Amaranthian

Nice =)

Test

I'm a little unsure of the "inline" module. It seems to be buggy and cumbersome. If you want to embed the image in the post (in addition to having it listed at the end), it seems the easiest way is to just use the BBCode img tag along with the URL that you get when you attach the image.

Then again, the inline module gives you a way to (maybe?) embed an image inline even if you're not using the BBCode input format.

Should I just get rid of the inline module?

HAWT!

It's fun when boys dress up. I have decided there need to be more occasions when people dress up. Currently weddings seem to be the only occasion in which the people I know dress up these days. I should post a picture of Matthew in his tux when he was the best man in May.

snazzy!

Whoa.

Either someone was getting married or someone died.. but why would you be smiling if someone died...

uh oh. I don't want to see the "after" pictures.

/coverseyes

I can't look.

Lame.

it's a good thing there aren't any pictures from what i heard you were doing at the party. inappropriate, son. inappropriate.

fam.

That is soooo not what she said.

oh tears :(

you should take pictures next time and only have like the top of everyone's head.

Man, he was such a baby.

I didn't stay long enough to see the carnage... Oh the poor women, they didn't know what hit them.

Most tuxedos are cut to look like you have a giant vagina on your chest.

Not that this has anything to do with ben. :)

Andybird in a Top hat and Tails.. that would be a sight.

Abrahamn Lincoln, hello?

In the future one in every three people will be Abraham Lincoln.

KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!

The Infinite Improbability Drive is a wonderful new method of crossing interstellar distances in a few seconds; without all that tedious mucking about in hyperspace. As the Improbability Drive reaches infinite improbability, it passes through every conceivable and non-conceivable point in every conceivable and non-conceivable universe simultaneously. In other words, unless you set the coordinates of where you want to end up, you're never sure where you will end up or even what species you will be when you get there. It's therefore important to dress accordingly. It was discovered by lucky chance, and then developed into a governable form of propulsion by the Galactic Government's research team on Damogran.

This, briefly is the story of its discovery.

The principle of generating small amounts of finite improbability by simply hooking the logic circuits of a Bambleweeny 57 Sub-Meson Brain to an atomic vector plotter suspended in a strong Brownian Motion producer (say a nice hot cup of tea) were of course well understood-and such generators were often used to break the ice at parties by making all the molecules in the hostess' undergarments leap one foot simultaneously to the left in accordance with the theory of indeterminacy. Many respectable physicists said they would not go to stand for that sort of thing, partly because it was a debasement of science, but mostly because they did not get invited to those sort of parties. Another thing they couldn't stand was the perpetual failure they encountered in trying to construct a machine which could generate the infinite improbability field needed to flip a spaceship across the mind-paralyzing distances between the farthest stars, and in the end they grumpily announced that such a machine was virtually impossible. Then one day, a student who had been left to sweep up the lab after a particularly unsuccessful party found himself reasoning this way. If, he thought to himself, such a machine is a virtual impossibility, than it must logically be a finite improbability. So all I have to do in order to make one is to work out exactly how improbable it is, feed that figure into the finite improbability generator, give it a fresh cup of really hot tea...and turn it on! He did this, and was rather startled to discover that he had managed to create the long-sought-after golden Infinite Improbability generator out of thin air. It startled him even more when just after he was awarded the Galactic Institutes's Prize for Extreme Cleverness he got lynched by a rampaging mob of respectable physicists who had finally realized that the one thing they really couldn't stand was a smart-ass.

...I agree.

he seems rather unaware of the origins of his name. or maybe he's just just pretending because he's tired of being asked if he can conjure a stack of pan galactic gargle blasters...

fam..