How come for the past 5 (or maybe more) posts my counter has said “242”?? shouldn’t that be going up?
AND GOOD JESUS WHY DID IT GO UP TO 243 AS SOON AS I POSTED ABOUT IT??
WHY IS MY COMPUTER TRYING TO KILL ME??
Oh… that’s how it works…
Well, now i feel like a fool.
Can everyone just ignore this post and continue regarding me as an infallable god like being?
Thanks
Upham
Sure thing, Upham.
::resumes treatment of Upham as a deity . . . ::
Wait, but I never did treat you as one. Damn. Sorry about that.
::whew!::
Glad to have that one over with, nice to have things back to the way they were
How were you thinking it worked. I’m curious now.
well, i had assumed it was powered by steam, but now i realise it’s actually solar. My bad.
This is one reason people in Seattle, WA have such low post counts, while people in Florida seem to spontaneously post. Witness the number of people from ssskuggiii’s school alone;)
Exactly.
That’s how i finally figured it out, actually.
Solar-powered? Then how come I can post at night?
I think it’s really powered by magic.
No . . .
What happens is your standard solar-power-storage unit. You see, during the day everyone has a certain post limit. It’s somewhere around a hundred for me, for example. You collect enough sun in one day to post x times. So when you post at night you’re using stored solar power.
Actually, i’ve been working on a theory lately that The Man Him Self Cecil has finally decided to look into cold fuseion and that the board is actually powered by a single cup of salt water…
But perhaps i’ve said too much already
The first rule of TMHSC is: you do NOT talk about TMHSC.
The second rule of TMHSC is: you do NOT talk about TMHSC.
I COULDN’T HELP IT! i was so proud to know he was well and truely the MAN, i had to say something…
You dolt!
Anyone who knows him knows he’s actually a woman!
[sub]oops[/sub]
I’m going to say this once, and only once.
{b]NEVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT ABOUT THE MAN EVER AGAIN**
not that he couldn’t be a woman, and not that he couldn’t do what he does if he was a woman, it’s just that he ISN’T a woman.
and he could crush you like a bug.
i was so mad i forgot to close the bold…
The real reason behind so many of life’s problems.
Well, that and gas.
as far as i’m concerned the root of all my problems is my pinkey toe
But i just can’t do with out it
He’s got me over a barrell here…