... but I just discovered it: She's Just Oblivious, a Haruhi Suzumiya vid.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

You all remember the Star Trek The Original Series episode "Assignment: Earth", right? With Gary Seven, a
Playboy playmate pretending to be a cat, and Terri Garr barely out of her teens? And could it have been any more
obviously a pilot for a spin-off?

Well, some devoted soul has "reconstructed" what the opening credits would have looked like had the series actually been picked up by NBC in 1968:
Version One, Version Two.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Okay, no sooner do I drop off the car at the body shop and get the rental, than the furnace suddenly starts misbehaving. The tech is here now, the repair is
going to cost $425.

I can haz skreem of despare now?
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

This is sort of a fic whose idea I floated on the Legendary channel a week or so ago, saying that I thought it was a bad idea and that I hoped that discussing
it would get my muse to shut up.

Instead, people said that they thought that a fic about dumping several different people in the place of the main characters of Macross Frontier had the
potential to be either or both awesome and hilarious.

You know who you are.

This is all your fault.

Freshly recorded right off the
screen in a theatre.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

Warning: Here Be Spoilers

Found this while snagging a track off Youtube to show Uni, and was utterly flabbergasted by how they managed to condense the entire movie to fit with the
premiere track of the score "Driving With The Top Down", and hit pretty much 95% of the awesome of the movie(presumably, the other 5% was cut for
length).
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."

Not as good as Casino Royale. Worth the price of admission. Very much in the new Bond style, with brutal fight scenes, an effective "who can you
trust" plot line and a few nice twists. Nice Goldfinger homage as well.

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Epsilon

"When they say they have people everywhere, they don't actually mean it!"

So, things we learned on a redside trip of blasting Nazis to hell:

- A team consisting of 4 masterminds(Bots/FF, Bots/FF, Bots/Dark, Mercs/Dark), brute(Elec/Elec), corruptor(Rad/Rad), and Bane Spider is....sliiiiightly unfair
to everything in firing range.

- Said team can drop Nossie in under 5 minutes, at full AV rank.

- Das Bunker is not used so much to isolate an AV as for hilarity as an AV runs in, to be confronted with four fully upgraded sets of minions. "O HAI.
*ZORCH*"

- Requiem's minions are a pain when you spawn three sets of reinforcements in about a minute because you're KILLING HIM THAT FAST.

- At the end of the day, a five AV task force, even if it's short, should be difficult to get a finishing time of 56 minutes, 47 seconds.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."

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

For those not int he know, Marianne Mac Hine was the first toon I built when I got my COH account in April of 2006. She's an axe/invulnerable tanker. She
finally amde it to 50! WHOO! Thank you everyone who helped her get there. Here's the story:

She had been in the middle of a mission in Cimerora, bashing Romans and saving Sybils when the call had come over the music on her MP3 player. She always
found that dance music when fighting was a great workout, something about the number of beats per minute. The call had interrupted North Starz Remix of
Moonlight Shadows, but that was ok, she could rewind. "Marianne here."



"Congratulations Marianne Mac Hine - " oh great, a telemarketer - "you have achieved your level 50 Security clearance." Slam, Gash,
Swoop. "Ms. Mac Hine?" The voice sounded tentative.



"Fighting, call me back later." She hung up and rewinded.



Marianne stood quietly and stoically along with a long line of other who had also achieved their Hero of the City award and were waiting for the
presentation ceremony by Statesman. She looked out t the sea of faces in front of her.



There were Bella and Morgan, Min and Wide, Felspar and Avon Ti, Meredith, Marcus and Space, and Margaret, her family, all centered in one spot; members of
The Legendary, right next to them - Vyperpunk, Enynn, Syndesis, Leafstyle and with them Zoe Dexter who had been in the mission with them when The Call had
come; and there, in the shadows, two figures that she could not see clearly. One she could guess was Mace. The other, she wondered if it was the Fortunata
Black who had been in with them on the fateful mission.



Fateful - snort. The sybils were saying they had known all along that the group was on it's way. Of course, the Romans hadn't been listening. Did
they ever?



She was able to smile and say a few inane words to Statesman when he shook her hand and pinned her medal onto her sash at her shoulder, but her eyes never
left the crowd. He wasn't there. She didn't hear anything that Statesman said after all the medals had been handed out, but it was probably a very
similar speech to the one she heard when Min and Morgan had been in this position. Marianne wondered if Statesman ever got tired of doing this. She guessed
it could have been a lot worse. She turned again to scan the crowd.



He wasn't here. There was no familiar body type, or hand gesture, no familiar tilt of the head, no familiar walk. Her heart sank a little bit. She
hadn't come right out and invited him, perhaps she should have. She held back a sigh as she followed the oher heroes off the stage. As they were milling
around the bottom of the steps she thought she heard one of them say "I'm going to DisneyWorld!", but she wasn't sure. Her? She'd go
home and sleep. Even the party in Pocket D didn't sound all that fun right now.



She accepted the cheering congratulations from her friends and said she'd meet them at the party. She waited until most of them had turned away from
her before she started heading for home. She had just walked off the City Hall grounds when she heard it. A familiar footfall, a familiar voice.
"Marianne?"