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hah you pune little mongers, you don't get me, I am superior... well, the fairyqueen is teh very word for it, the leader of fairies, like those one's in Peter Pan, but more of a psychic character... as I read it again... the fairy resembles something the unwise have that is partially said to give them thier thoughts... It's mentioned somewhere in the end of the 2nd chapter with lots of typos... "whisper truths, that's what they do...

I did make lots of it poetical, then tried to translate them poetically, at the same time keeping the atmosphere... other parts are not even supposed to be so

 ;DThe very response I was looking for... well, none of my IRL friend got it, so... but after a long night of studying it, I found a symbolic meaning to everything, ad then I was very impressed by myself... there are words such as canine that are not the same in Finnish which is te original language, but I translated so, that te meaning would stay. The word is yet mostly the same.

hmmm, I might add them here, as m0ds will suggest later on... I f only I could remember... If only I had written them down... it's such a long job, and I hardyl have the time now, but later perhaps...

I wrote this essay for school a while ago, and my teacher had a hard time with it. I'll translate it into English as well as possible so that you'll feel the way she did. Have fun reading it.


                                                          Dear Friends

”The first step. There you are, even though you're not entirely bad. But a smile I do not see on your loins , nor on your lips. Perhaps someone could touch your lips, I am not interested in it,  you surely are no fairyqueen, nor are you a canine.”
   ”Me?”
   ”No, it's not you who I'm talking to, I would never talk to a canine, do you know why? Because while speaking a canine won't bark, and when a canine won't bark, it can bite. Yes, maybe if I bit it first. But then how could I speak?”
   ”Last night, or was it the one before, yes, it is of no relevancy anyway wherther it is about what I would say to you, if I had a chance! After all, it is you turn to listen now, and therefore I wish that you would listen to me. Perhaps even pretend to do so, perhaps. Perhaps you would speak... yes, perhaps you would speak a foreign language.”
   ”AS I was saying: last night, meaning the night before, wherther it makes a difference. Or, what does your clock say now?”
   ”Oh mine?”
   ”No, not your's but your's! Yes, yesterday, or was it the day after, I, or rather we; I mean of course myself and my sun, were sitting in front of a clock. We talked about the clock in fact, most odd. WE do live one day at the time, you and me, when you are my sun. But as a sun also yearns for honey... what you say? Yes, honey, indeed, and can a day be divided into parts? Yes, I count the hours, you count the minutes, whereas my sun is concerned about seconds. On the other hand, if you should be my sun, by what would you count then? Well, if one should count minutes, then me and mymy sun would reach the conclusion, and do you not agree, that while we lived a minute at a time life would be longer. There are more minutes than what there are days?”
   ”You have always been this source of inspiration to me. Or not always, but at least since my sun moved in to live with me.That is why I have it harder and harder to understand, why do you take  my words for nothing, even boring you find them. Very well, I believe I speak fully subjectively at times, but it comes in me from the outside, and it is about you. It is my sun and therefore I would wish that you were my sun. Why woul dI talk to a canine?”
   ”Oh me?”
   ”Why, if it can bite but you can not? And why would I live a day at a time, if my sun lived a minute. I would die at once. A straight or a crooked hit in to the heart or the forehead, it only takes one. We could perhaps live foreverm once you were my sun, she does have enough honey with her, yes, perhaps... for to you I am talking to and I dare not love. Yes... perhaps...”

   ”The second step. Why did you bring me here? Maybe because I ask too much, yes, maybe that's why. Maybe because I have friends, maybe.No, they do not live there, they live here! Not in a fruit. They all live here and others do too; it makes me complete, and that is why I speak all the time. And surely you know what I feel, you are no canine.”
   ”Oh we?”
   ”No, not you, you are canine. You could bite. Yes, shout at me, even behind my back!”
   ”Did I see it, that some of you live, and some even in white houses? Very much like that one there! What does it think it is, that's what it calls itself. But it's making faces to everyone! And if I should lay my sun for it, it would spit her out too. Is it you who have made it white? It surely doesn't see for itself, as it spits away everything visible, as it shall spit you later. It is a house, but what is it? I doesn't think that, being a house, that is what you say to it. And it doesn't even say so, it is a house.”
   ”You all try to be wiser than what I am, otherwise I would be silent. Yet I am not. You make me speak, and I do not tolerate silence, unawareness. I am not wise by knowing you are quiet, though you don't notice it, and only because I always speak. I also know that I talk often, you do not know it, and it doesn't make me wise either. Then if I was wise, they wouldn't know it, nor would you, and do yo know, nor would I. I wouldn't, because I wouldn't tell myself it.”
   It's all about time. There are days already lived through, and those that shall be yet lived. Which one's are longer, that is but you choise. Not mine nor my sun's but your days. Surely I couldn't mean that someone would choose on our behalf, mine and my sun's, I am no house. On the other hand, I'm not wise either.”
   ”They say, that even fairies get wiser by time, but who cares about them?
They fly around our heads, whisoerin truths. They areally are something, like pesticides. Yes, that's what they are, but wise people do not know about them, they don't live in white houses. And I'm not afraid. Perhaps I would get along without them, perhaps wthout you. Yes, perhaps...”
   ”Oh us?”
   ”Yes, perhaps you...”

   ”Two steps have been taken, do you see? Do you see? But we are in the middle of the road. This is the most dangerous... You did promise me, we're not on the other side”
   ”Oh but you wanted to count minutes yourself! Do you not enjoy you life long as it is? Perhaps with us?”
   ”Yes, perhaps... Yes, indeed, and I did not think of that. Are you my sun, now that I see you?”
   ”And you see! Because I stayed on this road and I counted minutes. Maybe now yo udare love, you do speak already.”
   ”Yes, maybe... I remember, but then I don't remember, but I snile, don't I. I can't see my smile, but I feel. I think, so I say so, but I still don't understand...”
   Why was it that he didn't understand then? Because he was wise, among his friends. And no-one was perfectly wise, they all had their fairies. He could be wise, for he needed not to cover himself, no canine comes in the middle of the road.
   ”So I am not dreaming? How many are there of you? Are we 'we'? When did you come?”
   ”Never you mind about that; I'm here now and the sun is shining. Look, has it ever been as bright?”
   ”I see it, as I see you and you. I can think again.”
   
   He remembered the sun as it once was, in the darkness, sometimes, yesterday, or the day before that, not that it matters now that you're in the middle of the road: there, where the light is the central. So bright, that you couldn't see it, but yet so weak, that it died and gave out no light. And they all were warm, forte grey surface didn't spit as white did.
   ”There on the other side of the road the sun doesn't shine, for it's in the shadows. There I would not wish to be.”
   ”Nor would I. Come, take my hand, it's easy.”
   They all took off in a gruop keeping up the conersation.
   ”Are we friends, are we here?!
   ”Yes. And we are not within your head, in your forehead, nor within your heart. Still loves of us what you have withnin.”
   ”And yes indeed, I might laugh, you're doing this to me, and you. Not the others.”
   ”That's certain. And the same thing you do to us, for you are a friend!”
   
   I wonder if a man has ever smiles like he smiled now. Most likely yes, but he hadn't, and the sun was also shining, like it had never before. And as it shone it also followed thier steps, minute by minute, and maybe somtime, tomorrow, or the day after, when he would be wiser, would it be easier for him to focus on enjoying it. Yes, maybe...
   ”And maybe one day I will talk behind my smile, and love. Maybe I will get back...”
   ”You know it already.”

                                                  END

Kindly she tried to figure this one out and comment on it, the poor sod... all in all I got 50 points when the grades were from 50 to 99, but I don't think she ever realized what I was after... Maybe even I myself didn't

I wanted to share this with you because I like myself pretty much. Feel free to say I'm stupid. My friends just say I eat too much mushrooms

Heh, who asks only for things they need?

Dear Joulupukki, I've been very good this year, as your gnomes have reported you. Yet this year has been hard for us, having to live with mom's low salary, but I wish you merry christmas nevertheless, after all, it is the time of hope and joy. This year me wishes will be represented through links, as you know, multimedia r0x0rz these days. So here you have it:

http://www.rickenbacker.com/model.asp?model=381v69
http://www.fender.com/products/search.php?partno=0100202850
http://www.fender.com/products/search.php?partno=2289700000
http://www.voodoolab.com/gcontrolpro.htm
...hmm, and a Harley Davidson would be cool, as well as a Saab 96... and once you're at it, I wouldn't mind if some of my "unwanted relatives" dissappeared, if you know what I mean. Tell Luigi, hell know Ã, 

Oh, and if something comes to mind, I'll just send a text message!

By my own experience I can say it won't do neither of you any good if you were to stay whilst you still wanted to leave, to live alone that is. I realized myself, that once I got this feeling of not probably being with her forever but still taking it seriously enough not to just play, I realized there was no point. If I wanted and didn't want to be serious it would not have made sense. Breaking up was bitter and hard, I liked her a lot, but thinking that while with her I'd rather be alone... you know...
  Well first of all everyone knows it's you or she who makes the decission. but hearing what people says often helps... I would say again, that you can have a serious relationship, or if you are willing to make a commitment, you can't leave it halfway... Sry for the mistakes in spelling, hastily written too...

It's just a suggestion, but you might try smoothening the lines between the green pictures. Anyway, that's what struck me the first, otherwise, great job...

Yet to think of it, you might concider wherther those yellow and green fit together, and the font you use on the green again. But as I said, it's a great piece and mine are merely suggestions, you could try them, I guess it wouldn't hurt.

Oh boy, a chance to humiliate myself again: here's the explanation: http://www.adventuregamestudio.co.uk/yabb/index.php?topic=23307.0

WOW baby do I have a dwarf army back home! not 40.000 though... Ended it due to lack of funds, that game is only for not grown up adults who can afford it. Nor did I ever bother to learn the rules to these buggers.

But I have a friend who still does them, elves or something... he's really a killer in painting them

Nice big, admitted... but There's something about the second car to the front, the black one: What's the black block under the right back window of it? And then the shadowy thing under it looks very weird. Somehow the depth is missing, the two black cars look more like a back of a one black car, with the exception of both back wheels showing.

Then the frontal car's door, I was waiting too see a joint of somekind there, but I don't and that bothers me... I would have srawn a pic to explain better, but I still can't use Photoshop that well

looks kind of like Clint Eastwood, which is only good, I like it

I like the 3rd one, but it may be because I'm a big Genesis fan... yes, the band...

Becky, was the idea not to tudor them on using the program rather than the forum? I bet everyone can use a forum without a mentor...

Hmmm, I find that moderators seem to be more keen on this idea than others...

[edit](to the following post by Becks: Yes, I see, silly me in this case, I really don't see the point...

The way I see it, experienced users offering to do tutoring for "nOObs" would be a much more effective way. That way the beginners could choose to ask someone who is dedicated to helping... Otherwise we might find the response to help requests rather scarce. But now that I think of it, there is this "offer your services" obstacle out there...

But I must admit, the idea sounds very supportable as it can be hard to adjust into a world like this, that, as Andail said, requires extra knowledge. I know I had a hard time, if I ever even did

had a bit of fun with it, not too much though as can be seen, for these days I'm too busy to make it.

I most certainly refuse to be wrong. I didi so many tests and all of them prove in favor of my theory, well, anyway do the x thing

To make the drawers the same size you just need to make them equally sizen vertically. they do squeeze a little bit on the sides, but keep the sides of the drawers as far from the side of the desk as the others are. That'd give the impression that they are the same size... Here, I draw some lines to indicate what I meant:


Notice the same vertical red line. I reckon it should reach the tops of the upper drawers too in order to male them the same size as the one down... The thinner horizontals lines I drew there just to show the point, though they seem to be in order.

And, InCreator,as you are suggesting, I misunderstood what you meant. We got mixed up and I don't want you to be blaming me for what I accidentaly blamed you for. I mentioned I was sorry, and struggling with this s.c. "hostile" atmosphere I got confused. I appologise InCreator for interpreting your post as one of those hostile, and for probably pointing it out too sharply, which I didn't wish to do.

And for this post not to be in vain, Fluke, I suggest you to answer these threads unless you just want to pull our noses, because that's what it feels like. And I've been triyng to be on your side for as long as I remember

I was about to answer in his behalf, but then I realized I have nothing to say, as I read his post fully through:

I'm planning to sharpen it up, but maybe you guys can help aswell.

Yeah like doing it for you like Darth did... we can comment, but now I agree with others. Don't wait for others to sharpen something up for you that you never even tried to do well lame

AWWWW! What a cute little fellow! Congratulations to you and your wife and may he live a happy life with lots of  luck and stuff He looks kind of like the older half too Make them worth showing around, that's what they are for... aren't they?

the -a- flower, I can't reallly figure out werther it's a rose or a tulip. Seems like a tulip, but the, can I say anathomy is more like that of a rose. I dare you to google some images that may give advice on the details. It's rather big compared to the coffin though. Which brings me to another subject:
   The coffin looks more like two blocks side by side. My advice is, do as Ido so very often when I don't know what something really looks like, google an image...

I must agree with Haddas on the text

InCreator, there is something to crit here. Read the above and stop stupid accuses. Sorry, but I for one am here to advice others to do something differently in order to achieve better results.