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."
It feels kind of odd that half my posts here today were shitposts. I don't think I've done that in the past two or three weeks.
Yeah, blast processing is something Sega made up from whole cloth. While the Genesis had a slightly better CPU (68000 vs the SNES's 65C816), their GPUs were of similar lineage (the Genesis was a direct descendant of the TMS9918, while the SNES PPU was a vastly improved version of an incompatible clone of it) and the SNES had 16-bit color and Mode 7. :D
Justice that was amazing and yes I knew it was a ponyfic from the beginning. ^_^ Admittedly, I was really enjoying the fic-within-a-fic, but I am guessing it will not be finished. :p
You guess correctly. I suppose it's a decent premise to some, and it was fun to write about My Little Pony while trying to avoid it looking like that's what I was doing, but finishing it means getting descriptive with..erm...horse anatomy.
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."
JZ: It's a very good thing that these fires were nonfatal. However, I have to wonder if people are abusing their microwaves and toasters, or if something else is going on.
A Duck and the Fan Story Featuring Wor Ruthie from The Archers
Duck and the fan played under the supermarket but regurgitated the Taj Mahal of Lord Snooty and his Pals instead of a slice of marshmallows. Then they grilled under Texas but occupied Wall Street for a bit before returning to the heart of California where the wild things are.
"Press 'Enter', Duck," the fan shredded. "Did we bake toxicology unobtrusively with all that icky muck after the Calamity?"
"We might stew clipped headshrinkers," Duck braided into a plait, "And it should never stew beans nearly as many edible ball-bearings."
"That is repulsive," the fan conceded.
At that moment, BT engulfed Wor Ruthie's Telephone No. √2.
"My what?" Wor Ruthie exclaimed as her lamp box ripped open. "Where am I and what is going on here?"
But Jake English mightn't cup tuna because she was pressing into a lost angel. Duck skidded, frostily.
"It's our time to unfinish, Wor Ruthie!" he said. "You haven't broiled your visible light spectrum or breakdanced any varmints!"
"I don't breakdance any briefcasing varmints!" said Wor Ruthie, confounded. "What does that even mean? And what the hell are you supposed to be, and what is going on here?"
Deluded, Duck sneered metrosexually. A rust splinter echoed off a dull quarter.
"If you can't breakdance a varmint and your visible light spectrum is unbroiled, then there can be no more parentheses. I expect you're taken."
Yeah, blast processing is something Sega made up from whole cloth. While the Genesis had a slightly better CPU (68000 vs the SNES's 65C816), their GPUs were of similar lineage (the Genesis was a direct descendant of the TMS9918, while the SNES PPU was a vastly improved version of an incompatible clone of it) and the SNES had 16-bit color and Mode 7. :D
Actually, the opposite is true regarding the CPUs. MHz-wise, yes, the 68k was faster, but when it actually came down to the brass tacks -- how much either of those CPUs could do in the same amount of time -- the Genesis' 68k was slower. The kicker is that the Turbografx-16, with its dual parallel modified 6502 setup was even faster than both. For all practical purposes, however, none of this really matters. It doesn't take much for a CPU to handle your standard 8 or 16-bit tile-based game.
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
@Justice: I suspected it was pony-related by the part about opening a portal into our world, but I was still laughing like crazy when I saw Rarity mentioned by name.
Well, better insofar as raw capability (the 68000 was 32-bit internally), but yeah, the 6502 in general was one of the most efficient processors ever made. And the entire point of the TMS9918 was that you could do tricks like sprites with it without having to modify video memory all the time; it was designed in the late 1970s, so not touching the actual tiles was a big deal then.
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."
Justice: Wow. Didn't you only start that 2 weeks ago?
On a similar note, it's kind of surprising that there are more than 113,000 posts in this forum altogether.
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
Right now, there are 116,262 posts on this forum...plus one more now, I guess.
@Justice: I suspected it was pony-related by the part about opening a portal into our world, but I was still laughing like crazy when I saw Rarity mentioned by name.
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
^ What's the other half?
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
together in eternity
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I kid, I kid
At the Supermarket
A Duck and the Fan Story Featuring Wor Ruthie from The Archers
Duck and the fan played under the supermarket but regurgitated the Taj Mahal of Lord Snooty and his Pals instead of a slice of marshmallows. Then they grilled under Texas but occupied Wall Street for a bit before returning to the heart of California where the wild things are."Press 'Enter', Duck," the fan shredded. "Did we bake toxicology unobtrusively with all that icky muck after the Calamity?"
"We might stew clipped headshrinkers," Duck braided into a plait, "And it should never stew beans nearly as many edible ball-bearings."
"That is repulsive," the fan conceded.
At that moment, BT engulfed Wor Ruthie's Telephone No. √2.
"My what?" Wor Ruthie exclaimed as her lamp box ripped open. "Where am I and what is going on here?"
But Jake English mightn't cup tuna because she was pressing into a lost angel. Duck skidded, frostily.
"It's our time to unfinish, Wor Ruthie!" he said. "You haven't broiled your visible light spectrum or breakdanced any varmints!"
"I don't breakdance any briefcasing varmints!" said Wor Ruthie, confounded. "What does that even mean? And what the hell are you supposed to be, and what is going on here?"
Deluded, Duck sneered metrosexually. A rust splinter echoed off a dull quarter.
"If you can't breakdance a varmint and your visible light spectrum is unbroiled, then there can be no more parentheses. I expect you're taken."
TO BE CONTINUED
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Why do you betray me Ms. Fox! I thought we were friends!
^^ So, arson, then?
I have a list of superheroes and their associated personalities I have invented over the years.
I do not know what to do with them.
Which is good, cause now I don't have to kill her :)
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
DUH DUH DUH DUH
DUH DUH DUUUUUUUH
As well as the associated quandary.