\My dash has been marginally better...I should figure out who else to unfollow.
twerkingtomerzbow, that dude is a douche
in other news
TOOOOOM PRESTON
is surprisingly ok?
huh
You make a convincing argument.
On the other hand he or she reblogs some entertaining stuff.
On the other a few pages into the blog and I've decided I hate them and they are totally unfollowed and I just hope that wasn't a troper who I actually cared about or anything.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
I think I will unfollow "WeCanSexy" it'd make more sense to follow "Duedly Firearms" Shelly is just kind of a boring young adult who blogs alot...or maybe blogged. I'm not sure how often her stuff show up anymore.
there was this one artist i followed for the longest time who threw a conniption fit over a homestuck edit of a webcomic because the person did not source the webcomic it came from. and then when someone pointed out that the URL for the comic is, y'know, in the comic, they went off the deep end and claimed it was not sourced enough somehow.
finished 3 out of 4 creative writing critiques and portfolios due in for tomorrow
2 of them im happy with
1 of them im happy with 3/4 of it but the other quarter i worry has gone into gimmickiness and not been redrafted enough but i really havent got anything better to put in there and i need to fill space
now for the last self-critique
man self-critiques feel so pointless
we're not in maoist china people here come on *rimshot*
Incantation-influenced death metal is pretty much a subgenre unto itself at this point, but as Marvin Gaye once said; “Ain’t nothing like the real thing baby.”
Fact: marvin gaye is the ideal source for quotes in a death metal review.
some might say that Portal's own brand of Cthulhu-inhaling-a-vacuum-cleaner, malfunctioning-chainsaw sludge metal is borderline unlistenable, but as Marvin Gaye said, "And when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing", if in this case 'sexual healing' means 'the sound of a Tibetan thunder god vomiting into a vortex of dying babies'
Well, my connection seems to be back today. It turns out that someone actually cut the cable up on the pole where the signal originates. With that problem resolved, I'll hopefully be able to get back to doing my usual online stuff tonight.
"Are you sure that that's right?" Satan asked; hoping to compel the fool to another near-eternity of pointless counting.
"I dunno. You count."
And that's when Satan started counting the sand grains. After three hundred years, he'd realized that he'd been trapped and tricked; but there was nothing he could do about it.
PROTIP: If Satan ever asks you to count anything, there's a good chance that the answer is 6^666.
And Satan is the meanest, vilest, nastiest one of them all. He's just as much a prisoner as they are, but nobody messes with him. There's a pecking order.
Seeing how bad Heck can be, counting sand isn't all that bad.
Also, I just like the idea of somebody spending a near-eternity counting sand.
Comments
you have earned
a sticker!
(*Applies sticker to your forehead*)
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
this is the sticker in question
darnit
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i guess i'd stick it to my laptop
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 get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
and that was just stupid so i quit
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Perhaps my head is just messed up.
:3
i have no clue what these dudes sound like but this cover is hella rad.
this is not ok
oh wow i remember reading this review ages ago
finished 3 out of 4 creative writing critiques and portfolios due in for tomorrow
2 of them im happy with
1 of them im happy with 3/4 of it but the other quarter i worry has gone into gimmickiness and not been redrafted enough but i really havent got anything better to put in there and i need to fill space
now for the last self-critique
man self-critiques feel so pointless
we're not in maoist china people here come on *rimshot*
good thing it's study hall
yeah.
"You." said one of the doomed.
"Yes, anonymous doomed soul?"
"Almost an eternity ago; you condemned me to count the sands of your infernal realm. It is done."
"And the number?" Satan asked.
"177 309 806 357 755 465 270 499 427 328 598 301 776 288 968 306 075 410
151 885 112 575 756 027 539 778 209 314 850 999 852 445 333 091 203 575
172 280 395 689 214 341 071 142 311 799 945 944 795 749 206 487 224 435
664 711 586 155 446 695 783 530 381 869 261 940 579 191 212 338 095 792
283 942 630 165 267 180 235 014 754 878 622 816 388 898 950 208 360 661
204 545 460 054 710 039 966 583 620 720 703 499 070 583 619 219 756 147
969 379 415 147 383 218 476 051 784 215 338 153 642 534 248 184 239 668
587 526 354 555 162 441 056 191 517 103 281 698 310 461 707 618 482 703
994 245 002 903 843 491 150 719 636 915 674 602 477 294 467 393 397 773
059 407 237 966 516 507 939 097 024 659 456"
"Are you sure that that's right?" Satan asked; hoping to compel the fool to another near-eternity of pointless counting.
"I dunno. You count."
And that's when Satan started counting the sand grains. After three hundred years, he'd realized that he'd been trapped and tricked; but there was nothing he could do about it.
PROTIP: If Satan ever asks you to count anything, there's a good chance that the answer is 6^666.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
And then he hits a jukebox with his hand and it works.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Or something like that.
Imagine a series of books, where Satan must use clever tricks and detective skills to outsmart the angels of heaven.
Satan Holmes.
And Satan is the meanest, vilest, nastiest one of them all. He's just as much a prisoner as they are, but nobody messes with him. There's a pecking order.
Seeing how bad Heck can be, counting sand isn't all that bad.
Also, I just like the idea of somebody spending a near-eternity counting sand.