Greywind

Staffs are such poor weapons that Matt Cauthon beat two sword masters at the same time with one while he was sick.

Didn't Gandalf resolve this when he was using his staff in one hand and Glamdring in the other?

"You gave her wings?" "And blasters."

I did Tru Davies from Tru Calling.

It's your conscience. We don't talk a lot these days.

Mort Walker, the creator of Beetle Bailey, has died. The cartoonist was 94 years old. Walker died on January 27th at home in Stamford, Connecticut from pneumonia. His death was confirmed by Bill Morrison, the president of the National Cartoonists Society. http://comicbook.com/comics/2018/01/27/mort-walker-dead/

Yeah, but she always goes silent during the cold months.

I would need to pull my copy out of storage.

Turn it off?

We all have our little faults. Mine's in California.

Except the 20-odd years she spent in the black leotard with a lightning bolt across it with a red sash belt and a domino mask. The only time it went away was when she was Binary and it came back when she stopped being Binary. It even lasted into her Warbird period.

For your eyes only, can see me through the night. For your eyes only, I never need to hide. You can see so much in me, so much in me that's new. I never felt until I looked at you. For your eyes only, only for you. You'll see what no one else can see, and now I'm breaking free. For your eyes only, only for you. The love I know you need in me, the fantasy you've freed in me. Only for you, only for you. For your eyes only, the nights are never cold. You really know me, that's all I need to know. Maybe I'm an open book because I know you're mine, But you won't need to read between the lines. For your eyes only, only for you. You see what no one else can see, and now I'm breaking free. For your eyes only, only for you. The passions that collide in me, the wild abandoned side of me. Only for you, for your eyes only.

I don't know why I never said it before I don't know why I waited so long to be sure But I... everything's coming Somethings coming, maybe tonight Funny to think I had to clown and pretend Never knew I saw you as more than a friend But I... come hold me tighter, come make it right Maybe tonight, oh maybe tonight Ever since the day I saw you I was blown away 'cause I knew I could not say All the things I had to say I was such a shy guy, I could not tell you I love you Well maybe tonight, yes maybe tonight But I... come hold me tighter Come make it right, maybe tonight Yes maybe tonight Ever sense the day I saw you I was blown away 'cause I knew I had to say All the things I had to say I was such a shy guy I could not tell you I love you Well maybe tonight Maybe tonight Yes maybe tonight Maybe tonight Maybe tonight

Oh tara oh oh You squeeze my heart And then you let it go Ooh tara my oh my I can't help falling No I wouldn't try I can't explain no I don't know how And all my talking means nothing now It only frightens you anyhow You'll never know what you've done to me The agony and the ecstasy Ooh tara it's alright But I miss you tonight I don't expect you to understand The thrill I feel when I hold your hand But this is something I never planned You're thinking of me as just a friend My heart is breaking I can't pretend Ooh tara it's for real I can't help how I feel

Look! I have one job on this lousy ship, it's *stupid*, but I'm gonna do it!

Mainframe Java Lifeline

Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar And you'll live as you've never lived before Softly, deftly, music shall caress you Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind In this darkness which you know you cannot fight The darkness of the music of the night Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to go Only then can you belong to me Floating, falling, sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in To the harmony which dreams alone can write The power of the music of the night You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night

There was also no explicit rule stating that you could, either.

If I recall right it was added because there was no multi-power attack and if you wanted 2 powers to work together at the same time they had to be linked.

On a long road, miles to go Its winding and cold and its covered with snow But I ask you what we all want to know Where are we going from here... Lines on my face, lines on my hands Lead to a future I don't understand Some things don't go as they're planned... Where are we going from here... Tracing the trails through the mirrors of time Spinning in circles with riddles in rhyme We lose our way, trying to find Searching to find our way home... Trying to find our way home... As the day dies, with tears in our eyes There's too few hellos and too many goodbyes Silence answers our cries... where are we going from here... We're all on this road, with miles to go Braving new pathways into the unknown But who do you ask, when no one really knows Where we are going from here...

Favreau wanted to make an Iron Man movie. Not a lead-in to someone else's movie.

Fleetwood Mac is planning a farewell tour. Ann and Nancy Wilson have personal problems, so for the time being Heart is kaput. They are each doing their own thing. The Ann Wilson Thing and Roadcase Royale. Apparently the Pretenders got back together. The Cars are over and done.

I started listening to Rush around 1980. Couldn't help it. Thin walls in base housing and it was my brother's favorite band. Can't hear a Rush song without thinking about him.

We used to laugh, we used to cry We used to bow our heads then, wonder why And now you're gone, I guess I'll carry on And make the best of what you've left to me Left to me, left to me I need you like the flower needs the rain You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again You know I need you like the winter needs the spring You know I need you, I need you And every day, I'd laugh the hours away Just knowing you were thinking of me And then it came that I was put to blame For every story told about me About me, about me I need you like the flower needs the rain You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again You know I need you, I need you I need you like the winter needs the spring You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again You know I need you, I need you I need you like the flower needs the rain You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again You know I need you, I need you I need you like the winter needs the spring You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again You know I need you, I need you