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
Actually, Clock, I'd totally believe you notice, heh.
It's just when I've asked others "am I acting weirder than usual?" the answer I tend to get is something like "not that I can see."
To those of you I left out last time My heart's full of sorrow I apologize but hey, SF I'm back with more this morrow!
Yarrunmace enjoys OFF and making lovely tunes, Section is the guy who reads music like it's runes HH is less manly without our friend McMacho We miss you babe, come back! let's bond over some good gazpacho
Jumpingzombie: Junie B and also a raccoon Cpl. F was here but won't be coming back too soon Equipment is my bad side, just ignore that jerk Security should go get him! Officer, get to work!
Charlotte is CA's 8-year-old alter ego Together with the ponies they put on quite a show I'm sorry for writing a good part of this poem about puppets, but hey, you got any better ideas? If so, SOUND THE TRUMPETS!
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."
Hey guys. I exist.
Sorry if I worried you yesterday, what with my only post being about getting sick after lunch.
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."
OF COURSE! Don't you know anything about SCIENCE?!
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Tag! You're it!
FUCK! How'd you guys find me.
You left a trial of empty hip flasks leading us here.
*Walks in with a huge pile of hip flasks and drops them on the floor*
YOU BASSTARDS! THAT WAS MY TRIAL TO FIND MY WAY BACK.
I dun TOLD Y’all!
Why would you need a trial to find your way back to the bakery?
Twilight, I take it you’ve never had to drink away the hauntin’ images of your parent’s mangled bodies because you dun murdered them to collect on the hefty lofty insurance plans you took out on them?
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Is this the end of our hero? Is that bartender really going to die out in the wilderness? Does anyone really care about that?
No.
Negative.
Nope.
Not a bit.
Uh-uh.
Hmmm…no.
*droll*
Well…Find out the answers to the questions that anypony actually cares about in the next installment of: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical Bullshit, Flanderized, Mary-Sue, Color Adventures.
"It is a matter of grave importance that Fairy tales should be respected.... Whosoever alters them to suit his own opinions, whatever they are, is guilty, to our thinking, of an act of presumption, and appropriates to himself what does not belong to him." -- Charles Dickens
Are... are you drunk on Princess Celestia cocktails?
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 don't think it's been around since the page numbers were in the 1000s, though.
Also, Justice, you accidentally called Spike a she.
“An eagle-eyed viewer might be able to see the wires. A pedant, might be able to see the wires. But I think if you’re looking at the wires you’re ignoring the story. If you go to a puppet show you can see the wires. But it’s about the puppets, it’s not about the string. If you go to a Punch & Judy show and you’re only watching the wires, you’re a freak.”
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A relation of cruel optimism exists when something you desire is actually an obstacle to your flourishing. Offering bold new ways of conceiving the present, Lauren Berlant describes the cruel optimism that has prevailed since the 1980s, as the social-democratic promise of the postwar period in the United States and Europe has retracted. People have remained attached to unachievable fantasies of the good life—with its promises of upward mobility, job security, political and social equality, and durable intimacy—despite evidence that liberal-capitalist societies can no longer be counted on to provide opportunities for individuals to make their lives “add up to something.”
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This field-defining collection consolidates and builds momentum in the burgeoning area of affect studies. The contributors include many of the central theorists of affect—those visceral forces beneath, alongside, or generally other than conscious knowing that can serve to drive us toward movement, thought, and ever-changing forms of relation. As Lauren Berlant explores “cruel optimism,” Brian Massumi theorizes the affective logic of public threat, and Elspeth Probyn examines shame, they, along with the other contributors, show how an awareness of affect is opening up exciting new insights in disciplines from anthropology, cultural studies, geography, and psychology to philosophy, queer studies, and sociology. In essays diverse in subject matter, style, and perspective, the contributors demonstrate how affect theory illuminates the intertwined realms of the aesthetic, the ethical, and the political as they play out across bodies (human and non-human) in both mundane and extraordinary ways. They reveal the broad theoretical possibilities opened by an awareness of affect as they reflect on topics including ethics, food, public morale, glamor, snark in the workplace, and mental health regimes. The Affect Theory Reader includes an interview with the cultural theorist Lawrence Grossberg and an afterword by the anthropologist Kathleen Stewart. In the introduction, the editors suggest ways of defining affect, trace the concept’s history, and highlight the role of affect theory in various areas of study.
A pioneer in queer theory and literary studies, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick brings together for the first time in Touching Feeling her most powerful explorations of emotion and expression. In essays that show how her groundbreaking work in queer theory has developed into a deep interest in affect, Sedgwick offers what she calls "tools and techniques for nondualistic thought," in the process touching and transforming such theoretical discourses as psychoanalysis, speech-act theory, Western Buddhism, and the Foucauldian "hermeneutics of suspicion."
In prose sometimes somber, often high-spirited, and always accessible and moving, Touching Feeling interrogates—through virtuoso readings of works by Henry James, J. L. Austin, Judith Butler, the psychologist Silvan Tomkins and others—emotion in many forms. What links the work of teaching to the experience of illness? How can shame become an engine for queer politics, performance, and pleasure? Is sexuality more like an affect or a drive? Is paranoia the only realistic epistemology for modern intellectuals? Ultimately, Sedgwick's unfashionable commitment to the truth of happiness propels a book as open-hearted as it is intellectually daring.
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le Id
and le Superego.
Each one likes using crayons and drawing le pictures, but I don't know what they're supposed to represent.
My heart's full of sorrow
I apologize but hey, SF
I'm back with more this morrow!
Yarrunmace enjoys OFF and making lovely tunes,
Section is the guy who reads music like it's runes
HH is less manly without our friend McMacho
We miss you babe, come back! let's bond over some good gazpacho
Jumpingzombie: Junie B and also a raccoon
Cpl. F was here but won't be coming back too soon
Equipment is my bad side, just ignore that jerk
Security should go get him! Officer, get to work!
Charlotte is CA's 8-year-old alter ego
Together with the ponies they put on quite a show
I'm sorry for writing a good part of this poem about puppets,
but hey, you got any better ideas? If so, SOUND THE TRUMPETS!
His existence is verified BY SCIENCE
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical Bullshit, Flanderized, Mary-Sue, Color Adventures.
...
...
I said...IT'S TIME TO CONTINUE...
We HEARD you. We just don't CARE anymore.
At least we're not going to react until you tell us truthfully which story we're doing.
But how would you know I won't switch to a different setting like last time?
Because I'll teleport you to the fucking murder dimension if you do.
She'll do it, too! She sent all her best friends..
*cough*
..and me to a formless void just because we where a distraction.
FINE! When we last left Justice he was getting hammered in a attempt to forget he was a talking horse.
Score.
DAMNIT!
An attempt that wasn't working.
Awww...dis.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Tag! You're it!
FUCK! How'd you guys find me.
You left a trial of empty hip flasks leading us here.
*Walks in with a huge pile of hip flasks and drops them on the floor*
YOU BASSTARDS! THAT WAS MY TRIAL TO FIND MY WAY BACK.
I dun TOLD Y’all!
Why would you need a trial to find your way back to the bakery?
Twilight, I take it you’ve never had to drink away the hauntin’ images of your parent’s mangled bodies because you dun murdered them to collect on the hefty lofty insurance plans you took out on them?
Wow…um, no?
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Look, none of thisssshit murderers…mattress because you ponzies aren’t getting me on a train anyhow.
Darling, you walked into the refreshment car of a train.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…
A train heading for Canterlot.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…
And it’s the express!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
How did you not notice?
*clears throat and pokes pile of hip flasks with his foot which Pinkie jumps out of*
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce*
Oh yeah…
Well, I’ STILL not gettinng offa this train.
Look Justice, you can’t just sit here and cry like a diaper wearing filly to get out of this.
Ooo! Ooo! Surprise wrote that story! *bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce*
Ewww…Look, I doncare WHAT yousay to me. You can all just eat me.
Ooo! Ooo! Surprise wrote THAT story, too! *bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce*
Rainbow Dash, operation silence!
*salutes* Roger! *pulls out a rag*
Roger? Who’s Roger? MMMMMPH! HMMMPH! Hmmmmph…hmmm…*thump*
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Well done , Rainbow Dash. NOW! To turn thhissthing around.
Justice, this is a train.
Pffft, there’sa pony here who LAUGHS in the face of physics! Pinkie! Turn this train around!
*droll*
DAMNIT! Outsmarted by ponies…
You do realize, of course, you pretty much brought this all on yourse..
OUTSMARTED-BY-PONIES…Look. I’m not leaving until this train is out of booze.
Sir. You already drank all the alcohol in the refreshment car.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…
And then you started raiding the passenger’s belongings for more alcohol.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…
Then you started raiding the first aid kits for rubbing alcohol.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU…
And your tab comes out to several thousand dollars.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTwighlight,teleportthisduffusintothemontainsorsomefinandIlltotesgowithyoutocanterlotUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
With Gusto! *zap*
Wait, wha *TELEPORTED*
Heehee, he’sgonna die of over overexposure…
Ummm…Justice? I was just wondering…isn’t that more than enough alcohol to make you die of blood alcohol poisoning?
Alicorn fun fact! We processsalcohol much more eeeffiec…excel…better than regular ponies!
Really?
Nope! *collapse twitch twitch*
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Is this the end of our hero? Is that bartender really going to die out in the wilderness? Does anyone really care about that?
No.
Negative.
Nope.
Not a bit.
Uh-uh.
Hmmm…no.
*droll*
Well…Find out the answers to the questions that anypony actually cares about in the next installment of: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical Bullshit, Flanderized, Mary-Sue, Color Adventures.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
I was not aware Chris Brown was a Kirby fan.
hi ho, hi ho