wut lol

Quite, Poliwhirl could finish him with enough heads if I remember right.

It was more that Ninetails was more useful in 99% of all situations (especially when you factor in the fact Ninetails was only a Stage 1 evolution) which meant Charizard was always going to be less useful in an all fire deck. Maybe in a dual energy deck his Pokemon Power would come into play but I'd probably not use fire in basic for the simple reason that almost every other energy type has a lot more options.

You knew it probably existed:

Great vid Hugh! Rivals that Portugeuse "Disney And Satanism" video in hilarity!

Dang, all this Pokemon talk has made me all nostalgic.

Yeah, especially since about 10% of my facebook friends have pokemon for avatars.

My rebuilt PC

Smecksy.

As long as it's not always dark when you use it.

Snow is coming! SNOW IS SNOWING

It's quite a good drop this year. I can't imagine what February's going to be like.

No snow down south, no sirree!

Snow is such a foreign concept to me you have no idea.

Australia would be the bees knees if the seasons weren't all MAD HATTER and wrong.

Earliest we've had proper snow in years, normally it doesn't settle till around january. Only about two or three inches, but still...

Also, I went ice skating and didn't die. YAY

The seasons are perfect. The idea that it can snow during Christmas is just so strange. The Christmas period is the time of Summer holidays, the beach, and bushfires. Hell, bushfires and Christmas go hand in hand. There is a few catastrophic bushfires raging in my state right now. Nothing like a few years ago when I could see them dumping water on them from my backyard (that was fun) but theyre still close.

Speaking of which, they made a new level of fire danger. Its called Catastrophic. Apparently Extreme didnt show the danger enough. Australia is just so used to them now.

What do you christmas cards look like? Do they still have snow on them?

As for the carols...

Forget your snow and reindeer and all that there malarky
'Cause down here Father Christmas wears a pair of shorts.---- KHAKI.

Chorus.
Christmas in Australia, is Christmas in paradise,
Christmas in Australia is basically, 'Bloody Nice',
Bruce goes steady with Sheila, and Sheila goes steady with Bruce,
And if you don't have a Christmas suntan, you're a 'Pommie' and you ain't no use

It's ninety in the shade at Christmas, the sun's a blazing 'phew',
So grab a tube of Foster's and a slice of cold kangaroo.
Bruce is waxing his surf board, and waxing his Shiela too,
It's a great Australian Christmas, ya-hoo.

Chorus.

It was a lovely sunny Christmas, we had a party on the beach,
Sang Australian carols, you should have heard us screech.
Our 'Silent Night' was a burst of light and the likes are heard only seldom,
Of 'Once In Royal Bruce's City', in a little town called Melbourne.

Chorus.

Bruce and Sheila disappeared round the far side of the truck,
They were gone for quite some time, we shouted, "Are you stuck?"
Then I had a bright idea, said, "I know what I'll do,
I'll play 'Oh Come All Ye Faithful' on Bruce's didgeridoo.

Chorus

As the afternoon wore on everyone got paralytic,
A drunken brawl developed from a friendly game of cricket.
Rolph Harris turned up finally to distract us from our combat,
By painting a lovely picture of Rudolf the Red Nosed Wombat.

Chorus.

Talking of Christmas poetry, something of mine that Arvy's already seen:

One fine Christmas evening, when feeling quite merry,
Santa, his job done and tanked up on sherry,
Was feeding the reindeer their seasonal food,
When an elf at the door said "Don't let me intrude,
But now work is ended, I missed my flight home,
Through a cold, dark, abandoned toy factory I roam,
So spare me a bit of that seasonal cheer,
And, well, Mr Claus, can't I just sleep here?"

Now this elf, she was... well, it is none too polite,
So shall we just call her a "girl of the night"?
But with nary a thought and with nary a care,
Santa embarked on this sordid affair,
He simply said "Yes," with no hint of a pause,
And no hint of a thought for his wife, Mrs Claus.

"Let's elope!" Said he, "To a new life of fun,
Forget all this snow, let's go search out some sun!
Destroy the old factory! Reduce it to ashes!"
The elven seductress just batted her lashes.

So Santa turned out the reindeer, into the cold,
Though Donner was pregnant and Dancer was old,
and their poor reindeer teeth made a chattering chorus,
(They were found dead, years later, by Polar Explorers.)

And Mrs Claus, frankly, well she took a leading
Role in the the famous divorce court proceedings.
She's loaded for life: this is because, partly,
Santa's lawyer's last client was Sir Paul McCartney.
And Santa's new life? Didn't turn out that great,
I hear that he's turned to the bottle of late,
The man's wracked with guilt for turning out Blitzen,
For the carnal delights of a young elven vixen.

And the whole Christmas business? That's all been sold,
There are different hands toymaking at the North Pole.
The elves have been thrown out, their craft isn't cheap.
But immigrant labour? They just work and sleep!
So now Christmas is owned by a big multinational,
And all because Santa, when slightly irrational,
Made a stupid mistake because of the drink:
And there's something here that we can all learn, I think.

I'm not saying miss all the seasonal cheer,
By all means have a can, or a glass at new years,
But get to the point where you're totally wreckless,
and, like Mr Claus, you can act rather feckless.
It's pointless to get drunk beyond all control,
And end up passed out in the cold turkey rolls.

So when it gets round to that time once again,
Of peace on the earth, and good will to all men,
Just try not to do things you'll later regret,
Some actions, like Santa's, are hard to forget.

What do you christmas cards look like? Do they still have snow on them?

Some have snow, but its not as prevalent as in other Northern nations. Basically, you get a few generic high quality (sort of) hand drawn ones with snow and baubles and stuff, and then you get everything else.

I have this awesome vision of Kangaroos in Santa hats giving each other gifts.

What? The giant white kangaroos pull the sleigh.

So I put this heaven in my sig to remind myself to post here but soon found out I don't have very much to post about.

How do I remedy this?

There isn't much left to post about here. This place is in its twilight.

Do you mean full of vampires and shades and hobgoblins?

And sissy "werewolves" that poof into fluffy wolves instantly in broad daylight?

Actually, they're shapeshifters.

Another man card down the wash