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I think I have at least three. Some of them may have been purged for inactivity. This one is the oldest account, though.

I hit a jackpot with mine.

Likely a result of the IPB addons Mariann just installed at Dikiyoba's suggestion.

I see we have a new avatar trend.

I think the "comparing TM and Kel endangers fluffy kittens" bit was from me, actually. They maintain the same ordering (with a few exceptions I suspect). But there is indeed no function to convert them. Note that the UBB member numbers on PPP and those on the current UBB are already diverged, with a steadily increasing gap due to deletion and reindexing. My 2984 became 2975.

Fillybustered.

Of the old Administrators, only Stareye remains. (The others in the group are Spidweb, a generated account, and someone who might be IPS staff.) The rest, including Krizsan, are Global Moderators. There are too many of them to realistically list; the list also is subject to regular changes. Maybe rule #5 just needs to go.

Analizing is like analyzing, but much more obsessively. so my hack has gone undetected. for now.

That URL always points to your current avatar on this forum.

Correct! (People have actually speculated if Yoda's speech is based on German. However, with some attention to detail this doesn't make sense, because Yoda moves the verb to the end almost universally, while German only does so with an infinitive construction like "subject can write [object] -> subject can [object] write" or relative sentences "subject who writes [object] -> subject who [object] writes". And yes, actual linguists have actually analyzed Yoda.)

This sounded plausible because the EU is starting stuff like this all the time (see data retention laws, blocking of websites, ACTA, SOPA, etc.), but I could find no such thing currently that went beyond a few clueless politicians grandstanding for the media. Is there a specific law in the European parliament that you're talking about?

Here's one by Alfred Tennyson I just remembered: The Kraken Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides: above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. There hath he lain for ages and will lie Battering upon huge seaworms in his sleep, Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; Then once by men and angels to be seen, In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

I used to play the piano a lot; unfortunately I only get around to it occasionally these days.

^ Citation My public key also. Edit: Sylae, do you want to exchange signatures? Or does "sort of knowing people online" not meet your security standards?

Arancaytar is unconscious and lying across several seats near the back. The tremor of the temporal displacement causes him to stir, groaning and blearily opening his eyes. He makes several more sounds that are mostly consonants while his eyes acclimate to the painfully bright lights. His head feels like it is being hit with a hangover wrapped around a sledgehammer, but without the fun part. Eventually, he manages to shift and almost sit up. "What the frack happened last night?" He looks down. "And why do I have hooves?"

FYI, Zizak's a she.

The double round robin rules means the number of games grows quadratically. I guess that's why Sylae closed it after 12 entrants; we already have 132 matches and another would make it 156. Maybe it could be more manageable if the next tournament were split in two groups followed by a match between the best four. Or something.

... oof.

CVPOTA: The rest have never posted here, but Zizak-Tel has been linked a few times.

Beautiful building, though the organization that owns it sounds kinda freaky. I'm not sure how happy the man himself (natural philosopher, humanist and kinda-but-not-really-Christian) would have been to be associated with spiritual mysticism. Though apparently he did dabble a bit in it, so who knows. Since I'm now studying in Goethe's birthplace, my university is also named after him. Edit: I don't normally like to post stuff that isn't done, but this line somehow got into my mind while I was waiting for the bus this morning. This is usually how I start. Not sure if or when I'll manage to come up with the rest. But I want to invoke an image of a really cold day without using any word actually related to cold.

There's another one by Goethe that mostly sticks to this meter: There are several English versions, but I like this one most: Oh, and if this seems familiar, you may be thinking of this.

Here's another one I dug up, which I've probably never put online. I think it was originally for a story I was writing and then took on a life of its own. Also, still trochaic tetrameter. It really is my favorite. Pretty much no rhyming. cast your gaze about the tower see ye not the signs of daybreak? mind ye well these words of foresight: here the night shall not endure wisdom of the stars is fading in the age of sunrise ending grey and shrouded world awaking from its slumber unto dawn here the night is slow in leaving see the north-star, star of guidance: six and twenty thousand winters has it shone and will yet shine there the signs of day arriving red star passing, sunlight's herald all the world in scarlet dousing end of shadows, end of fear. then the ocean's empire rising beacon of the great tomorrow destiny of earth propelling from the waves unto the stars ware the words of wrath emerging see them written, hear them spoken bar your heart and mind against them darkness beckons those that heed age of light and thought arriving discord and disorder breeding thus behold the mighty towers dragon's ire laid them low of all perils fear the silence for no noise can hold such terror neither discord sow such darkness neither words can spell such doom heed these words yet seek for wisdom follow none yet serve all others and by dawn remember starlight when the morning turns to day. (Don't really know what's up with the lowercase. It's not like the style has any similarity to ee cummings or something.)

I can without problems English sentences write. The word order correctly to choose, find I very easy! (That was actually difficult. When you learn a language long enough, its grammar becomes so ingrained it is almost impossible to deliberately substitute another.) I guess "summus gratus non sum" would change the meaning to "I am not the one most welcome". But yeah, that sounds fair. (To check, is the pronoun just optional and usually left out, or would it be incorrect to include an "ego"?)

Or "Ergo, summus non gratus sum" which sounds like "Therefore, I am the most unwelcome." (if mangled. "sum summus"? To be honest, I never know where to put the verb.)