May I rant?

[br00ster]

Great. I never knew, but I'm not alowwed to PM. So, no PMing me folks! I talked to my mom about trying to beta storys through PM, since I'm not alowwed to e-mail outside the family. Turns out, I'M NOT ALOWWED TO PM!

She says it'll get me kidnapped. And God forbid I try to approach her again. She'll freak out.

[Urthdigger]

The only way it can get you kidnapped is if you give out personal information. Real sorry 'bout your predicament, I know what it's like to an extent.

[br00ster]

Yeah. We had one incident with to much info when I was like...8. But nothing happened, and I'm careful now.

[coming2atvnearu]

So, no email but you're allowed to post on random public forums?

[Qanda]

By PMing you would get kidnapped? Oh, I see, a random hairy hand will stretch out from the PM and grab you inside the computer screen.

What your mother needs to know is that PMing will not hurt you. It is revealing personal information which may (though very unlikely too). Who's to stop you from revealing your address, family income, daily routine, etc publicly on the forums even without using PM?

[Jasujo]

So, no email but you're allowed to post on random public forums?

That's what I was thinking. It seems a bit odd that you wouldn't be allowed to email or PM, but you can post personal things about your life on a public forum where anyone can see.

[coming2atvnearu]

Also, while I'm here... that's pretty weak as far as rants go.

Not that it isn't a valid complaint, but it sure ain't no steaming, vicious, knock yer socks off, someone-better-get-Larry-King-on-the-phone-to-line-up-an-interview-before-this-guy-goes-ballistic rant.

Two lines does not a rant make. You can't do that, its not allowed. Its poor ettiquette. Its bad manners. Its bad form. The Russian judge gives a 2. Ann Landers says stop and try again. Dear Abby agrees.

You say "rant" we think its the fricking Crusades but its the Bay of Pigs invasion. By saying rant you're giving a false impression of what we're going to get. Its like in the 80s when people figured the ultimate in sex appeal for vehicles was a station wagon because nothing says "I'm an available, attractive, desirable human being" like a giant boat on wheels. Anyways, this really did the trick for a while. They were ugly, they guzzled gas like Italy goes through Prime Ministers and the only option they came with was the interior could be REALLY stinky and guaranteed to form sweat on your back and butt and force you to stick to the seat even in the middle of January or it could be SOMEWHAT stinky and guaranteed to form the sweat in the back and nether regions and the stick and all the other horrible side effects. But you know what? It worked! Guys would go into bars and say, "Hey baby, you wanna see my station wagon?" and chicks would melt. They'd just collapse right there. Wham, Bam, Thank you GM. But then the novelty wore off. It wasn't a big deal. So some genius said, hey, how can I make this already irresistable piece of automotive marvel even more amazing? And you know what that whack job came up with? Fake wood siding. On a car. Now, when I'm flying down the highway because I'm late for my job because my girl friend decided now would be a perfect time for a little relationship talk, I want to be able to go as fast as possible with minimal concern for my safety, but I can't help but sweat a wee bit thinking that the only thing preventing me from a SEVERE case of road rash is a few 2 by 4s and a sheet of plywood. And the thing was, THAT WORKED TOO! It was bought by a bunch of middle aged, one-time hippies who now had a family and sold their soul to giant corporations because they figured that, even though they now wore a breath restricting neck tie to work everyday and drove a car that cleaned out small Middle Eastern countries or entire Alaskan wetlands just on the morning commute, they were closer to nature. The wood did that for them. The pine fresh scent wasn't good enough for them. It was a facade. A Fake. A phony. A big, fat, phony fake. That's what the title of the post is. A giant fake wood exterior on the station wagon of my life! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.

Now you go watch some reruns of Dennis Miller era SNL or force yourself to sit through one of Rush Limbaugh's shows (which is not recommended for your health or sanity) and try one more time, buddy.

Pffft, amateur.

[Paul]

You say "rant" we think its the fricking Crusades but its the Bay of Pigs invasion. By saying rant you're giving a false impression of what we're going to get. Its like in the 80s when people figured the ultimate in sex appeal for vehicles was a station wagon because nothing says "I'm an available, attractive, desirable human being" like a giant boat on wheels. Anyways, this really did the trick for a while. They were ugly, they guzzled gas like Italy goes through Prime Ministers and the only option they came with was the interior could be REALLY stinky and guaranteed to form sweat on your back and butt and force you to stick to the seat even in the middle of January or it could be SOMEWHAT stinky and guaranteed to form the sweat in the back and nether regions and the stick and all the other horrible side effects. But you know what? It worked! Guys would go into bars and say, "Hey baby, you wanna see my station wagon?" and chicks would melt. They'd just collapse right there. Wham, Bam, Thank you GM. But then the novelty wore off. It wasn't a big deal. So some genius said, hey, how can I make this already irresistable piece of automotive marvel even more amazing? And you know what that whack job came up with? Fake wood siding. On a car. Now, when I'm flying down the highway because I'm late for my job because my girl friend decided now would be a perfect time for a little relationship talk, I want to be able to go as fast as possible with minimal concern for my safety, but I can't help but sweat a wee bit thinking that the only thing preventing me from a SEVERE case of road rash is a few 2 by 4s and a sheet of plywood. And the thing was, THAT WORKED TOO! It was bought by a bunch of middle aged, one-time hippies who now had a family and sold their soul to giant corporations because they figured that, even though they now wore a breath restricting neck tie to work everyday and drove a car that cleaned out small Middle Eastern countries or entire Alaskan wetlands just on the morning commute, they were closer to nature. The wood did that for them. The pine fresh scent wasn't good enough for them. It was a facade. A Fake. A phony. A big, fat, phony fake. That's what the title of the post is. A giant fake wood exterior on the station wagon of my life! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.

Didn't know you were accustom to rant etiquette. Nice, by the way.

[Jasujo]

You say "rant" we think its the fricking Crusades but its the Bay of Pigs invasion. By saying rant you're giving a false impression of what we're going to get. Its like in the 80s when people figured the ultimate in sex appeal for vehicles was a station wagon because nothing says "I'm an available, attractive, desirable human being" like a giant boat on wheels. Anyways, this really did the trick for a while. They were ugly, they guzzled gas like Italy goes through Prime Ministers and the only option they came with was the interior could be REALLY stinky and guaranteed to form sweat on your back and butt and force you to stick to the seat even in the middle of January or it could be SOMEWHAT stinky and guaranteed to form the sweat in the back and nether regions and the stick and all the other horrible side effects. But you know what? It worked! Guys would go into bars and say, "Hey baby, you wanna see my station wagon?" and chicks would melt. They'd just collapse right there. Wham, Bam, Thank you GM. But then the novelty wore off. It wasn't a big deal. So some genius said, hey, how can I make this already irresistable piece of automotive marvel even more amazing? And you know what that whack job came up with? Fake wood siding. On a car. Now, when I'm flying down the highway because I'm late for my job because my girl friend decided now would be a perfect time for a little relationship talk, I want to be able to go as fast as possible with minimal concern for my safety, but I can't help but sweat a wee bit thinking that the only thing preventing me from a SEVERE case of road rash is a few 2 by 4s and a sheet of plywood. And the thing was, THAT WORKED TOO! It was bought by a bunch of middle aged, one-time hippies who now had a family and sold their soul to giant corporations because they figured that, even though they now wore a breath restricting neck tie to work everyday and drove a car that cleaned out small Middle Eastern countries or entire Alaskan wetlands just on the morning commute, they were closer to nature. The wood did that for them. The pine fresh scent wasn't good enough for them. It was a facade. A Fake. A phony. A big, fat, phony fake. That's what the title of the post is. A giant fake wood exterior on the station wagon of my life! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.

And *that* is the reason for the coming2atvnearu fan club. *happy sigh*

[Alex]

You say "rant" we think its the fricking Crusades but its the Bay of Pigs invasion. By saying rant you're giving a false impression of what we're going to get. Its like in the 80s when people figured the ultimate in sex appeal for vehicles was a station wagon because nothing says "I'm an available, attractive, desirable human being" like a giant boat on wheels. Anyways, this really did the trick for a while. They were ugly, they guzzled gas like Italy goes through Prime Ministers and the only option they came with was the interior could be REALLY stinky and guaranteed to form sweat on your back and butt and force you to stick to the seat even in the middle of January or it could be SOMEWHAT stinky and guaranteed to form the sweat in the back and nether regions and the stick and all the other horrible side effects. But you know what? It worked! Guys would go into bars and say, "Hey baby, you wanna see my station wagon?" and chicks would melt. They'd just collapse right there. Wham, Bam, Thank you GM. But then the novelty wore off. It wasn't a big deal. So some genius said, hey, how can I make this already irresistable piece of automotive marvel even more amazing? And you know what that whack job came up with? Fake wood siding. On a car. Now, when I'm flying down the highway because I'm late for my job because my girl friend decided now would be a perfect time for a little relationship talk, I want to be able to go as fast as possible with minimal concern for my safety, but I can't help but sweat a wee bit thinking that the only thing preventing me from a SEVERE case of road rash is a few 2 by 4s and a sheet of plywood. And the thing was, THAT WORKED TOO! It was bought by a bunch of middle aged, one-time hippies who now had a family and sold their soul to giant corporations because they figured that, even though they now wore a breath restricting neck tie to work everyday and drove a car that cleaned out small Middle Eastern countries or entire Alaskan wetlands just on the morning commute, they were closer to nature. The wood did that for them. The pine fresh scent wasn't good enough for them. It was a facade. A Fake. A phony. A big, fat, phony fake. That's what the title of the post is. A giant fake wood exterior on the station wagon of my life! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.

And *that* is the reason for the coming2atvnearu fan club. *happy sigh*

...How do I join!?

[zorg]

Also, while I'm here... that's pretty weak as far as rants go.

Not that it isn't a valid complaint, but it sure ain't no steaming, vicious, knock yer socks off, someone-better-get-Larry-King-on-the-phone-to-line-up-an-interview-before-this-guy-goes-ballistic rant.

Two lines does not a rant make. You can't do that, its not allowed. Its poor ettiquette. Its bad manners. Its bad form. The Russian judge gives a 2. Ann Landers says stop and try again. Dear Abby agrees.

You say "rant" we think its the fricking Crusades but its the Bay of Pigs invasion. By saying rant you're giving a false impression of what we're going to get. Its like in the 80s when people figured the ultimate in sex appeal for vehicles was a station wagon because nothing says "I'm an available, attractive, desirable human being" like a giant boat on wheels. Anyways, this really did the trick for a while. They were ugly, they guzzled gas like Italy goes through Prime Ministers and the only option they came with was the interior could be REALLY stinky and guaranteed to form sweat on your back and butt and force you to stick to the seat even in the middle of January or it could be SOMEWHAT stinky and guaranteed to form the sweat in the back and nether regions and the stick and all the other horrible side effects. But you know what? It worked! Guys would go into bars and say, "Hey baby, you wanna see my station wagon?" and chicks would melt. They'd just collapse right there. Wham, Bam, Thank you GM. But then the novelty wore off. It wasn't a big deal. So some genius said, hey, how can I make this already irresistable piece of automotive marvel even more amazing? And you know what that whack job came up with? Fake wood siding. On a car. Now, when I'm flying down the highway because I'm late for my job because my girl friend decided now would be a perfect time for a little relationship talk, I want to be able to go as fast as possible with minimal concern for my safety, but I can't help but sweat a wee bit thinking that the only thing preventing me from a SEVERE case of road rash is a few 2 by 4s and a sheet of plywood. And the thing was, THAT WORKED TOO! It was bought by a bunch of middle aged, one-time hippies who now had a family and sold their soul to giant corporations because they figured that, even though they now wore a breath restricting neck tie to work everyday and drove a car that cleaned out small Middle Eastern countries or entire Alaskan wetlands just on the morning commute, they were closer to nature. The wood did that for them. The pine fresh scent wasn't good enough for them. It was a facade. A Fake. A phony. A big, fat, phony fake. That's what the title of the post is. A giant fake wood exterior on the station wagon of my life! AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT.

Now you go watch some reruns of Dennis Miller era SNL or force yourself to sit through one of Rush Limbaugh's shows (which is not recommended for your health or sanity) and try one more time, buddy.

Pffft, amateur.

o.O how long did that take you to write? you are now my idol

[Qanda]

Now, maybe if you all could stop turning this thread into a "worship coming2atvnearu thread", we could turn to more pressing matters like that of br00ster's inability to send PMs.

[Blake]

That's ridiculous. Your Mom is trying to be over-protective. Convince her nothing can happen unless you give out your personal info, which I know you won't do. Maybe you can just PM me, I'm 10 too.

[Jasujo]

That's ridiculous. Your Mom is trying to be over-protective. Convince her nothing can happen unless you give out your personal info, which I know you won't do. Maybe you can just PM me, I'm 10 too.

Lol. That might not work, Lovio. My mother got steamed at me one time when I was on the phone with a boyfriend. We were bored and talking about random things. We happened on the topic of what cars our family had. My mother heard this and became livid. She thought if I told him about our cars, he might come and rob us or something. O.o I know he wasn't from the best section of town, but he was a great kid and extremely smart. She tends to get a bit overreactive on things like that.

I do know what br00ster is dealing with as my mom was similar. Some parents no matter what you say, it's not going to get through. I guess, you can either try talking to her or just wait to PM until you are old enough by her standards. *shrug* If someone has an instant messanger, you can always talk that way. If they don't, you can ask a friend who does to PM them for you.

[shapu]

That's ridiculous. Your Mom is trying to be over-protective. Convince her nothing can happen unless you give out your personal info, which I know you won't do. Maybe you can just PM me, I'm 10 too.

Lol. That might not work, Lovio. My mother got steamed at me one time when I was on the phone with a boyfriend. We were bored and talking about random things. We happened on the topic of what cars our family had. My mother heard this and became livid. She thought if I told him about our cars, he might come and rob us or something. O.o I know he wasn't from the best section of town, but he was a great kid and extremely smart. She tends to get a bit overreactive on things like that.

I do know what br00ster is dealing with as my mom was similar. Some parents no matter what you say, it's not going to get through. I guess, you can either try talking to her or just wait to PM until you are old enough by her standards. *shrug* If someone has an instant messanger, you can always talk that way. If they don't, you can ask a friend who does to PM them for you.

Yar, 'tis always better to be on the protective side than to give nary a care in the world when it comes to your rascals, sez I. Ye lubbers should be glad for your mudders' neuroses, aye.