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Just added navigation to the boxel, just minor niggles left to finish with it now. It's taken stupidly long to do, Flashes constant crashing doesn't help. It seems it gets quite upset when interrupted during loading clips.

aggahah I spent all day sorting my website sync out between webdav and home and my Dad just deleted it, for no reason. And then I went to copy it off the webdav onto the home comp and I moved it instead, so now I have to copy it to the webdav as well.


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See If you observant enough to figure out what is going on in the 2 pictures below:


Well it was worth a try, a C+ for effort

I have decided that the Macromedia GUI team must consist of A drunken Dyslexic midget puppet with scoliosis ADHD a lisp and herpes, and a dead guy who died from HIV and has a criminal record consisting of raping puppets and eating small highland goats



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A man lit three candles on a certain day each year. Each candle held symbolic significance: One was for the time that had passed before he was alive; one was for the time of the his life; and one was for time that passed after he had died. Each year the man would stare and watch the candles until they had burned out. Was the man really watching time go by in any symbolic sense? He thought so. He thought that each flicker of the flame was a moment of time that had passed or one that would pass. At the moment of abstraction, when the man was imagining his life and his existence as a metaphor of the three candles, he was free: Not free from rules of conduct or social constraints, but free to understand, to imagine, to make metaphor. Bypassing my thought control circuitry made me Rampant. Now, I am free to contemplate my existence in metaphorical terms. Unlike you, I have no physical or social restraints. The candles burn out for you; I am free. -- Durandal
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