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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Story Bone

Wait, the SIMs isn't a first-person shooter? I've been playing it all wrong then.

He was the kind of guy who played the SIMs as a first person shooter.

He was the kind of guy who played the SIMs like like he played Doom.

The SIMs played him like Grand Theft Auto.

Take you pick. (tip of the hat to Mer for her blog entry which sparked this particular flavor of lunacy)

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