Forgive me if this sounds at all creepy...

But could anyone possibly help me find which episodes of Code Lyoko feature the guys in their underwear, swimsuits or towels?

Mostly Ulrich, but Odd and William too if you can find them...

Has anyone been to the island Ibiza? How is it? I always wanted to visit the Island, since watching the film More(1969) and thought how cool it was back in '69, is it still great there or not, just wondering.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/More_(film)

Ok so me and my brother were having a conversation about making mech suits out of duck tape and misc stuff when we decided we would go out and pound the shit out of each other to our hearts content. Well, eventually it escalated into a full out argument about who would win. These are the key factors in each of us. Me: smarter, stronger, better with engineering and chemicals, and I know how to make makeshift black powder. Asshole/brother: has more free time, has one fucking hell of a huge ego, not as lazy, and has the support of parents. so tell me who would win.

Don't care who you are, I wish everyone a Happy Turkey Day. Now eat some pie....or whatever you happen to fancy this holiday.

-Renafan

There used to be a few people I used to talk to on here, and on messengers... but one day, they just up-and disappeared, without a word. I'm just posting this here, to see what others know, and to shed some light.

Psychotic Porcupine

Fallen_Hearts/Dan, and his family

Misty

Roran Crystalwolf

Tigerlily

I haven't seen them online in any of their stuff, like they completely dissappeared off the net... >_>

Anyone know any details?

Today I thought of what I beleive in. Not so much honestly. I thought about this.

I quit beleiving in God. Why? Well when I beleived in God there was so much shit inside me that made me angry about sins and death. So then I realised that I beleive in Science more than God. Why? Well it's like this. The bible gives you one answer. "God" Science asks a question and answers it. Nifty eh? But thats not what this rant is entirley about.

I read a comic today. A stip. And it showed the Protagonists girlfriend being murdered. He killed the guy that killed her. This made me interested. I thought of it. He said "The Gods call me out to do this, I shall give the command out. If it is something I must do. Then I shall murder if told." When I thought of this I was thinking.

"Then maybe you and your "God" Should die." Thinking of the sins in the bible. I don't like murder. The only time I should ever have to kill someone is if my life is in danger. Or another one is. But when I thought more into the thought I realised this.

"I understand why it's painful. He watched his love one die right in front of his eyes having absolute no control over the situation at hand." That is why it was sad. Then I thought again.

"What could I have done if I was ever in the same situation? The one you loved is at the others hands. You can't move. Can't shoot if you don't have ANY sort of weapon. Can't talk out of it." Then I felt down for a second. "That would mean hopeless."

Like I said not much of a rant. Just something I felt awkward and realised. And I know "It's only a comic." But I am saying what if you where in the same situation the protagonist was in? What could you do? If you had no weapons and the guy refused to listen? The only thing I could think of is bum rush. You would hurt your loved one a bit. But its better than dieing right?

Also about the me and science thing. If there is a God out there. Then when I die is when I am going to find out. Even if I do burn in hell.

Sorry for that title, but I'm not entirely feeling positive about yesterday's and today's events with my family. I'm not gonna rant because I feel like it's not an issue since the solution is something I've already begun taking steps towards to and well... shit.

Here's the story: Last year, I flew off the nest. Started living on my own as I started college life, here in Mar del Plata. So... I guess I did well, because I never threw the towel and I did show I can be independant (Not mentioning the financial part though, since my parents thankfully provide the income so I don't have to work while studying). This year, though, my sister also came to study in Mar del Plata. She goes to a different colleges, but for obvious economical reasons, she and I had to be placed in the same appartment.

Okay, some of you already have seen my rants about our life together. It's basically just childish arguments. And I'm just like that with her: I argue and I argue and get all pissed off but hours later, a day tops, I'm all buddy buddy again with her. She works somewhat the same. Except... two days ago, morning, I was trying to catch some Zs, even though I was sleeping late, when I heard my family arguing in the kitchen.

Of course, I usually give a rat's ass about those kinds of arguments, since it's usually my sarcastic father trying to joke around with my mom who's practically the complete opposite and getting into 15 second-long arguments. But the three (Sis, mom and dad) kept mentioning my name. So I kept an ear out to over-hear (They practically were shouting anyway).

Bleh. Turns out she wants to live on her own next year because she can't tolerate me.

That night, as I was setting the fire for a BBQ, mom 'n dad decided to break it to me, and since I actually said: "Spare me, you guys were practically yelling it while I was trying to sleep.", we had a short talk about it. Mom left and I was stuck talking with dad.

One thing about my chats with dad is that he suddenly forgets about his sarcastic, good-vibe persona and you suddenly feel like there's a thousand eyes staring at you waiting for you to screw up to humiliate you.

Other than that, we had a man-to-man talk about how I felt about this situation. I gave my version of the facts and finished with my opinion. If I've to recall, it went somewhat like this:

Dad: "So, what's your opinion on this?"

Me: "To me, I think she took things a bit far this time. She never said anything about splitting next year. Other than that, I believe she's old enough to make her own decisions. Still... What she wants to do and what she can do are greatly different things," Granted, I'm sure I subconsciously pulled that line out from their discussion earlier, "We have it tough with money. It's not like we can rent two apartments just because she wants to live on her own."

Dad: "Yes, I understand. Trust me son, I know what it is you two are going through, and it's most likely age, and privacy, your own stuff, blah blah blah." <- Too long of a chat to remember.

Me: "Still... it sort of pisses me off that she'd go through this like that. I mean, sure, part of this is obviously my fault," I remember him nodding and talking about 50-50, "But I don't think there's any real reason for her to move out. It's stupid. We argue, but we argue like any god-damn pair of siblings who live together. The next morning we hug and cook for each other, and that's how it always will be so long as we live near each other. She's my sister, and she's my only sibling. Even if many times I despise her horrendous way of directing herself towards others, she's my family, and I wouldn't change her, what's more, I can't choose my family. I've been there for her, I'm here for her and I'm sure she'd be there for me if I needed her. The fact we argue is such a redundant thing in our life that I'm really having trouble thinking that's her real reason for wanting to split."

Dad: "I can tell. I already told your mother. This most likely is just one of her drown-screams. However... you two are old enough, and it's not like I can prohibite either of you to do what you think is right for yourselves. That's why I'll allow her to carry on as she likes. In time, she'll realize what's wrong and what's right. She's got more than 3 months to do that."

We talked, and talked. In the end, we decided to change subjects as mom came back. It's not like I wanted to repeat everything from the beggining and discuss about the same with an added person.

So. Yeah. Turns out I'm a horrible room-mate for my sister. Despite I've cooked for her and her friends, done almost every house favor she's asked for me and have shared my room with her everytime she'd like to come use my stuff. Don't mind me though, I know she's also cooked for me one time or another, it's just after this year, I really thought this had worked out pretty fine. Guess I was wrong.

Sigh... now I'm supposed to start looking for a new apartment for next year since we'll most likely be unable to afford the one we're currently in, since she wants an apartment for herself. Mom suggested a dorm. Geez, I'm way too much of a secluded-head to live with people I've never met before, all I do is go out for college, daily expenses and to the gym to work out.

I'm... anxious. And scared. I feel like I've been backstabbed, as well. But at the same time, I'm doubting those feelings.

Help...?

Funniest shit I've heard in a long while!

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Yes, Texas accidentally banned all marriage due to poor wording in their Amendment, and now they're trying to pass another Amendment to counteract the first. That's the equivalent to having a sinking ship, and building another ship to prevent the first one from sinking.

You know what I've noticed? When people rant, they are always angry, upset, or depressed. That gets kinda boring after a while, don't you think? I'm gonna mix things up a bit. I'm tired of hearing about bad things so I'm going to rant about how happy I am. XD

That's right. I am so FUCKING happy that it's ridiculous~! The sun is shining and I feel like it wishes me a good day when I leave the house in the morning. God, it makes me this fucking awesome feeling and I can't wait to start the day. My heart is always full of the most amazing fucking sensation. I swear, it is FANTASTIC. It's like I did drugs, and I don't do that shit by the way, but ten times better because I didn't do that shit!! And yes; I am using profanity, but at least it isn't about how fucking angry I am or how shitty I feel.

Happiness is the way to go folks! As a sign once said: "Walk with light." .... > > Whatever the hell that means....

Anyways, so you all get the point that I'm fucking happy right?? Awesome. Stay cool, guys. ^ ^

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live, as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, please leave your memories here and join us in hoping his memory will live on...
(where I got the post: http://elsmar.com/Forums/archive/index.php/t-13813.html )