apparently this guy "no body knows my face" is pretending to be me. nobody can be me except me... so whoever you are, screw off. Otherwise this will become one giant flame-war between you and me!!! YOU WILL BE DESTROYED!!!!

-TAYLOR

okay okay... i get it.

the face dude and cromulent even have distinguishably different servers... so obviously NOT the same person... I just gave up after a while because you two kept bantering back and forth and saying a lot of the same stuff, or in the same style, perhaps.

So, cromulent = Eric, face = ?? perhaps I'll go w/ Paras and say Taylor, sounds good enough to me.

But, on another note, regarding the sounding-board qualities of this board, as mentioned by another, where those of us who post aren't necessarily looking for responses as much as we are just letting something fly in this etherworld...

I hate wetlandss! (yes, in that gollum-esque voice with more than one s on the end, that's how much we hateses it.) This fucking course had better have an easy final. We wantss to destroy her, we do. That evil devil bitch professor musst suffer for making this wetlandss course like the Dead Marshes!

heh, guess who's excited about ROTK? Hey Scotty, got the ticketses yet?

just a point of clarification (as Paras pointed out earlier) I, captain cromulent am Eric, NOT you will no my face, or any other manifestation of. second point of order is everyone should just chill it on out.

just as a personal note, heh heh, i find this message board to be incredibly fascinating because it functions like a microcosm of the real world, in that everyone's speaking and that information's going out and coming in and from all directions but there isn't any actual points of reception. it's like there's no actual completion of dialogue, just a lot of murmurs - especially when everything gets blown up and people go tizzy.

Shut up, tay.

...meaning I'm not Eric. But yes, I love them too; font and table tags are fun for settting things up the bomb. But the devastation is over now, and we can all laugh about that time some guy whose face nobody knows set this board up the bomb. Except maybe Leo. I don't think Leo will laugh. But I'll laugh extra hard to make up for him.

I love the tags </table> and </font>. That is all.

Well, all I can say, Eric, is I'm not sure we're all fond of the bomb.
You totally messed with us!

Well anyway, no hard feelings from me, I just think we all prefer the status quo...
and your rhyming is most likely messing with a bunch of us who just don't have the time
or interest enough to read

But yeah, we know who you are,
or at least those of us who read those few lines where you said your name do...
and if not, well then they'll pick it up soon.

"nobody knows my face" = DELETED

If only I had that kind of power... Paras?

sphiel = shpiel

I present to the few of you
who presently want to argue with me
a bomb set up yer fine community.
Sit back, relax, grab the snacks
enjoy my verbal attacks, jack
I got yer backs captain-C
as yer expectancy would be
of me to do so,
peep the funk flow,
"hot sex in back rows"
Beck gotsda 2 turntables
and he do enables my microphone
you just can't slow down the drone
of my vocal tone,
but when in Rome, right?
So sit back tight, an relax aight?
May as well enjoy the prodigous boy
with no face kuz he's here to stay
from day to day, so take it as entertainment hey?
Unstoppable like a novacaine hurricane
or sugar-ray leonard hopped up on sugarcane,
the tee-kay-oh of sugar-ray Leo is frightening,
but I gotsta keep on fighting, my tongue like lightning
it's so exciting, but don't take it for real
kuz you gotta keep it real, get the feel
to enjoy my sphiel it's a sealed deal
kuz the shit I disturb is intangible,
my stir-stick's a verb or a noun, I'm the evangel
of your worst tongue-tied nightmare scares
now goodnight, my fairs
don't be splitting hairs
or fretting over me
you'll see when you come to love me
that I can be a cat in the hat
if you don't get whack, lacking thing 1 and thing 2
stick wit me in the ring hon, and I'll make you king too.