The Chapel
The ClubHouse: The Game II - Mysterious Puzzler: The Virtual House:
The Chapel
Guruchaz | Tuesday, January 23, 2001 - 09:40 pm  Now I really feel like a jackass for going off and treating New bad from the start. I wonder if he'll stick around the checkout the outside areas? By the way, can I say jackass in church? |
Ocean_Islands | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 04:14 am  Gosh Elitist, you sound like a monkey. |
Elitist | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 08:15 am  Ocean - I don't get it????? |
Elitist | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 09:24 am  Gu - you can say it if you want. You can also stick a lightning rod up your ass and dance in a rainstorm if you want - you just have to live with the consequences uh huh huh  |
Elitist | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 09:24 am  Can I say ass in here? |
Elitist | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 09:26 am  Hmmm, I guess we don't have New in here anymore for some witty comeback to that statement. |
Guruchaz | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 12:58 pm  I have a witty comeback but I don't want to further defile the sanctity of this dwelling. uh huh huh  |
Ocean_Islands | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 01:55 pm  A Monkee! " . . . I'm a believer..." gotcha |
Elitist | Wednesday, January 24, 2001 - 02:08 pm  Duh! Eating too many bananas I guess
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Elitist | Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 08:22 am  Testing. Testing. 1 2 3. Is this thing on? |
Elitist | Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 09:30 am  Here we come, walkin' with our pride. We get the funniest looks from Ev'ry one outside. Hey, hey, we're the Gamers And people say we must play around. But we're too busy chatting To put anybody down. We talk wherever we want to, Discuss what we like to do We don't have time to get restless, There's always something new. Hey, hey, we're the Gamers And people say we should get around. But we're too busy posting To put anybody down. We're just tryin' to be friendly, Come and watch us zing and play, We're the Big Brother generation, And we've got something to say. Any time, Or anywhere, We look over our shoulders Guessing who'll be watching there Hey, hey, we're the Gamers And people say we just tub around. But we're too busy scrubbing To put anybody down. |
Spamgirl | Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 09:44 am  Elitist, get back to your stick observation and do something useful ;) Kidding... love the song! |
Spamgirl | Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 10:05 am  OMG Elitist, I had these sausages this morning... anyways, I got really sick... so I thought to myself "SPAMGIRL, are you going to be sick and then talk about it on TVCH?" Anyways, I'm working... but there's no html involved... just directories |
Elitist | Thursday, January 25, 2001 - 10:11 am  I sure wish I could get into chat to talk about the challenge today. But these dang firewalls will not let me in. They also block all sorts of sites for no reason at all. I need my own laptop too, Merlin, hooked up to a small satellite dish. |
Misslibra | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 11:39 pm  God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference... Now that I am older, here's what I have discovered: I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it. My wild oats have turned into prunes and All Bran. I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded . . . All reports are in; life is now officially unfair. If all is not lost, where is it? It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser. Some days you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant. I wish the buck stopped here; I sure could use a few. Kids in the back seat cause accidents. Accidents in the back seat - cause kids. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere. Only time the world beats a path to your door is when you're in the bathroom. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees. When I'm finally holding all the cards, why does everyone decide to play chess? It's not hard to meet expenses... they're everywhere. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth. These days I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter.... I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I'm here after.  |
Elitist | Saturday, January 27, 2001 - 08:21 pm  Hello Misha, hello Lance too, Here I am at Camp called Game II. Camp is very entertaining and they say we'll have some fun if we stop complaining. I went chatting with GuruChaz man He developed a crush on Az and You remember OI winner He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner. All the hostess hate the baiters And the red room has alligators And the Spamgirl wants no sissies So she reads to us or else she throws her hissies. Now I don't want this should scare you But this Juju she has guns too You remember a guy named Merlin? He was tubbing while Ocean kept on hurlin. Take me home, oh Dilli Winkie, take me home, I hate the Twinkie Don't leave me out in the hot tub where I might expose my little nub. Dearest Enb, darling Enbwife, Do I still have an outside life? Let me come home if ya miss me I will even let Moon Dance hug and kiss me. Wait a minute, its not so vexing, Guys are posting, MissL is sexing, Playing puzzles, gee that's better, TV Clubbers kindly disregard this letter. |
Juju2bigdog | Saturday, January 27, 2001 - 08:42 pm  Here's a little something from the outside world for you worriers. A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. Now, said the professor, I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your children - anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand. <Juju2bigdog chants dominus vobiscum and fades out>
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Guruchaz | Saturday, January 27, 2001 - 10:13 pm  Uh huh huh E! That roh! Nicely done. Now I know where you've been all day. lol! |
Guruchaz | Saturday, January 27, 2001 - 10:17 pm  Thanks Juju. That was great. I actually copied and saved both of those. |
Guruchaz | Monday, January 29, 2001 - 08:07 am  Just a short story to help reflect on life: I dreamed I had an interview with God... "Come in," God said. "So, you would like to interview Me?" "If you have the time," I said. God smiled and said: "My time is eternity and is enough to do everything; what questions do you have in mind to ask me?" "What surprises you most about mankind? " God answered: "That they get bored of being children, are in a rush to grow up, and then long to be children again...That they lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health...That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live neither for the present nor the future...That they live as if they will never die, and they die as if they had never lived..." God's hands took mine and we were silent for a while and then I asked... "As a parent, what are some of life's lessons you want your children to learn?" God replied with a smile: "To learn that they cannot make anyone love them. What they can do is to let themselves be loved... To learn that what is most valuable is not what they have in their lives, but who they have in their lives... To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others. All will be judged individually on their own merits, not as a group on a comparison basis! To learn that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.. To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in persons we love, and that it takes many years to heal them. To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness. To learn that there are persons that love them dearly, but simply do not know how to express or show their feelings. To learn that money can buy everything but happiness. To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it totally different. To learn that a true friend is someone who knows everything about them...and likes them anyway. To learn that it is not always enough that they be forgiven by others, but that they have to forgive themselves." I sat there for a while enjoying the moment. I thanked Him for his time and for all that He has done for me and my family, and He replied, "Anytime. I'm here 24 hours a day. All you have to do is ask for me, and I'll answer." |
Merlin | Monday, January 29, 2001 - 08:51 am  To learn that a true friend is someone who knows everything about them...and likes them anyway. This is so true for me, it has become my definition of what a friend is and what I should be for a friend. |
Elitist | Tuesday, January 30, 2001 - 09:30 am  Eulogy Hard steel covering soft flesh, Forged in heat harsher than flames. Reaching for the stars Arrogantly ignoring The bands of force So jealously restraining. The fire of your ascent as bright As the burn of your reentry. And entrance and egress Meld into one. |
Guruchaz | Friday, February 02, 2001 - 08:59 am  A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it closely. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. “Mamma, look what I found,” the boy called out. “What have you got there, dear?” his mother asked. With astonishment in the young boy’s voice, he answered: “I think it’s Adam’s underwear.” |
Juju2bigdog | Saturday, February 03, 2001 - 08:04 pm  dominus vobiscum
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Guruchaz | Sunday, February 04, 2001 - 08:35 am  FRIENDS...... Strangers are just friends waiting to happen. Friends are God's way of taking care of us. We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere. (Tim McGraw) My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends, then you've had a great life. (Lee Iacocca) A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them. A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say. If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you. (Winnie the Pooh) |
Elitist | Wednesday, February 07, 2001 - 11:45 am  Our Hostess which art in Heaven Hollowed be Thy name. Thy Game has come. Thy will be done, In here if not in Heaven. Give us this day our daily puzzle And forgive us our red rooms As we forgive those who write red rooms against us And lead us not into open chat rooms And deliver us from the discussion threads For Thine is the Hot Tub And the Shower and the Stories For ever and ever (till next Monday). Amen |
Hostess2 | Wednesday, February 07, 2001 - 11:48 pm  Ask, my child, and ye shall receive. Seek and ye shall find your daily puzzle. Go in pieces.
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Elitist | Thursday, February 08, 2001 - 07:47 pm  And now the end is near So I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I've traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exception I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway Oh, and more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you know When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fails, my share of losing And now as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, no not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got If not himself, then he has not To say the words he truly feels And not the words he would reveal The record shows I took the blows And did it my way The record shows I took the blows And did it my way |
Azriel | Monday, February 12, 2001 - 08:01 pm  ~walks in quietly~ Amen. ~turns out the lights~ |
Digilady | Wednesday, February 14, 2001 - 10:32 am  ~ sneaks in one last time, in the dark, lights one candle ~ Hey James! Geek that you were, bet you're looking down at this right now. Pretty neat bunch of people, aren't these? Did you read the thread where they sent their regards? You and this Game ended on the same day, your impeccable timing as usual. We dedicated the Game to you and a former poster, Jaybear. Guess you know that. A few things I didn't cover while I was with you last week: I'll be keeping an eye on your son. Yes he's going to be a prodigy like Dad. Yes, I'll see that he gets through college, like Dad did. Vivian is coming to spend several days here, over the weekend, as she must go back to work. Metro went to your funeral yesterday, but I'll bet you know that too. One of their finest contractors, you were. I spoke to our mutual client today - she too is in tears. Imagine that one in tears. You've touched so many lives, James. I hear your funeral was packed. How you must be laughing. Always know that I love you, and I'll be keeping an eye on your Viv for you, as I promised. She'll be working with TLP before the end of the year. I'll always love you, as I told you. Never forget you, either. Even as I blow out this candle, I have had a real one lit for two days. Be at peace, sweetie. All will be taken care of in your absence. I keep my promises, you know that. I love you and I miss you more than I can ever say. <<a falling tear extinguishes the candle, and once again the chapel is dark.>> |
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