I thought about a black lightsaber, but that is not possible, since there is no black light. So you will have to choose something else lil' pandizzle da fizzle.
M.
"Every positive integer is one of Ramanujan's personal friends."—J. E. Littlewood.
Want to bet theres no black light, what do you call those black lights from the 70s that made anything white shine. ... What about the light that goes through a black filter, just because you cant accually see the light, dosen't mean its not there.
If you still wont believe me, I guess ill have to either go with White and brown, or that orangey red the red pandas are
brochu13 said this in post #40 : You are a Jedi Guardian.
The Republic wouldn't be the same without you. There are alternatives to fighting, but you will do what you have to do to defend the peace. Refine your skills by growing stronger in your connection to the Force. It will get you through many difficult circumstances.
May the Force be with you.
Alright, I like this. It's not jedi master though.
It took me and Heck! and wolf eyes and pippens mom several years of hard training to become Jedi Masters,
we had to go through the "trials", and do a lot of cheesy grunt work for the council,
but it all paid off my friend.
Now we go where we please, force choke whom we please, use our light sabers to open cans of beans, and use the Jedi mind trick on unsuspecting politicians.
"Man is a marvelous curiosity ... he thinks he is the Creator's pet ... he even believes the Creator loves him; has a passion for him; sits up nights to admire him; yes and watch over him and keep him out of trouble. He prays to him and thinks He listens. Isn't it a quaint idea." Mark Twain
It took me and Heck! and wolf eyes and pippens mom several years of hard training to become Jedi Masters,
we had to go through the "trials", and do a lot of cheesy grunt work for the council,
but it all paid off my friend.
Now we go where we please, force choke whom we please, use our light sabers to open cans of beans, and use the Jedi mind trick on unsuspecting politicians.
And a sweet life it is.
haha, I'm sure. I tried to be as honest as possible and that's what I got. I guess the Force is strong with this one. Maybe I need some more training to boost myself you your level.
It took me and Heck! and wolf eyes and pippens mom several years of hard training to become Jedi Masters,
we had to go through the "trials", and do a lot of cheesy grunt work for the council,
but it all paid off my friend.
Now we go where we please, force choke whom we please, use our light sabers to open cans of beans, and use the Jedi mind trick on unsuspecting politicians.
And a sweet life it is.
Actually, my mom sent me to jedi school when I was five because, "that's not a lightsaber son, but if you're going to keep messing with it, you'd might as well learn how to use one."
There I was trained not by yoda, but by yoda's seldom-seen aunt Jean, who, among other things, taught me rare force powers like: force knitting, force ear-pulling, force tea making, and the deadly force complaining. Jean is a true master of the force, but, as happens with the best teacher-student relationships, I eventually surpassed her and created my own force powers, including: force drinking, force passing out, and force hangover cure.
My 'grunt work' included several trips to the intergalatic water-cooler for refreshments, brewing space coffee extra strong, and filing jedi TPS reports. Eventually though, despite a few concerns over innapropriate jedi robe apparel (I often favored the 'open-front padawan robe'), I was granted the rank of master, in order to better serve the balance of the force. I was granted the title "weapons master", due to my uh...weapon handling.
I never force choke anyone, as I consider it a route to the dark side, but I once force-heimlich-manuevered a senator when his Rodian sweet and sour chicken caught in his throat. Opening beer with a lightsaber is overkill, and can cause dreade spillage to the unksilled, and so I mastered force drink-mixing instead. Unsupsecting politicians aside, I also enjoy mind-bending important public figures into clucking into microphones, and making girls dresses do that marilyn monroe thing. Yes, it is indeed a good life, and despite the occasional loss of limb due to hordes of paparazzi, uh, I mean sith, I enjoy protecting the universe and maintaining balance in the force.
On a side note, I have recently taken on a padawan, and am instructing him in the ways of the Jedi, including spelling your name in the snow with pee.
This is Wolf eyes' attorney, and I hereby apologize for his actions and words. Wolf has been under a lot of stress lately due to 'personal and galactic concerns', and retracts any offensive material previously published. He is sincerely sorry to any he may have offended with the aforementioned statement, and has checked in to jedi rehab to reuinte himself with the force. thank you
Ford Prefect, attorney at law, space traveler, towel holder
Actually, my mom sent me to jedi school when I was five because, "that's not a lightsaber son, but if you're going to keep messing with it, you'd might as well learn how to use one."
There I was trained not by yoda, but by yoda's seldom-seen aunt Jean, who, among other things, taught me rare force powers like: force knitting, force ear-pulling, force tea making, and the deadly force complaining. Jean is a true master of the force, but, as happens with the best teacher-student relationships, I eventually surpassed her and created my own force powers, including: force drinking, force passing out, and force hangover cure.
My 'grunt work' included several trips to the intergalatic water-cooler for refreshments, brewing space coffee extra strong, and filing jedi TPS reports. Eventually though, despite a few concerns over innapropriate jedi robe apparel (I often favored the 'open-front padawan robe'), I was granted the rank of master, in order to better serve the balance of the force. I was granted the title "weapons master", due to my uh...weapon handling.
I never force choke anyone, as I consider it a route to the dark side, but I once force-heimlich-manuevered a senator when his Rodian sweet and sour chicken caught in his throat. Opening beer with a lightsaber is overkill, and can cause dreade spillage to the unksilled, and so I mastered force drink-mixing instead. Unsupsecting politicians aside, I also enjoy mind-bending important public figures into clucking into microphones, and making girls dresses do that marilyn monroe thing. Yes, it is indeed a good life, and despite the occasional loss of limb due to hordes of paparazzi, uh, I mean sith, I enjoy protecting the universe and maintaining balance in the force.
On a side note, I have recently taken on a padawan, and am instructing him in the ways of the Jedi, including spelling your name in the snow with pee.
May the force be with you.
Wolf eyes, Jedi weapons master
Oh man, that was good. I nearly lost it, especially after learning that the Jedi have to file TPS reports too.
M.
"Every positive integer is one of Ramanujan's personal friends."—J. E. Littlewood.
"Man is a marvelous curiosity ... he thinks he is the Creator's pet ... he even believes the Creator loves him; has a passion for him; sits up nights to admire him; yes and watch over him and keep him out of trouble. He prays to him and thinks He listens. Isn't it a quaint idea." Mark Twain
The Republic wouldn't be the same without you. There are alternatives to fighting, but you will do what you have to do to defend the peace. Refine your skills by growing stronger in your connection to the Force. It will get you through many difficult circumstances.
Actually, my mom sent me to jedi school when I was five because, "that's not a lightsaber son, but if you're going to keep messing with it, you'd might as well learn how to use one."
There I was trained not by yoda, but by yoda's seldom-seen aunt Jean, who, among other things, taught me rare force powers like: force knitting, force ear-pulling, force tea making, and the deadly force complaining. Jean is a true master of the force, but, as happens with the best teacher-student relationships, I eventually surpassed her and created my own force powers, including: force drinking, force passing out, and force hangover cure.
My 'grunt work' included several trips to the intergalatic water-cooler for refreshments, brewing space coffee extra strong, and filing jedi TPS reports. Eventually though, despite a few concerns over innapropriate jedi robe apparel (I often favored the 'open-front padawan robe'), I was granted the rank of master, in order to better serve the balance of the force. I was granted the title "weapons master", due to my uh...weapon handling.
I never force choke anyone, as I consider it a route to the dark side, but I once force-heimlich-manuevered a senator when his Rodian sweet and sour chicken caught in his throat. Opening beer with a lightsaber is overkill, and can cause dreade spillage to the unksilled, and so I mastered force drink-mixing instead. Unsupsecting politicians aside, I also enjoy mind-bending important public figures into clucking into microphones, and making girls dresses do that marilyn monroe thing. Yes, it is indeed a good life, and despite the occasional loss of limb due to hordes of paparazzi, uh, I mean sith, I enjoy protecting the universe and maintaining balance in the force.
On a side note, I have recently taken on a padawan, and am instructing him in the ways of the Jedi, including spelling your name in the snow with pee.
May the force be with you.
Wolf eyes, Jedi weapons master
Man, that was great I think some points are in order.
05-24-2005 07:27 PM
I nearly lost it, especially after learning that the Jedi have to file TPS reports too. 
