The list is very large, and I selected at random.  The good names are in the list, I assure you.  I'm placing 10 names per poll to speed things up.

Not exactly the most scientific way of doing this, I know, but it's something, and will at least give us some idea.

Unofficial "Name New GW" Tournament of Champtions, Tier 1

The "Name New GW" topic is an interesting amalgamation of good ideas, very bad ideas, and totally off-topic bickering.  I have paged through the whole thing, I collected a list of names, purging the joke suggestions, leaving only the good ones.  The final winners of each poll will move on to the next tier to be contested against each other, until only one remains.

This final name will hopefully be a reflection of the current community's wishes for what "New GW" should be called.  This is NOT necessarily what new gw will be called.  That decision is ultimately up to Drule.

Vote for your favorite, and by all means, continue posting ideas to Name New GW.  This isn't the end all be all for the next site.

We ordered a pizza.  Roundtable biznitches.

Tostadas topped with refried beans, beef, pico de gallo, and cheese.  Washed it down with a Beck's. (Not my first choice, but it was on hand.  I hear this beer tastes better if you happen to actually be in Germany.)

It's a really good story. I could swear you said it was your wife last time though

No sir.  I was not married at the time of that story.

I'm working till late afternoon, then the family and I will make a trip to an empty patch of grass in the park to barbecue and watch explosions in the sky.  I'm fairly certain there will be potato salad involved.

I remember seeing these photos some time ago.  Crazy impressive, especially when you realize that they were taken over 100 years ago.  They somehow make the past seem more real.

I think it's a pretty big deal if you can have a job like that and still be happy. by the way can you tell us the head of krull story again? I forget exactly how it goes

Holy crap.  I forgot about that.  I don't remember posting it here, but I guess I did.

I was out shopping with my mom.  Just a normal trip to the grocery.  My mom asked me if I could go to the freezer section and grab a gallon of ice cream.  I was happy to oblige.

I picked out some ice cream, then wandered up behind my mom who was pushing the cart.  Feeling goofy, I proudly hold up the ice-cream, then put on my best bellowing barbarian voice and declare;

"My Lady!  I have brought you the head of Krull!"

Suddenly, a woman who looks much like my mother from behind spins around with a quite horrified and shocked look on her face.  Before she can scream, I quickly say "Oh, I'm sorry.  You aren't who I thought you were."  And I retreated.

I thought I handled that quite well. 

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Just something to add here.  In college, I tried to live the Gaming Worldian dream.  It was 2002, so the idea of a "Game Design Degree" was new, and it still wasn't figured out that such a degree is basically useless.

Now, when I see a wide-eyed kid boasting about how he is going to get a game design degree and become a game developer, I take the cigar out of my mouth, scratch my scruffy, scarred face and gruffly dash his hopes with the experience of a hardened war veteran.

"It's not the degree that counts kid.  You think some game company is going to hire you on the spot just because you have a fancy, expensive game design degree.  Game companies like that don't put any more value on that than a potty training certificate.  If you want a job in the industry, it doesn't matter if you have a doctorate in Super Mario theory or you're a high school dropout.  You hafta have a good, impressive portfolio to show off.  And even the best portfolio is useless unless you have someone to show it to.  You have to get out there kid.  Attend the trade shows and the conventions.  Hand out your business card.  Show your work to anyone who will see it.  And you have to stand out.  These companies have to want to hire you above the other yahoos with a portfolio looking to get into the industry.  Damnit kid, don't cry.  You're gonna get tears on my new boots."

We should bring back the old GW cooking contests, though I don't think anyone has a chance against King of Spooks.  That guy has skillz!

Holy crap.  Steel died?  When did this happen?!  I'll donate if I can in the near future.

My logs are printed on acid-free paper, and carefully filed away in black binders, which I place in chronological order upon rows and rows of bookshelves.  I spend my free time meticulously dusting the spines, and airing out the pages so they don't develop mildew.

Just played through Mirror's Edge.  It was meh.  I'm currently hammering through Risen, which I'm pleased to say is basically Gothic 4 with better controls.

Joined as a senior in high school.  GW was a way to pass the time during graphic design class.  Since then, I attended, and subsequently dropped out of college, dicked around for a while, got married, had a kid (2 years old now.), and now I live in a decent apartment with my family, and I sell cell phones at the local Wal Mart.

Sure, I'm not driving a Benz to my personal yacht, but we're doing ok.  I'm happy with my life, and it's really just beginning anyway.

I remember when Faust assumed I was a fellow homo, just because I resided in San Francisco.

Greek Nachos.  Pita crisps covered in a yogurt/shredded cucumber/lemon sauce with feta cheese and ground lamb seasoned with cumin.  Top with chopped tomato.

It was goddamn delicious.

That youtube video actually made me feel all emotional.  No tears though.  Men don't cry, they grunt and look steely.

Goodbye Don, you'll be missed.

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Men don't cry, they grunt and look steely.

Says the guy who's group is "Flower Boys."
Aw who am I kidding, I blubbered like a baby.  That guy can never be replaced!

I've had roommates that used my computer to look at porn.  I wouldn't have been too pissed about it, only they have no idea how to look at porn.  They click on any ad that looks interesting to them, and as a result my machine was constantly under attack by trojans and other nasty things.  But that was years ago so...

My brother-in-law has a similar mentality when it comes to electronics.  Actually, anything he doesn't know about, really.  He is easily intimidated, and tries to hard to make people like him.  As a result, if I say something about, say, electronics, which he knows nothing about.  He feels the need to prove that he is just as knowledgeable and attempts to give his input, which more often than not makes no sense, and is usually pulled directly from his ass.  Example:

Me:
"Woo!  Fallout 3 comes out next month, I can't wait!"

Him:
"Oh that game?  I heard it sucks."

Me:
"Really?  Interesting.  Where did you get such insightful information?"

Him:
"I heard it from a guy."

 

My late grandfather's (On my dad's side.) second wife remarried to the brother of the man who owns the Marriot hotel chain.

Does that count?

I have prepared bland food in a style that they are used to.  Box-meal chicken Alfredo that tastes like noodly paste is a common staple.  Shake-and-Bake pork chops are very common here as well.  When I do these dishes that they are used to, my mother-in-law is still happy that she doesn't have to cook, and everyone else still consumes it with no expression.  My brother-in-law still microwaves a hot pocket, because even though it's the same thing he's used to, his mom didn't make it.  He'll eat it if he doesn't know I cooked it.

When I try to mix things up, like making real, fresh burritos instead of frozen ones stuck in the oven.  I make them in a Build-Your-Own-Burrito kind of way, so they can add or omit whatever ingredients they want, and have it as spicy or not as they please.  Their reaction remains unchanged.

I think I understand why my mother-in-law prefers to cook meals that come in a box.  They are easy, quick, and the amount of appreciation she'll get is roughly the same as if she were to prepare a lavish, gourmet meal.

*Makes attempt a jumping for joy.
*Rolls a 1 - CRITICAL FAILURE!
*Rolls a 3

I have broken my ankle.  The fracture has punctured the skin.  Infection is bound to creep it.

Happy Birthday!