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Quote by Shados, Slashdot article comment
Posted the following quote by Shados, Slashdot article comment on Ivory-Tower: ...if you're typing 1/2 or even 1/3 of the code you're writing, you're doing it wrong.
Quote by Karo
Posted the following quote by Karo on Ivory-Tower: Next time you're in jail look out for any beefy guys with "gourmet this" tatted above their ass.
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Global Agenda: Hands-Free Jetpacks At Last!
When I first started playing this game, earlier in the year, I was dismayed to find they had placed jetpacks in a weapon slot, preventing you from being able to fly and shoot at the same time. Well, you still can't fly and shoot at the same time, but they've given everyone hands-free jetpacks now so that they are moved out of a weapon slot and assigned to the spacebar. Flying in this game just went from manual to automatic transmission!
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Aaron Karo - The Rest Is History http://ping.fm/vlltp @d COMEDY CENTRAL PRESENTS THE FIRST ONE-HOUR
STAND-UP SPECIAL FROM AUTHOR AARON KARO!
STAND-UP SPECIAL FROM AUTHOR AARON KARO!
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Quote by Andy - Weeds, Season 5, Episode 11
Posted the following quote by Andy - Weeds, Season 5, Episode 11 on Ivory-Tower: If you don't climax, the terrorists win...
I source all my status updates from my own site, Ivory Tower, where they get republished by Ping.fm. http://ping.fm/c5tVW
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Quote by zippthorne - Slashdot comment
Posted the following quote by zippthorne - Slashdot comment on Ivory-Tower: Age group, schmage group. If you're not occasionally peeing or pooping yourself when out playing, you're not playing hard enough.
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Quote by exoteric
Added the definition for exoteric to Ivory-Tower: suitable to be imparted to the public. belonging to the outer or less initiate circle. relating to the outside.
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Added the definition for reification to Ivory-Tower: the conversion of an abstract concept into something concrete; a viewing of the abstract as concrete.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Quote by Matt Doyle
Posted the following quote by Matt Doyle on Ivory-Tower: I think Dad felt a little nostalgic with a 6 yr old ignoring him completely over a video game.
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Quote by CarpetShark - Slashdot comment
Posted the following quote by CarpetShark - Slashdot comment on Ivory-Tower: No one would argue that ASP.net sites aren't bad, but calling them criminal is a bit much.
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Quote by Jackie Kraeft
Posted the following quote by Jackie Kraeft on Ivory-Tower: Coffee grounds are ruffage for your garbage disposal!
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Quote by James Pritchet
Posted the following quote by James Pritchet on Ivory-Tower: We have that service here...
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Quote by Steven Brust, To Reign In Hell
Posted the following quote by Steven Brust, To Reign In Hell on Ivory-Tower: ONE
Descend, then! I could also say: Ascend! ̢۪Twere all the same. Escape from the Created To shapeless forms in liberated spaces! Enjoy what long ere this was dissipated!
—Goethe, Faust
Primordial ooze. Flux. Chaos. Cacoastrum.
The essential of the universe, in all its myriad forms and shapes. Essence.
Any and all combinations of form and shape exist within this essence. Eventually, of course, cacoastrum may deny itself. Order within chaos.
How many times is order created? The question has no meaning. A tree falls in the forest, and the universe hears it. Order doesn̢۪t last; cacoastrum will out.
The flux creates the essence of order, which is illiaster, which was the staff of life long before bread had the privilege. It can’t last, however. Conscious? Sentient? Self-aware? Perhaps these things exist for a timeless instant, only to be lost again before they can begin to understand. They may have shape; they may have the seeds of thoughts—none of this matters. One of them may be a unicorn, another a greyish stone of unknown properties, still another a girl-child with big brown eyes who vanishes before she really appears. It doesn’t matter.
But let us give to one of these forms something new. Let us give it, for the sake of argument, an instinct to survive. Ah! Now the game is different, you see.
So this form resists, and strives to hold itself together. And as it strives, cacoastrum and illiaster produce more illiaster, and consciousness produces more consciousness, and now there are two.
The two of them strive; and then they find that they can communicate, and time means something now. And space, as well.
As they work together, to hold onto themselves, a third one appears. They find that they can bend the cacoastrum to their will, and force shape upon it, and command it to hold, for a while. They build walls at this place where the three of them are, and a top and a bottom.
Cacoastrum howls, almost as a living thing itself, and seeks entry. The three resist, and then there are four, then five, then six, then seven.
And the seven finish the walls, and the top, and the bottom and for a moment, at last, there is peace from the storm.
Descend, then! I could also say: Ascend! ̢۪Twere all the same. Escape from the Created To shapeless forms in liberated spaces! Enjoy what long ere this was dissipated!
—Goethe, Faust
Primordial ooze. Flux. Chaos. Cacoastrum.
The essential of the universe, in all its myriad forms and shapes. Essence.
Any and all combinations of form and shape exist within this essence. Eventually, of course, cacoastrum may deny itself. Order within chaos.
How many times is order created? The question has no meaning. A tree falls in the forest, and the universe hears it. Order doesn̢۪t last; cacoastrum will out.
The flux creates the essence of order, which is illiaster, which was the staff of life long before bread had the privilege. It can’t last, however. Conscious? Sentient? Self-aware? Perhaps these things exist for a timeless instant, only to be lost again before they can begin to understand. They may have shape; they may have the seeds of thoughts—none of this matters. One of them may be a unicorn, another a greyish stone of unknown properties, still another a girl-child with big brown eyes who vanishes before she really appears. It doesn’t matter.
But let us give to one of these forms something new. Let us give it, for the sake of argument, an instinct to survive. Ah! Now the game is different, you see.
So this form resists, and strives to hold itself together. And as it strives, cacoastrum and illiaster produce more illiaster, and consciousness produces more consciousness, and now there are two.
The two of them strive; and then they find that they can communicate, and time means something now. And space, as well.
As they work together, to hold onto themselves, a third one appears. They find that they can bend the cacoastrum to their will, and force shape upon it, and command it to hold, for a while. They build walls at this place where the three of them are, and a top and a bottom.
Cacoastrum howls, almost as a living thing itself, and seeks entry. The three resist, and then there are four, then five, then six, then seven.
And the seven finish the walls, and the top, and the bottom and for a moment, at last, there is peace from the storm.
quoted Steven Brust, To Reign In Hell: ONE
Descend, then! I could also say: Ascend! ̢۪Twere all the same. Escape from the Created To shapeless forms in liberated spaces! Enjoy what long ere this was dissipated!
—Goethe, Faust
Primordial ooze. Flux. Chaos. Cacoastrum.
The essential of the universe, in all its myriad forms and shapes. Essence.
Any and all combinations of form and shape exist within this essence. Eventually, of course, cacoastrum may deny itself. Order within chaos.
How many times is order created? The question has no meaning. A tree falls in the forest, and the universe hears it. Order doesn̢۪t last; cacoastrum will out.
The flux creates the essence of order, which is illiaster, which was the staff of life long before bread had the privilege. It can’t last, however. Conscious? Sentient? Self-aware? Perhaps these things exist for a timeless instant, only to be lost again before they can begin to understand. They may have shape; they may have the seeds of thoughts—none of this matters. One of them may be a unicorn, another a greyish stone of unknown properties, still another a girl-child with big brown eyes who vanishes before she really appears. It doesn’t matter.
But let us give to one of these forms something new. Let us give it, for the sake of argument, an instinct to survive. Ah! Now the game is different, you see.
So this form resists, and strives to hold itself together. And as it strives, cacoastrum and illiaster produce more illiaster, and consciousness produces more consciousness, and now there are two.
The two of them strive; and then they find that they can communicate, and time means something now. And space, as well.
As they work together, to hold onto themselves, a third one appears. They find that they can bend the cacoastrum to their will, and force shape upon it, and command it to hold, for a while. They build walls at this place where the three of them are, and a top and a bottom.
Cacoastrum howls, almost as a living thing itself, and seeks entry. The three resist, and then there are four, then five, then six, then seven.
And the seven finish the walls, and the top, and the bottom and for a moment, at last, there is peace from the storm.
Descend, then! I could also say: Ascend! ̢۪Twere all the same. Escape from the Created To shapeless forms in liberated spaces! Enjoy what long ere this was dissipated!
—Goethe, Faust
Primordial ooze. Flux. Chaos. Cacoastrum.
The essential of the universe, in all its myriad forms and shapes. Essence.
Any and all combinations of form and shape exist within this essence. Eventually, of course, cacoastrum may deny itself. Order within chaos.
How many times is order created? The question has no meaning. A tree falls in the forest, and the universe hears it. Order doesn̢۪t last; cacoastrum will out.
The flux creates the essence of order, which is illiaster, which was the staff of life long before bread had the privilege. It can’t last, however. Conscious? Sentient? Self-aware? Perhaps these things exist for a timeless instant, only to be lost again before they can begin to understand. They may have shape; they may have the seeds of thoughts—none of this matters. One of them may be a unicorn, another a greyish stone of unknown properties, still another a girl-child with big brown eyes who vanishes before she really appears. It doesn’t matter.
But let us give to one of these forms something new. Let us give it, for the sake of argument, an instinct to survive. Ah! Now the game is different, you see.
So this form resists, and strives to hold itself together. And as it strives, cacoastrum and illiaster produce more illiaster, and consciousness produces more consciousness, and now there are two.
The two of them strive; and then they find that they can communicate, and time means something now. And space, as well.
As they work together, to hold onto themselves, a third one appears. They find that they can bend the cacoastrum to their will, and force shape upon it, and command it to hold, for a while. They build walls at this place where the three of them are, and a top and a bottom.
Cacoastrum howls, almost as a living thing itself, and seeks entry. The three resist, and then there are four, then five, then six, then seven.
And the seven finish the walls, and the top, and the bottom and for a moment, at last, there is peace from the storm.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Quote by James Pritchett
Posted the following quote by James Pritchett on Ivory-Tower: You'll just have to be more present with yourself when you do it...
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Quote by Laurie Tenberg
Posted the following quote by Laurie Tenberg on Ivory-Tower: I use way too much magic...
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Quote by Rinpoche
Added the definition for Rinpoche to Ivory-Tower: an honorific used in Tibetan Buddhism. It literally means "precious one"
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