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    The above image shows you the new emoticons that you can put into your posts. Not all of them have changed, some have been replaced and lots have been added. Some come from the recent emoticons that PWV found for us, and a few come from my favorite sites. My favorite emoticon is :lol: and I hope that you find some of your own. To access the full menu of choices, click the circled part of the image "View more Emoticons" when you are composing a post and just click on the one you want.

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    The cat spread its wings and flew high into the air, hovering to keep pace with them as they moved cautiously toward the city. Then, as they climbed over the rubble of what had once been a gateway and began to make their way through piles of weed-grown masonry, the cat flew to the squat building with the yellow dome upon its roof. It flew twice around the dome and then came back to settle on Jhary's shoulder. - The King of the Swords

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    We always have fun here. Thanks Berry! :lol: :thanks: :notworthy: :clap:
    'You know, I can't keep up with you. If I hadn't met you in person, I quite honestly would NOT believe you really existed. I just COULDN'T. You do so MUCH... if half of what goes into your zines is to be believed, you've read more at the age of 17 than I have at the age of 32 - LOTS more'

    Archie Mercer to Mike (Burroughsania letters page, 1957)

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      is my favourite smilie, but what I really want to know is, who the heck is this hoopy frood? 8O

      :cowbell:
      _"For an eternity Allard was alone in an icy limbo where all the colours were bright and sharp and comfortless.
      _For another eternity Allard swam through seas without end, all green and cool and deep, where distorted creatures drifted, sometimes attacking him.
      _And then, at last, he had reached the real world – the world he had created, where he was God and could create or destroy whatever he wished.
      _He was supremely powerful. He told planets to destroy themselves, and they did. He created suns. Beautiful women flocked to be his. Of all men, he was the mightiest. Of all gods, he was the greatest."

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      • #4
        I wrote a story. It's called "Scary Cat":


        :cat: ........................................


        The end.

        "That which does not kill us, makes us stranger." - Trevor Goodchild

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        • #5
          Originally posted by demos99
          is my favourite smilie, but what I really want to know is, who the heck is this hoopy frood? 8O

          :cowbell:
          That's the fake Eric Bloom from SNL's 'Behind the Music: Blue أ–yster Cult'

          Gene (I forget the last name) played by that un-funny git whose name escapes me at the moment.

          He's adding ''more cowbell'' to '(Don't Fear) The Reaper.'
          Madness is always the best armor against Reality

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          • #6
            Originally posted by DeeCrowSeer
            I wrote a story. It's called "Scary Cat":


            :cat: ........................................


            The end.

            By 'eck! It's the Beast of Bodmin to a tee!

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            • #7
              Originally posted by DeepFixer
              Originally posted by demos99
              is my favourite smilie, but what I really want to know is, who the heck is this hoopy frood? 8O

              :cowbell:
              That's the fake Eric Bloom from SNL's 'Behind the Music: Blue أ–yster Cult'

              Gene (I forget the last name) played by that un-funny git whose name escapes me at the moment.

              He's adding ''more cowbell'' to '(Don't Fear) The Reaper.'
              Saturday Night Live skit: "Behind The Music: Blue Oyster Cult"
              http://snltranscripts.jt.org/99/99pcowbell.phtml

              Behind The Music: Blue Oyster Cult

              Bruce Dickinson.....Christopher Walken
              Eric Bloom.....Chris Parnell
              Buck Dharma.....Horatio Sanz
              Alan.....Chris Kattan
              Bobby.....Jimmy Fallon
              Gene Frenkle.....Will Ferrell


              Announcer: After a series of staggering defeats, Blue Oyster Cult assembled in the recording studio in late 1976 for a session with famed producer Bruce Dickinson. And, luckily for us, the cameras were rolling.

              Bruce Dickinson: Alright, guys, I think we're ready to lay this first track down. By the way, my name is Bruce Dickinson. Yes, the Bruce Dickinson. And I gotta tell you: fellas.. you have got what appears to be a dynamite sound!

              Eric Bloom: Coming from you, Bruce, that means a lot.

              Buck Dharma: Yeah. I mean, you're Bruce Dickinson!

              Alan: It's incredible!

              Bobby: I can't believe Bruce Dickinson digs our sound!

              Bruce Dickinson: Easy, guys.. I put my pants on just like the rest of you - one leg at a time. Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records. [ the group laughs ] Alright, here we go. "Don't Fear the Reaper" - take one. [ exits into the control booth ]

              [ the group begins the song. Bobby slaps the drums, Eric jams his guitar, and Gene bangs on a cowbell. ]

              Eric: [ distracted by Gene banging the cowbell ] Okay! Wait! Wait! [ the group cuts off their instruments ] Bruce, could you come in here for a minute, please?

              Bruce Dickinson: [ stepping out of the booth ] That was gonna be a great track. Guys, what's the deal?

              Eric: Are you sure that was sounding okay?

              Bruce Dickinson: I'll be honest.. fellas, it was sounding great. But.. I could've used a little more cowbell. So.. let's take it again.. and, Gene.

              Gene Frenkle: Yeah?

              Bruce Dickinson: Really explore the studio space this time. I mean, really.. explore the space. I like what I'm hearing.

              [ the group starts the song again, as Gene bangs more wildly onto the cowbell while dancing crazily. In the booth, Walken is smiling to keep from laughing. Before the session is interrupted, Frenkle misses a beat on his cowbell.]

              Eric: Okay, wait! Stop! I'm sorry. Bruce, could you come back in here, please?

              Bruce Dickinson: [ stepping out of the booth ] Fellas.. now, we just wasted two good tracks! That last one was even better than the first!

              Eric: Well, it's just that I find Gene's cowbell playing distracting! If I'm the only one, I'll shut up.

              Buck Dharma: It was pretty rough..

              Gene Frenkle: You know, I could pull back a little. If you'd like.

              Bruce Dickinson: Not too much, though! Fellas, I'm telling you - you're gonna want that cowbell on the track!

              Gene Frenkle: You know what? It's fine. Let's just do this thing.

              [ the band starts the song once more, with Gene banging the cowbell right next to Eric's ear until Eric pushes him, causing Horatio Sanz to fall ]

              Eric: [ stopping the song again, fighting Gene ] Come on, people!

              Bruce Dickinson: [ running out of the booth again ] That.. that doesn't work for me. I gotta have more cowbell!

              Alan: [ grabs Gene's shirt ] Don't blow this for us, Gene!

              Bobby: [ cracks up ] Yeah, quit being so selfish, Gene!

              Gene Frenkle: Can I just say one thing?

              Bruce Dickinson: Say it, baby. Say it.

              Gene Frenkle: I'm standing here, staring at Bruce Dickinson!

              Bruce Dickinson: The cock of the walk, baby!

              Gene Frenkle: And if Bruce Dickinson wants more cowbell, we should probably give him more cowbell!

              Bruce Dickinson: Say it, baby!

              Gene Frenkle: And, Bobby, you are right - I am being selfish. But the last time I checked, we don't have a whole lot of songs that feature the cowbell.

              Bruce Dickinson: I gotta have more cowbell, baby!

              Gene Frenkle: ..and I'll be doing myself a disservice -- [begins to slightly laugh. Jimmy Fallon turns away and bites down on his drumstick to keep from laughing] -- and every member in this band, if I don't perform the hell out of this.

              Bruce Dickinson: Guess what? I got a fever! And the only prescription.. is more cowbell!

              Gene Frenkle: Thanks, Bruce. But I think, maybe if I just leave.. and, maybe I'll come back later, and we can lay down the cowbell. [ starts to leave the studio ]

              Bruce Dickinson: Aw, baby..

              Eric: Gene, wait! Why don't you lay down that cowbell right now. With us. Together.

              [ everyone agrees ]

              Gene Frenkle: Do you mean that, Eric?

              Buck Dharma: He speaks for all of us.

              Gene Frenkle: Thank you.

              Bruce Dickinson: Babies.. before we're done here.. y'all be wearing gold-plated diapers.

              Alan: [ confused ] What does that mean?

              Bruce Dickinson: Never question Bruce Dickinson! Roll it! [ exits back to booth ]

              Eric: [ ready to lay the complete track down ] 1, 2, 3, 4.

              [ the band starts up again, this time Frenkle is playing the cowbell in tune with the band. Close-up on Gene as he bangs the cowbell to freeze-frame with graphic: "In Memoriam: Gene Frenkle: 1950-2000" ]
              :cowbell:
              The cat spread its wings and flew high into the air, hovering to keep pace with them as they moved cautiously toward the city. Then, as they climbed over the rubble of what had once been a gateway and began to make their way through piles of weed-grown masonry, the cat flew to the squat building with the yellow dome upon its roof. It flew twice around the dome and then came back to settle on Jhary's shoulder. - The King of the Swords

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              • #8
                More Cowbell
                http://www.weebls-stuff.com/testy/cowbell.swf

                More Cowbell
                http://www.milkandcookies.com/links/12491/
                The cat spread its wings and flew high into the air, hovering to keep pace with them as they moved cautiously toward the city. Then, as they climbed over the rubble of what had once been a gateway and began to make their way through piles of weed-grown masonry, the cat flew to the squat building with the yellow dome upon its roof. It flew twice around the dome and then came back to settle on Jhary's shoulder. - The King of the Swords

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