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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 5:10 pm
yes, but im not "n00b" material, nor do I post like one...
so domokun
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 3:42 pm
Mirakki Where is the spirit for this guild? I guess we are getting old.
Honestly the spirit is merely locked in schools instead of spewing out into the guild. Folks like Teran and Lovely Whimsy had their own issues to deal with and faded far into the background. Things have never been the same for me so I also faded into the background. Occasionally I come back and try to build things up again, but like I said, things haven't been the same for me since they left.
But as I've said before it's not a big deal, because at the very least there's still Earthbound fans hanging out in this here guild talking about what they love. As long as that continues, no matter how many Cowdays I miss, no matter how many times I kick myself for creating subforums, no matter how little I actually do anything besides work nowadays, the guild is a SUCCESS.
And that's the end of that.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 8:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:21 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 8:35 pm
Was a woman, I wonder for what reason. D:
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 5:52 pm
Acting experience, perhaps?
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 3:23 pm
Maybe, so how is life for my fellow cultist?
School starting off well?
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 12:47 pm
Hey anyone who is around...
How was everyone's Halloween?
Mine? I dressed up as a skate punk. My co-worker is supposed to email me a photo so when she does I'll post it, but it was awesome.
Anyone else?
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 1:46 am
Time for some Tales of Mild Interest!
So I'm at my job, and I currently work at a Blockbuster. Pretty sweet as all the employees are nice people, the atmosphere is casual, and the customers are decent GOD-FEARING folks. It's near closing times, I'd say around 11:30pm, and a group of four high school aged kids come in, three girls and one fantastically flamboyant guy. At the time I thought they were just rowdy, but looking back I'm fairly sure they were smashed. Anyhow, they see my name tag... which I will say says Steven. It does not, I am lying to you. They ask me what a good funny movie would be, and as I just saw someone check out Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, and I recalled that being a darn good comedy, I recommend it. They don't end up getting it. That's not the point. They see my name tag and the feller exclaims that I'm a nice guy but that we can never be friends as all... er, what did I say my name was... Stevens are jerks. I proceed to scoff and slam my fist on the counter, explaining, as we all know, that Stevens are hearty, earnest people, and that it is Steves that are dicks. He ponders it for a brief second only to reply that, indeed, the fellow whom he hates with my name does in fact go by Steve. I proudly reply that all Steves are dicks. They get a couple movies and leave. Now the hour is later still, I'd say 11:48pm, exhausting close to closing. Closing is midnight. Did I say that already? Helpful knowledge. Not really. Still, midnight it is. All the stragglers that've been cutting it close have come up to the tills to check out, and a mighty line they form. Suddenly, in come the four kids, giggling loudly and bearing a weighted paper bag. "d**k Steve! d**k Steve," they call, grabbing my attention between Members. We call them 'Members' because 'customer' is, uh, for no reason at all. Anyway, they cut into line and start jabbering endlessly about how I'm the best guy ever and, and! they went and got a donut, no! two donuts for me, because, well, d**k Steve is just the best guy ever. I am slightly nervous. There's a huge line, I'm new here, at my last job the customers were righteous pricks, and these folks are yellin' at the top of their lungs. I do my best to make small talk. Ask them if they've come back to get Kiss Kiss. Try to shoo them away from the front register. They'll have none of it. "No, d**k Steve," they exclaim, "you have to take them. The donuts. We got them for you. You." My first reaction, my first attempt, it to turn down the donuts. I don't want some drunk people's donuts, they could be poisoned with a dead rat. I don't want to get in trouble for talking with "friends" at peak hours, but at the same time they were paying customers and they didn't mean anything rude by it. I tell them I don't want them. Keep them, I say. One of the girls does look down at the donuts admiringly. "No, no. For you, d**k Steve. Yoooooooou." Long 'oh'. Yoooooooou. Wait, new tactic, I don't like donuts. Oh yeah, that's believable. Who doesn't like donuts? They're like pie, there's a flavor and style for everyone. Even a drunk person could see through that. And they did. A different one of the girls pulls the two donuts out of the bags and displays them on the counter. "We got one with sprinkles and one with, a maple one. 'Cuz we didn't know what you liked." Fine, I give in. I take the maple bar. I hold it up and smile. A pause. It lengthens. Loooooong pause. "Well," says the third girl, "you gotta eat it! Take a bite!" So I do. It's yummy. It's a maple bar, of course it's yummy. They jump and dance and hug. It's almost the end of one of them teen movies where they've saved the ski resort, or the sports team won the championship and gets to high five while jumping. I slowly angle them towards the exit, trying helplessly to respond to their constant jabber. All the girls have forgotten about me, they exit, still talking, now about who-knows-what. The feller, he stays by the exit and eyes me. One eye first, corner style, then slowly turns for the full-on, lowering his head like a mother looking at a naughty child. "Weeeeell," he says. Oh! Right. Thank you for the donut, I say, it was yummy. Well, it was yummy, I just said so, didn't I? Satisfied, he leaves. Yup, that's the story. It was awkward. Still, like I said, the customers are good people, and the next guy up got a good chuckle going and said they must be having a great time.
My name is not Steven. The nickname they created for me had alliteration. That's a honkin' clue and it's all you get.
Moral of the story: I got a donut. Finished it after I got off at 12:30am. It was yummy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 12:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 2:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:57 pm
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