Frankie: Okay, this is the picture. Johnny's been hurt. He's been hurt bad.
Woman: Look, we can't leave him here, we can't. Look, he's in a pool of blood. He's gonna die, I know it.
Frankie: We've gotta leave him here, honey. We gotta. He won't talk, I promise you that! Will you Johnny?
Woman: Frankie, I don't care whether he talks or not, I just can't leave him like this.
Johnny: Listen. Leave me here I... I... I can ... I can ... handle it.
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...
[interlude]
Frankie: The cops are outside. Luke's in the car. Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint.
Woman: Frankie, when they get here wer're gonna be dead, I know we are! We don't have agun!
Frankie: Listen. We got three million... Listen, [spud]. We got three million in the can, here. We can't look after him, I'll send a third to his mother. Come on, let's just get out of this place, we can do it!
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...
[interlude]
Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word "Go" we just..., we just go through it and blast at the same time.

She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo

[movie like speech:]
Woman: Hey, there's a really terrific dress shop. Can we stop this raid while I buy a new gown?
Frankie: I'll buy you the whole factory, sweetheart. Don't worry.

That night, the double crosser got it right
Pretending he was really dim
He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn)
He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun
They'd left a note to lead him on
The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet-
Early thirties gangster movies
Set to spellbind population
From Chicago to Hong Kong
Via Istanbul the Talking Tong
Dirty rats thru' prohibition
Money flowed thru gangsterism
Acting out this fantasy
In Hollywoods vicinity
The best part for the best rendition
Al Capone he sent to prison
Citizen Kane came fast and quickly
Conquerin ol' New York City
Poking fun at superstition
Media became television Give me Cagney anyday
Or Jimmy Stewart for President
Or Edward 'G' and all those guys
Who always shoot between the eyes
Between the eyes
Between the eyes

[movie like speech:]
Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend?
Spade: Allright. So you've got me in it. What about her?
Brigid: Don't worry about me, I'm okay
Kasper: Very magnanimous, sir, very magnanimous indeed, ha, ha, ha
Mr. Cairo: You mean..., you won't make us an offer we... we can't refuse...

Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
Chances could call, and accept that, be no other
Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour
Chance is the fruit, will outlive, what is now the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other
Media Kings give us now give us total movie
Straight right now, give it clear, give us total movie
Now being here, being now, being here believing

[movie like speeches:]
Man: I don't know which words to put in there sweetheart, you know, I can't do it. Pretty kind of useless, though, don't you think so Mary?

Man: Come with me to the far lands of Baghdad.
Woman: Oh, if only I could. That's what I want more than anything in the world, but it could never be...
Man: Of course it can...
Woman: But my father would find us wherever we went. Yes, he has forbidden me to... to even speak to you, if he finds me now. I don't know what he'd do...
Man: But he doesn't know that I'm... I'm a prince. Before, I was the thief of Baghdad now...
Woman: It doesn't matter...
Man: Then follow me, darling, follow me now to the ends of the Earth

One on one to talk to you
Like film stars they get close to you
You've mirrored his appeal
He wants you so, he wants to be beside you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always see
The meeting of true love and she
This silent night and I,
I guess a lonely mind might see
I've seen love on the screen
I've seen a screen goddesss and me-oh
How often this, how often, this the power of you
And so, I must confess
Whatever I see
I'm meant to be there with you
With you with you
Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago
My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints
Stardom greats I've followed closely Closer than the nearest heartbeat
Longer that expected-ther were great-
Oh love oh love just to see them
Acting on the silver screen, oh my
Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan
Fantasy would fill my life and I
Love fantasy so much
Did you see in the morning light
I really talked, yes I did, to Gods early dawning light
And I was privileged to be as I am to this day
To be with you. To be with you

[movie actor like speech:]
Mr. Cairo: Listen. I have arranged this display for... for all of you people to... to come here this evening and I... I know you have been searched, but, what you... you don't realize is, is that in the back of the Maltese Falcon, I have it ...

Friends of Mr. Cairo, Jon and Vangelis
I'm thinking that this would give Doug a full set of "30's-movie gangster" skills, along with a zoot suit, trenchcoat, and Tommy-gun. On the flip side, he has to talk in film noir style for the duration, see?
-Rob Kelk
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

I'm going to ask that this thread not have any comments just the URL to a website and a short 3 or 5 line description of the site.
I'm sure the websites will generate messages, but please start a new thread to refute them or talk about them.
I'd like to see this thread become a easy to search list of Pro & Con, Republican & Democrat or Liberal & Conservative websites.
Here are a few web sites that I check regularly.
powerlineblog.com/
A conservative blog with Republican leanings.
www.tonguetied.us/
A site focused on listing sensorship of free speech world wide. At the moment it seems to be conservative, but I have seen it seem liberal. I believe it is run by a conservative Athiest that likes Israel.
brainterminal.com/
A Conservative web site listing material and articles from all over the web. I think it's less Republican focused than the powerline blog.
www.alternativescience.com/
This defies all one word catagories except possibly Fringe. It will make you think about science and help to understand that science isn't as sharply defined or cut and dried as the main stream text books and science magazines imply.
junkscience.com/
A conservative site focused on debunking the sources the liberals often reach for.
www.science-frontiers.com/sfonline.htm
A site for a magazine dedicated to listing the oddities and observations that fall outside accepted scientific theories.

I know these sites will generate comments, but please just list your anwsering websites in this thread and put any discussion in a different thread.

howard melton
God bless

Here is something on Anime Addventure I think is pretty good. If anyone would care to add to it that would be great. Every time I try to add to it the end result looks like crap to me due to my extreme inexperience as a writer.
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One, two, three, four...
Hrmm!
One, two, (one, two, three, four!)
Let me tell you how it will be;
There's one for you, nineteen for me.
'Cause Im the taxman,
Yeah, Im the taxman.
Should five per cent appear too small,
Be thankful I don't take it all.
'Cause Im the taxman,
Yeah, Im the taxman.
(if you drive a car, car - Ill tax the street;
(if you try to sit, sit - Ill tax your seat;
(if you get too cold, cold - Ill tax the heat;
(if you take a walk, walk - I'll tax your feet.
Taxman!
'Cause Im the taxman,
Yeah, Im the taxman.
Don't ask me what I want it for, (ah-ah, mister Wilson)
If you don't want to pay some more. (ah-ah, mister heath)
'Cause Im the taxman,
Yeah, Im the taxman.
Now my advice for those who die, (taxman)
Declare the pennies on your eyes. (taxman)
'Cause Im the taxman,
Yeah, Im the taxman.
And you're working for no one but me.
Taxman!
Taxman, The Beatles
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''

-- James Nicoll

Reading Griever's work, and Drakensis' _Buffy_ offering, and I traipsed down a rather interesting line of thinking..
Whatif: Transfictionality. ok, accepted as a given.
Let's look at immoral behavior, found in such luminaries as Bill Gates, the CEO of Enron, etc, etc.. So, a corellation that immorality _can_ lead to power in this world.
So we've got a hypothetical immoral (amoral) person, with great financial resources in this world, which is transfictionally enabled. Add a T-fic jump device, and we're rolling..

Quote:

---

"So how did your day go, honey?"
"Oh, I hit the Buffyverse, met Angel."
"How'd that go?"
"Shot him in the fucking head. We got any ham left?"
"Yeah, it's in the freezer, sorry."
"You know, I wasn't expecting those holy-water hollowpoints to work on a Demon Lord."
"There's no reason why they shouldn't... can you grab me a glass of OJ while you're in there?"
"Sure, sure.. anyway, as that implied, I met the 'Master', and, well.."
"Shot him in the fucking head?"
"Heh. Tomorrow I think I'm gonna drop back in on the Evangelion universe. I should be able to land just in time to prep for that diamond-looking Angel"
"How are you going to handle that?"
"Audio gun. shake the ugly bastard to death."
"How are you going to get around the AT Field?"
"It's a religious artifact- shouldn't work on a nonbeliever. Failing that, I'll just let Shinji shoot it in the fucking head"
"That should take care of it.. where's my OJ?"

---

Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don't know where I am goin' to.
Silk suit,black tie,
I don't need a reason why.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
gold watch, diamond ring,
I ain' missin'not a single thing.
And cufflinks, stick pin
when I step out I'm gonna do you in.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Top coat, top hat,
I don't worry coz my wallet's fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
lookin' sharp and lookin' for love.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
ZZ Top, "Sharp Dressed Man."
Effect: Aside from one, er, 'memorable' incident during the Sailor Moon step, summons a simulacrum of Tuxedo Mask, just like any of the other simulacra songs.

(note: this got completely out of control on me, and got waay too big. But after all that typing, darned if I wasn't going to share the pain. )
THE FOLLOWING STAGGERBUNNY HAS BEEN RATED GS (GRATUITOUSLY SILLY) BY THE IMAGINARY PICTURES ASSOCIATION OF AMERICA
Loonatic's Travel Journal
Location: /dev/null
Date:
I want to make this utterly, absolutely clear up front: It Was Not My Fault.
(I can just *see* Hexe curling up, Katlike, on the couch, eyes glinting with vindictive mischief as she settles in for Yet Another Em-bare-assing Sangnoir Story. The only reason I'm writing this down is because I *know,* beyond any doubt, that it'll all come out someday. Somehow. That's just how my life goes.).
Anyway, it really wasn't. I blame the neurotoxins. Or maybe the bananna. And the youma definitely comes in for some blame too.
(Pipe down, Hexe, *I'm* telling this story. Good grief, I haven't seen her in *years* now, but just the memories are powerful enough that sometimes it's like I have this little chibi-Hexe riding on my shoulder, doing snarky commentary on my misadventures. Some guys get succubi -- *I* get a rapier-witted weather witch who just happens to also be my CO)
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Anyway, the Senshi and I were slamdancing with the latest monster-of-the-week, and I was trying to gauge just how much I should pitch in (and wondering where the unusually tardy Tuxedo Mask was), when Usagi stepped on the bananna.
Now, I've been a soldier for quite a few years, and seen quite a few utterly ludicrous battlefield pratfalls (many, I must humbly confess, caused by Yours Truly), but I have *never* --before or since-- ever seen anyone actually commit the bananna gag. At least, never unintentionally.
But then, that's Usagi for you.
The moment I saw her start to slip, I combat-hyped and charged in from my position almost directly behind her. That gave me a perfect slo-mo view of what happened next.
The bananna *squirted* out of its peel exactly the way they do in reel life but not in real life, shooting straight towards the youma, which was charging up for a new shot on Usagi. Who was free-falling in mid-"yaaaah!" towards a perfect butt-first pancake landing. I was diving for her, to either catch or cover, when I noticed the bananna shoot straight up the youma's left nostril.
I'm no precog, but as the entire battlezone suddenly fell silent, I suddenly felt an oppressive sensation of *doom.*
We all just stood there for a second, caught up in the unbelievable surreality of the moment (aside from Usagi, who hit the ground and bounced with a loud "OWIE!"), staring at the youma, which was in turn starting cross-eyed at its own nose as if completely befuddled by this turn of events.
Then, without so much as a by-your-leave, thank-you-please, the youma *sneezed*, firing the (now quite slimy) bananna straight back along its original line of flight.
(whoever is reading this to Hexe had better stop and let her drag herself back onto the couch. Yes, Hexe, you *are* that predictable. Yes, I'm sure you *will* get me for this later. No, I will *not* bite you -- once was more than enough, thanks).
My field has protected me from cannon shells, lightning bolts, missiles, and even --on one memorable occasion-- a hypervelocity flying squirrel. A projectile snot bananna was nothing to worry about.
So of course the bloody thing comes straight through the field and *splats* across my goggles.
Remember how I mentioned neurotoxins earlier? Well, this youma secreted a lethal one, dangerous on skin contact and completely lethal if introduced into the bloodstream, from its skin, concentrated mostly in its claws. It didn't have any serious ranged attacks, which was why I'd been letting the girls practice their coordinated long-range fire on it.
Apparently, the secretions also took place in its mucous membranes.
Of course, it's very rare for anything to get through my field *untouched.* And that held in this case -- I didn't get poisoned.
I got *wasted.*
Looking back on it, I can only theorize that my field converted the contact neurotoxin on the bananna into, well, contact cannabis. I haven't been hit by anything that hard since I was in high school and experimented with-- um. Nevermind, I'm not sure the statute of limitations has expired yet.
All I remember is, one moment I'm in full combat mode and ready to rumble. The next, I'm wiping my goggles, laughing my arse off at the poor youma holding its nose with tears streaming down its cheeks, and feeling as if I had just finished a 33&1/3-hr Bugs Bunny marathon while stoned.
I was feeling so good, so full of peace and brotherhood for all things, that I just let it go when it turned and ran, apparently deciding it had had enough for the evening. Besides, I was laughing too hard to stay on my feet.
Makoto's face leaned into my line of sight eventually, looking concerned. I debated telling her how the halo effect of the St Elmo's Fire around her tiara's lightning rod flattered her, but then I suddenly realized the punch line from the 'tortoise-shelled clam' joke from years before, and busted out laughing again.
It didn't take long for my metabolism to start breaking down the invasive chemicals, but by the time my head started to clear, only a minute or two later, the girls were gone in pursuit of the monster. Mercury had managed a sufficient medical scan to be confident I was in no danger, and they'd left Luna to keep an eye on me.
I staggered upright, still feeling pretty mellow, but more or less tracking again. A pointing paw from Luna, and I loped off after the girls, singing "Don't Worry, Be Happy" under my breath (complete with sound FX). It really matched my current mood.
(No, Hexe. NO. N. O.)
When I caught up to them, no more than a minute later, they had the youma pretty well contained, but were having a heck of a time nailing it -- what it lacked in ranged counterattacks, it made up for in agility.
I couldn't help but think that the situation lacked... something. Something important. And that's when I had An Idea.
I was still a little high. I blame that for what happened next.
I called up a song that had always tickled my Talent, but never quite gelled into anything specific. This time, I felt my Talent sync right up, and giggled as I felt my Polykev armor start to melt and flow. One leap, and I found myself atop a streetlight above the battle.
"Have no fear, O beauteous warriors of Love and Justice!" I declaimed in my best Danny Kay voice. "For no force of evil may withstand our united might! Do it NOW, Sailor Moon!"
Usagi spun around, ponytails swirling and her eyes suddenly looking like big pink hearts (I swear, it really happens -- I think it's some kind of low-end metatalent), and started to squeal "TUXEDO M-- Doug-Sensei...?"
I swept my cape out with one arm and drew it back across in front of me, Bella Lugosi style. "Like Tuxedo Mask, Sailor Moon, I too am an ally to all those who fight for Love and Justice, though I am not he. For tonight, you may call me..." I cast my cape back to let it fly in the sudden gust of wind. "TUXEDO HELMET!"
Until that moment, I'd always thought that faceplants only happened in anime. Fortunately, they recovered and we were able to take down the youma before ZZ Top's "Sharp-Dressed Man" played out.
Mamoru never *did* show up that night, and I never got around to asking him why not before everything fell apart.
For the rest of my time with the girls, they never completely stopped teasing me about missing their "Tuxedo-Helmet-sama" -- it was still good for a giggle even towards the end, when it began to seem as if the light at the end of the tunnel had gone out.
I wonder if they remember?
(PS: Hexe? Don't. Even.)

There was a terrible sense of deja vu to waking up under cozy covers, with a mother's voice summoning me to breakfast. It had, after all, happened to me more than once. Not that there was anything terrible about what I've described - not at all.
It's just that it wasn't the bed I'd gone to sleep in - nor a mother that I'd heard the voice of before.
Trust me, when you get deja vu about that, your life is getting just a teensy bit complicated.
"Bunny!" came the voice again. "It's past eight o'clock!"
I crawled out from under the covers and called "Coming!" loud enough, I hoped, to be heard by whomever was yelling at me. Then I braced myself for the worst and looked into the mirror on top of the bedroom dresser.
I started whimpering almost immediately.
Blonde hair - an almost perfect match for the shade I had enjoyed in a previous life. Blue eyes - not quite right but close - I think. It's getting hard to remember for sure but I think that mine were darker than the eyes was now looking out of. Female - oh well. Male would have been nice, but I'm sure I can manage being a girl again. Two incredibly long (practically floor length!) ponytails descending from fist-sized knots of hair sticking up in the approximate location of Mickey Mouse ears.
I whimpered some more. Not only were they very silly, the meatball-head arrangement was far too distinctive.
If you ahven't guessed whose body I'd suddenly found myself riding, then you've obviously been hiding under some damp rock for the last decade or so of pop culture.
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I got a chance to sit down and do some writing while I was on vacation. There's a bit more, but I'm just about to fall asl...zzzzzzzz
D for Drakensis

You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.

How serious of a crime would y'all consider hacking?
I play on a small game (~600-700 during the day, ~400-500 at singa tz, hitting to around ~800 on weekends). Recently, there were some Chinese hackers that hacked the game and gave themselves a lot of resources. However, certain players gave their password out to these hackers who then used those characters to hack and give those characters resources too. The group in charge of the game decided to ban the hackers as well as those that took advantage of the hackers. Now, this has spawned a huge discussion on what exactly is the proper punishment for those that gave the hackers access to their accounts.
Assuming first time offense and only giving access, if you were the company, would you choose to ban their accounts (note: not the isp) anyway?
My personal inclination is yes, but I'm interested in what y'all think.

1. Quoth the Uchiha brat: "I will become stronger, even if I must eat the devil's fruit!" Hmmm... Girugiru Rocket no Jutsu? A lot of those Rubber Style fighting moves look like the stuff Snakepants pulls off with snaking limbs and neck, after all.
2. Air Gear is hyperactive highschoolers doing strange battles and playing extreeme sports, right? Sounds right up Ranma's alley.... now just for kicks, what if Furinkan kicked him out at the end of that year (Fo attackin' my staff and not wearin' da regulation haircut, brudda!) and he had to switch to the only other high school in Tokyo so lax it would let him in, where the ruling tough guys just discovered Air Trek... Sakigake Cromartie High. WHy? Because the idea of Mechazawa, Gorilla, Freddie Mercury, Mayashida, and Kamiyama vs. Ranma and the inevitable entourage of mostly-opponents-sometimes-allies in an Air Trek battle would be funny, espescially with the Nerima crew's poor history on skates.
- CDSERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
A kung-fu nun in a leather thong was no less extreme than anything else he had seen that day. - Rev. Dark's IST: Holy Sea World
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows