The Trash Heap of the Heapers' Hangout

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:03:11

I just do not like fire.

Other types of bloodygory stuff I can usually deal with but...uhhhhhhh...

Sredni Vashtar · 2013-06-15 00:03:15

^^^ That album is amazing...

^^ ...and so are Throbbing Gristle!

Princess Alice · 2013-06-15 00:03:29

LANE SHIFT, 1/2 MILE

FANDOM BLOGGERS USE RIGHT LANE

Sredni Vashtar · 2013-06-15 00:04:06

Imipölex G said:
I just do not like fire.

Other types of bloodygory stuff I can usually deal with but...uhhhhhhh...

Being burned to death is a horrifying idea...

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:04:39

I just do not like fire.

It is rather terrifying, isn't it?

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:06:13

yeah

Hexartes · 2013-06-15 00:06:43

Macklemore seems like a swell guy.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:07:41

If I were made of fire, would you hug me anyway?

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:08:46

No.

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:09:05

Also what is with that signature

Hexartes · 2013-06-15 00:09:34

Ahahahaha, I found that exchange funnier than I really should have.

Section42L · 2013-06-15 00:11:00

Imipölex G said:
No.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:11:11

Also what is with that signature

http://macrochan.org/search.php?tags=How+can+you+say+you+love+her+if+you+can't+even+eat+her+poop?

It is apparently from this (which sounds hilarious): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Night_Shift_Nurses

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:12:39

I can change it if you like Imipolex G. ^_^

Princess Alice · 2013-06-15 00:12:40

TOWNSVILLE 12

GREYSON CITY 59

CANTERLOT 102

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:13:47

Imipolex G if you were a giant bug I probably would not hug you. But I would still love you on the inside.

Hexartes · 2013-06-15 00:14:48

Everytime my aunt gets drunk she makes me go to bed early.

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:15:09

I am not Gregor Samsa.

Anyway, the signature is OK. Hentai, who understands that stuff. The room is ripe with the stench of bitches

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:15:12

^^ >:o That is irresponsible drinking!!!

Sredni Vashtar · 2013-06-15 00:20:29

Imipölex G said:
I am not Gregor Samsa.

This statement.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:21:02

I read that story one time and it is a good story. :)

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:21:51

Why do I have to call you Imipolex G all the time but imi sounds even weirder I like your name or just your initials. ^_^

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:25:18

This is the game I am playing now since I beated Kamui and also I think Siter Skain makes really good shmups.

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:25:53

Well, I suppose everyone knows my initials (right?) so it hardly matters either way

Hexartes · 2013-06-15 00:31:52

I don't, but I'm pretty sure your first name is Kevin.

That name suits you well, I think.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:36:59

I will continue to say Imipolex G in forums I guess. :3 That is your alias; 'tis proper.

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:37:02

^^I've been basically all right with it.

I could certainly have worse names

^'k

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:40:27

I won't become Hamburger Lady, and it's only for you, my dear. ^_^ How does Miko sound?

Hexartes · 2013-06-15 00:47:36

There's a person on the Extra Credits forums who makes his posts look like JRPG chatboxes, character portraits and all. It's quite charming actually.

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 00:50:01

Miko is fine.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:51:00

Literally the only reason "continue" exists in a shmup is so people can practice. When it says "game over" it means that the player lost and their run is *over* and they shouldn't post it on youtube. :) If the player didn't put in a credit and then win, then they didn't *really* beat the game.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 00:52:22

Well I mean it is okay to post a run that ends and doesn't win, for scoring or demonstration or whatever, but continuing is shameful.

Misery · 2013-06-15 00:55:13

zoo

Hexartes · 2013-06-15 00:58:59

Earthlight Ray said:
Well I mean it is okay to post a run that ends and doesn't win, for scoring or demonstration or whatever, but continuing is shameful.

Yeesh. I find it odd that games as difficult as shmups have communities with the strictest requirements for what constitutes being a good player.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 01:02:54

Everyone is at a different level of good-ness in their favorite shmups; it is very subjective. But the single-credit-clear is the lowest rung of the "good" ladder. :)

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 01:04:38

hmmmm well I suppose I have seen good score runs that don't reach the end, and then there are games like Dodonpachi that have two loops where the second one is -impossible- and even the first loop is really hard so no one "beats" the game except super players because the *real* last boss is in the second loop but yeah generally the single-credit-clear is what everyone must aim for. :D

Tre · 2013-06-15 01:09:34

oh god damn it

Tre · 2013-06-15 01:09:42

I felt the need to proclaim this three times, apparently.

Yay for dumb slow internet screwing with my phone!

Hexartes · 2013-06-15 01:10:26

http://25.media.tumblr.com/8d0d6deb93137f9408b23b59c8618ff6/tumblr_modviuqanO1rral5uo1_500.jpg

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 01:12:21

Shmups usually have "extends" which means you can blow up into a million little pieces (or hearts, as the case may be :3 ) and keep going, but you have to EARN them. >:D

Tre · 2013-06-15 01:19:45

Earthlight Ray said:
or hearts, as the case may be

#:P

Tanya · 2013-06-15 01:31:39

Tired Faces.

Miss Miko Mayonegg · 2013-06-15 01:34:03

:o

Obā-san · 2013-06-15 01:40:53

Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question. . .

Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"

Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,

Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,

Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,

And seeing that it was a soft October night

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create,

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions

And for a hundred visions and revisions

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—

[They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!"]

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—

[They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!"]

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all;

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,

And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,

When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Then how should I begin

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare

[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]

Is it perfume from a dress

That makes me so digress?

Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.

And should I then presume?

And how should I begin?

. . . . .

Obā-san · 2013-06-15 01:41:03

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets

And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes

Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . .

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

. . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!

Smoothed by long fingers,

Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers,

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,

I am no prophet–and here's no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,

Would it have been worth while,

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,

To have squeezed the universe into a ball

To roll it toward some overwhelming question,

To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"

If one, settling a pillow by her head,

Should say, "That is not what I meant at all.

That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,

Would it have been worth while,

After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,

After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—

And this, and so much more?—

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:

Would it have been worth while

If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,

And turning toward the window, should say:

"That is not it at all,

That is not what I meant, at all."

. . . . .

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;

Am an attendant lord, one that will do

To swell a progress, start a scene or two

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;

At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—

Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old . . . I grow old . . .

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves

Combing the white hair of the waves blown back

When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Imipolex G · 2013-06-15 01:51:32

I read Lord of the Rings when I was 14. Sure am glad I read that instead of Atlas Shrugged

Obā-san · 2013-06-15 02:01:20

My mom read me the hobbit when i was...

8 i think?

Tre · 2013-06-15 02:04:25

A question:

Would failing Spanish in one semester be a kiss of death for getting into a good college?

Because I got my report card today and that happened, apparently. I got a C for the entire year because I did well first semester but still. It's making me nervous.

Sredni Vashtar · 2013-06-15 02:07:06

Um, no?

Tre · 2013-06-15 02:14:44

Well alright. Thanks, Sred.

I was only really taking the class for the credit anyway, my teacher was the most insufferable person I've dealt with since the sixth grade.

My parents are still probably going to want my head, but I'm hoping my other grades help because I managed to bring everything else up by a letter grade (or two in one case) and they knew I was tired of dealing with that stupid class (or at least should have figured out by now).

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