I like YOU, you little shit!
But go ahead hit me with a few! (Spoken in a Ronald Reagan voice)
Q
I like YOU, you little shit!
But go ahead hit me with a few! (Spoken in a Ronald Reagan voice)
Q
Well, if it makes you happy, good for you!
But I’m going to be confused for a while. GMRyujin just had a distinctive… look… about it or something. Made it easy to spot your posts.
But I’m just being mildly retro-grouchy. I’ll get over it!
Hope the move is going well! Report back when you’re able/willing to do so.
So, did you have to steal six Marlboro tentacles to get your name? Or did you refine 24 Marlboro playing cards?
And more importantly, are you getting good use out of that Forbidden Magic Refinery power?
</FF geek>
By the way, about your former moniker: I’m guessing Ryujin is “Dragon Person.” What’s the GM stand for?
“Grand Master.” I remember reading his gaming website once. Are you still going to associate this forum name with that site?
The worst joke I think of about the new name (let’s just get 'em all out of the way
)? You’ve got a guy named Zigfreid running around looking for treasure inside you.
No kidding! I had a hell of a time on the phone on Saturday, every time my sister called, she put somebody else on the phone and they asked who was here. 
Oh, that’s what you were trying to say.
Good move Doomtrain!
This is exactly what I wanted to say. (And now I don’t have to bother thinking up a good way to say it.) I hate username changes because for me it’s like the person died and someone new started posting here. Sure the total amount of cleverness or intelligence or body odor may be the same as before, but it doesn’t feel the same, ya know?
But, as my last gift to you, GMRyujin, I will welcome this new persona as if it were you. Who were you again? 
<dry Slashdot mode> You’re new here, aren’t you? </dry Slashdot mode>
I liked your old name better. But don’t mind me, I instinctivly fear all change.
Regarding your signature, only 30% more doom? Since your old name had no doom in it, isn’t it 100% more doom?
Doom doom doom doom
Doom doom doom doom
Lovely doom, wonderful doom!
Only on the Dope would you find someone quibbling over the amount of “Doom” in my name.
Re: My site. I actually started writing for Warcry for a while, but since I got a job in gaming, they’ve asked that I desist because of conflict of interest issues. So my webspace is hosting all the stuff I wrote and the roster for C.E.C.I.L. until I get sick of paying for it, which is probably never. Webspace is an incredibly handy thing.
Quasi-You’re quite fortunate all my books are already sitting downstairs in boxes. But here’s one: What have I got in my pocket?
Archergal-I’m sitting on the floor typing because my desk is downstairs, but I’m too caffinated to sleep. We had an adventure getting the truck, by the way. It involved picking up a 20 foot one cause the 15 was not in. So I get it home and notice a light on the dash. “Hmmm. Check Engine. I should just ignore that, as I am a man. But it will have all my stuff in it, and stuff comes first.” So I call Penske and they make me bring it all the way out to their depot in Duluth (30 minutes) so they can check it. We sit there for two hours and finally they tell us that some sensor is fixed so it’s ok, but the wiring harness is bad. I smile and nod, because as the guy is male and as I am male, we’re supposed to know these things, but the truth is, the only thing I know about a wiring harness is it involves wires and harnesses in some fashion. Anyway, the 20 foot truck they gave us handled like a whale, shifted like it was having a seizure, and vibrated violently at 55 and 65. And it was a lot larger than we needed. So it wasn’t missed.
Anyway, so Penske offers us a 25 foot truck, just so we can get going. :eek: Keep in mind, aside from the 20 foot dying truck I wrestled up 285 and 85, the biggest thing I drive is my Echo, which is a coupe, not even a sedan. So they’re going to give me this giant truck and I go with the “Um, no, do you have anything smaller?” response, while trying not to look too horrified. Well, they are VERY short, but decide to give us a 15 foot truck (which, if you’ve been paying attention, is what we wanted in the first place). But we have to go to Buford to get it. Unfortunately, dude gave us the wrong exit number, so we cruised past the Buford exit and drove 15-20 miles past it. Due to my intrepid direction-finding skills–and I’d like to point out Morelin did NOT want to ask directions, so revoke her Female Card–we managed to find the place (“Hmm, I bet that exit to Buford is where we want to go to get to the place, which is in Buford”). So we get the truck and drive it home.
This was such an epic journey that we passed through 4 seperate cloud zones on our way back home: Beautiful blue sky, THUNDERSTORM OF DEATH, semi-cloudy, and upon our arrival at home, dark skies at the front half of the complex and LIGHTNING AND THUNDER AND RAIN OF TERRIBLE PERIL at the back half. We live in the back half.
So we come upstairs and kill two hours running outside to see if it’s stopped raining every few minutes because we don’t want to be loading the truck, driving 7-8 hours, and unloading the truck in the same day. It finally tapers off around 5pm. I’ll point out now that on the weather map, only our little clump of North Atlanta had rainstorms. Getting back on track, we were at the truck pickup place around 9 and finally actually started loading the truck around 5, which means it took us a full 8 hours to actually get something IN the truck. For comparison, it took us about 5 to get it packed with everything but the electronics and the stuff we needed tonight.
I hate Mondays.
This rant dedicated to Geobabe and UncleBill for donating boxes to our cause.
Train train traiiiiiin dunna nunna nunna nuh
Train of doo-ooom…
I was too impatient to try and figure it out. It always mentally pronounced as “Grum your gin” to me.
Dagnabbit, now I’ve got that Cat Steven song stuck in my head.
Doom train sounding louder
Glide on the doom train
How does one go about changing one’s name, anyhoo?
Like the new name, although I like Ryujin, too.
The Doomtrain is, like, the Latverian version of Amtrak. The only problem is that all of the passengers are immediately killed and replaced by Doombots.
I can’t think picture “doom” and “train” as quiet or stealthy. But ominous is good too! I see it as colossal. It’s a cool name either way.
And he comes with his own theme song. Slick.
So… can I still scream out “GMRyujin” during sex cuz I don’t think screaming out “Doomtrain” is going to go over very well.