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It's time we gave this place another kick up the arse!

Every section, whatever it is, get it going! All members, mods, globals and admins alike!

Let's get it going again!

This is a follow on from the email I sent (or will have sent) to all members, in response to the shocking lack of activity on the site over the past few weeks.

I want to get activity back to decent levels, whether that be in off-topic, in RPs or any other ways you can think of.

So this thread isn't really much else other than a roll call. There will be no chatting in this thread,

I just want one post each from members who intend to be active, and not just for a bit.

This site needs regular members posting regularly. Please don't...

I have found the reason, and concurrently, the solution to my problem. To place her above any other with no real founding or deserving, I have subsequently halted any chance I may of had in finding love elsewhere, until now. My problem was a simple one, but it's surprised me how deeply it has taken root in and around my heart. The hopeless hope. I had placed so much hope, so much blind faith in yearning for her to change her mind about me, that I'd completely forgotten to leave myself open for any other opportunities, and worse still, losing out on the chance of love with another, who is completely...

"A heart is a fragile thing, that's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile then others, purer somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass. Even the way they shatter is beautiful"- John E. Pogue

Funny how reading that had me nodding until the last little bit. There is nothing beautiful about a broken heart. From first hand experience, it is a nauseating, hollowing, destructive state. From lots of first hand experience, it should be avoided at all cost. It can take many forms, however, and how...

Well, I could do this two ways. Blurt it out as blunt as it can be written, or go all cryptic, so as to confuse all but myself. We'll see as I go along. Fuck it. Blunt, with a hint of cryptic. I'll name no names, apart from my own, obviously, because I'm writing it and it's me I'm talking about. So it turns out opinion of me is that of a tame, friendly guy who's a great friend, but not good enough for a relationship. Apparently it's because I'm not predatory enough. I approach the whole thing with an air of "be my friend" as opposed to "be mine". Despite others trying to persuade...

And in the death of one Dream, another is born... Well... Sort of. This is a story of two people aiming to replace the almost certainty of a legendary band having it's heart ripped out.. by vowing to create their own "super-band". Their first task, recruiting the now departed drummer of said band for their own strange and doom-laden plan. The second step, becoming proficient at their chosen instrument. Now we know by now that I usually write in the first person, so that's how we're gonna roll this time round as well. And my chosen instrument is the underrated and under-appreciated bass...

Ok. This is an attempt to get my feelings out on the screen so I can make at least a bit of a start at getting my head around them. I don't care who reads it or if there are any comments, this isn't for that.

I can't explain it, but I've been feeling down a hell of a lot lately. Don't get me wrong, I've had good times with friends, family and other assorted people, but for some reason I just can't fight the feeling of being down. I'm surrounded by all the people I love, and yet I've never felt this way, despite all their good will and intent. I guess it's something to do with the fact...

What a week it's been. I think I've explored every emotion I knew I had, ranging from true happiness to near depression. I don't know if it's a medical thing, but let me document the things that have happened, and maybe it'll be a little bit clearer.

The weekend started with much promise, and in all innocence, I had no idea of the night that was to unfold. I went the gym in the morning, meeting with a colleague who was 45 minutes late, so I was annoyed at him for that, but at the same time pleased with myself at the workout I'd done whilst at the gym. Upon leaving the gym, I went and...

Crazia Gymnasia! The Sequel

So, my first foray into the world of the gymnasium fell flat on it's burger-filled face. I'm not proud of that, but that's the way things happen sometimes. And those burgers were very tasty. Many months have passed since then, and I was slowly getting fatter. Not like.. inflating a balloon fatter, just tiny bit by tiny bit getting a little bit more overweight. So I decided to take matters back into my own hands, and join another, conveniently this one is much cheaper and is so much easier to get to. This time I also had the motivation and support of four of...

Before you ask, I don't think those words are real... check them in a dictionary if you really want to know. Anyway. The latest of my clearly very intelligent ideas was to join a gym. Boy was that a strange choice. These places are like parallel universes! They have strange mechanical beasts ready to bend and stretch human people every which way but Saturday! So. I had made the decision, and the next step was to go to the place and actually physically sign up for it. Off I hopped, on a bus, which was seemingly made out of several shopping trolleys held together with old washing lines, it was so...

I always thought, or at least held onto the thought, that a relationship with someone you're already friends with is a risky thing to do, but despite it's chance of success being low, when it does work, it can be a magical thing, and because you already know a lot about each other, you can make better decisions regarding them.

The risk is in the loss. Say it doesn't work. Say you split from this person. Not only have you lost your lover, you've lost your friend as well. And this is just the beginning of the fallout. If the two of you are a part of a group of friends, they could easily...

It's there, you just have to look for it. The freedom of untied hands and hearts weighs down on the minds of the chastised. In this world there are so many vices, so many tempting diversions, we forget where we were heading, often never reaching our destination at all. Spare a thought for the ones tied down, they live only for those they have obligation, serving whim and will almost blindly for the chance to feel something as fleeting as love. While it becomes important, ingrained in our minds, the biological workings stir us to crave and yearn and want more than can be gained.

Too...

Ok, I'm going to run you through the correct way to make a sub to mid standard Thai green curry.

To start, the ingredients.

Chicken,
Thai green curry paste,
Olive oil,
Coconut milk,
Red pepper/green pepper/both,
Mushrooms,
Leek/onion,
Microwave rice,
Salt,
About a bottle and a half of beer (your preference).

Now, the technique.

Cut the chicken into thin strips, like as thin as a finger, but not as thin as a shoelace. Remember to wash your hands very regularly as you're dealing with raw chicken.
Don't cook...