I dreamt that some guy joined the boards and that he kept sending people massive messages by PM instead of posting, and then got angry when people told him to post instead of PMing. And then we had a big flame war in which I wrote a lengthy rationale for interacting publicly instead of privately. Then we were all a bit gobsmacked when the guy conceded the point and stayed around, following the rules.

We haven't had a major flame war since we left the old boards. This shows how well our system here works. But sometimes I miss the intensity of it - not the unpleasantness, just the level of engagement.

Mrs G
The Garner who cares.

I strongly object to that sweeping statement of yours, just goes to prove that your already puny brain is being shrivelled by your crazy hormones, woman! In fact, I have a good mind to send you a lengthy PM about it just as soon as I get back from my Pro-Child-Abuse group's annual animal torturing S&M orgy in Cuba.

Damn Spider pig

Oooh, I like Cuba.

Every fight is a food fight to a cannibal. - Demetri Martin

Huh. Well you would...

Damn Spider pig

This is too much for me! I'm starting my own board!

Friends don't let friends take up scrapbooking!

Oh, nice, the rest of us aren't good enough for you are we not? Hah, typical pregnant eastern european types (named Inna) living in Philly, you're all the same!

Damn Spider pig

Oh hell! Now you've got Kat started. PM the address ... Pretty please!

Just joking, Kat... put the cheese down... slowly!

I want to die peacefully in my sleep, just like grandpa. Not screaming and panicking like his passengers.
Don't drink and drive from The Lancre Tavern

... and Garner hasn't stabbed ANYONE yet?

Friends don't let friends take up scrapbooking!

he must be getting old.

joe pancake?

I think someone may be getting stabbed presently, though.

Every fight is a food fight to a cannibal. - Demetri Martin

*Stabs Joculator*

Ahhh. One is honoured to have received such a 'pie'ous comment from a crusty old, member. (exits, stage left, bleeding profusely, and uttering curses; along the lines of... "May you suffer, one thousand years, of mis-placed puctuation, to Buzzfloyd": For starting this thread.)

I want to die peacefully in my sleep, just like grandpa. Not screaming and panicking like his passengers.
Don't drink and drive from The Lancre Tavern

Told ya.

Every fight is a food fight to a cannibal. - Demetri Martin

*dusts off, nukes the place from orbit*

there, now in a few million years we might be lucky enough to see some radiation resistant strains of bacteria begin the whole process of life again.

to wit:

panel one: Ba, Garner, and Doors standing around a tidepool
Ba: There! Ba is sure of it this time! Something formed a protein chain this time!
Doors: Where?!

panel two: Garner, pushing doors into the tide pool. Ba pointing at Doors in the tide pool
Ba: Right there. Ba hereby names it Scotus Primitivus.
Doors: Ach.

panel three: all three standing around the tidepool again
Garner: Is it okay for me to admin that Spore wasn't really the greatest game in the world?
Doors: Aye.
Ba: The Ba misses pie.

"If I wanted to read Wuthering Heights, I'd shoot my self."

Spore was a fun idea, but the individual parts of the game were each too shallow in terms of gameplay.