I don't know why, but I will have an answer within 24 hours, I hope -- and maybe the site back up.
Thanks to Ed Becerra for calling me and letting me know there is a problem. I'll be dealing with it ASAP.
Please don't flood my email -- which I haven't yet checked -- with notices; for all I know, actually, my email may be down, too. Aren't vacations wonderful.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Just to push my luck...
What do people think about a Freakazoid Step?
It's not a live franchise, it's a superhero genre, and I would really like to see how Doug got on in this universe! [grin]
Of course, he might be in danger of being out-looned...
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"It is the business of the future to be dangerous" - Hawkwind

OK, I know I'm mad...
Two big problems:
1) This is a live franchise.
2) Where would Doug fit in such a universe?
Thoughts?
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"It is the business of the future to be dangerous" - Hawkwind

Because I've had this stuck in my head for the past couple of days I figured I would share the wealth so to speak. Because of Doug's current situation the scene in my head has Doug dressed in a Blues Brother's outfit delivering the line, "I'm on a mission from Gods." Who is he saying it too? I have no idea. As a side note Gods is being pronounced God with a slight pause before the s is said for example "God...s" at least I think it is anyways.
With Doug's movie background I can almost see him saying that to some Genom flunkie.

Shawn Earl

{edit: added a few peroids}

She slid between the sheets with a hiss of silk against satin."Lights out," she murmured, and the apartment computer complied,obedient, faithful.Faithful.For years, GENOM has been her creed, her catechism, her god. She had been its good and faithful servant, and had been rewarded with paradise on earth.In the dark, as she drifted into the threshold between wakefulness and sleep, Kate could admit to herself that it was no longer enough. Her faith was dead. Her god was a hollow idol.And what had seemed Paradise was as much a prison.And even though she could never acknowledge it while fully awake, not even to herself, she didn't care any more.Absolute good.Absolute evil.When it came time to make a choice, she knew what side she would be on.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

In case you haven't noticed, I've added a forum for discussing anime music videos to the General area. In setting it up, I also moved the AMV topic from General/General to AMVs, although I've left a "shadow" behind so folks won't wonder where it's gone to.
Okay, people, go to town.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

This area is dedicated to the discussion and analysis of fan-made music videos featuring elements from anime. Trading and searches are welcome, as are discussions of legal, technical and stylistic issues.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

220K today -- the excitement is building...
Out of curiosity, if you're willing to say, how much of what you have planned for Episode 13 is left to do? That is to say, do you have a guess of what the total final size will be?

Move slowly
Beyond the colors of my eyes
Move slowly
Into the corners of my mind
Rising like the Pegasus
Each and every one of us
Released
Islands in the sea of dreams
Always searching harmony
And peace
All we find
Reject our mind
Don't you wonder why
If the war by heavens gate released desire
In the line of fire someone must have known
That a human heart demands to be admired
Cause in the Center of the Universe
We are all alone
Show me sign of paradise
A place we all would like to go to
Tell me what to sacrifice
So there's a chance for me to want you
All I find
Reject my mind
And I wonder why
If the war by heavens gate released desire
In the line of fire someone must have known
That a human heart demands to be admired
Cause in the Center of the Universe
We are all alone
I have a tale to be told won't you listen tonight
Follow me into the core of the fountain of light
Try to imagine that hope is our ship for the soul
[Over the ocean the quest of your life lies ahead]
Maybe together we'll find there's a place for us all
[Follow the star in your mind, sail along sail along]
If the war by heavens gate released desire
In the line of fire someone must have known
That a human heart demands to be admired
Cause in the Center of the Universe
We are all alone
Cause in the Center of the Universe
We are all alone
We're alone
We're alone
-- Kamelot, Center of the Universe
(If you don't know this song, and want to find out what it sounds like, you can download a free MP3 of it from the band's website on this page.)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I made one other discovery that day, not long after lunch ended. Among the CAD files for the brain designs were the masks used for burning the circuits of every electronic component in the design. Several were relatively new -- newer than most of the other filesthat collectively made up the brain designs; not by coincidence were they also the extra control circuitry that had been addedto the brain by GENOM. But those that didn't lay out GENOM's additions were among the oldest files in the set, suggesting that they hadn't changed since the original designer had finalized his prototype. I had been running a simulation of one of these chips, displaying its results using both a schematic and a projection of the final physical circuit. I was tracing the path of a particularly osbcure signal when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye -- something that had gone by a little too fast for me to actually see what it was, but not so fast that I couldn't realize that I had just seen something that seemed out of place.I suspended the sim and then stepped backwards through the signal's path until I saw it again -- a couple of little swirls in the circuit material, bright against the dull black substrate on which they rested, and unconnected to anything else. I dragged a zoombox over it and maximized the selection. Yeah. Just what I thought they were.Two romanji letters, in a cursive font, written in (virtual) precious metal: "KS"."It would appear," I said to the silent and empty lab without looking up from the screen, "that our mystery genius signed his work."Then I sat back from the monitor array and wondered what manner of interesting information that little tidbit might lead me to.

-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.