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Off Topic / Mr. Trololo is dead (Eduard Khil)
« on: June 04, 2012, 12:25:08 AM »

Google Translate of article:
People's Artist of the RSFSR Edward Khil died on the 78th year of life, according to RIA Novosti on Monday, June 4, with reference to the Research Institute staff. Polenov in St. Petersburg.

At the end of May 2012 it was announced that Edward Gil suffered a stroke and was hospitalized with a stroke at the Mariinsky Hospital. Later he was transferred to the Department of Anesthesiology, Resuscitation Institute named Polenov. His condition was assessed as heavy.

Edward Khil was born on September 4, 1934 in Smolensk. Musical career began in 1960 after graduating from the Leningrad Conservatory. Pop musical numbers Gil began performing in 1962. In addition to direct creative activity are also involved in teaching - in the late 1970s, Khil worked at the Leningrad State Academy of Theatre Arts.

In 2010, Edward Khil experienced a new surge of popularity, when Internet users discovered a recording of his vocalize "I am very happy because I finally get home."

Khil, nicknamed "Mr. Trololo", returned to live performances, recorded a song for the animated film "Smeshariki" and was awarded the Music Prize of "Steppenwolf".Edward Khil was awarded the Order of Red Banner of Labor, and the Friendship of Peoples "For Merit" of 4 degrees. He also was awarded the Lenin Komsomol.Location and time of parting with Edward Gil will be announced.]


Off Topic / Cigars
« on: May 23, 2012, 04:24:18 PM »

Let's discuss cigars!

I know most of you aren't old enough to smoke, and are generally against tobacco products, but this is an exception for me. I personally hate cigarettes but an occasional cigar for special occasions with friends is fun. They taste good, and put you in a relaxed and contemplative mood. Plus, doesn't every badass ever smoke a good stogie? I mean come on, Winston Churchill,  John F. Kennedy, Babe Ruth, Al Capone, and Duke Nukem to name a few.

So, discuss and name some of your favorite cigars. I like Gurkha's Sherpa cigars. They're good and pretty cheap.

« on: April 22, 2012, 04:32:43 PM »

Off Topic / Star Wars: Vader & Emperor Dance Off -Kinect
« on: April 21, 2012, 01:31:19 PM »

Off Topic / Cubelands' Signature
« on: April 18, 2012, 12:52:30 AM »

Does anyone else think that it is ironic as hell that the above gif is in his signature?

Off Topic / Greatest Minecraft video ever made
« on: April 11, 2012, 08:57:24 PM »

you seriously need to watch this, please.

Off Topic / Bronies in a nutshell
« on: April 11, 2012, 07:23:19 PM »

Off Topic / Bobby's New Hobby
« on: March 29, 2012, 08:30:46 PM »

General Discussion / Bushido's RTB2 weapons?
« on: March 15, 2012, 09:16:32 PM »
He probably doesn't want them released, but does anyone have his old Jackhammer? I loved it.

I'd like his smoke grenade, too.

Has anyone ported any of his older weapons?

Off Topic / AVGN Signed Photograph
« on: March 15, 2012, 08:50:22 PM »

my life is now complete

General Discussion / Stratofortress' AK47 and M4A1
« on: March 09, 2012, 02:33:59 PM »

General Discussion / Which map looks better for this build?
« on: March 06, 2012, 06:38:00 PM »
Slate Dark:


Plate 3 Snow Night:

need help! :(

General Discussion / Set player light?
« on: March 03, 2012, 07:59:52 PM »
Is there some kind of command or RTB preference where you can set the player light?

I know there are events.

Off Topic / Roswell Alien Crash
« on: March 01, 2012, 11:08:52 PM »
There was all kinds of stuff—small beams about three eighths or a half inch square with some sort of hieroglyphics on them that nobody could decipher. These looked soPhysician Prescribed Desoxyning like balsa wood, and were about the same weight, except that they were not wood at all. They were very hard, although flexible, and would not burn....One thing that impressed me about the debris was the fact that a lot of it looked like parchment. It had little numbers with symbols that we had to call hieroglyphics because I could not understand them. They could not be read, they were just like symbols, soPhysician Prescribed Desoxyning that meant soPhysician Prescribed Desoxyning, and they were not all the same, but the same general pattern, I would say. They were pink and purple. They looked like they were painted on. These little numbers could not be broken, could not be burned. I even took my cigarette lighter and tried to burn the material we found that resembled parchment and balsa, but it would not burn—wouldn't even smoke. But soPhysician Prescribed Desoxyning that is even more astonishing is that the pieces of metal that we brought back were so thin, just like tinfoil in a pack of cigarettes. I didn't pay too much attention to that at first, until one of the boys came to me and said: "You know that metal that was in there? I tried to bend the stuff and it won't bend. I even tried it with a sledgehammer. You can't make a dent on it," Marcel said.

In July 1947, I was a mortician, working for the Ballard Funeral Home in Roswell, which had a contract to provide mortuary services for the Roswell Army Air Field. One afternoon, around 1:15 or 1:30, I received a call from the base mortuary officer who asked what was the smallest size hermetically sealed casket that we had in stock. He said, 'We need to know this in case soPhysician Prescribed Desoxyning comes up in the future.' He asked how long it would take to get one, and I assured him I could get one for him the following day. He said he would call back if they needed one.
"About 45 minutes to an hour later, he called back and asked me to describe the preparation for bodies that had been lying out on the desert for a period of time. Before I could answer, he said he specifically wanted to know what effect the preparation procedures would have on the body's chemical compounds, blood and tissues... I offered to come out to the base to assist with any problem he might have, but he reiterated that the information was for future use...
"Approximately an hour or an hour and 15 minutes later, I got a call to transport a serviceman who had a laceration on his head and perhaps a fractured nose. I gave him first aid and drove him out to the base. I got there around 5:00 PM.
"Although I was a civilian, I usually had free access on the base because they knew me. I drove the ambulance around to the back of the base infirmary and parked it next to another ambulance. The door was open and inside I saw some wreckage. There were several pieces which looked like the bottom of a canoe, about three feet in length. It resembled stainless steel with a purple hue, as if it had been exposed to high temperature. There was some strange-looking writing on the material resembling Egyptian hieroglyphics. Also there were two MPs present.
"I checked the airman in and went to the staff lounge to have a Coke. I intended to look for a nurse, a 2nd Lieutenant, who had been commissioned about three months earlier right out of college. She was 23 years of age at the time (I was 22). I saw her coming out of one of the examining rooms with a cloth over her mouth. She said, 'My gosh, get out of here or you're going to be in a lot of trouble.' She went into another door where a Captain stood. He asked me who I was and what I was doing here. I told him, and he instructed me to stay there. I said, 'It looks like you've got a crash; would you like me to get ready?' He told me to stay right there. Then two MPs came up and began to escort me out of the infirmary. They said they had orders to follow me out to the funeral home.
"We got about 10 or 15 feet when I heard a voice say, 'We're not through with that SOB. Bring him back.' There was another Captain, a redhead with the meanest-looking eyes I had ever seen, who said, 'You did not see anything, there was no crash here, and if you say anything you could get into a lot of trouble.' I said, 'Hey look mister, I'm a civilian and you can't do a damn thing to me.' He said, 'Yes we can; somebody will be picking your bones out of the sand.' There was a black Sergeant with a pad in his hand who said, 'He would make good dog food for our dogs.' The Captain said, 'Get the SOB out.' The MPs followed me back to the funeral home.
"The next day, I tried to call the nurse to see what was going on. About 11:00 AM, she called the funeral home and said, 'I need to talk to you.' We agreed to meet at the officers club. She was very upset. She said, 'Before I talk to you, you have to give me a sacred oath that you will never mention my name, because I could get into a lot of trouble.' I agreed.
"She said she had gone to get supplies in a room where two doctors were performing a preliminarily autopsy. The doctors said they needed her to take notes during the procedure. She said she had never smelled anything so horrible in her life, and the sight was the most gruesome she had ever seen. She said, 'This was soPhysician Prescribed Desoxyning no one has ever seen.' As she spoke, I was concerned that she might go into shock.
"She drew me a diagram of the bodies, including an arm with a hand that had only four fingers; the doctors noted that on the end of the fingers were little pads resembling suction cups. She said the head was disproportionately large for the body; the eyes were deeply set; the skulls were flexible; the nose was concave with only two orifices; the mouth was a fine slit, and the doctors said there was heavy cartilage instead of teeth. The ears were only small orifices with flaps. They had no hair, and the skin was black—perhaps due to exposure in the sun. She gave me the drawings.
"There were three bodies; two were very mangled and dismembered, as if destroyed by predators; one was fairly intact. They were three-and-a-half to four feet tall. She told me the doctors said: 'This isn't anything we've ever see before; there's nothing in the medical textbooks like this.' She said she and the doctors became ill. They had to turn off the air conditioning and were afraid the smell would go through the hospital. They had to move the operation to an airplane hangar.
"I drove her back to the officers' barracks. The next day I called the hospital to see how she was, and they said she wasn't available. I tried to get her for several days, and finally got one of the nurses who said the Lieutenant had been transferred out with some other personnel. About 10 days to two weeks later, I got a letter from her with an APO number. She indicated we could discuss the incident by letter in the future. I wrote back to her and about two weeks later the letter came back marked 'Return to Sender—DECEASED.' Later, one of the nurses at the base said the rumor was that she and five other nurses had been on a training mission and had been killed in a plane crash.
"Sheriff George Wilcox and my father were very close friends. The Sheriff went to my folks' house the morning after the events at the base and said to my father, 'I don't know what kind of trouble Glenn's in, but you tell your son that he doesn't know anything and hasn't seen anything at the base.' He added, 'They want you and your wife's name, and they want your and your children's addresses.' My father immediately drove to the funeral home and asked me what kind of trouble I was in. He related the conversation with Sheriff Wilcox, and so I told him about the events of the previous day. He is the only person to whom I have told this story until recently.

I don't know, but there sure is a lot of convincing evidence.

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