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Snap. Not the awesome German band behind 80s power-tracks 'I've got the Power' and 'Rhythm is a Dancer', but as to my personal life story. Loved Collette a little bit too much.

Especially grandparents, who probably lived through multiple wars.

WCW and I met after another Simon, not Paul but Red, put us in contact courtesy of a request from my scientific handlers. Apparently Walking had some involvement with the Skyhooks as well? Still not sure how that song relates to me, except that even singing 'Happy Birthday' is a 'Horror Movie' due to my condition, my salty tears spoiling every frosted cake in the vicinity and upsetting any gathered family members.

As WCW mentioned - or maybe envisioned - you were in for a hiding for no reason trying to guess. It's a reference to a personal medical issue, in which I was born with the membranes of my tear ducts connected to my vocal chords and can't sing karaoke without involuntarily crying, with the curious exceptions of Skyhook's 'Horror Movie', 'I go to Rio' by Peter Allen, and the Paul Simon classic 'You can call me Al'. My name isn't Al though, or Betty, and neither me nor my baby has ever been to Rio, which adds to the intrigue for the medical professionals currently studying me.

A lot of people suggesting the 'soft call' should be scrapped (or muted), with the decision sent upstairs and then returned to the goal umpire if there is no conclusive evidence. Others have pointed out the occasional (highly infuriating) miscommunications between the goal and field umpires and what ARC ends up reviewing. Why not then just get rid of the faceless 'middle man' adjudicator, and leave ultimate responsibility for the decision up to the experienced goal umpire who was on the spot and knows exactly what he or she was in doubt about? If unsure, the goal umpire can call for a review, and then directly direct the technologists on what to play back. This could be done via a movie director-style playback 'tent' set up somewhere behind the goals (sounds cumbersome and potentially dangerous, but I have faith we can figure it out). Goal umpire, in this particular instance, can then ask for the best footage on whether it touched the back of so and so's hand from various angles and freezes. On the balance of the available evidence, the call would probably have gone our way; the goal umpire is absolved from making one poor, split-second decision, and is only hounded if it's an absolute post-review howler. Add a clearly defined 'benefit-of-the-doubt' rule, be it a goal or point, which the umpire can signal if they remain uncertain.

Why aren't you even trembling? Because AI probably already smoothed out your bumps.

AI will decide.

Other posters on Demonland:

Brodes back in the team:

I agree. Red and black should be reserved for Nazis, deadly spiders, and demented dommes.

Philactides is a must:

It's important not to sully the Demon colours with drool or dribble. May I suggest red and black?

Every day is game-day WCW. Or at least game day.

I thought you ate two Red Bulls and three coffees for breakfast?

Surprised you haven't been issued a gag-order yet from the Demon's Army about posting online.

Who wants ginger snaps?

Larry Page has said that he now feeds filet mignon to his his dogs in the hope that once AI takes over he will be treated in the same regard. He also thinks it's his profound duty to usher in the next major wave of human development on earth: i.e. handing over to artificial intelligence. This is one of the guys who holds a major key our collective future, almost without any oversight. If that doesn't give you goose-bumps, you're basically foie gras already. Stuff like this thread is just an easy distraction to what is really unfolding right now.

For those disparaging AI:

Is Clarry the most hated player from our current crop? We need some better [censored]-stirrers.

But Jordan wears lady's reading glasses. Loved by all.

I meant to say Gary Moorcroft . . . dammit.

I should have written toasted sandwiches.

Raising poles, beltings, taking the reins and not leaving other cheers squads in a bind (won't mention raffling giant head): this thread has some serious double-entendre S&MFC vibes going on WCW. The very best and worst of times?

This is like suggesting the Queen of England fly on AirAsia and eat ham and cheese sandwiches.

Thomas Bugg. Oh, wait.