It's not fair. I only get one and a half hours of computer time a day, and every 30 minutes I am required to take a five-minute break. If I want more time, I have to ask for it.
My sisters have an iphonethingy and friends, respectively, and my brother has his own computers, my parents have Work Computer, and I'm the only one who doesn't have any screen-device of my own (my ipod doesn't count, it only plays music and the screen is broken).
I used to have La Computadora as my own and I wouldn't have to ask for more time, but I gave it up for this Nova Computadorus.
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 always makes me happy? Rarity.
I strongly associate her with someone who's very special to me...
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
Hey, my parents let me be myself, they've done that.
They just won't let me glue myself to the computer and sacrifice tree-climbing and book-reading and rock-throwing and all those other things for a screen.
I'm just mad that they didn't indulge me. I like when people indulge me. It's so rare.
I love being indulged so much; I can't find it in myself to not indulge other people; like my little eight-year-old cousin who wants to play videogames for eight hours straight; or a dog that wants food that is bad for it, or my six-year-old cousin who wants to play on the computer and asks to use my time even though his mom told him no more computer for today.
The combination of nails and chalkboard is more pleasant than a human voice. Why do you humans never stop talking? Oh well, at least I have music to listen to instead.
All the sounds in my head would stop then. You know how songs get stuck in your head? Sometimes, almost everything I hear gets stuck in my head and repeat over and over and over; and now is one of those times. My head is full of noise.
It is. It does have the unfortunate side-effect of making it really hard to communicate.
How does that work? Why is it hard to communicate? Does it have something to do with your stutter?
The noise level in my head correlates with how well my brain can communicate. It's louder when I'm more energetic, and it's quieter when I'm more tired.
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
It is. It does have the unfortunate side-effect of making it really hard to communicate.
How does that work? Why is it hard to communicate? Does it have something to do with your stutter?
The noise level in my head correlates with how well my brain can communicate. It's louder when I'm more energetic, and it's quieter when I'm more tired.
Oh, so when you're inspired to create, there's loudness in your head?
I wish my brain worked like that.
I mean, it feels hot when I'm excited and cools down when I'm calm and tired, but so does my whole being, soul and heart and everything. And just about everybody works like me in that way.
I actually find it harder to communicate when I'm energetic. I talk too fast and I don't have spaces between my words and I jibber-jabber and I'm basically incomprehensible ball of ohmigoshasoefipjas;oeigblkfcjxhkjaepohmigoshafoseifjhaseoifhlksdjgfhghatshatshatsoasiethpasiehapiethatshatshats.
I can't sleep without mine. Cars are noisy and they wake me up.
You can buy them in boxes of 50 pairs from Western Safety for five bucks. They're very comfortable and they reduce noise by 29 decibels.
As a person that's tried dozens of earplugs, my favorite is Western Safety.
However, if you can find Hearos' Silicone earplugs, BUY THEM. BUY THEM. They are soooooo good, but sooooooo hard to find. I mean, like, seriously, those are the best and I wish I could find mine because they can fit literally any ear shape and last forever.
It is. It does have the unfortunate side-effect of making it really hard to communicate.
How does that work? Why is it hard to communicate? Does it have something to do with your stutter?
The noise level in my head correlates with how well my brain can communicate. It's louder when I'm more energetic, and it's quieter when I'm more tired.
Oh, so when you're inspired to create, there's loudness in your head?
I wish my brain worked like that.
I mean, it feels hot when I'm excited and cools down when I'm calm and tired, but so does my whole being, soul and heart and everything. And just about everybody works like me in that way.
I actually find it harder to communicate when I'm energetic. I talk too fast and I don't have spaces between my words and I jibber-jabber and I'm basically incomprehensible ball of ohmigoshasoefipjas;oeigblkfcjxhkjaepohmigoshafoseifjhaseoifhlksdjgfhghatshatshatsoasiethpasiehapiethatshatshats.
Sort of.
To use the four humors as a metaphor, the loudness correlates with people-thought while the silence correlates with task-thought. We work better when there's less silence, but we get cool thoughts and have nicer conversations when there's a sense of loudness.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
My family started yelling at each other for ever and ever and ever and ever (again) so I played lunatic mode some more with the volume up and a fan on high power and I got to Remilia (again) and lost a 30-minute run full of immense skill and immense luck (again).
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I always get jealous when I see pretty cosplayers with great costumes but also I like seeing them.
My sisters have an iphonethingy and friends, respectively, and my brother has his own computers, my parents have Work Computer, and I'm the only one who doesn't have any screen-device of my own (my ipod doesn't count, it only plays music and the screen is broken).
I used to have La Computadora as my own and I wouldn't have to ask for more time, but I gave it up for this Nova Computadorus.
They just won't let me glue myself to the computer and sacrifice tree-climbing and book-reading and rock-throwing and all those other things for a screen.
I'm just mad that they didn't indulge me. I like when people indulge me. It's so rare.
I love being indulged so much; I can't find it in myself to not indulge other people; like my little eight-year-old cousin who wants to play videogames for eight hours straight; or a dog that wants food that is bad for it, or my six-year-old cousin who wants to play on the computer and asks to use my time even though his mom told him no more computer for today.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Sometimes I wish I were deaf.
All the sounds in my head would stop then. You know how songs get stuck in your head? Sometimes, almost everything I hear gets stuck in my head and repeat over and over and over; and now is one of those times. My head is full of noise.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
And why did you add the XIX to your appellation?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
XIX looks rather cool, though its significance has not come into existence yet.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I wish my brain worked like that.
I mean, it feels hot when I'm excited and cools down when I'm calm and tired, but so does my whole being, soul and heart and everything. And just about everybody works like me in that way.
I actually find it harder to communicate when I'm energetic. I talk too fast and I don't have spaces between my words and I jibber-jabber and I'm basically incomprehensible ball of ohmigoshasoefipjas;oeigblkfcjxhkjaepohmigoshafoseifjhaseoifhlksdjgfhghatshatshatsoasiethpasiehapiethatshatshats.
It's very obvious this game was designed with the same engine as Kid Icarus.
Have you bought those earplugs yet?
You can buy them in boxes of 50 pairs from Western Safety for five bucks. They're very comfortable and they reduce noise by 29 decibels.
As a person that's tried dozens of earplugs, my favorite is Western Safety.
However, if you can find Hearos' Silicone earplugs, BUY THEM. BUY THEM. They are soooooo good, but sooooooo hard to find. I mean, like, seriously, those are the best and I wish I could find mine because they can fit literally any ear shape and last forever.
May you all find what is right for you and what you are looking for.
Resurgam.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
To use the four humors as a metaphor, the loudness correlates with people-thought while the silence correlates with task-thought. We work better when there's less silence, but we get cool thoughts and have nicer conversations when there's a sense of loudness.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Miko, perhaps you should also get some earplugs.
My head hurts.