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Yep, it's time again for a post full of mindless rambling courtesy of me and my Ant colony. Although, the colony's in turmoil at the moment...damn cockroaches. Anyway, lets begin with...Metal Gear Solid 2.
Playing MGS2 has made me realise how much the original meant to me. I am literally thinking of sending an e-mail to Konami just thanking them for the pleasure they gave me with MGS, and I'll be damned (in a metaphorical sense) if it wouldn't make a better movie than Tomb Raider. MGS2 is of course fantastic, my full views are in Smeagol's topic on FOG Prime, and I'll post a proper review when I've finished it. Only problem so far is Rose...how ignorant can you get!?
Campbell: Please Rose, for the mission and his life, call him Raiden when you talk on Codec.
Rose: Okay. Jack, how are you?
Campbell: erm...
Rose: Jack, are you okay!?
Campbell: Call him Raiden
Rose: Oh Jack, I'm cooking dinner tonight!
That brings me onto another point...while Raiden is on a life-and-death mission for him and the President, she's busy telling him about when they first met!
*Raiden's trying to destroy Metal Gear RAY, when his CODEC bleeps*
Raiden: Rose!?
Rose: Oh Jack, will you bring me something home??
Apart from Rose, MGS2 rules, no doubt about it.
Off to another completely unrelated point. English. This is usually my favourite subject, especially when writing stories or producing some other sort of original writing. But ever since we had this Russian trainee come along and teach us, we've done nothing but poetry. We look in these big poem books, and read them. And then we write about them!!! AND THEN WE WRITE ABOUT THE AUTHOR!!
There's nothing wrong with poetry, it's just not my thing. But...4 weeks in a row!? Three lessons per week!? I am literally having all life squeezed out of me by Mrs Stevenson and her cronies.
My saving grace was when the class character, who had to sit next to a Welsh teacher with no sense of humour who reminds me of a witch, said to her: "I love your scarf Mrs Kranmer, it really does it for me."
Do I really want to spend hours of my life comparing language of poems from different cultures? No, as much as I hate to say it, I'd rather spend an hour with Lee Bowyer...or come to think of it, maybe not...
Remember, Lee Bowyer = gormless punk.
I started to listen to a band called Del Amitri today. They were rather good. Very good, in fact. Lots of variety as well. That brings me onto the subject of music. Today at lunchtime we were listening to some god-awful garage music on the stereo, where some twonk was saying what I heard as, "bi-bo-bi-ba-be-bu-bo-bi-bo-be-ba-bi" at an extremely fast speed, when a boy from another class tarted chanting along with it, trying to show off. I know this guy and he's all right, but, to me he sounded like a total and utter...words cannot describe it. I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised if we'd been joined by a constipated baboon!
Remember that question I asked in a previous banter?? If there was a reason that both vacuum and hoover had two of the same vowels, one after another. Well, I believe I know the answer. No, there is no reason, shockingly enough.
I just realised, Star Wars: Episode 2 is out soon. If it;s anything like Episode 1, then it will obviously be fantastic. *apples are thrown viciously at Ant*
Ah well, at least it wasn't bananas.
That smoothly takes me over to the subject of fruit. I hate fruit. Detest it. There is not one fruit I will eat on it's own. I will drink fruit juice, eat fruit-flavoured sweets but not fruit. If bananas are not the most disgusting thing on Earth, then I'm Elvis Presley. Which I obviously am not, because he was abducted by aliens.
__________________________
Question from Ice Blaster: Where is the frog?
If you're bored enough to answer, reply...wherever. Confuse your friends by telling them the answer.
__________________________
Well, I'm tired now and I want to go to bed and play MGS2, so I'll leave it here. This brings me to the end of another terrible, excrutiatingly stupid Banter. Anyway, on a serious note, if you did read this then I thank-you, because it means you took a few precious minutes out of your one and only life, to read something written by me.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
Playing MGS2 has made me realise how much the original meant to me. I am literally thinking of sending an e-mail to Konami just thanking them for the pleasure they gave me with MGS, and I'll be damned (in a metaphorical sense) if it wouldn't make a better movie than Tomb Raider. MGS2 is of course fantastic, my full views are in Smeagol's topic on FOG Prime, and I'll post a proper review when I've finished it. Only problem so far is Rose...how ignorant can you get!?
Campbell: Please Rose, for the mission and his life, call him Raiden when you talk on Codec.
Rose: Okay. Jack, how are you?
Campbell: erm...
Rose: Jack, are you okay!?
Campbell: Call him Raiden
Rose: Oh Jack, I'm cooking dinner tonight!
That brings me onto another point...while Raiden is on a life-and-death mission for him and the President, she's busy telling him about when they first met!
*Raiden's trying to destroy Metal Gear RAY, when his CODEC bleeps*
Raiden: Rose!?
Rose: Oh Jack, will you bring me something home??
Apart from Rose, MGS2 rules, no doubt about it.
Off to another completely unrelated point. English. This is usually my favourite subject, especially when writing stories or producing some other sort of original writing. But ever since we had this Russian trainee come along and teach us, we've done nothing but poetry. We look in these big poem books, and read them. And then we write about them!!! AND THEN WE WRITE ABOUT THE AUTHOR!!
There's nothing wrong with poetry, it's just not my thing. But...4 weeks in a row!? Three lessons per week!? I am literally having all life squeezed out of me by Mrs Stevenson and her cronies.
My saving grace was when the class character, who had to sit next to a Welsh teacher with no sense of humour who reminds me of a witch, said to her: "I love your scarf Mrs Kranmer, it really does it for me."
Do I really want to spend hours of my life comparing language of poems from different cultures? No, as much as I hate to say it, I'd rather spend an hour with Lee Bowyer...or come to think of it, maybe not...
Remember, Lee Bowyer = gormless punk.
I started to listen to a band called Del Amitri today. They were rather good. Very good, in fact. Lots of variety as well. That brings me onto the subject of music. Today at lunchtime we were listening to some god-awful garage music on the stereo, where some twonk was saying what I heard as, "bi-bo-bi-ba-be-bu-bo-bi-bo-be-ba-bi" at an extremely fast speed, when a boy from another class tarted chanting along with it, trying to show off. I know this guy and he's all right, but, to me he sounded like a total and utter...words cannot describe it. I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised if we'd been joined by a constipated baboon!
Remember that question I asked in a previous banter?? If there was a reason that both vacuum and hoover had two of the same vowels, one after another. Well, I believe I know the answer. No, there is no reason, shockingly enough.
I just realised, Star Wars: Episode 2 is out soon. If it;s anything like Episode 1, then it will obviously be fantastic. *apples are thrown viciously at Ant*
Ah well, at least it wasn't bananas.
That smoothly takes me over to the subject of fruit. I hate fruit. Detest it. There is not one fruit I will eat on it's own. I will drink fruit juice, eat fruit-flavoured sweets but not fruit. If bananas are not the most disgusting thing on Earth, then I'm Elvis Presley. Which I obviously am not, because he was abducted by aliens.
__________________________
Question from Ice Blaster: Where is the frog?
If you're bored enough to answer, reply...wherever. Confuse your friends by telling them the answer.
__________________________
Well, I'm tired now and I want to go to bed and play MGS2, so I'll leave it here. This brings me to the end of another terrible, excrutiatingly stupid Banter. Anyway, on a serious note, if you did read this then I thank-you, because it means you took a few precious minutes out of your one and only life, to read something written by me.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
Poetry rules.
Ant, if you have the same Anthology as me - the one with the white cover, red/orange stripe down one side, has the 'My Ants In Africa' poem in - look at the first few pages. Simon Armitage, excellent stuff. Written to express, not to impress, and there are so many deeper levels of meaning that you can spend hours anylyzing it all.
'It Ain't What You Do, It's What It Does To You' is a particuler fave.
Ant, if you have the same Anthology as me - the one with the white cover, red/orange stripe down one side, has the 'My Ants In Africa' poem in - look at the first few pages. Simon Armitage, excellent stuff. Written to express, not to impress, and there are so many deeper levels of meaning that you can spend hours anylyzing it all.
'It Ain't What You Do, It's What It Does To You' is a particuler fave.
Thanks Grix, appreciate the comments. I think my views are sort of the same, as my reply to your Idea topic proves.
I have to say I was a little surprised to see something I'd posted last night, already on the second page being replaced by topics like "is my face safe if I put it in a microwave" etc. Maybe one or two topics, but there were about 10 of them from gormless newbies trying to look cool by imitating people like monkey_man and Snuggly. Grr.
I have to say I was a little surprised to see something I'd posted last night, already on the second page being replaced by topics like "is my face safe if I put it in a microwave" etc. Maybe one or two topics, but there were about 10 of them from gormless newbies trying to look cool by imitating people like monkey_man and Snuggly. Grr.
You're not far wrong Ant. Problem is, I want to read your rubbish, but I don't want to read most rubbish. Your rubbish is entertaining, the rest of the rubbish is... not good.
I didn't even see this until you popped it. It's a shame too, because we're overflowing with crappy topics that have people copying eachother's topics.
(The unclean, as I sure they are. Let us kill them all.)
Perhaps not. But surely we could somehow limit the amount of topics...? There are so many...
(Unclean.)
Yeah, so many of them now, that even limiting them to one topic a day would end up with the damn forums overflowing. Perhaps the system is wrong, and we should have a better way of finding our way through topics. Not that I can think of any.
I didn't even see this until you popped it. It's a shame too, because we're overflowing with crappy topics that have people copying eachother's topics.
(The unclean, as I sure they are. Let us kill them all.)
Perhaps not. But surely we could somehow limit the amount of topics...? There are so many...
(Unclean.)
Yeah, so many of them now, that even limiting them to one topic a day would end up with the damn forums overflowing. Perhaps the system is wrong, and we should have a better way of finding our way through topics. Not that I can think of any.
Your Honour wrote:
> Good post Ant!
>Completely pointless,
Hehe, what isn't nowadays on this forum though? {:)
> Good post Ant!
>Completely pointless,
Hehe, what isn't nowadays on this forum though? {:)
Good post Ant!
Completely pointless, but a good read nonetheless.
Completely pointless, but a good read nonetheless.
Fruit is nice. Especially those little satsuma things that you can peel really easily and when you bite into a segment juice squirts everywhere... .
Anyway! I should be getting MGS2 tonight Ant, that'll make you happy. I shall play it for a week then sell it onto my mate for 15 quid less and get two DVDs with the money. I rule.
Nice banter, keep em up. They always amuse me.
Anyway! I should be getting MGS2 tonight Ant, that'll make you happy. I shall play it for a week then sell it onto my mate for 15 quid less and get two DVDs with the money. I rule.
Nice banter, keep em up. They always amuse me.
Very pointless and completely mad. Haven't played MGS2 or MGS1 for that matter. The frog is in your drink. There is nothing wrong with fruit. I couldn't wait to get out of English lessons. All we did was talk about politics. Was that all?
Yep, it's time again for a post full of mindless rambling courtesy of me and my Ant colony. Although, the colony's in turmoil at the moment...damn cockroaches. Anyway, lets begin with...Metal Gear Solid 2.
Playing MGS2 has made me realise how much the original meant to me. I am literally thinking of sending an e-mail to Konami just thanking them for the pleasure they gave me with MGS, and I'll be damned (in a metaphorical sense) if it wouldn't make a better movie than Tomb Raider. MGS2 is of course fantastic, my full views are in Smeagol's topic on FOG Prime, and I'll post a proper review when I've finished it. Only problem so far is Rose...how ignorant can you get!?
Campbell: Please Rose, for the mission and his life, call him Raiden when you talk on Codec.
Rose: Okay. Jack, how are you?
Campbell: erm...
Rose: Jack, are you okay!?
Campbell: Call him Raiden
Rose: Oh Jack, I'm cooking dinner tonight!
That brings me onto another point...while Raiden is on a life-and-death mission for him and the President, she's busy telling him about when they first met!
*Raiden's trying to destroy Metal Gear RAY, when his CODEC bleeps*
Raiden: Rose!?
Rose: Oh Jack, will you bring me something home??
Apart from Rose, MGS2 rules, no doubt about it.
Off to another completely unrelated point. English. This is usually my favourite subject, especially when writing stories or producing some other sort of original writing. But ever since we had this Russian trainee come along and teach us, we've done nothing but poetry. We look in these big poem books, and read them. And then we write about them!!! AND THEN WE WRITE ABOUT THE AUTHOR!!
There's nothing wrong with poetry, it's just not my thing. But...4 weeks in a row!? Three lessons per week!? I am literally having all life squeezed out of me by Mrs Stevenson and her cronies.
My saving grace was when the class character, who had to sit next to a Welsh teacher with no sense of humour who reminds me of a witch, said to her: "I love your scarf Mrs Kranmer, it really does it for me."
Do I really want to spend hours of my life comparing language of poems from different cultures? No, as much as I hate to say it, I'd rather spend an hour with Lee Bowyer...or come to think of it, maybe not...
Remember, Lee Bowyer = gormless punk.
I started to listen to a band called Del Amitri today. They were rather good. Very good, in fact. Lots of variety as well. That brings me onto the subject of music. Today at lunchtime we were listening to some god-awful garage music on the stereo, where some twonk was saying what I heard as, "bi-bo-bi-ba-be-bu-bo-bi-bo-be-ba-bi" at an extremely fast speed, when a boy from another class tarted chanting along with it, trying to show off. I know this guy and he's all right, but, to me he sounded like a total and utter...words cannot describe it. I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised if we'd been joined by a constipated baboon!
Remember that question I asked in a previous banter?? If there was a reason that both vacuum and hoover had two of the same vowels, one after another. Well, I believe I know the answer. No, there is no reason, shockingly enough.
I just realised, Star Wars: Episode 2 is out soon. If it;s anything like Episode 1, then it will obviously be fantastic. *apples are thrown viciously at Ant*
Ah well, at least it wasn't bananas.
That smoothly takes me over to the subject of fruit. I hate fruit. Detest it. There is not one fruit I will eat on it's own. I will drink fruit juice, eat fruit-flavoured sweets but not fruit. If bananas are not the most disgusting thing on Earth, then I'm Elvis Presley. Which I obviously am not, because he was abducted by aliens.
__________________________
Question from Ice Blaster: Where is the frog?
If you're bored enough to answer, reply...wherever. Confuse your friends by telling them the answer.
__________________________
Well, I'm tired now and I want to go to bed and play MGS2, so I'll leave it here. This brings me to the end of another terrible, excrutiatingly stupid Banter. Anyway, on a serious note, if you did read this then I thank-you, because it means you took a few precious minutes out of your one and only life, to read something written by me.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
Playing MGS2 has made me realise how much the original meant to me. I am literally thinking of sending an e-mail to Konami just thanking them for the pleasure they gave me with MGS, and I'll be damned (in a metaphorical sense) if it wouldn't make a better movie than Tomb Raider. MGS2 is of course fantastic, my full views are in Smeagol's topic on FOG Prime, and I'll post a proper review when I've finished it. Only problem so far is Rose...how ignorant can you get!?
Campbell: Please Rose, for the mission and his life, call him Raiden when you talk on Codec.
Rose: Okay. Jack, how are you?
Campbell: erm...
Rose: Jack, are you okay!?
Campbell: Call him Raiden
Rose: Oh Jack, I'm cooking dinner tonight!
That brings me onto another point...while Raiden is on a life-and-death mission for him and the President, she's busy telling him about when they first met!
*Raiden's trying to destroy Metal Gear RAY, when his CODEC bleeps*
Raiden: Rose!?
Rose: Oh Jack, will you bring me something home??
Apart from Rose, MGS2 rules, no doubt about it.
Off to another completely unrelated point. English. This is usually my favourite subject, especially when writing stories or producing some other sort of original writing. But ever since we had this Russian trainee come along and teach us, we've done nothing but poetry. We look in these big poem books, and read them. And then we write about them!!! AND THEN WE WRITE ABOUT THE AUTHOR!!
There's nothing wrong with poetry, it's just not my thing. But...4 weeks in a row!? Three lessons per week!? I am literally having all life squeezed out of me by Mrs Stevenson and her cronies.
My saving grace was when the class character, who had to sit next to a Welsh teacher with no sense of humour who reminds me of a witch, said to her: "I love your scarf Mrs Kranmer, it really does it for me."
Do I really want to spend hours of my life comparing language of poems from different cultures? No, as much as I hate to say it, I'd rather spend an hour with Lee Bowyer...or come to think of it, maybe not...
Remember, Lee Bowyer = gormless punk.
I started to listen to a band called Del Amitri today. They were rather good. Very good, in fact. Lots of variety as well. That brings me onto the subject of music. Today at lunchtime we were listening to some god-awful garage music on the stereo, where some twonk was saying what I heard as, "bi-bo-bi-ba-be-bu-bo-bi-bo-be-ba-bi" at an extremely fast speed, when a boy from another class tarted chanting along with it, trying to show off. I know this guy and he's all right, but, to me he sounded like a total and utter...words cannot describe it. I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised if we'd been joined by a constipated baboon!
Remember that question I asked in a previous banter?? If there was a reason that both vacuum and hoover had two of the same vowels, one after another. Well, I believe I know the answer. No, there is no reason, shockingly enough.
I just realised, Star Wars: Episode 2 is out soon. If it;s anything like Episode 1, then it will obviously be fantastic. *apples are thrown viciously at Ant*
Ah well, at least it wasn't bananas.
That smoothly takes me over to the subject of fruit. I hate fruit. Detest it. There is not one fruit I will eat on it's own. I will drink fruit juice, eat fruit-flavoured sweets but not fruit. If bananas are not the most disgusting thing on Earth, then I'm Elvis Presley. Which I obviously am not, because he was abducted by aliens.
__________________________
Question from Ice Blaster: Where is the frog?
If you're bored enough to answer, reply...wherever. Confuse your friends by telling them the answer.
__________________________
Well, I'm tired now and I want to go to bed and play MGS2, so I'll leave it here. This brings me to the end of another terrible, excrutiatingly stupid Banter. Anyway, on a serious note, if you did read this then I thank-you, because it means you took a few precious minutes out of your one and only life, to read something written by me.
Thanks for reading, Ant.