Posts by Peter Pampher

Hey, they've played Beethoven in Eindhoven, Ludwig van lost.

A search of "Moonlight + sonata + electronic" delivers 144 ooo h!ts of all things in ca o.43 seconds. Reckon that he already couldn't hear when he wrote that singalong and I cannot see anymore from all those pumpkins on that Greek desktop Cyclop iPatch. Advice in advance: when you talk to this father of yours -what human man wouldn't feel touched on receiving a message, call or visit from family members- tell him that you have wagered a high stake that he cannot in the world dig up the info about that classic from ages even before time got its first cuppa coffee, sorta. He'll be delighted, maybe even blinded ..of the prospect that you're gambling at fair play ground Over-the-Moon. Eagle, uLoose; flip the side, iWin, ta diddy.

PSshhd: SOS sorted

..and in the probable case that he keeps on crashing all those rockin' boats into every debris there is he could try paying agents in order to get on friendly terms with scraps and bitses floating all over the palaces. --Spea King of experience, mind... Thingey, thumbs in abeyance, a-twiddling, sucking and whatnot. Now up for ey proper tavern brawl in The Spacebarn Pub. Mille e uno, mon amigo

Alpha to Zebra, one till all the way to twenty-six, o9er's keyboard marked, hit and sunk. Thingey, ta da. That's worse than no access, innit?!

Chip,the shoulder pad munk of Michael's adds, "Go give him all you've got and trap that drat mouse of his as well, ta teetotaller. Let's wait how he comes out of this tight corner in the oval office, casablanca. And no coffee, break or spacebar for that phievin' bandit."

Boy group band all predecessors proper for thinking pop charts are a way to navigate with. Three times, bang bang big bang. Now bend over.

...would slap Chip, your shoulder pet on its back, Mikey, if it wasn't displayin' its teeth.

this only can mean that all others have to give that silly system a wide berth till next New Moon, correct or am I right?!

"Problem will be then to land on there!!!"

Arghnn, shut up, Houston. What proper space parrot is afraid of darkness...

"Only when you manoeuvreboard thingee."

Yeah rightio, If you wouldn't spew all yer poison and bile onto the posh emerald-ish radar dish we might avoid some of those debris all over the show.

"You have meant to say breath nuttn but fire and brimstone, well? those crashing dins so sounding and fashionable dents are actually the highlights, telling ya."

Where'sEySpacebarServingSidewinderPhangWhenYouReallyNeedOne...

hey, cosmic colleagues, what else would a fresh Win10 install could so with? graphic drivers, nVidia PhysX maybe, that MS Visuals C++ 2oo5, while all the time please no firewall nor anti-virus running... a right pad for the mouse launch i daresay, whahhh.

you mean it's a-functioning? yippee yey. Otherwise it would have been a bad science faction stunt, innit?! hope to catch up on you later in space, when the suns here on Vanilla-Mustard Crime have settled. Who is Hovis ..;)

..a sort of splish-splash trailing wake if someone'd ask me, a rocking troll in a Silvester firework rocket. Give him an lemon ice-blergh, ghehe, top of the tracklist, ciao-eeh.

N.B.: nice one, Fox Oscar Excellent, all engines running.

..a fine weather friend you are. That'll most definitely block any forum access in complete the cosmos. At least in the known.

...but for a nice lil fee you could get a black market picture postcard stamp for your very cool collection, sorta.

sooo, Really? you then, although apparently knowing too much of cosmix laws to be healthy, for yourself walking space-lanes in the wrong direction. AZ highway patrol? tell him about your rites, disable his communication cable. Houst'n, "Ja hallol."

AZ, please...

there are quite a few game-related entries, Greg, i liked Ape's very specific manual of How-To a good lot. That fresh free CCleaner tool later did an incredible fast job: deleted on a basic system three dozen MBs in zero point naught. Light looked a little pale. Take your time et bon chance, mon Capitaine.

LEMUR VOICE - Intuition

onboard Dreamship sound with a short lil extra intro.

three astronauts outside the airlock is a nice crowd to perceive, innit?

Who has bent the time & space fabric then? let's go back inside, shall we? and you AZ may continue patrolling the Theory Nebular in the midst of the Peasoup Cloud for acting such an apt spacesuit designer, you fashion p'rat.

..iMean well over-dressed, cake-thievin' corsair.

*invites Mitch for mixing even more conundrum to the perfect mess, for being by far too demanding and: lets proper peppermint tea drop onto the zuckerberg*

Hey bandit, you howl and growl like a wolf-gangster. Are the hair tops aching of the growing winter fur? walk the space bar then.

..TalkingOfWhich, in 2o15, at the near mISS, did they throw soap and towel along with a glass of water. ..catching soft werewolves unaware. Ca-tchingeling

PSsshd: be advised that on luckily acquiring a cosmic trippin' boat by all means or whatever, do not under any circumstances park that vehicle near a freeport, 'coz nice neighbours will blow up all out of proportions, if you know where ourselve' is driftin'. When you want to continue your journey just give it a far-distance wake-up call to come back to you. Alternatively you might as well fill'em station visitors up with stories about that flawless vessel, sorta. A round of Mice-on-polished-Rice on da house. Or you go space walking, ta da

ey somewhat tough one, any aliens might mutter. A Japanese Origami cosmolollogist is the very geezer to interrogate for that bit.

Paper
Rock
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catch you then, caiman & rock-it scientists in deep space probes.

..AZ for actually waiting for his trailing space tin can to catch up on him ..and having the nerve while doing so to jump onto Back To The Future's Time Machine only to arrive today sans a deluge of coffee for the rest of us pile-a-lots thingee. Cuppa that..Friendchey

--send from-out Spacebar Inn Sufficient, inni?--

try the Vanilla-versy (at: Settings, that is) et voilà, we are experiencing the most delicious taste in known universe. Thingey, ta da. Houston? text us...