Pariah

It snows here all the **** time. How can so many of you NOT remember how to drive in it?!

Anti-inflammatories

Didn't we burn that bridge?

So, I'm going to put up the "Street Level Qualifying / Seeding Poll" in a day or two, probably Friday afternoon. It's Wednesday now, where I am, so about 48 hours. Feel free to nominate or second any additional Street Level characters you'd like to see considered in that time.

Don't ask me. I just started the thread; I'm not in charge of it.

Emma Jack

Empty spaces, what are we living for Abandoned places, I guess we know the score On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for Another hero, another mindless crime Behind the curtain, in the pantomime Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore The show must go on The show must go on, yeah Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance Another heartache, another failed romance On and on, does anybody know what we are living for? I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now I'll soon be turning 'round the corner now Outside the dawn is breaking But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free The show must go on The show must go on, yeah yeah Ooh, inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die I can fly, my friends The show must go on The show must go on I'll face it with a grin I'm never giving in On, with the show Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill I have to find the will to carry on On with the show On with the show The show must go on

There's more than one Dr. Smith, isn't there?

What planet is this? Let there be rock 'n' roll It's a Saturday night and I'm home alone With the music on quiet I'm flying solo Then my feet start moving to the sound of the beat Put the music up loud hear it in the street Then the neighbours start banging on my front door Throw the door wide open saying what's your point Come on in let's rock this joint We got the whole house rocking We got the whole house rocking We got the whole house rocking We got the whole house rocking We got the whole house rocking To the mighty power of rock 'n' roll We dance out of the door, dance into the street And all the people are swaying to the musical beat We rock down the road and down to the town And all the people stare and smile and get down Then the police man is saying "stop this noise" But the beat takes over now he's one of the boys The beat's taken over now he's one of the boys Come on down let's rock this town We got the whole town rocking We got the whole town rocking We got the whole town rocking We got the whole town rocking We got the whole town rocking To the mighty power of rock 'n' roll Let's go Let it roll Are you ready? Said are you ready? The Cosmos Rocks Across seven seas through the Panama, Now they're rockin' on beaches and they're rockin' in bars Don't ask me how and don't ask me why From Miami Beach down to old Bondi There's a rock 'n' roll fever in every place Next thing you know they'll be rockin' out in space Come on down let's rock this place Come on down and Sock it to me We got the whole world rocking We got the whole world rocking We got the whole world rocking We got the whole world rocking We got the whole world rocking To the mighty mighty mighty power We got the cosmos rocking We got the cosmos rocking We got the universe rocking We got the cosmos rocking We got the cosmos rocking To the mighty power of rock 'n' roll

I made this in my programming class last night. It's been a loooooong time since I've done any real programming, and I'd never used LOGO before, so I'm pretty pleased at how it turned out.

Fates

Is she the one who came up with Smith's Law?

Prepare to die!

Crunchy Frog Ice Cream!

Okay, another question to consider before starting the Street Level tournament proceedings next week: Venues. We had (after the opening round) ten venues for the matches to take place in. I'd like you all to answer a couple of questions for me: 1) Did you find the inclusion of venues valuable? Did it make things more interesting and/or more fun? 2) Did the venue for the matches influence how you voted? 3) Should I include venues as part of the tournament(s) going forward? Please opine (and vote).

So, we've had about three days to vote, and so far it's a pretty even spread between "Leave it alone", "Change it to d12", and "Get rid of it altogether". When I started thinking about this, my thought was to change it to 2d6, which so far has only vote. I think the results of the votes are interesting. Now persuade me. Why is any of these options better than what we're doing now, or better than what I'd tentatively been planning to do?

Rice burner

We had our last supper the day of the beaching She's a dead ship sailing - skeleton crew The galley is empty; the stove pots are cooling With what's left of the stew Her time is approaching - the captain moves over The hangman steps in to do what he's paid for With the wind down the tide she goes proud ahead steaming And he drives her hard into the shore So far from the Clyde Together we'd ride We did ride As if to a wave from her bows to her rudder Bravely she rises to meet with the land Under their feet they all feel her keel shudder The shallow see washes their hands Later the captain shakes hands with the hangman And climbs slowly down to the oily wet ground Goes down to the car that has come here to take him To the graveyard and back to the town So far from the Clyde Together we'd ride We did ride They pull out her cables and hack off her hatches Too poor to be wasteful with pity or time They swarm on her carcass with torches and axes Like a whale on the bloody shoreline Stripped of her pillars her stays and her stantions When there's only her bones on the wet, poison land Steel ropes will drag her with winches and engines 'til there's only a stain on the sand So far from the Clyde Together we'd ride We did ride So far from the Clyde Together we'd ride We did ride

He was a fugitive with a pseudo name Lost his mind in a hurricane Coconut upside his head People said he'd be better dead 'cause his glory days are gone Sits on the shore with his saxophone And plays In another place, in another time He was a soldier in his prime On the battlefield, makin' history Young men died for his destiny And their widows came each day 'til he was forced to run away From home So he bought a town, but he sold the sea Claimed a shallow victory On an iron ship, with a wooden crew They hit the reef when the moon was new Now he cries himself to sleep On a beach made of promises he meant to keep Long ago Nobody speaks to the captain no more Nobody talks about the war Hey what the hell were we fighting for Such a long, long time ago And now the monkeys and the iguanas They listen to his song Most uncaptive audience He plays to all night long So the story goes, he was dressed to kill When he jumped from the old mahogany mill And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail As the saxophone still played the scale For a man we never knew who looked like me and you Long ago Nobody speaks to the captain no more No one is interested in settling old scores Hey what they hell were we fighting for Such a long, long time ago Nobody speaks to the captain no more No one is interested in settling old scores Hey what they hell were we fighting for Such a long, long time ago

You honestly have no idea, do you?

Suzuki

For the letter B, I would like to recommend David W. Barber's Bach, Beethoven, and the Boys: Music History as it Ought to Be Taught. It's as entertaining as it is informative. The facts are all solid; Barber is an able historian. He interjects some amusing anecdotes that make the lives of those stuffy old composers much more vivid. He also interjects some interesting insights and opinions of his own. Among my favorites is this bit from the Wagner chapter: It's a great book. You'll be entertained, and you may just learn something.

As long as the machines need someone to program them, there's at least that option. When we start having machines programming machines...well, let's just hope they'll still follow Asimov's three laws.

They wouldn't let him in, but they had a guy whose power was to eat things? What kind of sense does that make?

It's there in the beginning, and it gets him in the end He thinks he's got the number, but it's coming round the bend The chances are remotely, the chances are so slim It's one in every million, the odds are looking dim He walks an empty highway, a road not on the map He's got no destination, they all ended in a trap The future's looking dismal, the days are looking grim It's one chance in a million, and even less for him Just another one wasted, and tomorrow will be the same No one notices anything, and nobody speaks his name Autopilot's engaging, and the dog knows his way back home Same as it always is Is what it always was Was more once more He wonders on the sidewalk, he daydreams in the street He can't keep it together, no rhythm to his beat The morning turns to evening, the evening into night The darkness feels so empty, with no relief in sight His house is in a muddle, his clothes in disarray The phone calls go unanswered, telemarketers today It's there in the beginning, and it gets him in the end He thinks he's got the number, something's coming round the bend He remembers a difference, on a day with a brighter dawn He remembers a meaning, on a night when the light was on Homing beacon engaging, as he's finding his way back home Same as it always is Is what it always was Was more once more