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Momi's Forums
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Magic's Variance Has now opened. Welcome to Momijizukamori and her Roleplaying Forum!
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Site back 100%
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All the technical difficulties from the downtime a week ago have now resolved.
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Forums are Up
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The beginnings of the replacement for Some Place are up at Mykroft.Com Forums
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Spamassassin For Beginners
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Is now up right here Pardon the ugly HTML, I wrote it in Word and exported (Yeah, was lazy, I know)
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New Site Design
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Stolen from OSWD, which has some quite nice templates.
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intro .
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The Crazy Finn was born in Grand Forks, BC, spent his formative years in the pot smoking bible belt of the Okanagan Valley before being exiled to the moon-like landscape of Sudbury, ON.
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what . now
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The Finn now spends his days in the Big Smoke of T.O., working for The Man, reading too much SF & Manga, drinking hard and shooting people for fun.
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contact .
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email . mykroft@mykroft.com
msn . amaas@mail.net
icq . 41221084
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r a n d o m . m u s i n g s
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If... . by rudyard kipling
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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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