Showing posts with label newbie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label newbie. Show all posts
Thursday, September 30, 2010
A little too late, perhaps?
Welcoming Boy Genius and the self-proclaimed (read prev. post) Bad Joke Extraordinaire... KayJay!
Monday, August 23, 2010
New members! (and new pets)
We have TWO new members! AVIE has just joined and we're waiting for another author.
Also a reminder: please post at least 3 posts in you first month. Otherwise I feel as though I'm talking to myself
:-\
Added: Did you see our new pet fishes(bottom of the page)? Don't mind the black water...its looks better than the blue background. Maybe they are swimming in an oilspill?
Also, please tell me how to put this adorable little hamster instead...
Link: http://abowman.com/google-modules/hamster/#gadgetSWF
Added: Please welcome A.ksheta!
Also a reminder: please post at least 3 posts in you first month. Otherwise I feel as though I'm talking to myself
:-\
Added: Did you see our new pet fishes(bottom of the page)? Don't mind the black water...its looks better than the blue background. Maybe they are swimming in an oilspill?
Also, please tell me how to put this adorable little hamster instead...
Link: http://abowman.com/google-modules/hamster/#gadgetSWF
Added: Please welcome A.ksheta!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
A welcome note and an angry ode
I know...it seems as though I'm the only one here who knows how to type :-|
Anyway, ladies and gentledoodles, please put your hands together for the Famed Loser, Ax.
Hoping you are a better member that some donkeys I can name :rolling eyes:
That being said, I want to share a poem with y'all. I'm not proud of it. And I don't think its good. Ususally when I write a poem, I try to poet myself in the shoes of the person I'm writing about. I try to decode/morph my feelings. This time its real. Its not a beautiful poem. But its something I think I should always remember.
The Red Umbrella
I had a red umbrella
and what did I do?
I bought some black paint
And covered it for you
The next day was wicked
As cold as could be
The wind attacked my umbrella (sooooo unimaginative)
And snatched it from me
In that sea of black ones
Mine was nowhere to be found
I held back my tears
I didn't make a sound
Thought you would come help me
Show that you care
But you just stood there and laughed
With that cold, icy stare
I asked you what happened
Did I do something wrong?
I saw you pick up an umbrella
Next moment you were gone.
(dedicated wholeheartedly to SHITHEAD. Hope your life sucks, manbitch!)
Anyway, ladies and gentledoodles, please put your hands together for the Famed Loser, Ax.
Hoping you are a better member that some donkeys I can name :rolling eyes:
That being said, I want to share a poem with y'all. I'm not proud of it. And I don't think its good. Ususally when I write a poem, I try to poet myself in the shoes of the person I'm writing about. I try to decode/morph my feelings. This time its real. Its not a beautiful poem. But its something I think I should always remember.
The Red Umbrella
I had a red umbrella
and what did I do?
I bought some black paint
And covered it for you
The next day was wicked
As cold as could be
The wind attacked my umbrella (sooooo unimaginative)
And snatched it from me
In that sea of black ones
Mine was nowhere to be found
I held back my tears
I didn't make a sound
Thought you would come help me
Show that you care
But you just stood there and laughed
With that cold, icy stare
I asked you what happened
Did I do something wrong?
I saw you pick up an umbrella
Next moment you were gone.
(dedicated wholeheartedly to SHITHEAD. Hope your life sucks, manbitch!)