I still think it should be "un composition de huit à dix pages," but to say so would be nitpicky...

Virtual Real Estate. I mean, virtual (i.e. not based on real resources or economic contribution) money made on the stock market is bad enough. But virtual (i.e. based purely on specifically set transistors on some server somewhere) virtual money is ridiculous. (But what do I know? The GDP of MMPORGs is estimated at around $4 billion.)

j'ai dit "un composition de huit ou dix pages" mais tu es correct, Paras. Je devrais dit "entre huit et dix pages." Je suis desolée. Et hier soir, qu'est-ce que j'ai fait? J'ai crée un singe des chaussettes rayés: bleu, orange, argent et rose. C'est très amusant.


And in non french, why do I feel like I know the guy dressed up as Mr. T? Anyone? Is that a local picture, or no? He looks a little too familiar to just be some nobody from another city.

bah, I haven't started my paper yet. merde.

Probally last post before I'm free!

Damn... only 13

oh yeah, I forgot to mention the rules I used to obtain my score. The rules are simple and are as follows:

1. You need name only the artist, not necessarily the name of the album. If you can identify the artist but not the name of the record, it counts.

2. If you're not sure whether or not your're right, it doesn't count. You have to be certain of what it is. You either know it or you don't.


And that's all there is to it.

Shit. I could only identify 34 out of 70 of these pixel-drawn record covers. Surely somebody can do better than my miserable score. Try it.

death only comes to the deserving.

freedom only comes with death

12 more hours til I get 12 hours of freedom!

That Mr. T getup is pretty fuckin schway.

And Eric, I hate to make fun of this picture, but I'm tellin ya: one of her eyes is lookin somewheres else!!!




SEE??? SEE!???