You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I have an interview Thursday at the campus bookstore.
I'm rather nervous...this week can't end soon enough.
Idler: that's great. You crested the hill, essay-wise, and now you have momentum on your side, essay-wise, and it won't be long until you reach the end and get to collapse, sleepingonyourdesk-wise?
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The weather here lately has been so mild you'd think Winter Wrap-Up already happened.
I'd like to be able to say "yay, early spring this year!" but I just know that if we write off winter now we'll get hit with a blizzard in April.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I find it amusing that that episode aired on Christmas Eve.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
“Gl’Bgloyb says it was never contempt,” said her mother’s mouth. “Take the message. Gorge on the messenger. He was very impolite. When that is done We are going to take You into the tangle, Rose, and there You will grow.”
On shaky legs she made her way back to the waiting troll, schooling her features into the world’s most flimsy poker face. It hardly rated at poker. It would not have held up at Go Fish. They had let her walk away, she kept telling herself. That was enough. That had to be enough.
It wasn’t enough. Eridan saw through her dread in all of three seconds, and drew her close. He squeezed her shoulders to give her a little shake, and then another when she did not respond to this truly infinite comfort. “What’d they say?” he demanded, teeth bared and white eyes wild. He drew his wand out of his waistband, where it trembled in his clenched grey fist. “What’s goin on? Ros, what the hell is up?"
“Order’s changed,” she said, through teeth she had to clench not to chatter. “Kill me, then set off the bombs.”
His voice rose, petrified. “You’re shittin me senseless, Lalonde -- "
They were going to make her a tanglebuddy. “Kill me."
“I’d never get a head start, I’m a goner -- ”
They were going to make her a tanglebuddy. “Kill me.”
Rose Lalonde bodily shoved his wand up underneath her chin, and then a lot of things happened at once.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
My immune system stopped being in a state of emergency this morning. This is good. However, I sense that it might be starting up again. Argh.
On the plus side, I got everything ready for my first oral presentation on Thursday. It went surprisingly quickly.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
^^^, ^ I am not dead. I am half dead. I require this:
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
More seriously, by "state of emergency," I was referring to something I said last night before going to bed. I was making fun of my immune system overreacting to the recent changes in weather by giving me headaches and sinus congestion. Nothing too serious. Sorry for scaring you all.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
I haven't actually read Homestuck, though coincidentally, Sollux happens to represent my Zodiac sign.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
I now have a strange craving for a bowl of Goldfish even though I had a nice, filling lunch for National Pancake Week. Apparently, the managers of my school cafeteria are doing this to help promote Phi Delta Epsilon and/or IHOP. It wasn't exactly clear.
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Feed him to the squids
Okay, so he's an octopus, but same difference.
LOL DRUNK ENGLAND!!
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Let your fear subside.
Just stay where you are,
if there's nothing to hide.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Come. We shall teach you the way of the New Heap!