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By Sylverstone, on October 8th, 2002 I love it! chaneecat just got a phone call from her ex, basically an fyi about my “behavior” at autumn war. you think all’y'all would have better things to do with your time.
I just felt i needed to comment here, since this is, well, kinda funny.
1) yes, i had 3 women at autumn war.
2) yes it was at the same time.
3) yes, my lovely chaneecat was there, and quite involved. she did help pick them out after all.
4) yes, i find it absolutely hilarious that of the 3 women that chose to rat me out about it, none of them bothered to get names, and none of them recognized the redheads, one of whom was chaneecat.
5) the message was delivered as “two of the three that snitched saw it with their own eyes”.
as i know for a fact that 2 of them weren’t there, it makes me wonder what all’y'all think you’re up to.
6) do you *really* think that if i didn’t have permission, that i would use my stretched triple axle limo van to facilitate this? i mean, i understand i’m not exactly mr subtle, but you could at least give me a little credit.
7) unless of course you’re talking about the night before, which was two of the same people, just in my tent.
/me wanders off humming a wenching we will go, a wenching we will go….
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By Sylverstone, on August 19th, 2002 Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
-Bailey
By Sylverstone, on August 19th, 2002 so we finally set up a paganality rc5 cracking team.
mostly because i’m a geek, and i was supplying well over half of the blocks for the team i was on…, so it made sense to me.
i just had an old friend ask me if she could camp with us at events. i was kinda surprised she felt she needed to ask..
i’ve made an amazing number of life decisions lately. all in all for the best i think. 
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By Sylverstone, on August 18th, 2002 so apparently at guard wars this weekend someone was talking smack.
ultimately discussions about it devolved to:
*now has a scene from The Holy Grail stuck in her head*
Sylverstone: I’m not dead!
MORTICIAN: Here — he says he’s not dead!
Majority of the populous: Yes, he is.
Sylverstone: I’m not!
MORTICIAN: He isn’t.
Majority of the populous: Well, he will be soon, he’s very ill.
Sylverstone: I’m getting better!
Majority of the populous: No, you’re not — you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
*giggles to herself* >:)
- Azrayel of House Sylverstone
it’s been an interesting morning. the sheer enjoyment i’m getting from working on my site is starting to show to the rest of the world i think. the last thing we did was this: http://www.paganality.com/sysinfo/index.php finished it late last night, just because the user registry is so complex that it gives me a headache after a while. i can’t imagine what it’s doing to hrishi. heh.
I’m still looking for cool ideas to include on my site if anyone has any, i’d love to hear ‘em
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By Sylverstone, on August 12th, 2002 out of context quote “… Its the hard that makes it great. ”
* with an evil grin at TopX >:) *
heh.
You put the whiskey in the water
I’m gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I’m gonna be all right
some whiskey in the water
I’m gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I’m gonna be all right
I’m on the run the devil’s tryin’ to get me
Says I met him in a pawn shop down in Mississippi
I was an angel lookin’ for another face
I musta bumped my fuckin’ head when I fell from grace.
I found a place in the sun like Stevie
And now I gotta wonder cause the rain don’t belive me
I need to breathe, take the money and run
I put my faith in one place and now I’m fuckin’ done.
You put the whiskey in the water
I’m gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I’m gonna be all right
You put the whiskey in the water
I’m gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I’m gonna be all right
I coulda been a saint but I chose the wrong path
I ain’t no dummy take the money and laugh
I got the cash, did the dash for the door
Now I’m sittin’ on my stash and I’m feelin’ like a whore
I’m torn but can’t think, I blink so I miss
I move in strange ways, I move to dismiss
I’ll leave this place and when I do that’s it
I don’t need to conclude so you can keep that shit.
You put the whiskey in the water
I’m gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I’m gonna be all right
You put the whiskey in the water
I’m gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I’m gonna be all right
I’m headin’ south on Old Whiskey Road
Livin’ life like a story that doesn’t need to be told
It’s getting’ always old runnin’ from the past
I’m lookin’ at myself in the bottom of a glass
I won’t last, my light’s too dim
I seen the future and its lookin’ pretty grim
I’m gonna win but not like that
So I’m takin’ what I got and I ain’t never comin’ back
You put the whiskey in the water
I’m gonna run off with your daughter
And if I make it to the border
I’m gonna be all right
ya know. the more i hear this guy the more i like him.
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By Sylverstone, on August 11th, 2002 but this one caught my eye
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Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Race:
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.
Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Secondary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn’t to say that they aren’t intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
Deity:
Solonor Thelandria is the Chaotic Good elven god of archery and the hunt. He is also known as the Keen Eye, the Great Archer, and the Forest Hunter. His followers respect nature, and only hunt when needed, but are quick to defend the forest from intruders. Their favorite weapon is the bow, and they tend to be extremely talented with it. Solonor Thelandria’s symbol is an arrow with green fletchings.
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what d&d character are you?
By Sylverstone, on August 11th, 2002 a customer forwarded this to me.
normally i just nuke this stuff out of hand …
but whomever put this list together put a lot of thought into it.
there’s a lot of wisdom here folks.
the most destructive habit……………….worry
the greatest joy…………………………….giving
the greatest loss…………………………..self-respect
the most satisfying work…………………helping others
the ugliest personality trait………………selfishness
the most endangered species…………..dedicated leaders
our greatest natural resource……………our youth
the greatest “shot in the arm”…………encouragement
the greatest problem to overcome……..fear
the most effective sleeping pill………….peace of mind
the most crippling disease………………excuses
the most powerful force in life…………..love
the most dangerous outcast…………….a gossiper
the world’s most incredible computer….the brain
the worst thing to be without…………….hope
the deadliest weapon……………………..the tongue
the two most power-filled words…………”i can”
the greatest asset………………………….faith
the most worthless emotion……………..self-pity
the most beautiful attire…………………..a smile
the most prized possession………………integrity
the most powerful channel of communication……prayer
the most contagious spirit………………..enthusiasm
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By Sylverstone, on August 10th, 2002 it never ceases to amaze me how a plan functions.
you spend days, weeks, months, even years, on a plan. a plan to accomplish whatever your hearts desire is..
I know some people that spend so much time on the plan that, by time it’s done, they will be too old, too grey, and too tired, to start.
me on the other hand, well, heh, i learned at a very early age that a plan is something you should have..
just so you know how it won’t happen.
I think the biggest plan i’ve ever had is my new site project i’m working on, and that isn’t anything more than
[my to do list]
*shrug* don’t get me wrong, i seriously love the feeling i get as i watch the electrons assemble themselves the way i ask them to, as my thoughts and ideas materialize into reality …
but i’m wondering when it’s going to be done. heh. i mean really, at this point, about half of it’s finished.
but in spite of long hours being spent on it, it’s been half done for 2 months now.
i suppose that *might* be because when i get tired of working on it i go and do research and in the course
of that research i find more things i want to do with it…
so my friend chris cougar_ml bought a new bike a few weeks ago.
same model as mine (kawasaki ex-250rr ninja) but 15 years newer.
i think, in a way, i’m jealous.. but not really. mine’s got 525,000 miles on the clock, and it’s still a fun machine.. and it’s not like i can’t afford to go buy a new one. i think it’s more the excitement of having passion for something. i see him ride it, and talk about it, and it occurs to me that i was young once. that and his is pretty (kawasaki racing green) and mine needs to be gone through and cleaned up and repainted *again*.
in some ways i feel the world has lost it’s sparkle and snap. but in other ways it’s all new and exiting. *shrug* i dunno.
i really need to regain my passion for life i think.
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By Sylverstone, on July 31st, 2002 “‘The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, delirious of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes “Awwww!’”
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By Sylverstone, on July 30th, 2002 I’d ditch that pansy-ass ‘box of chocolates’ metaphor in favor of a more realistic one:
“Life is like a line of waiting taxi cabs pulled up to the curb in front of a fancy hotel. You never know which raving lunatic is going to get you to your destination – or for that matter, whether you’ll get your destination at all.”
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