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Quote of the day from rantinan:

The thickness of one's skull is directly proportional to the amount of effort one's self and one's ancestors have spent beating their heads aginst walls.

I have no idea where I'm going to use it, but I am definitely going to use this somewhere! :)

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mareth_redorb
May. 10th, 2005 10:43 pm (UTC)
Obviously it's going to be when you next write up a little old Japanese martial artist immortal who has been testing this theory on a single family for the last five hundred years. I'm sure you'll be able to write a game around that :)
paradigmshifty
May. 10th, 2005 11:12 pm (UTC)
Don't tempt us... :-)
rantinan
May. 10th, 2005 11:57 pm (UTC)
the day you write a game based arround one of my quotes is the day i die a happy man.
So do it.
paradigmshifty
May. 11th, 2005 12:05 am (UTC)
You've played one of my games?
rantinan
May. 11th, 2005 05:27 am (UTC)
yes stephen.. Aka richard, aka kil kil kil aka Xencorp... the insane guy wiht the brown beard in melbourne
mareth_redorb
May. 11th, 2005 03:13 pm (UTC)
Why am I not surprised that you responded to this one. Hmm. Could it have been that I deliberately put forward an idea I knew you would find appealing?

Nah....

:)
paradigmshifty
May. 11th, 2005 03:20 pm (UTC)
I have more than enough on my plate at the moment without yet another bloody game to write... :-)
mareth_redorb
May. 11th, 2005 03:25 pm (UTC)
Well then, you shouldn't be listening to me, should you :)
paradigmshifty
May. 11th, 2005 03:30 pm (UTC)
[fingers in ears] la la la la la la la la la
mareth_redorb
May. 11th, 2005 03:36 pm (UTC)
*begins miming*

*hand passes over solar plexus*

*wave left foot in circular motion*

*point*
paradigmshifty
May. 11th, 2005 03:39 pm (UTC)
You do realise that a mime is a wonderful thing to waste...
mareth_redorb
May. 11th, 2005 03:46 pm (UTC)
*dodges shotgun blast*
halloranelder
May. 11th, 2005 06:37 pm (UTC)
Ah ha!

You have fallen for our clever ploy and fallen into the pit trap we had set next to you!
mareth_redorb
May. 11th, 2005 06:38 pm (UTC)
Damn. Well, there is nothing for it then, Go Go Gadget Helicopter!
halloranelder
May. 11th, 2005 07:26 pm (UTC)
[raspy]I'll get you next time, Gadget!, NEXT TIME![/raspy]
mareth_redorb
May. 11th, 2005 07:30 pm (UTC)
*Penny and Brains share knowing look*
greenglowgrrl
May. 11th, 2005 01:21 am (UTC)
My mother was apt to comment our thick skulls and attribute it to my father's side of the family. My father is the younger son of a firstborn son who has proved to be the direct descendant of Somerled, Lord of the Isles. Losing your grip on an early Celtic kingdom through many generations of infighting is probably a good example to support Rantinan's postulate.
halloranelder
May. 11th, 2005 07:27 pm (UTC)
Do I really need to point out that I'm not surprised?
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