[Discussion] Mods tell us about yourself

[USS Monitor]

I thought that was Ransium?

No, I am not Ransium. That would be weird.

But Groot is a tree. Since when do we have two tree mods?

[Revlona]

No, I am not Ransium. That would be weird.

But Groot is a tree. Since when do we have two tree mods?

Hey can be whatever he wants, groot is an entish thing not a tree

[The Archregimancy]

I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.


II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.


III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.


IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

[NERVUN]

Award for the thread goes to Arch!

[Ethel mermania]

I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.


II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.


III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.


IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Oh Bartender, I will have what he is having.

[Farnhamia]

I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.


II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.


III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.


IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Oh Bartender, I will have what he is having.

We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine.

[Revlona]

I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.


II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.


III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.


IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

So Far you win

Don't know what you win, but you win

[Farnhamia]

I

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.


II

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.


III

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.


IV

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

So Far you win

Don't know what you win, but you win

A good copy of the second book of Aristotles' Poetics?

[Revlona]

So Far you win

Don't know what you win, but you win

A good copy of the second book of Aristotles' Poetics?

Sure, it should reach him in 1-2,000 business days

[Bombadil]

Of course while we might indulge Arch in his predilection for poetry in his old age we should not forget his contributions to world peace as a Nazi-fighting archaeologist. He doesn’t like to talk of these tales, being the mild-mannered and humble chap he is, but it’s worth recording.

Born in 1899 he first came to note when he came close to recovering the ornamental cross of Francisco Vasquez de Coronado at the tender age of 13 (he’d succeed in recovering it some years later in 1938). By this time he was already pretty ace with the whip, which became a trusty and useful friend in defeating Nazis.

Naturally moving to a prestigious teaching position where he fended off the attentions of his female students with a mix of charm and faux naivete he was soon plunged into adventure when he crash landed in India in 1935. With the help of a hysterical blond and smart alec sidekick he freed kidnapped children while returning the legendary Sankara Stones to their rightful place.

What a guy.

One year later and he was in Egypt where his Nazi fighting prowess came to the fore. As we all know the Nazis spent a lot of time searching for ancient religious artefacts with which they could conquer the world. Key among these were the Lost Ark and the Holy Grail. They sure didn’t figure Arch into their evil plans, even though they kidnapped his father.. he safely moved the Lost Ark to a secret government warehouse in the US in ’36 and resisted the temptation of the Holy Grail itself in ’38 while, in both cases, Nazis fell to their doom around him. He even came face to face with Hitler in a tense book burning moment and managed to get his autograph.

Some 19 years later and it was the Soviets who came to regret taking on Arch, as they raced to find the Crystal Skull. Most notably Arch survived a direct hit from a nuclear bomb by climbing into a fridge, then thrown by the explosion some kilometres away and climbing out relatively unscathed.

He then discovered he had a son, who turned out to be Shia LeBeouf, which was a pity.

Of course he later turned his whip-cracking skills to NS as a Mod, but we’ll never forget..

[Ethel mermania]

Of course while we might indulge Arch in his predilection for poetry in his old age we should not forget his contributions to world peace as a Nazi-fighting archaeologist. He doesn’t like to talk of these tales, being the mild-mannered and humble chap he is, but it’s worth recording.

Born in 1899 he first came to note when he came close to recovering the ornamental cross of Francisco Vasquez de Coronado at the tender age of 13 (he’d succeed in recovering it some years later in 1938). By this time he was already pretty ace with the whip, which became a trusty and useful friend in defeating Nazis.

Naturally moving to a prestigious teaching position where he fended off the attentions of his female students with a mix of charm and faux naivete he was soon plunged into adventure when he crash landed in India in 1935. With the help of a hysterical blond and smart alec sidekick he freed kidnapped children while returning the legendary Sankara Stones to their rightful place.

What a guy.

One year later and he was in Egypt where his Nazi fighting prowess came to the fore. As we all know the Nazis spent a lot of time searching for ancient religious artefacts with which they could conquer the world. Key among these were the Lost Ark and the Holy Grail. They sure didn’t figure Arch into their evil plans, even though they kidnapped his father.. he safely moved the Lost Ark to a secret government warehouse in the US in ’36 and resisted the temptation of the Holy Grail itself in ’38 while, in both cases, Nazis fell to their doom around him. He even came face to face with Hitler in a tense book burning moment and managed to get his autograph.

Some 19 years later and it was the Soviets who came to regret taking on Arch, as they raced to find the Crystal Skull. Most notably Arch survived a direct hit from a nuclear bomb by climbing into a fridge, then thrown by the explosion some kilometres away and climbing out relatively unscathed.

He then discovered he had a son, who turned out to be Shia LeBeouf, which was a pity.

Of course he later turned his whip-cracking skills to NS as a Mod, but we’ll never forget..

Sorry none of that covers the infliction of shia on the rest of us.

[United Islamic Commonwealth]

Oh Bartender, I will have what he is having.

We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine.

So, quick question, what's the importance of the year 1969 in American culture? I hear it referenced in songs a lot. Is it because that's the year we (allegedly) landed on the Moon?

[Kaboomlandia]

We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine.

So, quick question, what's the importance of the year 1969 in American culture? I hear it referenced in songs a lot. Is it because that's the year we (allegedly) landed on the Moon?

Woodstock, I'm guessing.

[Pax Nerdvana]

Of course while we might indulge Arch in his predilection for poetry in his old age we should not forget his contributions to world peace as a Nazi-fighting archaeologist. He doesn’t like to talk of these tales, being the mild-mannered and humble chap he is, but it’s worth recording.

Born in 1899 he first came to note when he came close to recovering the ornamental cross of Francisco Vasquez de Coronado at the tender age of 13 (he’d succeed in recovering it some years later in 1938). By this time he was already pretty ace with the whip, which became a trusty and useful friend in defeating Nazis.

Naturally moving to a prestigious teaching position where he fended off the attentions of his female students with a mix of charm and faux naivete he was soon plunged into adventure when he crash landed in India in 1935. With the help of a hysterical blond and smart alec sidekick he freed kidnapped children while returning the legendary Sankara Stones to their rightful place.

What a guy.

One year later and he was in Egypt where his Nazi fighting prowess came to the fore. As we all know the Nazis spent a lot of time searching for ancient religious artefacts with which they could conquer the world. Key among these were the Lost Ark and the Holy Grail. They sure didn’t figure Arch into their evil plans, even though they kidnapped his father.. he safely moved the Lost Ark to a secret government warehouse in the US in ’36 and resisted the temptation of the Holy Grail itself in ’38 while, in both cases, Nazis fell to their doom around him. He even came face to face with Hitler in a tense book burning moment and managed to get his autograph.

Some 19 years later and it was the Soviets who came to regret taking on Arch, as they raced to find the Crystal Skull. Most notably Arch survived a direct hit from a nuclear bomb by climbing into a fridge, then thrown by the explosion some kilometres away and climbing out relatively unscathed.

He then discovered he had a son, who turned out to be Shia LeBeouf, which was a pity.

Of course he later turned his whip-cracking skills to NS as a Mod, but we’ll never forget..

So Arch is Indiana Jones?

[Drasnia]

Of course while we might indulge Arch in his predilection for poetry in his old age we should not forget his contributions to world peace as a Nazi-fighting archaeologist. He doesn’t like to talk of these tales, being the mild-mannered and humble chap he is, but it’s worth recording.

Born in 1899 he first came to note when he came close to recovering the ornamental cross of Francisco Vasquez de Coronado at the tender age of 13 (he’d succeed in recovering it some years later in 1938). By this time he was already pretty ace with the whip, which became a trusty and useful friend in defeating Nazis.

Naturally moving to a prestigious teaching position where he fended off the attentions of his female students with a mix of charm and faux naivete he was soon plunged into adventure when he crash landed in India in 1935. With the help of a hysterical blond and smart alec sidekick he freed kidnapped children while returning the legendary Sankara Stones to their rightful place.

What a guy.

One year later and he was in Egypt where his Nazi fighting prowess came to the fore. As we all know the Nazis spent a lot of time searching for ancient religious artefacts with which they could conquer the world. Key among these were the Lost Ark and the Holy Grail. They sure didn’t figure Arch into their evil plans, even though they kidnapped his father.. he safely moved the Lost Ark to a secret government warehouse in the US in ’36 and resisted the temptation of the Holy Grail itself in ’38 while, in both cases, Nazis fell to their doom around him. He even came face to face with Hitler in a tense book burning moment and managed to get his autograph.

Some 19 years later and it was the Soviets who came to regret taking on Arch, as they raced to find the Crystal Skull. Most notably Arch survived a direct hit from a nuclear bomb by climbing into a fridge, then thrown by the explosion some kilometres away and climbing out relatively unscathed.

He then discovered he had a son, who turned out to be Shia LeBeouf, which was a pity.

Of course he later turned his whip-cracking skills to NS as a Mod, but we’ll never forget..

So Arch is Indiana Jones?

Not my Indy. Miss me with that Crystal Skull stuff.

[Wrapper]

We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine.

So, quick question, what's the importance of the year 1969 in American culture? I hear it referenced in songs a lot. Is it because that's the year we (allegedly) landed on the Moon?

The Miracle Mets, of course.

[Bombadil]

Of course while we might indulge Arch in his predilection for poetry in his old age we should not forget his contributions to world peace as a Nazi-fighting archaeologist. He doesn’t like to talk of these tales, being the mild-mannered and humble chap he is, but it’s worth recording.

Born in 1899 he first came to note when he came close to recovering the ornamental cross of Francisco Vasquez de Coronado at the tender age of 13 (he’d succeed in recovering it some years later in 1938). By this time he was already pretty ace with the whip, which became a trusty and useful friend in defeating Nazis.

Naturally moving to a prestigious teaching position where he fended off the attentions of his female students with a mix of charm and faux naivete he was soon plunged into adventure when he crash landed in India in 1935. With the help of a hysterical blond and smart alec sidekick he freed kidnapped children while returning the legendary Sankara Stones to their rightful place.

What a guy.

One year later and he was in Egypt where his Nazi fighting prowess came to the fore. As we all know the Nazis spent a lot of time searching for ancient religious artefacts with which they could conquer the world. Key among these were the Lost Ark and the Holy Grail. They sure didn’t figure Arch into their evil plans, even though they kidnapped his father.. he safely moved the Lost Ark to a secret government warehouse in the US in ’36 and resisted the temptation of the Holy Grail itself in ’38 while, in both cases, Nazis fell to their doom around him. He even came face to face with Hitler in a tense book burning moment and managed to get his autograph.

Some 19 years later and it was the Soviets who came to regret taking on Arch, as they raced to find the Crystal Skull. Most notably Arch survived a direct hit from a nuclear bomb by climbing into a fridge, then thrown by the explosion some kilometres away and climbing out relatively unscathed.

He then discovered he had a son, who turned out to be Shia LeBeouf, which was a pity.

Of course he later turned his whip-cracking skills to NS as a Mod, but we’ll never forget..

So Arch is Indiana Jones?

I do vaguely recall they made a series of movies loosely based on his life if that's what you mean..

[Pax Nerdvana]

So Arch is Indiana Jones?

I do vaguely recall they made a series of movies loosely based on his life if that's what you mean..

That's what I was referring to yes, but I didn't know they were based off of Arch.

[Valentine Z]

The Archregimancy = Archaeologist.

Man, I'm too slow to notice...

[USS Monitor]

The Archregimancy = Archaeologist.

Man, I'm too slow to notice...

He does very cool work IRL.

[Ethel mermania]

The Archregimancy = Archaeologist.

Man, I'm too slow to notice...

He does very cool work IRL.

Pfft. How is sticking Richard the third in a parking lot cool?

[Nunavutialand]

He does very cool work IRL.

Pfft. How is sticking Richard the third in a parking lot cool?

It's cool because you get to sneak on your phone while the teacher gives you a bunch of trivia and then some random kid manages to derail a lesson.
This happened throughout school.

[Audioslavia]

I have balls on my flag. Hi.

[Thyerata]

Wait, I'm having a strong Deja Vu... I seen this before?

viewtopic.php?f=16&t=417612

Just goes to show, people really want to know a lot about you.

I did wonder when someone would mention that

At least I'm preserved in the Funny Quotes Hall of Fame for posterity now