I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh. I have been called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the world goes dim and cold. I am hero. She has been nameless since our birth, a constant adversary caring for nothing but my ruin, a sword drenched in my blood forever, my greatest and only love. She is the dark. O Lethe, enemy and lover, without whom my very existence would be pathetic and vulgar! Our relationship is complex and perhaps eternal. We met once in the garden at the beginning of the world and, unaware of our twin destinies, we matched stares across a dry fountain. And I recall her smiling at me before she devoured the lawn and trees with a translucent blue flame and tore flagstones from the path and hurled them into the sky, screaming my sins. I powder a granite monument in a soundless flash, showering the grass with molten drops of its gold inlay, sending smoking chips of stone skipping into the fog. She splinters an ancient oak with a force that takes my breath and hurls me to the ground. She lea% [leaves?]
Today, I am in mourning for the golden toaster; the windows and wall-patterns of which have been a joy to my eyes my whole life. I loved that golden toaster; and it's still there, but knowing what's going to happen to it is just awful.
I mean this completely seriously. No silliness here.
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 can't remember if I've mentioned this before, but
My sister dyed her hair purple
I tried to convince her to add a pink stripe but she won't go for it :P
It's going to be made into a parking lot for an old university; because the church sold the grounds to the university and the university is apparently in dire need of parking space.
Look, when I walk every day to that university, I want to see my beautiful building (not mine, but I take ownership of it because I'm the only person that loves it) with its odd angles; strange color; and blue-and-sandstone bricks making up a pattern on the wall facing westward that I just can't really describe (it's good for climbing); and its odd hexagonal windows that look transparent at some distances, opaque at others, translucent from close; and reflective at even other distances; only glass like that that I've ever seen. I want to be able to climb up that one peach tree and get to the inconsistently slanted gold-colored roof and just see the view and maybe climb up the crooked steeple that gets struck by lightning all the time. Me and the magpies, just seeing the view.
I mean, it's not the church that I go to or anything (if anyone so much as broke a coat-hanger in there, I'd be heartbroken; I love every tile in every roof of every room of that building); but still.
I don't want to see a parking lot where my golden toaster used to be.
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, the "golden toaster" is a church!
I'm sorry to hear that, Aliroz. It's always a shame when a favorite landmark gets taken away. :(
I don't care; it's so neat to be able to climb up a three-octave piano and squeeze through a hole in the ceiling to get to the inside of the big old organ; or to climb up a bookcase and squeeze through a hole where the light is supposed to be and go through the attic.
At least I was allowed to take all of the damaged old books home over the years of my life without anyone complaining. I think the nonexistent crew that was supposed to keep the place in repair wouldn't have minded if they actually existed as more than an excuse to avoid hazardous building regulations. If anyone asks; I never saw them; especially the out-of-print ones with half the pages missing. And I certainly didn't carefully tear out a page from many books, take them home; and carefully glue it back in so I could say that it was damaged; but not really hurt it.
What's wrong with slanted walls and slanted floors? I can let go of toys in there and watch them scoot down on their own; and I can kind of lean on the walls in a way that looks kind of gravity-defying.
I mean, through another hole in the basement, I can get into the sewage system of my home valley; and, if I could hold my breath long enough and ignore the smell; find a sewage grate and maybe climb out and now I'll never be able to try it. Five year old me knew that it was stupid not to risk drowning just for the small possibility of finding an underground route to anywhere in the city.
Now I'll have to find a different passageway into the sewer if I want to see if there are really alligators down there.
It looks like a toaster that has been run over by a train.
No, seriously, before the internet; it was a thing in some newspapers in my valley years and years ago to have photographs of two things that looked alike; like a close up of someone's dishwater hair; and a field of wheat. Or a mountain and a rock that was the same shape as the aforementioned mountain if you looked at it from the right angle. Or a big tree and several twigs tied together and put in the ground. Well; someone took a picture of the building and a picture of a toaster that someone had left on the train tracks (and said toaster got ran over by the train); got it at the right angle; and it looked just alike.
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."
Being that only a highly qualified person can obtain a tiger or lion, you shouldn’t have any worries and go about your life and not worry about the huge tiger or lion in your neighbor’s yard.
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'm still not sure what I want to be when I grow up, and I'm almost 75% of the way to my Bachelor's degree.
Maybe I should follow CA's lead and get a private career counselor.
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
time feels like it's moving exceptionally slowly for me today
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."
Time feels like it's been moving exceptionally quickly for me lately. I can't believe I'm already almost done with week 9 out of 16 this semester.
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
Man, I miss the summertime.
I was working a paid internship and I was obsessed with The Powerpuff Girls and I was experiencing Gravity Falls for the first time and I bought myself a Nexus 7 and it was the coolest thing ever
In contrast, the past three months have been spent doing little of note aside from occasionally spending a day walking around some part of the city taking pictures, and even that I can only do when the weather and gas prices cooperate
I keep waiting for something to come along and give me inspiration to do something that feels "worthwhile" as opposed to just sitting on my ass all day whining about how I sleep irregular hours...but I'm not sure what that thing is.
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've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
I dunno, Oak Hill couldn't come up with something like "Four Points Media Group" (Cerberus Capital Management) or "Newport Television" (Providence Equity Partners)
Also, frustratingly, the licensee name for KDVR is "Community Television of Colorado, LLC," this being a boilerplate name used for several of Local TV's other stations (which include several of KDVR's fellow ex-Fox O&Os).
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."
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've got me thinking of the Bell Operating Companies and how their d.b.a. names tend to be the name of the conglomerate that owns them plus the market they serve.
For instance, AT&T Ohio is legally The Ohio Bell Telephone Company. Up until 1993 they were branded as Ohio Bell, but in '93 they started doing business as Ameritech Ohio. As the years went on, this became SBC Ameritech Ohio, then SBC Ohio, then AT&T Ohio, but as far as I know the legal name is still Ohio Bell.
Around here, the local Bell was the Chesapeake and Potomac Telephone Company of Virginia, and they even advertised as such well into the Bell Atlantic era. Unless you were in Prince William County or certain parts of Fairfax; then you were on Continental and were also long-distance. :P A lot of people who served both PWC/Southern Fairfax and inside the Beltway had "Lorton Metro" numbers for that reason.
Now, everything is Verizon, though the ex-Contel regions (i.e. "where I am") are Verizon South, and I forget what the ex-C&P regions do business as.
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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
Well, yeah, but what's the price? You don't get milk with your PB&J that day or something?
Wasn't great nor terrible, which proves disadvantageous considering its (f)artsy, pretentious tone and Oscar Bait tendencies. The actors did a pretty good job but the story itself, barring one of its 3 layers, ultimately proved to spread itself too thin, making the end of the whole thing a bit of an anticlimax. A shame, too, because in capable hands the plots could actually work.
Best part of the movie was the story-within-the-story-within-the-story that drove the rest of the story-within-the-story's plot. I wish this were an exaggeration, but it isn't.
also one more thing that irked me about the movie: Why did they feel the need to put a framing device over one story that already by its nature consisted of two? I love me some Olivia Wilde and Dennis Quaid wasn't bad but their roles as glorified narration for the other two stories seemed extraneous.
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I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh.
I have been called a hundred names and will be called a
thousand more before the world goes dim and cold.
I am hero. She has been nameless since our birth,
a constant adversary caring for nothing but my ruin,
a sword drenched in my blood forever, my greatest and
only love. She is the dark. O Lethe, enemy and lover, without
whom my very existence would be pathetic and vulgar!
Our relationship is complex and perhaps eternal.
We met once in the garden at the beginning of the world
and, unaware of our twin destinies, we matched stares
across a dry fountain. And I recall her smiling at me before
she devoured the lawn and trees with a translucent blue flame
and tore flagstones from the path and hurled them into the
sky, screaming my sins. I powder a granite monument in a
soundless flash, showering the grass with molten drops of
its gold inlay, sending smoking chips of stone
skipping into the fog. She splinters an ancient oak
with a force that takes my breath and hurls me to the ground.
She lea% [leaves?]
I mean this completely seriously. No silliness here.
It's going to be made into a parking lot for an old university; because the church sold the grounds to the university and the university is apparently in dire need of parking space.
Look, when I walk every day to that university, I want to see my beautiful building (not mine, but I take ownership of it because I'm the only person that loves it) with its odd angles; strange color; and blue-and-sandstone bricks making up a pattern on the wall facing westward that I just can't really describe (it's good for climbing); and its odd hexagonal windows that look transparent at some distances, opaque at others, translucent from close; and reflective at even other distances; only glass like that that I've ever seen. I want to be able to climb up that one peach tree and get to the inconsistently slanted gold-colored roof and just see the view and maybe climb up the crooked steeple that gets struck by lightning all the time. Me and the magpies, just seeing the view.
I mean, it's not the church that I go to or anything (if anyone so much as broke a coat-hanger in there, I'd be heartbroken; I love every tile in every roof of every room of that building); but still.
I don't want to see a parking lot where my golden toaster used to be.
the rocket
I don't care; it's so neat to be able to climb up a three-octave piano and squeeze through a hole in the ceiling to get to the inside of the big old organ; or to climb up a bookcase and squeeze through a hole where the light is supposed to be and go through the attic.
At least I was allowed to take all of the damaged old books home over the years of my life without anyone complaining. I think the nonexistent crew that was supposed to keep the place in repair wouldn't have minded if they actually existed as more than an excuse to avoid hazardous building regulations. If anyone asks; I never saw them; especially the out-of-print ones with half the pages missing. And I certainly didn't carefully tear out a page from many books, take them home; and carefully glue it back in so I could say that it was damaged; but not really hurt it.
What's wrong with slanted walls and slanted floors? I can let go of toys in there and watch them scoot down on their own; and I can kind of lean on the walls in a way that looks kind of gravity-defying.
I mean, through another hole in the basement, I can get into the sewage system of my home valley; and, if I could hold my breath long enough and ignore the smell; find a sewage grate and maybe climb out and now I'll never be able to try it. Five year old me knew that it was stupid not to risk drowning just for the small possibility of finding an underground route to anywhere in the city.
Now I'll have to find a different passageway into the sewer if I want to see if there are really alligators down there.
It looks like a toaster that has been run over by a train.
No, seriously, before the internet; it was a thing in some newspapers in my valley years and years ago to have photographs of two things that looked alike; like a close up of someone's dishwater hair; and a field of wheat. Or a mountain and a rock that was the same shape as the aforementioned mountain if you looked at it from the right angle. Or a big tree and several twigs tied together and put in the ground. Well; someone took a picture of the building and a picture of a toaster that someone had left on the train tracks (and said toaster got ran over by the train); got it at the right angle; and it looked just alike.
Ever since; it's been called the Golden Toaster.
bluh
Wasn't great nor terrible, which proves disadvantageous considering its (f)artsy, pretentious tone and Oscar Bait tendencies. The actors did a pretty good job but the story itself, barring one of its 3 layers, ultimately proved to spread itself too thin, making the end of the whole thing a bit of an anticlimax. A shame, too, because in capable hands the plots could actually work.
Best part of the movie was the story-within-the-story-within-the-story that drove the rest of the story-within-the-story's plot. I wish this were an exaggeration, but it isn't.
also one more thing that irked me about the movie: Why did they feel the need to put a framing device over one story that already by its nature consisted of two? I love me some Olivia Wilde and Dennis Quaid wasn't bad but their roles as glorified narration for the other two stories seemed extraneous.