Ah, so we all remember waking up Saturday morning ecstatic that the cartoons were coming on tv, and now whenever we think about it we get a wave of nostalgia, but just incase you are too young to remember the good stuff, or you do and would like a walk down memory lane, I figured I'd post both of these up.

You're on newgrounds, you'd better love animation.

80s cartoons

90s cartoons

Couldn't resist sharing this, plus its stuck in my head:

The bbs has and always will remain essentially what it has always been: A conglomerant of ideas fused into a single place from so many different perspectives and belief systems that avoiding occasional eruptions is far beyond impossible. That does not mean, however, that any user has to be satisfied with the status quo of their own posting habits. It also doesn't mean you should be concerned with the status quo of your neighbors posting habits.

A lot of the attempts to change the bbs are always focused on what other people can do or should stop doing on the bbs. That is, in my opinion, the point of moderation. We react, but reaction doesn't change anything, it merely stems the flow slowly in the general direction it was heading.

Proaction by individuals is really going to be the only way to ever change this place. You have to constantly do the same thing, do it well, and not try and shove it down other people's throats with didactic threads where you place yourself on some golden glistening pedistol.

You want to do something amazing for the bbs? Then I'd challeng you to do something creative. Why should our creativity end on the flash portal, the music portal or the art portal? This might as well be a writing portal, where the more intersting and creative you are the more likely you are to remain on the front page.

You may not be able to write stories on the bbs, but that doesn't mean you can't get togeather with a bunch of users and pull togeather some kind of competition. You could put several minutes worth of effort into a photoshop. You could read and take the time respond to post on the bbs. There rarely is a topic you yourself can't make better rather than saying "I don't care."

This is only a reiteration of things other people have said. There is nothing wrong with the bbs, it could be perfect tomorrow, but thats entirely up to you.

R.I.P. Firefly

A black swath, a river
cuts. I stand between
two guiding white ropes.

The grass, crippled creeps,
witheringly reaping pebbles,
trodden into retreating.

A growning growl above
echoed below, resounding
around me, I should move.

...but I don't.

The following is proof you can be so horrible that you are entertainment for others.

Title: DOOM: Repercussions of Evil
Author: Unknown

John Stalvern waited. the lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. when he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired teh rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.

Well, as you all know Sam (citricsquid) kind of went nuts yesterday. Well, I talked to him on msn and convinced him to hand me his code base. I took most of last night and today to port it over to flash, and now we have a system that will run strait from the Flash portal.

I know I was reluctant to do it at first, but after talking with a couple of my CS professors, I found out how to make a nearly unbreakable chat system. You actually have to use your newgrounds name, so make sure you are logged in when you start using the client.

Feel free to post here if you want to be modded. Of course this is just temporary.

Oh, and here's a direct link: Ng Chat

I did a few calculations today, summing the total number of posts from all my alts and my main account only to find that I was about 38 posts away from 10,000.

This is interesting to me, only because having an alt made post count so much less desirable for me. No one would ever really see how many posts I had, and in a weird way it showed me how much it really mattered to begin with. My 10,000 will happen in a moment of silence. You'll never know for sure even if you read this thread when it happened. There is probably some post I miscounted at somepoint.

My time with alts is long past, and perhaps it is best that their postcount is seperated from mine. The only accounts with any decent posts on them were Grish_noren (StarvedIntelligence) and Brian. But one was used to get around rules it shouldn't have gotten around and the other was used for necessities sake in recent days.

I don't know what the point of this is, but when you see me reach 10,000, you'll have already missed it.

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It is possible, one reaches a sexually active age, to twist the veins togeather that lead to the testicles, or even to pinch them in such a way that circulation is cut off. This is usually followed by unbearable pain. You have about an hour to two, maybe less to get to a hospital and have minor surgery to fix this or you will lose your testicles and never have children.

Truth.

So a string walks into a bar and asks for a shot of bourbon. The bartender says, "We don't serve your kind here."

So, the string gets up, goes out in the ally, ties himself up and rubs his head against the wall for a while.

About an hour later he goes back into the bar. The bartender says, "Hey aren't you that string?"

"Nope, I'm a frayed not."

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