But, hey:
Create Nylon from a Wine Glass If you have the chemicals available to you (approx. $120 for this project), you too can create your own strands of nylon, and learn a bit about bartending and chemistry at the same time. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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This, and Katamari, are the only reason why I would like to own a PSP. I so want this game, I'm hoping it's at E3... (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-04-06 06:38 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| No, sometimes he yells at you because he thinks your arguing with him, when in actuality, you're making fun of him. Or correcting him. Or shoving him, and walking away to the kitchen.
Now, for the generalities of this week: Coworkers whom won't let things go. They continue to nag and nag because it entertains the leads. People whom think you've "lost it" because you declined a job position with Square Enix. The birds in the fucking front yard tree that disgrace my car every single day. And only my car, too. There are three other cars under those trees, but since mine is white... My mom, and her constant state of nagging. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| Exactly.
That's why we have to keep the phones away from kitty. I don't know what kitty would do with a Nokia cell phone, but that's not my decision to make... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| It's only creepy if Zabuza were to refer to himself in the third person all the time. Or somebody you know. And, I've known people like that.
They did mess up once, and used first person for Elmo: Instead of "Zoe, don't tell them Elmo is here.", he said, "Zoe, don't tell them I'm here." (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-04-06 07:10 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| I know there are a lot of Brokeback Mountain stuff floating around, but:
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| Still want that hat?
And, Sajin, I know you hate this, so: "boring". One "o". High Schoolers in general. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| No, no sinister look. You failed at that.
I'd say more, "I'm trying to pretend not to care so that you'll think I'm sexy", look. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| ...in the park, minding my own business playing on the RAZR, when a man steps out from the bushes across from me. He's carrying a knife, and running towards me yelling something in Russian about the mafia or mob or something, and next thing I know, I'm standing next to my lifeless body. Fascinated by the oozing of the blood from the sixteen stab wounds, and watching as my cell phone game of Tetris is slowly being lost. Huh. Wait.
I realize I'm not dressed in my usual clothing. No, that stayed behind. The man frantically searches my pockets, but finding nothing, runs off with my cell phone. I catch up to him, running scared and frantic clutching my cell phone, and tap him on the shoulder in an effort to, "um, excuse me?", but instead he falls to the ground impaling himself on his own knife and launches my cell phone ten yards away from him. I stand, over my cell phone, watching the Tetris game blocks fall. Behind me, there are police and witnesses, all spouting little bits and pieces of information relating to the stabbing. A few minutes later, a county coroner shows up. He stares at my body. Then he stares in my general direction and starts walking over. We are standing face to face, but he's changed his gaze to my cell phone. "Robbery, looks like," he shouts back, and picks up the phone in tweezers and places it in an evidence bag. "But, that's my phone," I start to say reaching out and hitting his chest. He falls like a sack of potatoes on the pavement, my phone flying into the grassy area near the jogger's path. I try to pick it up, but can't. And, I can't seem to understand why not. The game is still going, but it hasn't filled up the screen just yet. A call comes in, momentarily suspending my game. It goes to voicemail. It was only the office anyway. I'm saved Tetris defeat by a phone call. A policeman appears next to me, staring at the evidence bag. He kneels down to pick up the bag, but I swat his hand away. Another policewoman appears, running towards the fallen policeman. She stands over him, staring at my cell phone. "The phone is killing people!", she shouts at her fellow officers. The phone is killing people? Is that what happened to me? A perimeter is set up around my cell phone, in its evidence bag. The low-battery warning starts going off. No, I need to charge my phone, dammit. I walk over to where my backpack had been resting next to the bench. A chalk outline and yellow police tape surrounds the bench. My backpack sits inside a coroner's van, it's contents spread out on a table. I find the solar charger, but can't move it. Yet, I am fascinated again. I can write in blood. Awesome! In my own blood, I write on an examiner's report in the van, "Plug in the solar charger to the phone...it's dying." I walk back to the cell phone. That's it, I'll get someone's attention. I tap the shoulder of an examiner, and point towards the van. He immediately falls next to me. Dammit. My cell phone is killing people again. So, I sit next to my puddle on the bench. The low battery warning going off in the background. An officer yells from inside the van. Another officer runs out carrying my paper and the solar charger. They're talking about Death writing notes to them; that the people dying around them are all results of not charging the cell phone. Pish posh. They pick up the evidence bag, and carefully remove the phone. It glistens in the sunlight, and place it on the ground in the jogger's path connected to the solar charger. It beeps once, and starts to charge. Excellent! I run up to the officers, extending a hand in congratulations, but as I touch the officer holding the note something occurs to me. He falls through me, and I realize that I have become Death. A sinister smile sweeps across my face. My eyes refocus. I'm staring at the bush again, my cell phone in my hand, the Russian guy lying motionless in the bushes. A dark figure hovers about him, and then takes a seat next to me. He touches my arm, and I turn towards him. He has no face. Just a deep darkness under that hood, his scythe resting on the bench. A couple of joggers pass us. My phone plays the ending tune. I lose at Tetris. "What you have seen today," he starts, his voice as dark as the depths of space, "will be your calling when it is your time. Today will not be your time. You are far too reckless." He pulls out a tablet PC, and shows me a list of names and paperwork attachments. "In a matter of twenty minutes, you created so much paperwork and mayhem that the head office decided to rid you of your ranking and return you to life," he taps a command and all the documents reset, "it's only a cell phone." I stare at him and hold up my phone, "But, it's a RAZR." If he had eyes, I'm sure he would have rolled them. He pats my shoulder and stands up, turning towards me once more. "When it is your time, you will be assigned to deliverance of hard criminals, mobsters, mafia, and the like. Till then, don't play with your RAZR in the park." He and the soul of the mobster disappear in a cloud of smoke. I close the flip on my phone, and slide it into a pocket, gather my backpack, and start walking up the path. Figures start to appear all around me, all wearing the reaper uniform and carrying varying degrees of scythes. They stare at me as I walk. I removed my cell phone, and a reaper appears in front of me. He shakes his head. I shake mine, and put the phone away. He's gone. I stand in the middle of the jogger's path, throw my arms up into the sky and yell, "IT'S JUST A RAZR!". The previous reaper appears behind me, "No, it's not. Go home." I sigh and mope, "Fine." (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-05-06 06:44 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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Originally posted by Brain Teaser So, yes, you have to pick a path, because the trolley won't crash, won't derail, and must choose a path. Be it either path, there will be death. But, you did choose a path to cure cancer--and spare the life of Hitler so that he can go on to kill millions of Jews in the Holocaust. Bravo! But, you did help cure cancer. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| Do you happen to know what season the hearts one was? I haven't seen that one yet. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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| By the way, how much money will I need?
And, I have four tix for Ren Faire, with Bernie possible going and Maira. You want in? Don't know when, though... And Bernie wants to dress up as a wench, can we find something for her? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 718 days Last activity: 718 days |
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Most awesome rendition of Bitter Sweet Symphony yet. (Last edited by Zabuza on 05-06-06 07:12 AM) |
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