Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I met some artist on the street. He was selling prints and stuff. He let me look through his sketchbook.

He had some Squee fanart :O

I like cheeses.

Dark Garden

Tiny – Eldest chao, belongs to Shadow. He’s purplish-black, and had a unicorn tail with dragon wings for the longest time. He used to wear an eggshell on his head, until Sonic bounced it off of him. Then he wore a pumpkin. Now he doesn’t have a helmet because he’s much cooler looking without it. Tiny eats. A lot. He usually ups 3-4 stamina levels in one sitting, and then he sleeps for a very long time. When he’s not sleeping or eating, Tiny is trailing Shadow everywhere he goes, and always smiling cutely, begging for attention. When another character is tending to their chao, Tiny will often stand back and watch, possibly wondering why he’s not being minded.
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Schroe 5/28/2002 23:05:58

1. Queen Mew = 15
2. Spacecow = 14
3. Canjo = 12
4. Big E = 11
5. TNG = 11
6. TIM = 10
7. Ettin = 8
8. Stychard = 4
9. bhlaab = 3.3
10. Yumblie = 2.5
11. Canard = 2.2
12. Jorenko = 1.8
13. Radish = 1.5
14. Farsight = 1
15. Mike = 1
16. Mortuus = 1
17. schnorks = 1
18. HappyBob = .5
19. Cammi = .3
20. Cowman = .3
21. Tirlas = .3
22. ZRaven = .2

Anyone who wants an @schroe email address, email me your user and pass, and then log in using https://www.schroe.org/webmail

I have no more internet access at home, the connection is too shitty. I only get online at school.

and now, time to boost my ego.

HOW HAS THE CORK BOARD HELPED YOU?!

Stychard 5/29/2002 0:06:59

George: Hey, Brian, how has The Cork Board helped you?
Brian: Well, George, I’ve had an increase of 12% profit sharing!
George: Almost the same goes for me! I’ve had a kidney transplant and 20 miscarriages! EVEN THOUGH I’M A GUY, TOO!!!
Brian: . . . hooray. . .
George: Anyway, the best way to see how The Cork Board has helped Stychard is to ask him. How has it, Stych?
<Stychard> I as ele me a ls, I like meei all e ele a maki u ess! (inspired by mIRC chat with DJ, Jeff, SpaceCow, Mewmewtwo45, and others)

The NintenGenius 5/29/2002 0:53:10

OK, time to be honest for a change.

The Cork Board’s helped me in a lot of ways. First, it’s definitely helped hone my skills as a writer. I’ve went from a halfway decent writer to a slightly better than halfway decent writer. In the early days, I wrote for points, and now I write for the sake of writing, that’s the only real difference between my writing now and then.

The other real thing it’s helped me with is that here, I feel at home. It’s a place I can go to and be myself, talk about things that I like to talk about, that sort of thing. (then again, I usually never start any threads of my own, so that’s kinda not true, but you know what I mean) Besides, I’ve met a lot of people here that I would consider friends, and a few very good ones at that. (Queen Mew, for example, since ####, I might as well do a bit of name dropping)

And finally, it’s changed how I am as a person. I’ve went from a slightly immature newbie idiot to the more mature and rational idiot I am now.

It’s probably helped me in other ways too, but those are the real big things I can think of.

Canard 5/29/2002 2:54:30

The Cork Board has helped me have fun with it’s fun little posting games!
It helped me learn how to type!
It helped me to remember why I hate school!
It helped me. . . . it helped me entertain myself when I’m bored!
It helped me remember the joy of procrastination!
It’s taken me to the highest of highs!
It’s taken me to the lowest of lows!
And above all. . .
It’s helped me learn how to piss Schroe off

Spacecow 5/30/2002 0:17:12

Well, it’s kept me away from other sites that worship even scarier people. . .
[edit] Oh yes, it’s also taught me that there’s no shame from coming in second place.
GO SECOND! WE’RE NUMBER TWO! etc.

Queen Mew 5/31/2002 2:24:11

“Well, there it is.” The celebi pointed his wing/arm toward a building somewhere in the distance. He smiled slightly. “You can live there for now, Princess.” A slightly younger, fully cat Mew looked at the as-of-then single building, standing about a half mile off.

“Are you sure this is it, Ayin? I mean it’s kinda. . . .grey. Yeah, grey. And. . . big. Are you sure about this whole deal?” The cat looked at the ground and pawed it, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Ayin, the celebi, turned around and floated to the ground. He walked over to the mew and put his arms on her shoulders.

“Karura, please listen to me. You know that if there was another way to keep everyone in Johto and Kanto safe, I’d do it. But frankly, I think this is the best thing for you. You’ll be safe enough, and you’ll get a fresh start. You needn’t let what’s happened hang over your head.”

The mew finally let herself cry. “I want to go home, Ayin! Why didn’t you and the others do something before it came down to this? Have I just become a danger, a tool? Something you have to keep locked away and hidden to save yourself? I don’t even understand WHY and I don’t even know who or what I am anymore. . . .” Karura trailed off and pulled Ayin into a tight hug before she continued. “Maybe Gimel and the others were right. Maybe you were wrong, Ayin. Maybe I am a mistake. . . ” She couldn’t say anymore.

The celebi pulled Karura away from him and forced her to look straight at him. “What’s done is done. And you are not a mistake. The real mistake would be trying to change things back. You mustn’t think of yourself that way. One day, everything will turn out okay. You might even be the one to fix things. But for now, stay here, alright? I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay.” The cat smiled, because she knew Ayin, although powerful, could do nothing once he returned back to their home dimension. She didn’t know what was giving her a sudden good feeling.

“There ya go!” Ayin flew back up in the air and pointed at the distant building. “The place is called the Corkie Commune. I’ve already made arrangements with the lady in charge. You’ll be staying more or less permanently, until you get older and decide to go and do what you wish. However, if the reports I hear about it are true, it may be quite an interesting place to live. . . ” He turned to grin at his friend. She still didn’t look too happy. Ayin sighed and pulled her stuff into the dimension they were in from the place they were in, which was all too easy with Karura gone. He gave the few items to her. “Karura. I think you’ll find that I didn’t choose this place randomly. I have several reasons, but my power’s running low. I’ll have to leave you here. You’ll just have to trust my judgement here. I probably won’t see you again for a very long time, Karura. Just remember I never doubted you for a minute.” He bowed to her. “I suppose you’d be queen now? At any rate, I wish you well, Karura.”

Karura really smiled now. “Yeah. . . try to take care of everthing, alright?”

“You have my promise.” With that, Ayin the celebi faded back into the pokemon dimension. The small cat picked up her things and walked toward her new home, wondering what was to become of this.

Karura slowly woke up from her memory-dream. She half expected to still be entirely mew, and went through a half-second of shock at her half-human form. Karura shook it off, while remembering the reality of her dream. While it brought back a touch of sadness, it did make her realize something she almost forgot about.
“Thank you, Ayin.”

Ettin 5/31/2002 8:57:12

Well. . .
I bought some pins and I stuck things on it.

Dream 1 involved SA2. Big surprise.

Dream 2, Jorenko and I were walking around Chicago and to the lake. There was a war going on between two gangs, and they were actually planning it well. Instead of just random hits and such, they had strategically plotted the elimination of each other.

It was kinda fun to watch, since they both succeeded.

I just recited part of the dream to Jorenko not to long ago. After he left to go move his car, I remembered more.

I was at an EHS football game, setting up a destruction derby in a garage. People were crowding in to watch, and we had two contenders who were going to smash each other to bits. Jorenko was one of the drivers, and he was dressed as Neo from the Matrix. His vehicle was a dingy silver-colored viper. The other driver I didn’t know, but his car was a red sleigh.

There were four sliding garage doors, and I went outside to shut them all. While I was doing this, I heard the people inside yelling about something. I went in as I shut the last one, and saw that everyone had left, including Jorenko’s opponent. A new person had arrived … Matt.
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Schroe Dot Org (2:04:18 AM): I want to be 23 forever.
ettin64 (2:04:36 AM): You live in America. That can be arranged. You could freeze yourself or something
Schroe Dot Org (2:05:06 AM): I want to be 23 and not frozen. Forever.
ettin64 (2:05:19 AM): And you’d come out in the year 3000 and you’d see me with my head in a jar. And you’d be like “HAR HAR” and I’d be like “I am the President :OOOO”
Schroe Dot Org (2:05:46 AM): And then I’d kick you and break the jar. And I’d be all “haw haw” n shit
ettin64 (2:06:15 AM): And you’d be like *smashies* and I’d be like “Oh no *dies*” and the cops would be like “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST” And the AOLers wouldd all be like “omfg the prez died” “lol”

I love my kitty.

I’ve been having some really odd dreams.

They’ve all been fluid, telling a story, and very entertaining to me, but I can’t remember any of them.

Half-life crossed with … Chao.

Jorenko, Bane, a few other people and I were playing Half-Life. The map we were one was the same one from a previous dream, but that dream was Quake III.

The player model Jorenko was using was Neo from the Matrix, and, for whatever reason, I was using a fireman in black with the yellow stripe. I can’t remember what Bane was using or any of the other players.

Jorenko kept chasing me and only me around, so I decided to change the player model so he wouldn’t find me easily. I hid, and changed the look to the little fish from SA2 that you can give to your chao.
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Why do people take, “Please leave me alone.” as a cry for attention?

[01:56] [Jeff> Because………. good question, actually
[01:57] [Jeff> Usually they want to know what’s wrong, and then if you tell them they decide it’s their duty to delve deep into this ‘problem’ and solve it for you

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“blah blah”
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Men bitch about girls being so bitchy, yet, quit honestly, IT IS NOT SOMETHING WE CAN ALWAYS CONTROL.

I’m not saying that bitchiness can’t be intended, I’m just saying that PMS is a serious issue that happens to every girl, and in varying degrees, sometimes causing unwarranted hostility.

And we can’t help it.

But you, the people around the girl, can.

How? By not pissing her off, of course!
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That dream definitely had a killing spree. I remember going around warning people that someone was coming to kill them, and I told them to duck, or to run, or whatever. It was in a giant hedge maze. Behind one hedge that looked like a counter was the doctor from Courage the Cowardly dog. A bunch of other people were there, and I remember eating lunch with Ettin, and he spilt his pizza all over himself.

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Laaaaaame.

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Um, yeah. After watching the invader Zim episode, “TAK: the Hideous New Girl” I felt the urge to draw this.

My family was on a bus. Father was driving, I was sitting near the front, and the rest were behind, along with many other people. It wasn’t my normal family, though. The father wasn’t my dad, the mother wasn’t my mom, I wasn’t me, and I had two younger siblings. I was the oldest of three children, and had a younger brother, and an even younger sister.

We were in the bus to drive the families to their new homes. A small fat child appeared out of nowhere, and introduced himself as Clout. We all shouted for Clout to get out, but he wouldn’t leave. We noticed around us that the world began to change. Clout was forcing us through different dimensions. The lands looked basically the same, but small details would be different.
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The first dream I remembered until five minutes ago, when Amy decided that she needed to make a phone call with the cordless phone in the room I’m sleeping in, even though the other two large rooms were empty.

The second dream began with the end of everything as we know it. And then, everything became based on color. Old religion was gone, and instead, people worshiped the God of Red, god of Black, etc. People would dress accordingly to their faith. Jorenko and I worshiped the god of Blue, which makes much sense. We often fought with the God of Yellow’s people. We were allies with the God of Black’s people. And, for whatever reason, I was the leader of the Blue peoples. Jorenko and I bounced a lot in this dream, but that’s to be expected since I miss him so damned much.

First dream had something to do with Alan, a guy in my classes at school. I still can’t remember a damned thing . . . And Amy’s asking if she can use my hairbrush. She’s lost hers, and instead of looking for it, she wants to use mine.

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Cammi (who was supposed to transfer to my school and be my roommate but didn’t) and TNG (TheNintenGenius). TNG was another scientist, though not as mad as that octopus.

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