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Well since you in the debating mood, I'll bite. Regarding members having to "do it" themselves in signatures. Easy fix: the guild leader sets a standard and the members copy and paste it into their signature. Back in the AM Days, we used have our members do it like that all the time. Instructions would be read like: "put these exact words in your charator description so your fellow members and allies will readily recognize you, and so you don't end up dead by friendly fire." The concept is easily tranferable to the pen, and it does not take about from that warm fuzzy feeling ppl get for being promoted n'such. *** Regarding the "2-3 line max thing" Eh, like most things, it's negotiable... And pictures are nice, but acronyms once learned are just as recognizable, especially since any newbie will probably be looking up at the either pictures or acronyms in our FAQ, if it confuses them. But! These are just suggestions. And like with most things I do, I am hoping a discussion will yield something better and beyond of what either of us has originally suggested i.e. Sometimes an alternative suggested leads to better alternative alternative that no one ever thought of... Plus, It's not like I've got any pull around here anyway. And even if I did, I wouldn't know what to do with it. So in the words of Green Day: If I promise to go to church on Sunday will you go with me on Friday night? If you live with me, I'll die for you and this compromise But, as is the badges are nothing I can't live with... exploring the options.... So whatever really...

"Badges? We ain't got no badges. We don't need no badges. I don't have to show you any stinking badges!" --Gold Hat, as played by Alfonso Bedoya Uncensored orginal version Not really, just a matter of personal taste. Plus, am wishing to avoid a cluttered look on our the pen's interface. Thought that may just be an irrational resistance to change. In R.L. I used to be much more conservative fellow ya know, sometimes remenants of that former philosphy surface and bleed over into other parts of my life. It's just part of the inner war that makes revery, reverie... Plus, if nothing else, I just like the idea that "other options" were consider. But, merrit wise...no, I don't see anything wrong with Badges, other than my own personal taste against flashness. rev...

hmm, I find the concept of badges a little flashy myself. Would not a more simple nod in your signature line suffice, or a simple 2-3 line max text entry in the proposed place for badges. This how we used to do it in the Army: JOHN Q. SMITH CPT, SC Commanding or translated to the Pen Guilds Name Rank, Guild Affiliation Position within Guild Examples: Gryphon Herald, AW Guild Leader Appy Quill-Bearer, AAA Guild Leader (Co-Leader etc.) Katzaniel Troubadour, SWG Guild Leader or sans name Herald, AAA Guild Leader *** Variation for Guildless: Name Rank, The Pen Position Examples Ozymandias Elder of Ancients, The Pen Loremaster Gwaihir Elder of Poetry, The Pen Vice Loremaster Revery Poet, The Pen *** Without a comprehensive understanding of the three guilds' inner ranking system, it is difficult to come up with a cross membership variat, but I shall try. Appy ~ Quill-Bearer Guild Leader, AAA Roamer, SWG *** Just some suggestions for sake of succinctness. rev...

congrats...so what rank you chose anyway... rev...

broken table Hmm, I seem to accidently broken my table format in my piazza portrait. Question? Did the format for table's change when in the board upgrade. I can't seem to make since of what I'm doing wrong. Any ideas? Thanks, rev...

Fourth Draft (Six-Line Stanza Ballad form) December 9, 2005 As seen in the writer's workshop: breakdown The Ballad of Duke: “A Statue Cast in the Likeness of a Dog” His head, once fawn, now faded white For master’s long away. The plaster scour’d by wind and rain As mistress deemed him, stay “Outside, outside.” the boxer signed From this he could not stray. Forepaws now cracked with her neglect Forsook by Daddy, so His steadfast eyes to her did beg Forget Dad’s bitter blow And end this watch, she had him set. Upon the patio And truth be told, she was not stone She heard the outcast’s plea And embraced him in her loving arms That used to pet with glee But took him not inside with her She turned him t’wards the tree. His hollow head pockmarked and stained By elements severe And Duke did sign yet once again He knew his end was near The ancient paint, which held his soul Too soon would disappear. A grieving gift for master’s loss Of Duke when but a boy The dog he was of flesh and blood Transferred into this toy For master’s mother gave a gift And stroked a spell of joy. She had him cast into this form And painted him renewed And though two are spurned, still the son Could save him from this feud. But they've gone left our Duke bereft Of hope, while mistress broods.

Stop scaring me, you nearly gave me a heart attack... rev...

The dreamlost begs the question what do you love? Or not love per se like in falling head over heal for someone, or love of your mother/father/family. But what do you enjoy doing in life. For example, I love using Etc. Marks, and the feeling of making people laugh, especially small crowds when giving a speech. I also love having long rambling conversations with people that I've somehow found a way to connect with... And A Prairie Home Companion is high on the list as well. Pretty much laughter is up there too. And going to movies/musicals... Moving to new places and starting over, but hate leaving them behind. thinks, like that... rev...

Having lost my only brother to tragedy, and other relatives to suicide you have my heart-felt sympathies... I wrote this a few years ago, when my friend's brother also choose to take his own life. She had helped me out of funk a few months before, so I naturally returned the favor..."" a gift turned second-hand thankyou… Once…(9pm 13nov02) Once I fell. And nearly died Or so it seemed, To me inside. And on the floor I thrashed about Beneath the pain And filled with doubt. But then I found That you were near Willing to help And dry my tears So now I stand Upright again Because of you My lovely friend *** Hope you have someone there for you as well... rev.

Very nice Drum... Very appropriate for the pop-rock genre... I particularly enjoyed the refrain, especially when the back up vocals start in on: Wait another day, Watching from afar, Wishing life away, Every single day. Also Just wish your life away, Upon each fading star Is just a great line. Reminds me of the work I did with Signe, way back when, on her Satellite Star theme. But, "wishing on a fading star" seems to capture it much better. Hmm, too bad, I never made that creative leap... Anyway cool line. Is easy to read as straight poetry too, since the naturally pleasing ballad stanza setup is used a lot. Though "I need you with me, but You're in a different place." Seems a touch cliche... but then again, I think most pop songs are by definition cliche and I myself am guilty of many, many cliches... Even so, I'd play around with that stanza some... cool tune, rev...

"Exuent" I like the word personally, though that might be due to the novelty of me just discovering it: oooo, shiny. Anyway, it does seem to add a new dimension to the poem. Like your two personas are players on a stage or the stage of life playing out their assigned role/parts... Which as previous commentors have agreed, this probably detracts from what you intended. So, I like the word for its own sake, but also agree that it may be adding something extra that you might not have intended. Yet, if your okay with us drawing our wild conclusions, as penites are apt to do... then by all means keep it... Hmm, but you could also write a splinter poem exploring the possiblities of a grand playwrite in the sky setting in motion grand schemes of predistined love... Then well, I think it's worth a second look. I'd do it myself, but... A) I don't happen to be in love at the moment and I don't have a thorough enough knowledge of plays to effectively pull it off... (plus I don't have the time do the research either...) excellent and concise effort though. kudos rev...

hmm, reminds me of some the habits i tend to fall in... lot's of things going on, but hard to see just what exactly that is... I've always subscribed to the notion, that well that's just fine... The reader's not supposed to know everything, and who doesn't love a good mystery... Though, lately, i've rather reluctantly come around to the view, that it does matter "some" what is being held back or not being said to the reader... Example, my poem "to the shrine of regret" I talk a lot about the effects of a few events on my life behind a veil of metaphores... yet I back away from describing/dealing directly with the events themselves... In your poems case, I'd say your persona is doing similar in describing the figure/person that has inspired you, and just how that particular situation came about... Suggestive Questions to ask yourself: How did the person build you up? How and why were you broken? Why'd it shut you up? What made you realise that you had become yourself and how did that come about? If you can answer them in the context of showing us a few of the actions of this person which effected your persona so greatly, than mores the better. Not exactly an easy thing to do, but in dealing with them head on, you may create something more beautiful than the orginal, though I won't lie, the potential pain evoked by doing that may be increased as well. Hope that make some sense. I'm struggling with it myself, for polish in poetry like in any craft is never easily obtained... rev...

um, not to be an iconoclast or anything, but I don't get it. how do you interrupt the voiceless? Unless their using sign-language or some other form of gesturing... and you like bump them, or stand in front of them or something... hmm, but, I can envision a scene where the "voiceless" are the one's doing the interrupting... rev...

Mira: Likewise on Eve... I was into that about a year ago, but have since retired for video game life... hey has that new starcraft come out yet??? that game might tempt me out of retirement, but I doubt poor laptop would be able to handle it's graphics...probably for the best though.

ditto, happy happy... rev.

Hi all, Just thought we should have a topic dedicated creative new ways to save to world. I'll start: IDEA #1 Grow THC-Free Industrial Hemp. Save Trees, Grow Hemp. It's natures industrial soy-bean. You can make pratically anything out of it. Such as bio-diesal Fuel, Food, or Fiber for Clothing etc. Step to implement idea: 1. Legalize Production of THC Free Hemp World Wide (Currently legal in 30 countries) 2. Phase out Tobacco production by getting Tobacco Farmers/Industry or other interested parties to grow Industrial Hemp. 3. Phase out Trees harvesting in the production of paper and other accesories. 4. Build Biodiesal Infrastruture by mandating Auto/Gas industry phase in Biodiesal as a viable alternative fuel source within a set period of time. 5. Perfect and popularize use of Hemp Plastic. Sources: http://www.thehia.org/faqs/faq7.htm http://www.hempplastic.com/newSite/ http://www.hempworld.com/Hemp-CyberFarm_co...d/no_thc_h.html Well, that my idea. What's yours? rev...

yeah, happy happy... and all that... rev...

happy b-day. rev...

happy, happy...

hey Zar... This just might be some strange coincidence, but the first line of your poem is the one of the two I threw out in the on going first lines game: link Small internet, no? cool. rev...

Hmm, tricky...on both counts. As for my responce, it's short, but it's all I got... while gasping for air, I swallowed the sun as stars from night's field, flashed quick in my eyes in time with the rhythm of shallow and rise. So run back t'ward heaven, though I was shun. Some say I was wreakless, still it was fun ... Try: For a while, I shall stumble or Sing a song in two's and three's rev...

Hey X, glad to hear you're doing well. I can relate to all the college stuff, less so the hurricane. Well, it looks luck is starting to turn your way some; hope it continues to bow in your favor... take care, rev...

you forgot complaining, all soldier complain no matter what situation they're in... When the complaining stops, starting looking for the knives... Also most soldiers start out with such high ideals coming out basic training... "Brain washing," may be too strong of a word (well unless you join the cult of the marine corp,) but there is definetly a great amount of ethusasim there from the trainee's. Well for the first month or so. Then reality sets in of just how far your actual unit's climate/culture is from those high ideals your recruiter sold you on. And there is also that sense of vertigo you get from being lost in a bureaucratic "system" where the unscrupulous and mediocre flourish and the honorable are driven out by backstabbers and general revulsion... I.e. you can't believe they let these @$@#$ idiots get to have near absolute power over your life. And as with any idealist that gets his heart broken they then turn into a cynics... They will usually remain this way, until some great shining light usually in the form of a great leader/friend/mentor/event comes into their life, and shows them the righteous path towards competent leadership. Or through they own observations of the great woe's about them, they'll have an epiphany or defining moment which gives them the resolve to "go on" despite all the @#$#@ $##!# stuff that goes on around them. They even may themselves strive to become leaders, so as to pass on this great sense of responsibility and honor that has been given them. Of course they are in the minority. The majority that do wish to get promoted do so out want of to two things: power or money. They generally look on passing the requirments to promotion as things that should be circumvented whenever possible. E.G. going to college mills to get their degrees, sharing answers from past exams/papers from said mills. Sharing exams/answers on military education courses... Outright lying on their evaluation reports. Getting they buddies to look the other way when they can't pass their weight limit. And let us not forgot all the mini-cover ups that go on. Ranging from Sexual harassment, various arrests usually involving alcohol/drugs, Sponsal abuse, incompetance (yep they cover that up too. Reason? they don't want to hurt his/her career with a bad report.) Like in any other profession, it pays to have friends in high places... And the military is in the business of keeping people in, not kicking them out. So in summary, the Doctirine of "Getting by" or "Getting Over" prevails. But all and all I liked your poem and felt is a noble piece. Though, I suggest the reason that the ethernal soldier fight's is this: For whatever reason, and there are many: someone tells him he has too. rev...

when it rains, it pours, but it can't rain forever. rev...

hell of a line to start with. Profound = Hard. I drink until the water is too shallow for me to drown And lap these dregs so bitter until my feet can touch the ground. I wade until the river runs too far to pull me down. Then search but there's no answer To this riddle that can't be found. Yeah, I took the easy way out...but that was hard @!!#$ Hmm, try: "In sea and swamp and forest" or "Amber girls, oh how they play."