Attention everyone!

I didn't know John Locke was a progger

JLocke wrote: The T wrote: JLocke wrote: However . . . I absolutely adore Jennifer Love Hewitt's looks, so perhaps there are a couple other game girls you could request of me?  We should ALL have Jennifer Love Hewitt in our signatures...  Indeed. Perhaps a special holiday among the PA community? Jennifer Love day?

JLocke wrote: However . . . I absolutely adore Jennifer Love Hewitt's looks, so perhaps there are a couple other game girls you could request of me?

JLocke wrote: jampa17 wrote: JLocke wrote: Jampa, I'm waiting for you to have Anna Paquin in your avatar. Any chance of that happening?   I don't know where that came out... but no... there's no chance of Anna Paquin in my avatar... now, if you suggest me a very very good pic of her... maybe... but she is not in my top 10... Too bad . . . .   . . . Natalie Portman?

JLocke wrote: Jampa, I'm waiting for you to have Anna Paquin in your avatar. Any chance of that happening?

^ Dude remembers you 

Dean wrote: JJLehto wrote: I bet Dean remembers how great this site used to be, ya know before the days of Henry being here..interesting I remember when all this was fields as far as the eye could see, where the only sound was the sound of skylarks ascending into the sky for a lark, to gain an aerial view of the rolling hills blessed by the fresh kiss of the rising sun on a bright spring morning, where pheasant and partridge would scurry among the gorse bushes and hare and rabbit would graze upon the dew soaked meadows of verdant grass and scented buttercup as the first rays of the sun brushed over the rising mist that rolled gently across the grassland while a lonely deer would look up, startled by a wily fox that stalked the tender cotton-tailed prey, then return to its morning meal as the fox was no threat to itself, yet the rabbits, equally alert to the predatory dangers inherent in such a bucolic idly could sense the deer's apprehension and dash for the protective cover of a nearby woodland copse, to unnerve squirrel and badger that did forage in the undergrowth beneath the leafy canopy, shadow dappled and green by the filtered light streaming between overhanging branch and bough to wake a well-fed owl that dozed sleepily, quietly digesting its nighttime feast of hapless dormouse, caught unawares by the silent beat of owlish wing as raptor talons snatched it from this world and ripped its lifeblood, eviscerated and disembowelled so that nothing remained but a memory, a discarded regurgitate pellet of fur and bone and a mild case of avian indigestion. Ah, yes, I remember many things.

I remember when you were a newbie in this place

harmonium.ro wrote: ^ If you want to make an avant record, it would be better not to know how to play your instruments...

That's what I'm thinking. 

Henry Plainview wrote: Epignosis wrote: I love you Henry. I love you too. Now when are we going to get Refulgence? I'm itching for a five star review!

I've got a side project in the queue first.  And I really want to play clarinet on it (except 1. I do not own a clarinet, and 2. I have never played a clarinet).

But I wonder what the avant crowd here would think about it if I tried anyway...

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.