Red Kittie Kat
03-16-2012, 01:28 PM
All you, PC building, wanting to go naked, snake hating, snake loving, Kinkade hating, black bean eating, celebrating Pie Day, stumped by retro puzzle game, Graphic Designers...
Have a great weekend!!! http://koolsplace.com/images/eatdrink042.gif
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweek.gif
Step 1: Get can of Lysol
Step 2: Walking into loo holding can of Lysol before you.
Step 3: Spray as you enter.
Step 4: Chant (loudly) "BEGONE THOU EVIL CORRUPTION!"
Step 5: Enter stall.
Step 6: Squat a'vouz.
Step 7: Make loud noises of relief as you void the bladder.
Step 8: Walk out with an ear to ear grin. Perhaps your boss will think you need a personal day off.
Any type of food that is packaged in sleeves is 1 sleeve = 1 serving. Easy.
I can't help wondering how Eugene (Hank) is feeling this week about all this
'traditional' Irish hoopla. I suspect it's kind of how we Canadians feel when we meet someone from
another land that starts asking us about Mounties, beavers and maple syrup.
It's enough to make you want to toss your back bacon and Timmy's over the dorey with a flip of your
Sherwood.
Back to my igloo now.
We don't punch here. We kick.
If any font deserves to be lost and never found again (let alone used), it's this one. Woah!
I love Walmart for drawing people. So many people there seem to be in some kind of trance most of the time, moving slow. The nice thing about a DS is when you whip one out NOBODY suspects that you're doing anything other than playing a game. Certainly not the staff.
Though it can be a challenge to be drawing on a little screen while walking around.
damn you virgo! Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweekclassic.gif
Since he rarely posts anything of his own, I dedicate this weeks Classic Quotes to the one and only Kool and a few of his more epic postings! :D
Here ya go.
Open Photoshop
Add Rain
Save
Close Photoshop
can you be a bit more detailed?
Well okay...
Open Photoshop
Add Rain
Save File
Close Photoshop
Alas, the new forum censor doesn't substitute, just bleeps so we must pancake the old
fashioned way - manually. This pancaking tradition goes back to the very beginnings of the GDF so we
must pancake often and we must pancake well. You can pancake by yourself or with a partner. Sometimes a
group pancake will be in order, but pancake we must, it is a GDF signature.
So I'm laying on the bed watching a little TV. A hint of movement catches my eye so I look
to the right. There on my pillow about 6 inches from my head stands a big, hairy, menacing looking
spider about the size of a small kangaroo. Now I'm not exactly sure of the precise sequence of what
happened next but I think it went something like this. PSS (post spider sighting) -.01 seconds: I levitated a foot or so off of the bed. PSS - .03 seconds: Using a primitive form of telekinesis accessible only during a state of high adrenaline. I teleported myself to the other side of the room.
My two cats were sleeping peacefully at the foot of the bed at this time. They had no idea what was
going on but they figured anything that would cause me to teleport across the room had to be something
they would rather not face. They both did a feline version of levitation and exited the room in a full
blown panic. I quickly looked back at the bed and through a blue fog of obscenities I saw the bastard
scurry down behind the pillows. I grabbed a canoe paddle I keep handy for just such an occurrence and
leaped back to the bed. After 5 minutes or so of furious whacking, jabbing and stabbing I was sure
nothing could have survived. I couldn't find the corpse though. All I found was one severed spider leg. I know he is lurking down
there, somewhere behind the headboard and he's really pissed. He's just waiting for me too fall asleep.
I'll tell ya something, it's hard to sleep with one eye open and a canoe paddle cradled in your arms.
So inspired by this thread, the other thread on holiday advertising and Mr. O Riley, I
conducted my own survey. Here are the results, it has a margin of error of + or - 0%:
100% of people who are offended by someone wishing them a Merry Christmas, are idiots.
100% of people who are offended by casual exposure to a differing religious view, are idiots.
100% of people who choose whether to shop at a given store based on the phrasing of their holiday
advertising, are idiots.
100% of people who are offended by the Utah State Highway Patrols practice of placing white crosses at
the side of the road in places where patrolmen lost their lives in the line of duty, are idiots. (Yes
protest lawsuits against this are actually happening), and finally,
100% of people who don't think Bill O Riley is an idiot, are idiots.
Have a great weekend!!! http://koolsplace.com/images/eatdrink042.gif
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweek.gif
Step 1: Get can of Lysol
Step 2: Walking into loo holding can of Lysol before you.
Step 3: Spray as you enter.
Step 4: Chant (loudly) "BEGONE THOU EVIL CORRUPTION!"
Step 5: Enter stall.
Step 6: Squat a'vouz.
Step 7: Make loud noises of relief as you void the bladder.
Step 8: Walk out with an ear to ear grin. Perhaps your boss will think you need a personal day off.
Any type of food that is packaged in sleeves is 1 sleeve = 1 serving. Easy.
I can't help wondering how Eugene (Hank) is feeling this week about all this
'traditional' Irish hoopla. I suspect it's kind of how we Canadians feel when we meet someone from
another land that starts asking us about Mounties, beavers and maple syrup.
It's enough to make you want to toss your back bacon and Timmy's over the dorey with a flip of your
Sherwood.
Back to my igloo now.
We don't punch here. We kick.
If any font deserves to be lost and never found again (let alone used), it's this one. Woah!
I love Walmart for drawing people. So many people there seem to be in some kind of trance most of the time, moving slow. The nice thing about a DS is when you whip one out NOBODY suspects that you're doing anything other than playing a game. Certainly not the staff.
Though it can be a challenge to be drawing on a little screen while walking around.
damn you virgo! Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
http://koolsplace.com/images/qotweekclassic.gif
Since he rarely posts anything of his own, I dedicate this weeks Classic Quotes to the one and only Kool and a few of his more epic postings! :D
Here ya go.
Open Photoshop
Add Rain
Save
Close Photoshop
can you be a bit more detailed?
Well okay...
Open Photoshop
Add Rain
Save File
Close Photoshop
Alas, the new forum censor doesn't substitute, just bleeps so we must pancake the old
fashioned way - manually. This pancaking tradition goes back to the very beginnings of the GDF so we
must pancake often and we must pancake well. You can pancake by yourself or with a partner. Sometimes a
group pancake will be in order, but pancake we must, it is a GDF signature.
So I'm laying on the bed watching a little TV. A hint of movement catches my eye so I look
to the right. There on my pillow about 6 inches from my head stands a big, hairy, menacing looking
spider about the size of a small kangaroo. Now I'm not exactly sure of the precise sequence of what
happened next but I think it went something like this. PSS (post spider sighting) -.01 seconds: I levitated a foot or so off of the bed. PSS - .03 seconds: Using a primitive form of telekinesis accessible only during a state of high adrenaline. I teleported myself to the other side of the room.
My two cats were sleeping peacefully at the foot of the bed at this time. They had no idea what was
going on but they figured anything that would cause me to teleport across the room had to be something
they would rather not face. They both did a feline version of levitation and exited the room in a full
blown panic. I quickly looked back at the bed and through a blue fog of obscenities I saw the bastard
scurry down behind the pillows. I grabbed a canoe paddle I keep handy for just such an occurrence and
leaped back to the bed. After 5 minutes or so of furious whacking, jabbing and stabbing I was sure
nothing could have survived. I couldn't find the corpse though. All I found was one severed spider leg. I know he is lurking down
there, somewhere behind the headboard and he's really pissed. He's just waiting for me too fall asleep.
I'll tell ya something, it's hard to sleep with one eye open and a canoe paddle cradled in your arms.
So inspired by this thread, the other thread on holiday advertising and Mr. O Riley, I
conducted my own survey. Here are the results, it has a margin of error of + or - 0%:
100% of people who are offended by someone wishing them a Merry Christmas, are idiots.
100% of people who are offended by casual exposure to a differing religious view, are idiots.
100% of people who choose whether to shop at a given store based on the phrasing of their holiday
advertising, are idiots.
100% of people who are offended by the Utah State Highway Patrols practice of placing white crosses at
the side of the road in places where patrolmen lost their lives in the line of duty, are idiots. (Yes
protest lawsuits against this are actually happening), and finally,
100% of people who don't think Bill O Riley is an idiot, are idiots.