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post #31 of 36
6/26/07 at 1:34am
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Originally Posted by ex0du5 View Post
frasey you really should give your Grado avatar a collar....he looks like he's nekkid!
**** HE DOES!!! :O I only just realized...


It would be hard to put it in, seeing as I didn't draw it. I managed to beg this awesome artist at school to draw an anime guy with headphones on

I don't think he put much effort into it....
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post #32 of 36
6/26/07 at 2:50am
i'm closing in on mine 500th post. but at a much slower rate than you.
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post #33 of 36
6/26/07 at 5:05am
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Originally Posted by krmathis View Post
Congratulations!
Thanks - where did you get that cool avatar?
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post #34 of 36
6/26/07 at 7:35am
Thats very impressive, it takes about 10 posts a day, to get where you're at!
Don't forget me when you attain the title of all-seeing eye, headphoneus supremus!
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post #35 of 36
6/26/07 at 1:43pm
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Headphoneus Supremus is the goal - but like landing on the moon, what comes after? Therapy, depression; the dictatorship of my own country? Whatever it is, it must be better than working on this ship!

Thanks to all in the forum. This keeps me sane at sea!
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post #36 of 36
6/26/07 at 4:11pm
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My 500th post was bereft of any meaning, so post #544 should have more, courtesy Dylan Thomas:

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT


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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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