The goal is to get 100 different people to post on this. DO NOT POST TWICE ON THIS THREAD..... please? I think that there are, but I am not sure.
Yes, but you can reply to other posts in your post. Does anyone think that we'll make it before NP8?
You mean 850. How many do you think actually use this website?
Too bad for you.
Hello (again)!

EDIT (8/11/2011): This is more epic than I thought it would ever be.

Okay, here is my post. I'm wondering if there are even 100 ON nerd paradise. I suppose this is the way to see.

There are at least 848 people registered.

A lot of people likely registered to post a comment on the blog post that Stumbleupon led to for awhile.

Anyway, here's me ringing in.

I feel like I should post something interesting or enlightening here, as I only get this one post on this thread. Hmm. Nothing is coming to me. Well, then, I'll just not. I've done my part in reaching 100 people now.

This is going to take quite a long time. I've probably seen 100 different people post over my six years here, maybe 200, but probably not many more than that.

Anyway, to quote Jubal Early, "Well, here I am."

I am a post. Teehee!

As I only get 1 post on this threadj, I might as well use it to post one of my favourite parts of works of literature and my favorite quote.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

"I never let my schooling interfere with my education"

• Mark Twain

/me nods.



hi

Plus 1

I refuse to be a part of this.

‫

You have me curious

Hello!

This has given my life purpose.

I am #14. Please correct me if I am wrong.

...

Hello! _{Hello! Hello!}
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?

:D

It appears I haven't posted here yet.

This is silly. I'm with Blake on this.

I say, I put my right foot in. . .

Helloooooooooooo!

Yo. :D

Twenty-four!

*Tosses hat into the ring*