your Signature - Explain - the Very Best of

Relative

I am impressed by the varity of the signatures used by users of boards.ie. They range from Quirkey, funny, smarmy, crass, witty to weird, wacky and thought provoking.
Which are you? ? And Why?
Should everyone have one ?
yes no

Bard

We used Bugzilla in our company to keep track of "issues" with the web sites we were writing. In Bugzilla there's a "quips" section in which it puts a random quote of comment on each page. My signature was one of the quips.

I thought it was funny...

Simple, really...

smoke.me.a.kipper

i wanted some kind of disclaimer thingy and this is just the insane rant that popped into my head at the time.

Belisarius

Mines a bit of a blur really...I woke up one morning with this sig and a strange taste of Pinapple in my mouth :eek:

Lenny

Mine means that I am the most powerful of all and strongest, no matter what, I am always standing.

adnans

i grab my sigs from mr. jack handy and his deep thoughts. nutter

adnans

Paleface

Mines a Simpson's quote but you wouldn't have to be a genius to have figured that out:D

Miguel_Sanchez

Mine is a quote from The Big Lebowski seeing as that's where I got my name from and all.

I've had three different sigs - each of them was a different quote from the film and I'll probably keep going in that vein for a while.

Kairo

Mine was taken from Parlan the 2nd. I think it was on dust...the Terrorists were desperately trying to find the bomb, but to no avail. In despair...I think it was Rich shouted that out..or it might have been Par. Was funny at the time...

Ry

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping - rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly yours forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping - tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" - here I opened wide the door: -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!" -
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore! -

Merely this and nothing more.

Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore; -

'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above this chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown
before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before,"

Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope the melacholy burden bore

Of 'Never-nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this Home by Horror haunted - tell me truly I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? tell me - tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting - still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a Demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted - nevermore!


I just really like the poem hence the sig.

Molly

Mine are lyrics from the staind song called outside
also irish cs communications are a copyright of moll incorporated
not par or rich

Superman

just testin my signature

Bard

Originally posted by smoke-me-a-kipper
Remember we're extremists with miniature guitars...

I like that bit

Shiminay

It's best not to ask...
:rolleyes:

Trojan

Use dictionary.com

Al.

Xterminator

Mines another simpsons quote.

Its one of Mo, the bartenders best lines!

There's a little simpsons in us all!.

Paleface

Originally posted by Xterminator
There's a little simpsons in us all!.

Never was there a truer statement;)

beaver

The movie Pi by Darren Aronofsky.

WhiteWashMan

i like dairy products and dungeons...

azezil

I seen it on a poster n thought it was cool!

dannyd20

Originally posted by Molly
Mine are lyrics from the staind song called outside

I'm on the outside, I'm looking in, I can see through you, see your true colours, cos inside your ugly, your ugly like me, cos i can see through you, see who's the real you

That song rocks. Respect!

ammm, my sig is true ........ honest !!

oh, and a bit of shameless plugging for my very own home.

tHE vAGGABOND

I dont really use the sig - but this new board keeps turning it on..

its just my OGA .plan

Atomic Pineapple

The first one is a quote from Joseph Stalin , i seen it pop up in Operation Flashpiont , so i robbed it.
The second i just seen on some old website somewhere , so i robbed it.
Thats how it is.

Relative

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Hey they have awards for everything else, Why not the "kenny" Awards for "Best Signature", "Funniest Sig", "
"Most Thoughtful Sig" "Worst Sig "

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Relative

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Users who enter their signature for a "kenny" Award will be Judged on Originality and Impact and will receive the "kenny" award. This will be from no kennys up to five kennys
Five been Brilliant etc

Kenny has Judged Relative's Entry and has Awarded 5 kenny's
Because it is ORIGINAL & and THOUGHT PROVOKING

How many kenny's does Your Signature Deserve ?



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Relative

Enter your signature for a kenny award at

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?s=&threadid=30990


Are you SURE ?

nesf

Mine's more of a mathematicians joke than anything else, i.e. it isn't funny, but it usually takes a mathematician to say why

orangerooster

Mines a testament to the awful bloody acting in resident evil 1 i could have chosen many hundreds new one soon!!!

Karl Hungus

Mine's some Zyklon lyrics...

Great band...

Seems when you've been locked up in jail for cutting a homo guy to pieces, you can write something profound.

Ironicaly, I know a couple of homosexual people, and they haven't picked up on the fact.
Probably just as well.

DrunkLeprachaun

Mine is a quote from a PCG interview with the guy who wrote hostile water's script. I think it sums up my feelings quite well. YOU ALL SUCK.

Karl Hungus

I think my new one is self explanitory.