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
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
JZ: The second Tuesday of every month, Microsoft releases a load of patches for all their stuff. They call it "Patch Tuesday", but usually it's late enough in the day that the "must restart now" frustration comes on Wednesday.
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
You know what's hilarious in retrospect? All the toy pickup trucks I had as a kid that had bright neon yellow and green and pink all over them.
Let's take something stereotypically masculine, like a pickup truck, and slather it in the most flamboyant colors we can think of!
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
Oh, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it. It's just amusing that there was a time when covering toy trucks with sparkly bright glitter was the norm.
For some reason a lot of my Hot Wheels in the '90s had glitter on them. I never did understand that; I always preferred the 2000s ones that looked like actual car finishes.
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
So with the switch to semesters our student parking passes cost $35 instead of $25.
My first inclination was to complain about this, but then I realized that $35 (Autumn) + $35 (Spring) is only $70, whereas $25 (Autumn) + $25 (Winter) + $25 (Spring) is $75 for the same amount of weeks.
So, oddly, this is the one area where they've used the semester switch to give us a break, whereas everything else costs more than under quarters.
I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
I feel that I should know more about 1990s "cool" graphic design, aside from the popularity of certain Emigre typefaces (e.g. Template Gothic, Dead History).
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
This much I'm certain of: it doesn't happen immediately. You'll finish and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe a year, maybe even several years. You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how. You'll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place
You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep.
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
Where now? Who now? When now? Unquestioning. I, say I. Unbelieving. Questions, hypotheses, call them that. Keep going, going on, call that going, call that on.
(Can it be that one day, off it goes on, that one day I simply stayed in, in where, instead of going out, in the old way, out to spend a day and night as far away as possible, it wasn't far. Perhaps that is how it began. You think you are simply resting, the better to act when the time comes, or for no reason, and you soon find yourself powerless ever to do anything again. No matter how it happened. It, say it, not knowing what?)
...I shall not be alone, in the beginning. I am of course alone. Alone. That is soon said. Things have to be soon said. And how can one be sure, in such darkness?
Where now? Who now? When now? Unquestioning. I, say I. Unbelieving. Questions, hypotheses, call them that. Keep going, going on, call that going, call that on.
(Can it be that one day, off it goes on, that one day I simply stayed in, in where, instead of going out, in the old way, out to spend a day and night as far away as possible, it wasn't far. Perhaps that is how it began. You think you are simply resting, the better to act when the time comes, or for no reason, and you soon find yourself powerless ever to do anything again. No matter how it happened. It, say it, not knowing what?)
...I shall not be alone, in the beginning. I am of course alone. Alone. That is soon said. Things have to be soon said. And how can one be sure, in such darkness?
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 can't really help you out too much, but I used to have a Toshiba laptop and my current one is an ASUS. They both worked pretty well.
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
But every decade had terrorism, so they cancel each other out
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
Unless I misread that and you were saying PPG had terrorism, which, given the actions of some of the villains I guess I'd have to agree.
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
For some reason I have vivid memories of 3rd grade...whenever we'd have indoor recess (usually because it was raining) the teacher would turn on the classroom TV and try to turn it to "the Cartoon Network"--she always included the article for some reason--and she'd spend like 5 minutes flipping through all the cable channels before we told her she'd found the right one.
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
Alright, I have a chance to get a shiny new laptop, but I have to decide on what brand I want in a matter of hours.
Any advice would be appreciated.
My current and previous laptops are both Asus. It's a good brand.
Yeah, my current laptop's an Asus. Thinking of going outside the brand though. There's this Dell laptop that I found with similar specs and a better battery life. It's also lighter than this Heavy Lourde of a laptop I have now.
Yarr: Yeah, I can see wanting something lighter. My current one is a bit heavy, but not too bad. The previous one was a monster. I'd get backaches even if it was the only thing in my bag. That what I get for taking my brother's old compy.
I honestly believe that the only sane people who would vote for Romney don't know anything about him.
There's the fact that Massachusetts made him governor, and this is probably the most left-wing state in the entire union which gave us the Kennedys, that idiot Kerry, and Dukakis. Maybe it was his lack of scandals that the three mentioned before were completely wallowed in
I honestly believe that the only sane people who would vote for Romney don't know anything about him.
There's the fact that Massachusetts made him governor, and this is probably the most left-wing state in the entire union which gave us the Kennedys, that idiot Kerry, and Dukakis. Maybe it was his lack of scandals that the three mentioned before were completely wallowed in
As far as I know, the Romneybot 2012 purged all Liberalism out of its system when it ran the appeal to the base sub-routine in 2011.
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Is there such thing as a comfortable And I Must Scream situation?
If so, I have been in it.
Also, are you going to go back to your real account? You can, you know.
and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe
a year, maybe even several years. You'll be sick or feeling troubled or
deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time
in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can
trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to
be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you
believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on
all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize
it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only
dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how. You'll have
forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place
You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again.
Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent
magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no
longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and
you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in
vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed
sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay.
It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to
sleep.
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or
on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll
watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll
stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by
piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or
unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist,
though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've
got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be,
what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we
all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmares will begin.
And covered up poetry.
And so the snow fell
And covered up cities like bags of leaves.
And so the snow fell
and covered up an architectrure.
And so the snow fell
and covered our friends.
And so the snow fell
and covered up one red orange sexual flower.
And so the snow fell
and covered the clear watertowers, the windows and the doors.
And so the snow fell
and covered up the fire and a house within.
And so the snow fell
and fell on their fallen trees.
And oh the snow fell
And covered up the photographs of snow.
And so the snow fell
And covered up even passing clouds.
Questions, hypotheses, call them that. Keep going, going on, call
that going, call that on.
(Can it be that one day, off it goes on, that one day I simply stayed
in, in where, instead of going out, in the old way, out to spend a day
and night as far away as possible, it wasn't far. Perhaps that is how
it began. You think you are simply resting, the better to act when the
time comes, or for no reason, and you soon find yourself powerless ever
to do anything again. No matter how it happened. It, say it, not
knowing what?)
...I shall not be alone, in the beginning. I am of course alone.
Alone. That is soon said. Things have to be soon said. And how can
one be sure, in such darkness?
Questions, hypotheses, call them that. Keep going, going on, call
that going, call that on.
(Can it be that one day, off it goes on, that one day I simply stayed
in, in where, instead of going out, in the old way, out to spend a day
and night as far away as possible, it wasn't far. Perhaps that is how
it began. You think you are simply resting, the better to act when the
time comes, or for no reason, and you soon find yourself powerless ever
to do anything again. No matter how it happened. It, say it, not
knowing what?)
...I shall not be alone, in the beginning. I am of course alone.
Alone. That is soon said. Things have to be soon said. And how can
one be sure, in such darkness?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Any advice would be appreciated.
^
No, I was talking about growing up in the 90's
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
This bassline slaps a big huge smile on my face.
500% better than the original.