Petition to remove ugly pink font!

[smoth]

(As a serious side note, I feel like many have a difficult time taking anything seriously if it's said in pink... it just sorta lends all of your posts a "lolol" at the end or something.)

Totally, I don't mind having a bit of humor to my posts. How can you not lol at pink... posted by mrs piggy.

[Ishach]

Its awesome, its like i get to see the same joke in every post

[tombom]

I just don't read the posts :S

you're not missing much

[rattle]

He's blind you fool.

[Ishach]

i kno dis iz a bit off topik.. bt im gay

[AF]

Pink isnt whats upsetting people, its readability. I have seen your posts on all my computer now and its a nightmare to read them on each and every one of them. I dont like reading your posts now, they hurt my eyes and take longer to read than the rest.

Whats more it is avoidable. There are other shades of pink that look similair but much more readable, even that shade is more readable when in bold.

[rattle]

CTLR+A makes text readable too.

[Guessmyname]

Pink isnt whats upsetting people, its readability. I have seen your posts on all my computer now and its a nightmare to read them on each and every one of them. I dont like reading your posts now, they hurt my eyes and take longer to read than the rest.

Whats more it is avoidable. There are other shades of pink that look similair but much more readable, even that shade is more readable when in bold.

+1

[Boirunner]

I think it's a tremendous idea to do something purely because it's annoying and then complain when other people find it annoying. Maybe we should all get a funny and cool quirk like that so the forums would be ridiculously hard to read, we'd all look like idiots, but at least we'd all be really happy?

[Relative]

I think it's a tremendous idea to do something purely because it's annoying and then complain when other people find it annoying. Maybe we should all get a funny and cool quirk like that so the forums would be ridiculously hard to read, we'd all look like idiots, but at least we'd all be really happy?

I'll give you credit, it is space effective.

[Boirunner]

I think it's a tremendous idea to do something purely because it's annoying and then complain when other people find it annoying. Maybe we should all get a funny and cool quirk like that so the forums would be ridiculously hard to read, we'd all look like idiots, but at least we'd all be really happy?

I'll give you credit, it is space effective.

true... here, for example, is a really long joke


Lost in the Desert So, there├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós a man crawling through the desert. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód
decided to try his SUV in a little bit of cross-country travel, had great fun
zooming over the badlands and through the sand, got lost, hit a big rock,
and then he couldn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót get it started again. There were no cell
phone towers anywhere near, so his cell phone was useless. He had no
family, his parents had died a few years before in an auto accident, and
his few

friends had no idea he was out here.

He stayed with the car for a day or so, but his one bottle of water ran out
and he was getting thirsty. He thought maybe he knew the direction back, now
that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód paid attention to the sun and thought he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód figured out which way
was north, so he decided to start walking. He figured he only had to go
about 30 miles or so and he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód be back to the small town he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód gotten gas in
last.

He thinks about walking at night to avoid the heat and sun, but based upon
how dark it actually was the night before, and given that he has no
flashlight, he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós afraid that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll break a leg or step on a rattlesnake. So,
he puts on some sun block, puts the rest in his pocket for reapplication
later, brings an umbrella he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód had in the back of the SUV with him to give
him a little shade, pours the windshield wiper fluid into his water bottle
in case he gets that desperate, brings his pocket knife in case he finds a
cactus that looks like it might have water in it, and heads out in the
direction he thinks is right.

He walks for the entire day. By the end of the day he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós really thirsty. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós
been sweating all day, and his lips are starting to crack. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós reapplied
the sunblock twice, and tried to stay under the umbrella, but he still feels
sunburned. The windshield wiper fluid sloshing in the bottle in his pocket
is really getting tempting now. He knows that it├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós mainly water and some
ethanol and coloring, but he also knows that they add some kind of poison to
it to keep people from drinking it. He wonders what the poison is, and
whether the poison would be worse than dying of thirst.

He pushes on, trying to get to that small town before dark.

By the end of the day he starts getting worried. He figures he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós been
walking at least 3 miles an hour, according to his watch for over 10 hours.
That means that if his estimate was right that he should be close to the
town. But he doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót recognize any of this. He had to cross a dry creek bed
a mile or two back, and he doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót remember coming through it in the SUV. He
figures that maybe he got his direction off just a little and that the dry
creek bed was just off to one side of his path. He tells himself that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós
close, and that after dark he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll start seeing the town lights over one of
these hills, and that├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll be all he needs.

As it gets dim enough that he starts stumbling over small rocks and things,
he finds a spot and sits down to wait for full dark and the town lights.

Full dark comes before he knows it. He must have dozed off. He stands back
up and turns all the way around. He sees nothing but stars.

He wakes up the next morning feeling absolutely lousy. His eyes are gummy
and his mouth and nose feel like they├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óre full of sand. He so thirsty that he
can├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót even swallow. He barely got any sleep because it was so cold. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód
forgotten how cold it got at night in the desert and hadn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót noticed it the
night before because he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód been in his car.

He knows the Rule of Threes - three minutes without air, three days without
water, three weeks without food - then you die. Some people can make it a
little longer, in the best situations. But the desert heat and having to
walk and sweat isn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót the best situation to be without water. He figures,
unless he finds water, this is his last day.

He rinses his mouth out with a little of the windshield wiper fluid. He
waits a while after spitting that little bit out, to see if his mouth goes
numb, or he feels dizzy or something. Has his mouth gone numb? Is it just in
his mind? He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós not sure. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll go a little farther, and if he still doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót
find water, he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll try drinking some of the fluid.

Then he has to face his next, harder question - which way does he go from
here? Does he keep walking the same way he was yesterday (assuming that he
still knows which way that is), or does he try a new direction? He has no
idea what to do.

Looking at the hills and dunes around him, he thinks he knows the direction
he was heading before. Just going by a feeling, he points himself somewhat
to the left of that, and starts walking.

As he walks, the day starts heating up. The desert, too cold just a couple
of hours before, soon becomes an oven again. He sweats a little at first,
and then stops. He starts getting worried at that - when you stop sweating
he knows that means you├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óre in trouble - usually right before heat stroke.

He decides that it├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós time to try the windshield wiper fluid. He can├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót wait
any longer - if he passes out, he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós dead. He stops in the shade of a large
rock, takes the bottle out, opens it, and takes a mouthful. He slowly
swallows it, making it last as long as he can. It feels so good in his dry
and cracked throat that he doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót even care about the nasty taste. He takes
another mouthful, and makes it last too. Slowly, he drinks half the bottle.
He figures that since he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós drinking it, he might as well drink enough to
make some difference and keep himself from passing out.

He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós quit worrying about the denaturing of the wiper fluid. If it kills him,
it kills him - if he didn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót drink it, he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód die anyway. Besides, he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós pretty
sure that whatever substance they denature the fluid with is just designed
to make you sick - their way of keeping winos from buying cheap wiper fluid
for the ethanol content. He can handle throwing up, if it comes to that.

He walks. He walks in the hot, dry, windless desert. Sand, rocks, hills,
dunes, the occasional scrawny cactus or dried bush. No sign of water.
Sometimes he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll see a little movement to one side or the other, but whatever
moved is usually gone before he can focus his eyes on it. Probably birds,
lizards, or mice. Maybe snakes, though they usually move more at night. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós
careful to stay away from the movements.

After a while, he begins to stagger. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós not sure if it├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós fatigue, heat
stroke finally catching him, or maybe he was wrong and the denaturing of the
wiper fluid was worse than he thought. He tries to steady himself, and keep
going.

After more walking, he comes to a large stretch of sand. This is good! He
knows he passed over a stretch of sand in the SUV - he remembers doing
donuts in it. Or at least he thinks he remembers it - he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós getting woozy
enough and tired enough that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós not sure what he remembers any more or if
he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós hallucinating. But he thinks he remembers it. So he heads off into it,
trying to get to the other side, hoping that it gets him closer to the town.

He was heading for a town, wasn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót he? He thinks he was. He isn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót sure any
more. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós not even sure how long he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós been walking any more. Is it still
morning? Or has it moved into afternoon and the sun is going down again? It
must be afternoon - it seems like it├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós been too long since he started out.

He walks through the sand.

After a while, he comes to a big dune in the sand. This is bad. He doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót
remember any dunes when driving over the sand in his SUV. Or at least he
doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót think he remembers any. This is bad.

But, he has no other direction to go. Too late to turn back now. He figures
that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll get to the top of the dune and see if he can see anything from
there that helps him find the town. He keeps going up the dune.

Halfway up, he slips in the bad footing of the sand for the second or third
time, and falls to his knees. He doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót feel like getting back up - he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll
just fall down again. So, he keeps going up the dune on his hand and knees.

While crawling, if his throat weren├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót so dry, he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód laugh. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós finally
gotten to the hackneyed image of a man lost in the desert - crawling through
the sand on his hands and knees. If would be the perfect image, he imagines,
if only his clothes were more ragged. The people crawling through the desert
in the cartoons always had ragged clothes. But his have lasted without any
rips so far. Somebody will probably find his dessicated corpse half buried
in the sand years from now, and his clothes will still be in fine shape -
shake the sand out, and a good wash, and they├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód be wearable again. He wishes
his throat were wet enough to laugh. He coughs a little instead, and it
hurts.

He finally makes it to the top of the sand dune. Now that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós at the top,
he struggles a little, but manages to stand up and look around. All he sees
is sand. Sand, and more sand. Behind him, about a mile away, he thinks he
sees the rocky ground he left to head into this sand. Ahead of him, more
dunes, more sand. This isn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót where he drove his SUV. This is Hell. Or close
enough.

Again, he doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót know what to do. He decides to drink the rest of the wiper
fluid while figuring it out. He takes out the bottle, and is removing the
cap, when he glances to the side and sees something. Something in the sand.
At the bottom of the dune, off to the side, he sees something strange. It├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós
a flat area, in the sand. He stops taking the cap of the bottle off, and
tries to look closer. The area seems to be circular. And it├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós dark - darker
than the sand. And, there seems to be something in the middle of it, but he
can├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót tell what it is. He looks as hard as he can, and still can tell from
here. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós going to have to go down there and look.

He puts the bottle back in his pocket, and starts to stumble down the dune.
After a few steps, he realizes that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós in trouble - he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós not going to be
able to keep his balance. After a couple of more sliding, tottering steps,
he falls and starts to roll down the dune. The sand it so hot when his body
hits it that for a minute he thinks he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós caught fire on the way down - like
a movie car wreck flashing into flames as it goes over the cliff, before it
ever even hits the ground. He closes his eyes and mouth, covers his face
with his hands, and waits to stop rolling.

He stops, at the bottom of the dune. After a minute or two, he finds enough
energy to try to sit up and get the sand out of his face and clothes. When
he clears his eyes enough, he looks around to make sure that the dark spot
in the sand it still there and he hadn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót just imagined it.

So, seeing the large, flat, dark spot on the sand is still there, he begins
to crawl towards it. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód get up and walk towards it, but he doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót seem to
have the energy to get up and walk right now. He must be in the final stages
of dehydration he figures, as he crawls. If this place in the sand doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót
have water, he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll likely never make it anywhere else. This is his last
chance.

He gets closer and closer, but still can├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót see what├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós in the middle of the
dark area. His eyes won├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót quite focus any more for some reason. And lifting
his head up to look takes so much effort that he gives up trying. He just
keeps crawling.

Finally, he reaches the area he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ód seen from the dune. It takes him a minute
of crawling on it before he realizes that he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós no longer on sand - he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós now
crawling on some kind of dark stone. Stone with some kind of marking on it -
a pattern cut into the stone. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós too tired to stand up and try to see what
the pattern is - so he just keeps crawling. He crawls towards the center,
where his blurry eyes still see something in the middle of the dark stone
area.

His mind, detached in a strange way, notes that either his hands and knees
are so burnt by the sand that they no longer feel pain, or that this dark
stone, in the middle of a burning desert with a pounding, punishing sun
overhead, doesn├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ót seem to be hot. It almost feels cool. He considers lying
down on the nice cool surface.

Cool, dark stone. Not a good sign. He must be hallucinating this. He├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós
probably in the middle of a patch of sand, already lying face down and
dying, and just imagining this whole thing. A desert mirage. Soon the
beautiful women carrying pitchers of water will come up and start giving him
a drink. Then he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬óll know he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós gone.

He decides against laying down on the cool stone. If he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós going to die here
in the middle of this hallucination, he at least wants to see what├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós in the
center before he goes. He keeps crawling.

It├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós the third time that he hears the voice before he realizes what he├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├óÔÇ×┬ós
hearing. He would swear that someone just said, ├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼├àÔÇ£Greetings, traveler. You do
not look well. Do you hear me?├â┬ó├óÔÇÜ┬¼

[rattle]

What a weird color boirunner.

[Decimator]

Won't disagree about the pink. I don't even bother trying to read it most of the time because it's too difficult.

[Sheekel]

"YES" is clearly the winner here...

[Foxomaniac]

[11:36:59 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> oi
[11:37:01 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> that wasn't a long joke
[11:37:09 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> haha you read it?
[11:37:12 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> that was more like a different take on the usual genie-helps-lost-desert traveler
[11:37:13 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> yes, I read it
[11:37:14 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]>
[11:37:17 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> hahahaha
[11:37:19 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> cool :D
[11:37:23 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> I must say though
[11:37:25 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> it's fairly interesting
[11:37:29 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> i love the punchline
[11:37:34 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> word
[11:37:37 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> wait
[11:37:39 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> where's the punchline
[11:37:40 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> ;p
[11:37:42 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> it works better as a story than as a joke
[11:37:50 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> where's the punchline
[11:37:51 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> where's the punchline
[11:37:51 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> where's the punchline
[11:37:57 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> wait
[11:38:20 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> BETTER NATE THAN LEVER
[11:38:21 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> BETTER NATE THAN LEVER
[11:38:21 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> BETTER NATE THAN LEVER
[11:38:27 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> I don't get it
[11:38:27 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> geddit?
[11:38:28 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> :/
[11:38:34 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> nate is the guy
[11:38:40 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> nate is the snake
[11:38:43 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> and a standing expression is
[11:38:46 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> better late than never
[11:38:50 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> NATE THAN LEVER
[11:38:52 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> rofls
[11:38:53 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]>
[11:38:57 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <[Anti_Meep]Fox[neeb]> not funny though.
[11:38:59 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> hehe
[11:39:01 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> i know
[11:39:07 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> its not funny at all
[11:39:08 ├âÔäó├óÔé¼┬ª] <pirate_sandwich> thats why i love it


B& pls.

[PicassoCT]

i kno dis iz a bit off topik.. bt im gay

Me is having something against Ghays..
Not always,,, it is just, i had a good friend - and all of the sudden hurray, i am living on the other side of the River now.. Me said it is okay. But i will remain hetero - and we are just friends.

Worked good for a Month, then started to behave strange, thinking it will only needs "convincing talk" to change sexual orientation...
Friendship over!


Gays are good artists, but me will ignore them - however they try to come out... just be cruel and ignore even the most obvieous attempts! Gay & Heteros is collision! This Time even serious ...

[rattle]

All he wanted was some love... and you drove him away. That and you're prejudicing artists and faggots.

[Fanger]

im not sure I care..

Wait I made a post

O SHI....

[zwzsg]

I suggest maybe a darker shade of pink, like this.

Truth. I can stand the pinkness, but the lightness makes it hard on the eye.

[Felix the Cat]

Pink isnt whats upsetting people, its readability. I have seen your posts on all my computer now and its a nightmare to read them on each and every one of them. I dont like reading your posts now, they hurt my eyes and take longer to read than the rest.

Whats more it is avoidable. There are other shades of pink that look similair but much more readable, even that shade is more readable when in bold.

HAI MY NAME AF I HAEV NO SESNE OF UHMOR K