http://www.myspace.com/dominomtl

Check these fuckers out. Their band is really solid, and once they get their shit together, I'm sure they'll make their demo CD available for digital distribution. More links as they come up.

With a ph no less.

Here's The Game (you just lost it haha). I write out a number and give you the base. Comment back what the number is in our good ole Amurikan base 10 and win a Cupie Doll. Don't forget to specify the difficulty level you're playing at!

I'm too young to die! - Google Calculator
Hey, not too rough - Searched how to do it
Hurt me plenty - Pen and Paper only
Ultra violence - Once you have base ten, multiply the first two, divide the result by the third, add the fourth, subtract the fifth, then make it an exponent to the last. This is now in base 36, what is it in 10? (pen and paper only)
Nightmare - Write them in base 60 with the Babylonian number system (use 'o' as small divots, '0' as large divots, separate columns with a dash)

100100 ---------- (base 2)
2160 ------------- (base 7)
55195 ------------ (base 11)
40100 ------------ (base 5)
33 ---------------- (base 13)
2471 ------------- (base 8)

As a bonus, point out the ones that are meant to be funny :)

Remember when I said due sometime in 2009?

Moar leik 2019, amirite?!

I await the day this post will be inaccurate.

Long story short: I'm in big trouble with the pigs

I was walking home the other day, having met my friend at one of the coffee shops on my college campus (school is out, but we live five minutes away, so its usually our default chill point). We parted ways at the bridge, at which point I took a shortcut. Its a slightly aging suspension bridge in the middle of being torn down, so theres always construction hazards to move around.

At any rate, I was walking underneath the bridge towards a set of stairs to the pedestrian side of the bridge, when all of a sudden, something gleams in the corner of my eye. It was late out, barely any traffic on the temporary bridge above, and no construction workers on duty (up until today it was construction worker's holiday in Quebec).

I went over to see what it could be when I noticed it was sticking out of a pile of construction gravel. I shifted the tiny rocks around to get a better view of the glimmering parcel when I realized it was the chrome handle to a very sleek looking briefcase. I dusted it off and checked the top, only to realize that there was no lock: no combination, no keyhole, just two clasps. I undid the both of them without any discretion... at this point my curiosity had got the better of me.

As I opened it up and peeked inside through the dim light, I bolted backwards surprised. In the case were two automatic rifles, their hard black stocks cradled inside of fitted slots in the padding. I was shocked, and decided the best thing to do would be to just toss the case into the St. Laurent river. I couldn't imagine anyone who would put it to good use missing it. Maybe I was doing the community a service... whoever had them obviously was going to come back for and use them.

Yet, my curiosity forced me to stop closing the case. I had never held a gun before, felt its deadly weight inside my hands. I tried to force myself to stop but I couldn't. I hefted the rifle into my hands and watched as it shone eerily against the moonlight. My clumsy inspection of the weapon had caused my downfall, as it partly slipped onto my hand. The gun sent off a few rounds upwards into the cavernous, half destroyed bridge. The report would surely have been heard.

I clambored towards the briefcase. I intended to toss both in and run when I heard a loud siren behind me and saw the blue and red flash of a police cruiser. I froze on the spot, the still open case and rifle in my hands. Out walked an officer, his face and features obscured by the blinding light of the cruiser's headlights. I squinted to make out the form, until I realized my problems had become far worse than I had ever imagined.

"Stop right there, criminal scum!" the imperial guardsman yelled at me drawing his sword. I struggled to find words as he came closer to me "Your spree is at an end. Your stolen goods are now forfeit."

I knew there were only three options. Either I would pay the gold fine (I didn't have enough, having spent my last few dollars on coffee with my friend), go to jail for a few days or resist arrest. I panicked and selected Resist, to which I was met with a blood curdling decree:

"THEN PAY WITH YOUR BLOOD!"

The battle music flared as the guardsman took a defensive stance. I felt ready to die, until I realized the weapon I was cradling in my hand. I dropped the other in its case and clumsily swung it towards the guardsman. He lunged at me, but it was too late. I had squeezed the trigger with my eyes closed, sending bullet after bullet into his thick armor. At first the bullets simply ricocheted off the tempered metal, until I heard a great cry from the Imperial man as he fell forward.

I will not bore you with the details of my escape, but needless to say, the guardsmen are hot on my trail. As I write this from a scummy motel room in Kvatch, I shudder to think what will happen to me when I next hear from the members of Uriel Septim's Imperial Legion...

- Girlfriend of a year and nine months left me
- Hooked up with someone else
- Finished second semester of CEGEP
- Started novel
- She turned into a mega jew (no contact with men ever), so I left her
- Now with someone else

Fun fun fun til her daddy takes the T-Bird away.

Have you met this unpleasant chap (claims to be a lady, but we all know the internet it a black hole devoid of women) named doberman7? No? Allow me to expound upon my own findings in dealing with this unpleasantly belligerent user.

Normally I'm quite friendly in my Personal Messages, and I absolutely love picking up or making references when I see them, particular in signatures. For the past few months, I had been seeing his/her/it's sig image, which loudly proclaimed his/her/it's aura of neutrality. I figured I'd have a laugh and make a little joke based on the alignment meme. I asked doberman7 whether she was neutral or chaotic neutral.

Now, even if you don't play Dungeons and Dragons (which, admittedly, I don't), a lot of people know the alignment shtick. Its classic win and is just one of those bits of internet culture that one eventually comes about to, one way or another.

To my infinite shock, I received neither a laugh nor a message of confusion, but blatant smart ass remark thrown back in my face like some flu-ridden grade schooler who just upchucked his tuna sandwich onto a teachers lap. The precise words were, to be precise "Check the fucking aura."

I think its quite obvious if the only two choices I gave were neutral and chaotic neutral (and the fact that she advertises her alignment any place she can), that I was quite aware what her aura was. So she basically insisted I was a complete retard even though I had clearly made a reference beyond her not-so-pretty little head.

Kindly, I responded with a resigned disappointment, a comment explaining the joke and left it at that. To bad, I supposed. Until I received this PM back: "I dont even play shitty dungeons and dragons, you fucking retard. I apologize if I've completely missed the point, but since when do politeness and a little joke equate me having an IQ lower than 75?

I'm not angry at the PMs, thats not the purpose of this post. But it brings forward the question, whats happened to all the quality users on Newgrounds. Sure, NG has never been a place of fantastically friendly people, but the community was genuinely good sometime ago. There were people you could have a laugh with, even if you didn't know them at all. We were geeky, yeah, and had way too much free time (still do), but it was all in good fun. doberman7 is just the manifestation of everything that has gone wrong here: arrogant, belligerent users who believe that a few fuck you's and acting like an internet tough guy is the sure road to respect.

doberman7, if you are reading this, clearly you are not a retard. But if I may postulate what you refuse to, that is a concise criticism that has some kind of motive and meaning, it is that you are a user who detracts from this website. Not because you are mean, but because you are just so full of shit and fail that anything more than 10 of you can ruin what was a decent BBS.

So long for now, and thanks for all the fish.

P.S: I don't expect her to get that reference either.

It makes no sense to me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not musically intolerant. I have a very broad taste in music, and depending on mood/time of day/et cetera, I listen to everything from classical to jazz to heavy metal (my three favorite genres). But I have just never got a taste for pop music.

It started when I was eleven. The local Nickelodeon substitute this side of the border, YTV, always came out each year with a party mix CD aimed at the tween to early teen crowds, filled with every band you've ever hated. My parents got my little brother a copy, who was thrilled, but I never looked at it, nor any of the pop CDs he ever got.

Okay, admittedly a lie. The only actual pop CD I've listened to is Aqua. I'm not quite sure why I enjoy their music, but I'm sure it has something to do with a sexual fantasy involving me filling Lene Nystrøm with my proverbial toothpaste.

I just don't understand the point of pop, and to me it comes in three flavourless catagories:

a) repetitive beat without melody featuring Rappy McRapstar
b) loser with a shitty punk band
c) whiny voiced solo artist, usually accompanied by a guitar

For most, theres hardly any melody. The lyrics don't make much sense and are so superficial they make me want to swallow razor wire, shit it out and floss myself to death, and often the voices are over exaggerated and land on notes and pitches reserved for American Idol rejects.

Summarize my case? Hey there Delilah. 'Nuff said. Its a mediocre singer with a mediocre song who makes millions off of superficially deep 16 year old girls because they wish someone would care for them enough to write a song about them (which no one does, hence the attraction of vicariously pretending they're this Delilah character).

What pisses me off more than this is that real musicians are getting marginalized by the pop figures. Classical music, opera, jazz, all these are dying genres. Metal is still relatively strong but only because their key demographic doesn't quite realize its not the eighties anymore. Extremely talented musicians are being offed by the marketable rap artists (go into the streets of New York and count the amount of out of work rap artists who'll push their latest CD on you) and the latest marketable face that comes their way.

Pop music is part of the cancer killing our society. Its a cultural drain deep rooted in our overly commercial media which reviles actual art and favors instead the homogenized clap trap that poisons our ears and our airwaves. KTHXBAI

Yeah.

The flashes are more than likely not coming out anytime soon. Sorry to anyone who may actually have been looking forward to it (I know I wasn't). At any rate, I may get it done in the next two weeks before schools starts again, but if not, it'll likely be sometime in June.

- Matt

Alright, so that one died too. Sucks, I suppose. I'll add that flash in as a special feature for my latest project. I'm not going to say anything besides its a sci-fi flash with standard human verus aliens action... but with a super cool, super secret twist-a-roo.

Also, this one features stunning "special effects". Okay, maybe not so stunning, but they're significantly better than in the last flash, so stay tuned!

Its all pretty shitty right now (my boss is letting me use his old copy of Flash 4... fucking OLD technology), but I'm working hard on my first real piece (I submitted an experiment flash that was promptly blammed, this will be my first official flash).

Its a (very) short parody of the opening to 2001: A Space Odyssey. I'm actually pretty proud for the first part, not only did I draw with a mouse, but the tiny piece of shit that comes on the laptop (not as easy as it looks... I'm starting to see the value of the Wacom).

Also, cocks.