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Hey look, it's over. That movie sucked. Cat Approval

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The End

The FitnessGramâ„¢ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.In conclusion, I have a life (Surprising I know) with some simple and doable goals, a bunch of animals waiting for me whenever I am visiting home again and a lot of different things I enjoy to keep my evolved monkey brain entertained I am very bad at writing about myself. As I said, I have not done a lot of very interesting things, unless you count my folders worth of fantasy setting lore for a whole bunch of different things to be interesting of course. But, with my ability to code in HTML and Java slowly increasing, soon the world will not be safe from my Advanced Memeing capabilities that will come from those skills. I need to keep ranting to make this longer so that there are enough words for me to show off a text box thing in CSS, it's a real bummer that I have to just keep thinking of words to insert into this in order to do this thing of which I have previously mentioned huh? Yeah, just a real big shame that I need to make things up like this. Boy do I wish I wasn't still writing all of this right now, it's such an easy way of making up more space just to show off one CSS trick involving a box which will also have words contained inside of it... Antidisestablishmentarianism- there, that word adds on some length to things. Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you. And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip, big iron on his hiiiiiip. They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them. They will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines so that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity. They are my Space Marines and they shall know no fear. Hmmmm this might be enough now actually. Goodbye.

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