y2kewel

quote:Darn sleazy, if you ask me.

Ack I missed it. Happy B-day anyway boss.

Hey all. I just wanted to let you know that I'm free today and will be free again next thursday. I have my IM open most of the time now so let me know what's up. Im on aol and yahoo as y2kewel.

Hey all, sorry I've been gone for so long.

What? Microsoft has something that doesnÔÇÖt work? WhoÔÇÖd a thunk it?

That puts it at 11am for me so I'll be at work. Have fun guys.

The problems that I was having seem to be fixed now. Thanks SC.

Same here.

quote:Leave all that for the politians. Indeed. On second thought Street, I don't believe a response is necessary. If you'd like me to respond then I will. I believe my point has been made though.

Thank you Shingen for pointing out the SC's thread. I did read it though before making my last post and believe it to be well within the guidlines. I do however apologize for my contribution to taking this thread further off topic. Street, my response to you will be placed in its own thread.

Street quote:Not, to be offensive My ass, Street. You have been deliberately going out of your way to be as offensive as possible, and working hard to piss off as many people as possible. If you really want to avoid being offensive then bite your damn tongue. I love my country with all of my heart. I would kill for it in a New York second, and die for it just as quickly. I believe everyone has a right to express their opinion no matter how misguided. If you are not willing to stand up for what you say and actually answer questions posed to you about your position, then shut your yap. Until now I have been mildly amused by your willingness to believe every bit of garbage that floats into your view supporting your self-righteous sense of outrage about what America is doing in the world without the slightest bit of respectable support. So far you have sighted ÔÇ£ResistanceÔÇØ, a terrible rag of a magazine that spouts the most thinly veiled form of militant alarmism designed to excite only those that would easily be described as the ÔÇ£lowestÔÇØ common denominator of American society. You have also sighted among your sources a website that appears to be dedicated to the environment. Hey, thatÔÇÖs cool-- I have no problem with environmentalists at all, but when their report on the international court and President Bush canÔÇÖt be linked to any reputable journalistic or judicial sources, then perhaps another source for this ÔÇ£informationÔÇØ should be found. You also posted links, in one of your most recent tirades, to documents that threw you own arguments out the window. You did your oppositionÔÇÖs work for them. In case you havenÔÇÖt noticed, there has been a drop off in the number of responses to your posts. ThatÔÇÖs because you are no longer amusing. You are perfectly free to disagree with our leaders; this is a right granted to us by the Constitution, but it is not your right to blatantly disrespect those that you are talking about or to. Just as the protesters of Vietnam had the right to disagree with the current events of the time, they did not have the right to spit on our soldiers and call them ÔÇ£baby killersÔÇØ and ÔÇ£criminalsÔÇØ. Your insistence that our Commander and Chief is a war criminal and that he is committing ÔÇ£genocidal crimesÔÇØ against humanity are utterly offensive. You compared President Bush to Adolph Hitler, or at least quoted someone who did. I find it hard to believe that you did not know that this would be offensive, so it is apparent that you deliberately tried to offend everyone on these boards. Many of the people involved in these arguments are guilty of some minor name-calling and wanton bickering, but none have demonstrated the blatant disrespect and open loathing that you have for a country that you claim to have defended. Your most recent posts in several different threads have proven my position regarding the above comment concerning your attitude towards America. If your claims of being a military man and seeing war first hand are true, then I hold you in the highest respect, despite my harsh words. At the same time IÔÇÖm ashamed that a fellow veteran would act and talk the way you do. IÔÇÖll not ask you to prove your military history. I believe you to be a generally honest person, so I will take you at your word. Only you know the truth.

I have to work all weekend but my origanal time slot is still good.

I seem to have the wrong password for dercer 2. I can't seem to get in

Will be there

A man gets pulled over for speeding. The man's wife explanes to the officer the he couldn't have been speeding because "I never let him speed when he's been drinking."

I've got new managers at my work place so my schedule has been too unstable to predict. But late night AZ time should be ok, starting around 5:30am GMT.

I have to disagree with Lost here. To persecute a person after his price to society has been paid is utterly wrong. Revoking the rights of an individual robs them of certain opportunities to prove to themselves and society as a whole, that they are becoming, or have what it takes to become a productive member of society. Many criminals have worked hard to become very successful, honest and productive people. But not being allowed to vote has, in a sense, made them victims to the whims of those around them by taking away the ability to participate in processes that can and will affect their lives. If the gas company, or the electric company, or any other organization in the US isn't allowed to coerce you into paying them for the rest of your life for an overdue bill after youÔÇÖve settled it, regardless of weather or not you continue using their services. Then the government, state or federal, shouldnÔÇÖt be allowed to either.

I also tried to creat an account but never got the confirmation.

Sorry guys, unless I've done my math wrong that puts me at noon AZ time. I'll be at work but look forward to reading the reports.

I thought it might be fun for us all to flesh out and maybe RP our fondest memories of Paul Resnig. Kind of a Greatest hits if you will. All are welcome to contribute. Enjoy. RP Commander Augustus Damier stretched as he reclined in his high-backed, leather chair in his stateroom. Propping his feet up on the oak desk in front of him he reached into his shirt pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes and a gold Zippo lighter. A moment later he was enjoying the flavor and aroma of a custom blend tobaccos cured in vanilla and cherry extracts, with just a pinch of illegal tobacco, just to round out the taste. Computer. He said aloud. The computer chirped in reply, indicating that it was listening for instructions from him. Play some music for me. The usual selections. The computer chirped again in reply as the sounds of classical guitar began playing in the background. A moment later the comms unit on his desk chimed. God, cant I have just one minute of peace to myself? he stated somewhat irritated as he pressed the answer button. Yes, what is it? Im sorry to disturb you sir. Sandy Crane, the communications officers voice replied. You have two messages coming in from Sol system. Shall I rout them to your stateroom sir? Thats fine, Ill take them in here. The commander said, abruptly hitting the cancel button as he leaned forward in his chair and crushed out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. Turning his attention to the view screen near the left edge of his desk he tapped the flashing, messages button and watched as the monitor fuzzed a bit and auto adjusted for brightness and contrast. The first message opened. From: Nancy Damier Brooklyn, NY. Earth. Commander Damier watched as the recording of his mother fidgeted and fussed with the vid-screen that was obviously perched on the kitchen counter. Leaning back again he waited. Hello? Is this thing on? The woman in the recording asked as she smacked the side of the screen. She was wearing a terrycloth housecoat and had her hair up in curlers. Anyway, hello honey. Its your mother. She announced too loudly as if she was trying to actually shout across the galaxy to his ship. This is so exciting. She continued. I just heard from Susie, you know the admirals secretary, shes such a nice girl. She says that youre up for a promotion. Damiers mother was almost squealing with glee. Isnt that wonderful dear. Imagine, my son the Oh I can hardly contain myself. Anyway sweetheart, I have to go now. Mildred from next door is coming over. Were making scones. Bye bye honey. She started to reach for the end button then suddenly looked back into the display. By-the-way, call your mother. I never get to hear from you. The woman tapped a few buttons and smacked the side of the screen again causing the colors of the monitor to go wild and fill with static. Now how do you turn this silly thing off? Commander Damier watched as the flower patterned, tile of his mothers kitchen floor rush toward him before the display went black. I have to remember to get her a wall mounted COM unit the next time Im home. He pressed the flashing button again to continue on to the next message. It was from Commander Grossman, an old academy buddy now aboard the Interrogator patrolling Mars. Hey there Augie. A blond haired, officer in his thirties said to him through the vid-screen. Unless youve heard from your mother already, Ive been given the honor of letting you know that youre being promoted. GALCOM HQ gave me some long-winded, official looking letter to read to you. Something about all four delegates being safely delivered to LV-130 or some such sh**. I didnt know you were running a limo service. Anyway bud, official ceremonies will be held at HQ as soon as you get back. Ive read your report about what happened, pretty amazing stuff. It looks like you really deserve these. The officer made a motion as if to point over Damiers shoulder. The commander turned to see his replicator unit producing a set of Supreme Commander rank insignias. Picking up the devices he examined them for a moment. He felt stunned as he attached them to his collar. Congratulations sir. His friend continued, making a mockery of a salute in the viewer. Oh, before I forget. Heather, the waitress from the One Eyed Weasel in New Orleans wanted me to tell you that she misses you and cant wait to pick up where you two left off. Whatever that means. Commander Grossman gave a sly wink. Well bud, got things to do. Catch you planet side. Later. The screen again went black. Though whether it was because the message ended or because of something else was unknown because at that exact moment the ship rocked wildly as Damier was thrown to the deck. The stateroom went pitch black a second before the red emergency lights came on. The computer sputtered and crackled. Warning, DamageDamageDamdazzzt. This cant be good. Commander Damier stated as he picked himself up from the stateroom deck and headed, double time, out into the passageway. Captain on the bridge! Everyone snapped to attention as Commander Damier arrived and took his captains chair. As you were. The commander replied as he lit up a (normal) cigarette. Whats the situation Resnig? Sir. The combat officer began. As you know, on the way to LV-130 we managed to upset quite a few people. Capturing their bases, destroying their ships and what have you. Damier nodded his acknowledgment. Well Sir. Resnig continued. Our probes have picked up increased enemy activity along our path to GALCOM. He handed Damier a data pad that showed information from various long-range probes. The commander set the pad aside without looking at it. Get to the point Mr. Resnig. His patience was growing thin. I-I sir. Beads of sweat were forming on Resnigs forehead. Based on these reports, Engineering The short version Lieutenant. I decided to Shorter. There was an undetected malfunction in the nav computer Shorter! I crashed the ship into the ocean, Resnig gulped. Sir. The commander silently took a long drag from his cigarette and crushed it out on the console in front of him as he contemplated what he had been told. Do we have a way out of this mess? he asked nobody in particular. Yes sir. Kara Moran, the Tactical officer replied. Before erm, achieving splashdown, we did manage to launch a shuttle that was to begin mining operations in order to collect more fuel. That shuttle is still out there and may be able to tow us to shore. Achieving splashdown. Interesting turn of phrase Miss Moran. Commander Damier stood and took a posture that indicated that he was relieving Resnig of the con and that he was now in charge. Stand down battle stations, our marines have been through enough this trip, and have that shuttle drag our sorry asses out of here to a SAFE place to conduct repairs. He turned his attention to his combat officer. Follow me. From his tone, the word moron was implied at the end of his order. Resnig sheepishly obeyed and followed Commander Damier out to the portside bridge wing. Let me get this straight Lieutenant. Damier began as the airlock closed behind them. You failed to inform me of increased enemy activity when it was first discovered. You failed to inform me that system upgrades were available for installation and ask permission to set down for repairs. You failed to inform me upon initiation of planet fall. You used a malfunctioning computer to aim for a continent and missed. You even failed to look out the damn window, he waved his hand toward the blast shields that were still raised over the bridge windows. to verify that you were indeed over land before setting down. Is that correct Mr. Resnig? He didnt wait for an answer before turning his back on the other officer. The sun was bright in the golden sky of the planet on which the ship was currently stranded. The ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see and gentile ripples caused the sunlight to dance across its surface. Commander Damier enjoyed the calming affect the scene had on him. Under any other circumstances this would be a beautiful day for a swim. He thought to himself. You know Resnig. Back in the days of wooden ships and iron men, youd be keelhauled and strung up from the yardarm for your gross incompetence. As it stands though, we have no propulsion, so keelhauling is out. Besides, I wouldnt want to waste the rope on you. He paused a moment to consider his next actions. Given the design of this ship, I doubt that any serious damage has resulted from our little afternoon voyage. Therefore, Ill be placing an official reprimand in your record and you will be restricted to your quarters pending my decision weather or not to recommend a court-martial for you. Have I made myself clear Mr. Resnig? He turned to face the officer once again. Yes Sir. Resnigs face went white as he noticed his commanders shiny, new, collar devices. His posture quickly straitened so that he was stiff as a board. Perfectly clear Sir. With a quick salute Resnig turned and headed at a brisk pace, back toward the airlock that lead back to the bridge. One more thing lieutenant. He paused as the other officer turned to face him again. Before you leave, find out whats wrong with that and get it corrected. With a single finger, Commander Damier drew Resnigs attention to the shuttle that was ordered to tow the command craft some minutes ago. It was now flying in lazy circles overhead and showed no signs of having a qualified pilot onboard. I-I Sir. Resnig turned and proceeded back to the bridge. Commander Damier spent several minutes looking out over the water and listening to the chatter over his com unit. Yes Sir lt. Resnig, I think I got it now. He heard the very green marine in the shuttle reply to the combat officers instructions. Turning to look at the shuttle he noticed that it was grossly out of position as the tractor emitter began to glow. The commander tried to sprint back onto the bridge but it was too late. The GCV INQUISITOR groaned in seeming agony as the shuttles tractor beam, dragged her forcibly sidewise. She pitched so wildly that the commander was thrown from his feet and carried over the rail by his own momentum to plummet 100+ ft down to the ocean below. He hit the water with such force that he was temporarily stunned and it took him a moment to shake the stars from his eyes. When next he looked up, he saw that the shuttle MK3 and his Megaron were clear of the water and flying quickly away from his position. Woohoo, I got it. The marine was saying with obvious glee in her voice. Shuttle 4Shuttle 4 The fall to the water had broken the commanders com unit. He could hear everything that went on but was powerless to reply. Good job Marine. He heard Resnig reply to the shuttle pilot. now set corse for 2,4,7, and set us down about 50 Km. inland. Making my head 2,4,7, I-I Sir. Dont you worry none, Ill have yall back on dry land before zzzt. The two ships had moved out of com range and all the commander could do was watch as it disappeared over the horizon. REEESSSNIIIIIIIG!!! rp

I don't think I've ever found history so interesting befor now. Well done. Blast, drat, and bebother. Now I have more reading to do.

I'm game.

Hey All, I'm George, 35 I work at CompUSA I'm getting married on Oct.28 Besides space sims, I enjoy paint ball and fire dancing.

I get the same things happening all the time. I've found using the EMD to dodge a missile and switch to the next closest target to be quite handy. Losing targets while jumping though is a bit anoying but it's nothing I can't live with.

These things may look menacing but they haven't been much of a threat. I have found it handy however, that when one is jumping toward you or is about to exit jump right after you, move toward it for a few secs so when it comes out of HS, it over shoots you or has to do a hard turn to avoid a collision. Either way the beast is in a position to do nothing but welcome the warm embrace of your main guns. No missiles necessary.