Potential idea for a site
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- hedge
I'm thinking about creating a site where I could blog everyday about politics and my ideals. It could include commentary on social and economic situations throughout the world. I could even blog about my mundane activities at the fund if necessary.
If it happens, dobs, kona, and theBlueOne will be the first to receive invitations to post on my commentary and provide some of their own. There would be a plethora of balanced and civilized discussion throughout.
What do you all think of this idea? Is this a site you would visit?
- _me_0
fuck off.
- janne760
my small left toe hurts.... hmm....
maybe i'll have it checked tomorrow.
- emukid0
its called little green footballs
- dusty_shackle0
Hmm. Your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.
- Jnr_Madison0
Do you have a name yet?
- MrOneHundred0
I mock your value system. You also appear foolish in the eyes of others.
- the only foolish ones here are the responders bumping the thread.ovsm
- It’s a Homer quote. (The Simpsons one, not the Greek poet one.)MrOneHundred
- minus one billion for having a stick up your arse.dusty_shackle
- dusty_shackle0
Oh, so they have internet on computers now!
- janne760
I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I amBlue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soulI have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm
leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the longines symphonette it doesn't restBlue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soulI'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/4PQH ]There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept
the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and
countless screaming argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels it's always nearBlue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul(and while you're at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soulBlue canary in the outlet by the
light switch (and while you're
at it)
Who watches over you (keep the
nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(birdhouse in your soul)Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soulBlue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your
Make a little birdhouse in your
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
- hedge0
I don't have a name yet, Gordon. If you're up to it, perhaps you could brand my identity and what not, in your spare time of course. I can tell you're a good designer.
Hold off on it for now, as I'm not certain whether this will even materialize right now.
- The complement may sound facetious, but I was indeed being sincere.hedge
- master foolovsm
- sure thing, pro-bono is my main income.Jnr_Madison
- dusty_shackle0
Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'Sir' without adding, 'You're making a scene.'
- ********0
I am not going to be banned again for ripping into you. So with that being said, "I think your website idea is simply brilliant!"
- Jnr_Madison0
Who crawled up your ass ovsm?
- fool? Was that going to be your reply?Jnr_Madison
- everyone who bumps the thread is the reason why hedge won't go away.ovsm
- serisouly - i like you all (except hedge) but i am calling you foolish for feeding his sick fantasyovsm
- well, your going to piss people off calling them all fools. Just saying.Jnr_Madison
- janne760
FADE IN:
1 EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 1
The street slumbers, adrift in shadow. Then... a curious
BEAM OF LIGHT BOBS beyond the second-story window of
Number Four.2 INT. HARRY'S ROOM - SAME TIME - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 2
A tent of blankets. Within... the SHADOW of a BOY. A
WHISPER:
HARRY
Lumos Maxima...
The tent BLOOMS SOFTLY with light -- briefly illuminating
a bedside PHOTOGRAPH (of James & Lily Potter) -- then
goes dark.HARRY
Lumos Maxima...
The blankets bloom once again when, down the hall, a
TOILET FLUSHES. Instantly, the SHADOW stiffens, the
blankets DIM, and the tent flattens. Just as...
... the bedroom door OPENS, revealing... UNCLE VERNON.
He peers inside, eyes flashing suspiciously, then...
withdraws.
The tent rises.HARRY
Lumos Maxima...
As the blankets blaze, we CUT INSIDE, find a SKINNY BOY
with a crow's nest of black hair, thick glasses sitting
crookedly atop his nose: HARRY POTTER. Open before him
is Violeta Stitch's Extreme Incantations. Once again, he
speaks:HARRY
Lumos... MAXIMA!
2A EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - SAME TIME - NIGHT 2A
A BLINDING BLAST OF LIGHT FLASHES from the second story
window of Number Four. DOGS BARK. And a TITLE CARD
appears:HARRY POTTER
and the
Prisoner of Azkaban3.
2B INT. HARRY'S ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT 2B
The light in the hallway SNAPS on, Harry's tent droops
once more and, seconds later, Harry's door eases open.
Uncle Vernon peers in and switches on the light. The
room is utterly SILENT. Slowly, he closes the door.3 OMITTED 3
thru thru
5 5
6 INT. FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - STAIRWAY/FRONT HALL - DAY 6
The DOORBELL CHIMES and a shrill VOICE THUNDERS:
AUNT PETUNIA (O.S.)
Harry!
Harry!
Harry bounds down the stairs and into the front hall,
where his AUNT PETUNIA and cousin DUDLEY stand stiffly.
Petunia flicks a bit of fluff from Dudley's sweater,
glowers crossly at Harry, and jerks her head toward the
door.AUNT PETUNIA
Well, go on. Open it.
Harry reaches for the knob when -- BLAM! -- it BURSTS
OPEN, revealing a LARGE, WADDLING WOMAN (AUNT MARGE) and
a LARGE WADDLING BULLDOG (RIPPER). Uncle Vernon lurches
forward out of the teeming RAIN, an ENORMOUS SUITCASE in
hand, and drops it on Harry.AUNT PETUNIA
Marge! Welcome! How was the
train?AUNT MARGE
Wretched. Ripper got sick.
AUNT PETUNIA
Ah. How... unfortunate.
AUNT MARGE
I would've left him with the
others, but he pines so when I'm
away. Don't you, darling?
Aunt Marge puckers her lips at Ripper and leads him down
the hallway. Harry follows with Uncle Vernon.(CONTINUED)
4.
6 CONTINUED: 6
HARRY
Uncle Vernon. I need you to sign
this form.UNCLE VERNON
What is it?
HARRY
Nothing. Something for school...
Uncle Vernon eyes the PARCHMENT in Harry's hand
suspiciously.UNCLE VERNON
Later perhaps. If you behave.
HARRY
I will if she does.
AUNT MARGE
(turning, eyeing Harry)
So. Still here, are you?HARRY
Yes.
AUNT MARGE
Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful
tone. Damn good of my brother to
keep you, if you ask me.
(to Vernon, Petunia)
It'd have been straight to an
orphanage if he'd been dumped on
my doorstep.
Just then Dudley -- sitting comatose before the TV --
emits a HOLLOW, BRAIN-DEAD CHUCKLE.AUNT MARGE
Is that my Dudders! Hm? Is that
my neffy poo? Come and say hello
to your Auntie Marge.
Marge flashes a thick FAN of POUND NOTES. Dudley blinks,
waddles forward, and extends his plump palm obediently.
Harry looks on, then sees Ripper snuffling about his
ankle.7 INT. FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - DINING ROOM - DUSK 7
As Harry clears the dishes, Uncle Vernon brings out a
bottle of brandy.(CONTINUED)
5.
7 CONTINUED: 7
UNCLE VERNON
Can I tempt you, Marge?
AUNT MARGE
Just a small one. A bit more... a
bit more... That's the boy.
(taking a
sloppy sip)
Aah. Excellent nosh, Petunia.
It's normally just a fry-up for
me, what with twelve dogs.
She smacks her lips, lowers her brandy, and lets Ripper
take a slobbery lap out of the glass... then catches
Harry looking.AUNT MARGE
What are you smirking at! Where
is it that you send him, Vernon?UNCLE VERNON
St. Brutus's. It's a first-rate
institution for hopeless cases.
Hearing this, Harry frowns, glances at Uncle Vernon, who
glares darkly at him.AUNT MARGE
I see. And do they use the cane
at St. Brutus's, boy?HARRY
(sarcastically)
Oh, yes. I've been beaten loads
of times.AUNT MARGE
Excellent. I won't have this
namby-pamby wishy-washy nonsense
about not hitting people who
deserve it.
(another sip)
Still. Mustn't blame yourself for
how this one's turned out, Vernon.
It all comes down to blood. Bad
blood will out. What is it the
boy's father did, Petunia?AUNT PETUNIA
(agitated)
Nothing. That is... he didn't
work. He was -- unemployed.(CONTINUED)
6.
7 CONTINUED: (2) 7
AUNT MARGE
Of course. And a drunk,
I expect --HARRY
That's a lie.
Aunt Marge pauses on her wine, eyes narrowing on Harry.AUNT MARGE
What did you say?
HARRY
My dad wasn't a drunk.
POP! The GLASS in Aunt Marge's hand EXPLODES.AUNT PETUNIA
Oh my goodness! Marge!
AUNT MARGE
Not to worry, Petunia. I have a
very firm grip.
Harry stares at the shattered glass in surprise.UNCLE VERNON
You go to bed. Now.
AUNT MARGE
Quiet, Vernon. It doesn't matter
about the father. In the end it
comes down to the mother. You see
it all the time with dogs. If
there's something wrong with the
bitch, there'll be something wrong
with the pup...HARRY
Shut up! Shut up!
Aunt Marge starts to reply, when -- ZING! -- a BUTTON on
her dress sails into the air. SEAMS GROAN. THREAD
SNAPS. Aunt Marge's eyes WIDEN. Her cheeks BILLOW. Her
whole body BILLOWS. And she begins to INFLATE like aMONSTROUS BALLOON.
UNCLE VERNON
MARGE!
As she rises, Uncle Vernon leaps for her. RIPPER GROWLS,
fixes his teeth to his trousers. Harry frightened by
what he's done, watches Aunt Marge BOUNCE GENTLY across
the ceiling and into the CONSERVATORY.7.
7A EXT. BACK YARD - CONTINUOUS ACTION - DUSK 7A
The others race outside. As Aunt Marge begins to float
away, Uncle Vernon grips her hands.UNCLE VERNON
Don't worry! I've got you...
Slowly... to his horror... Uncle Vernon himself begins to
RISE. Aunt Marge looks fearfully into his eyes...AUNT MARGE
Vernon. Don't you dare --
But he does. He lets go. Falls to his knees. And
watches Aunt Marge float away.8 INT. HARRY'S ROOM - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) 8
Harry crashes inside, takes his TRUNK, then puts his heel
to a LOOSE FLOORBOARD and removes his WAND from its
hiding place. Turning, he grabs the PHOTOGRAPH of his
parents.9 INT. HALLWAY - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) 9
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Harry tows the TRUNK down the
stairs... finds Uncle Vernon waiting for him.UNCLE VERNON
YOU BRING HER BACK! YOU BRING HER
BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!
HARRY
No! She deserved what she got!
And you... you keep away from me.
Uncle Vernon eyes Harry's wand nervously, then grins with
knowing cruelty.UNCLE VERNON
You're not allowed to do magic out
of school. They won't have you
now. You've got nowhere to go.
Harry realizes it's true. Briefly falters. Then:HARRY
Anywhere's better than here.
9A EXT. NUMBER FOUR PRIVET DRIVE - DUSK (SECONDS LATER) 9A
As Harry storms out with his trunk, we DOLLY TO the
street WITH him. High in the sky, a plump DOT rises.
Aunt Marge.8.
10 EXT. MAGNOLIA CRESCENT - NIGHT (LATER) 10
Harry walks and walks and walks, then... stops. Glances
about. An empty PLAYGROUND. SWINGS CREAKING gently on
rusted chains. A tiny CAROUSEL, kissed gently by the
wind, turning slowly.Harry drops the trunk. Sits. Deep in the night, an
ALARM SHRIEKS, goes SILENT. Harry, still as a statue.
Listening. In the trees above, LEAVES TREMBLE. The WIND
gathers.
Harry turns, studies the swaying swings, the carousel.
Then, he... stiffens. Turns back. Sensing something in
the shadows across the street, he rises. Slowly draws
his wand.
Then he sees... it. Something BIG. Darker than the
shadows which conceal it. Something with WIDE, GLEAMINGEYES.
Harry steps back. Afraid to look. Afraid not to. Wand
outstretched... he TRIPS, tumbles over the forgotten
trunk. The tip of his wand BLAZES.
BANG! TWIN BEAMS of BLINDING LIGHT spear the night.HARRY
Aaaah!
GIANT WHEELS bear down. Harry rolls clear -- just as a
PREPOSTEROUSLY PURPLE, TRIPLE-DECKER BUS SCREECHES to a
halt. GOLD LETTERS glimmer above the windscreen: The
Knight Bus.
DOORS HISS. Snap back. REVEAL STAN SHUNPIKE, an 18-
year-old boy in a WRINKLED CONDUCTOR'S UNIFORM. Pasty
face. Raccoon eyes. Stan looks like he hasn't seen the
sun in years.STAN SHUNPIKE
(wearily, drearily)
Welcome to the Knight Bus.
Emergency transport for the
stranded witch or wizard. My name
is Stan Shunpike, and I will be
your conductor this evening.
(peering at Harry)
Wha' choo doin' down there?HARRY
Fell over.
STAN SHUNPIKE
Wha' choo fall over for?
(CONTINUED)
9.
10 CONTINUED: 10
HARRY
I didn't do it on purpose.
Stan eyes Harry suspiciously, nods slowly.STAN SHUNPIKE
Well, come on then. Let's not
wait for the grass to grow.
As Stan grabs Harry's trunk, Harry peers into the shadows
across the street -- now simply shadows -- and climbs
aboard.
- kodap0
if you need any help: first step: create an account on http://blogspot.com or http://wordpress.com or http://vox.com and start blogging your interests
- hedge0
Please don't spam my thread, janne. I'm asking for advice here.
- ukit0
Don't you already have a logo designed? I thought you posted one a while back?
- hedge0
kodap: it would be a custom blogging engine developed by your's truly using html/css/php.
- dusty_shackle0
“His hands moved up to hold Harry’s startled face, and in the space of a next heartbeat he was kissing Harry, hard and full on the lips, his manner deeply passionate, hopelessly desperate ...
“What just happened?
“He knew bloody well what just happened. He just kissed Harry Potter, that’s what happened. The thought of it made him nauseated, even though at the very same time an entrenched part of him yearned for the perverse, forbidden pleasure of it all over again.”
- knoxvoice0
And now we see why this douche suddenly starts posting - in the hopes of getting free design work from his newfound pals on QBN! Yay, BFF!
PS Don't even bother asking someone here to "just make a real simple logo" for free. Like your Ferrari, you can rent a designer to make you look good.