Well... for me anyway, Minecraft is addicting because it's so free... but also because... you collect stuff... and I collect stuff constantly (in Morrowind, for example, I don't follow the plot at all, I basically just started inventorying the world)

Also the artistic options are fantastic, you can make anything you want, like the crazy house I made or any other number of things, it's just a well made sandbox game... with a boxy-headed guy for the lead role... and creepers.

I knew about it for years before it happened, back when it was speculated to be called Snow White Tan, way back when Fort Minor's The Rising Tied [sic] was just being released or so...

Good stuff, glad to finally hear a studio version of The Morning After... too bad there's no acoustic studio version.

One thing interesting about Bionicle: it has been a LEGO brand for basically a fifth of the company's history...

I haven't really bothered to post it here, but a lot of the book I'm writing is poetry... I'll put up a couple of the more rated-G ones:

"Size 0" from Life Is Beautiful.: Picking the Brain of the Insane

It's self-destruction
Self-malnourishment to get into those rags
The size 0 dress is nothing but a hood ornament
For psychotic masochism
You can only lose so much
Would you be deboned? That'd lose some weight.
Eviscerated? Think of how much you could lose then.
Skin and bones are all that's left
If you remove them,
What are you?


"The First Hour, the Last Hour" from Life Is Beautiful.: Picking the Brain of the Insane

Fifty nine rolls over, and it begins.
First chime,
A child is born.
Second chime,
In rolls a storm.
Third chime,
Kid gets first bike.
Fourth chime,
Man dies by knife.
Fifth chime,
First day of class.
Sixth chime,
A fatal crash.
Seventh chime,
First car acquired.
Eighth chime,
Four shots fired.
Ninth chime,
Graduation.
Tenth chime,
A cremation.
Eleven chime,
Everyone moves on.
Twelfth chime,
Another day is gone.



"Warzone" from Life Is Beautiful.: Picking the Brain of the Insane

Tons of machinery making paths where they choose
Or where they're told
Starving children left out in the cold
Fires consuming homes of the innocent.
Over totally unrelated provoking incidents
Gunfire taking down men, women, children, indiscriminatly.
Starvation, intimidation, "salvation," poor sanitation
Isolation, conflagration, incarceration, death.
Good, honest people, trying to live life,
Under constant fear of whether or not they will get to see their homes again
Their husbands, wives, children again.
Deemed infidels, marked for death, on the basis of a cult demanding respect
Threats made in the names of gods.
No true foundation for their discrimination.
Locations destroyed, waste filling the streets.
While those on their 'mission' just pass it by,
Any chance of assistance completely denied
Ignorance, arrogance, militants, dissonance,
"Reverence," consequence, vagrants, and fear.
Yet those in charge don't shed a tear,
Calls for help, yet no one hears
Until the day they disappear.
Dehumanization of those different from self.
Placing values on a dusty shelf.
Riches brought to rubble, science blamed for trouble.
Nobody is really safe anymore
If this is city life, I'd hate to go to war.



"The Corner of Main and Ash" from Life Is Beautiful.: Picking the Brain of the Insane

The second block of the main street of downtown,
In front of the one-word-named-store that sells
Strange clothes, and stranger gadgets, run by a guy with
No less than three piercings, with spiked hair, dyed green
On the bench by the planter next to the newspaper machine
Sits a guy on the guitar, trying to eke out a couple
More dollars to pay for his girlfriend's ring
He wants to propose on her birthday next month
He sings, pours his heart into the words as his voice rings
Guitar case open, filled with change, and a twenty
Clipped to the top in triumph of some kind stranger's
Generous gift to a guy in his shoes from not ten years previous
Farther down the street, a man in rags with a sign
Saying "Give me money" or something to that effect
Unlike many in his situation, he didn't fall on tough times,
He's fine, he just never tried and decides to
Rely on the hearts and kindness of hard-working
Fools who think he's unable to work for his food
He lives off of free, a strong willed greed, not caring
If he ever lives in a mansion, so long as he never has to work for his green
In the alley nearby is some poor guy with a spell so bad he can't get hired,
For even the simplest of jobs because he can't control
His actions, he stares at night and shivers from chills,
How he'd love to have the simplest skills, he'd get a job
If he could, but everything so far is no good,
He pains from the cruelty of the previously mentioned
A miser, lazy, exploiting attention, making his life
Harder since he cant do anything but this guy makes
Cash by shyster-like begging



"Somewhere in the World" from Life Is Beautiful.: Picking the Brain of the Insane

Somewhere in the world
Someone is alone
Somewhere in the world
Someone is cold
Somewhere in the world
Someone is scared
Somewhere in the world
Someone is contemplating suicide
Somewhere in the world
Someone cannot feed his or her family
Somewhere in the world
Someone is being attacked
Somewhere in the world
Someone has no one
Why is that?



So? What do ya think?

Thanks I've been working on it a lot

thanks I already have done a reading of several poems

No, if you have all the states, you have them all, its called  "State' quarters for a reason, there won't be any Puerto Rico or Guam quarters made.. how many of the Presidents do you have? I'm up to Van Buren. Harrison is the next president to be released, and this is his first appearance on any currency..

I think I have all of them, I'm not near the set right now

then let's extend the celebration! XD (Provided his birthday is also on the 12th, that's when I'm posting)

I have to, on mine... for some reason, use Command Prompt to do it...

Best wishes to you today (and every day)