MY NAME IS MR PIE!!!
Head to TheSimpliFire's Chatroom! = Come, lad! Hot spirit of math is here!
Anagrams never lie. If you like math, head to the chatroom!
For Puzzling.SE: I often say "DVLn" a lot. Meaning:
DVLn = I have reached my daily voting limit and can vote again in n hours from now.
And hereafter, I will post a riddle of mine every Sunday :)
My posted puzzles that are not mine:
Anagram of the Year
Sonnet No. Twenty-Seven by William Shakespeare Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see; Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night), Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind. For thee, and for myself, no quiet find. = Why I Behold We Might Simply Never Shy Away In ev'ry flower, I gaze upon thy face, The canvas to my awe and admiration, Yet I know mine's a shredded shy disgrace (Wherein it should be blinded from creation). My heart propels warm beams of joy to thee, That in my mind of thee to think makes gold; But features grotesque and reptilian be Upon myself (like that on dragons old). Why, to hobgoblins do my ears belong: They strike and spike the sky with awful line! Most birds I seek end next their downwind songs, When they review these piggish marks of mine; Though, ugliness aside, I humbly be This jolly man by warmly tending thee.