If I could change this forum somehow I would ...
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You sir have the patience of a saint. If it were my car.....
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During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of internet; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Crossfireforum. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the message board, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me--upon the mere message board, and the simple landscape features of the domain--upon the bleak pages--upon the vacant eye-like posts--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white trunks of 404 errors--with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
And then, encountering the sullen and lifeless denizens therein, I perceived the cause of this distended, dissipated and austere realm of tepid sloth.
Vacant eyes watching blurry screens, sticky intermittent keyboards haltingly pecked by gnarled and enfeebled fingers, ancient laptops, febrile towers, UPSs plaintively and impotently bleeping the sodden death knell of their spent lead acid cells; a metaphor of the cerebral rot directing those brittle digits and dysfunctionally erectile IP Board bleatings.
The trash heap of the internet, vapid in it's moribund torpor, corroded in its' synaptic coma, and self fettered into sub relevance,
Yes dear readers, you've found the abandoned yurt of forgotten Mongolian soured horse milk, realized via conceptual execrableness and fraudulent mis-topia.
Our forum....
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of internet; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Crossfireforum. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the message board, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me--upon the mere message board, and the simple landscape features of the domain--upon the bleak pages--upon the vacant eye-like posts--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white trunks of 404 errors--with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
And then, encountering the sullen and lifeless denizens therein, I perceived the cause of this distended, dissipated and austere realm of tepid sloth.
Vacant eyes watching blurry screens, sticky intermittent keyboards haltingly pecked by gnarled and enfeebled fingers, ancient laptops, febrile towers, UPSs plaintively and impotently bleeping the sodden death knell of their spent lead acid cells; a metaphor of the cerebral rot directing those brittle digits and dysfunctionally erectile IP Board bleatings.
The trash heap of the internet, vapid in it's moribund torpor, corroded in its' synaptic coma, and self fettered into sub relevance,
Yes dear readers, you've found the abandoned yurt of forgotten Mongolian soured horse milk, realized via conceptual execrableness and fraudulent mis-topia.
Our forum....
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Jeez Mark, makes me want to pull out those old Daniel Defoe books and reread them ........
( after I slit my wrists and pop a cap in my head due to the severe depression you have put me in )
( after I slit my wrists and pop a cap in my head due to the severe depression you have put me in )
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During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of internet; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Crossfireforum. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the message board, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me--upon the mere message board, and the simple landscape features of the domain--upon the bleak pages--upon the vacant eye-like posts--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white trunks of 404 errors--with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
And then, encountering the sullen and lifeless denizens therein, I perceived the cause of this distended, dissipated and austere realm of tepid sloth.
Vacant eyes watching blurry screens, sticky intermittent keyboards haltingly pecked by gnarled and enfeebled fingers, ancient laptops, febrile towers, UPSs plaintively and impotently bleeping the sodden death knell of their spent lead acid cells; a metaphor of the cerebral rot directing those brittle digits and dysfunctionally erectile IP Board bleatings.
The trash heap of the internet, vapid in it's moribund torpor, corroded in its' synaptic coma, and self fettered into sub relevance,
Yes dear readers, you've found the abandoned yurt of forgotten Mongolian soured horse milk, realized via conceptual execrableness and fraudulent mis-topia.
Our forum....
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of internet; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Crossfireforum. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the message board, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me--upon the mere message board, and the simple landscape features of the domain--upon the bleak pages--upon the vacant eye-like posts--upon a few rank sedges--and upon a few white trunks of 404 errors--with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium--the bitter lapse into everyday life--the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart--an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
And then, encountering the sullen and lifeless denizens therein, I perceived the cause of this distended, dissipated and austere realm of tepid sloth.
Vacant eyes watching blurry screens, sticky intermittent keyboards haltingly pecked by gnarled and enfeebled fingers, ancient laptops, febrile towers, UPSs plaintively and impotently bleeping the sodden death knell of their spent lead acid cells; a metaphor of the cerebral rot directing those brittle digits and dysfunctionally erectile IP Board bleatings.
The trash heap of the internet, vapid in it's moribund torpor, corroded in its' synaptic coma, and self fettered into sub relevance,
Yes dear readers, you've found the abandoned yurt of forgotten Mongolian soured horse milk, realized via conceptual execrableness and fraudulent mis-topia.
Our forum....
Edgar Allan Poe's House of Usher.
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I find the Internet an invaluable resource. It has set man free to communicate without controls. FIRST time in history. The UNDERGROUND PRESS is now on top....
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If I could change something I would move threads like this to the proper forum. Nobody else can do post something like this so why can this allowed?
This person runs a commercial business in the wrong forum, how come? His only posts are of a commercial nature. He does not even have a Crossfire now.
Is this the way things are run here, perks for members of a clique?
This person runs a commercial business in the wrong forum, how come? His only posts are of a commercial nature. He does not even have a Crossfire now.
Is this the way things are run here, perks for members of a clique?
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WindRestrictor = paid vendor = Part of the way things work.
Besides, Loved the 25% off sale!
Windscreen was already on the shopping list just when the sale hit..
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That isn't communication - she's either psychotic or a modern snake oil salesman. (I haven't actually watched this video, but I did TRY to watch the one about the "lizard-men in congress" and how "Miley Cyrus was having trouble keeping her lizard form hidden on stage" last month.)
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That lady is a quack! The presentation given by the NASA scientist was a speculation on where we are headed technologically for 2025 and said many things in this document can not possibly happen.
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I was really impressed with this forum when I first saw it, by; It is about the Crossfire. It is about Crossfire owners. If you get into other topics, like politics, it will not add to the forum it will detract from it.
This is the best help site on the web, almost everything I know about the Crossfire, I learned here.
The only thing I would add is some way to get the word out that this forum is here and get more Crossfire owners on board
This is the best help site on the web, almost everything I know about the Crossfire, I learned here.
The only thing I would add is some way to get the word out that this forum is here and get more Crossfire owners on board
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We rely on Google to make that happen... not sure how else to get the word out.
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