Church group decied to go to a different church that both ends earlier and takes longer to get to.
I left 15 minutes after my friends did and got there right as the service ended, after walking for 10 minutes in what was apparently the beginning of a bona fide snowstorm.
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
My county is currently under a Level 1 Snow Emergency
Oh dear, Central. Are the roads drivable? I know that certain places aren't built to withstand heavy snow... But if there were extreme problems you'd be posting about that.
I assume that the power lines are intact, since you're posting.
(is level one the highest state of emergency or the lowest?)
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
The lowest.
Level 1 = Roads are very dangerous, drive with caution
Some degree of summary is important, but overall I think a good review must either seek to advise, to analyse, or both. Content is not framing or style or structure. Putting everything in context is important.
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside Swallow my doubt turn it inside out Find nothin' but faith in nothin' Want to put my tender, heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you
I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet, chalk white and oh so frail I see our time has gotten stale The tick tock of the clock is painful All sane and logical, I want to tear it off the wall I hear words and clips and phrases I think sick like ginger ale My stomach turns and I exhale
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out Find nothin' but faith in nothin' Want to put my tender, heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you
So Cal is where my mind states But it's not my state of mind I'm not as ugly, sad as you Or am I origami, folded up and just pretend Demented as the motives in your head
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out Find nothin' but faith in nothin' Want to put my tender, heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you (Rendezvous)
I alone am the one you don't know You need take heed, feed your ego Make me blind when your eyes close Sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost I alone am the one you don't know You need, you don't know you need me Make me blind when your eyes close Tie me to the bed post
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside Swallow my doubt turn it inside out Find nothin' but faith in nothin' Want to put my tender, heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through, now I'm through with you
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
For those interested: The RollerCoaster Tycoon games are on sale on GOG:
Such frivolity to create better weapons and more memory space on computers when there are much better uses for research and development, chief among them being the invention of silent vacuum cleaners, silent hair dryers, ways to clean oneself without exposure to the dreaded dihydrogen monoxide, and other things.
Look, if we can do 3d printing, clearly we can do anything. Walk through walls, turn lead into gold, make a magical thin sheet of paper that you put over other paper and on the magical thin sheet of paper the braile bumps for the words form so that blind people can use the entire library of congress so long as they have one of those magic papers, make shoes that let you walk on any surface, anything.
But noooooooo, you had to go with magic printers when you asked the technology fairy for an unrealistic invention that breaks any suspension of disbelief for reality.
No, the magic papers are not electronic. They do not use electricity. They operate like those toys with tons of pins and you press your hand in it and you look on the top of the toy and you see the shape of your hand.
Except they are somehow shaped to make braille bumps. Like, the thickness of the ink of the a pushes up pins that somehow do a thing and pop up as braille bumps don't ask how it works dang it, 3d printing is clearly witchcraft.
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
e-ink remains a favorite of mine, as far as "technology that seems like magic" goes
It's like a piece of paper with stuff printed on it, but what's printed can change!
I read most of The Secret Garden on an e-ink reader while traveling by plane last year
Sophie's World is a peculiar book. We had it as a kind of textbook for a course I took in high school. It is also the source of the title of a famous album by Spiritualized.
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
Sophie's World is a peculiar book. We had it as a kind of textbook for a course I took in high school. It is also the source of the title of a famous album by Spiritualized.
Sophie's World is one of maybe five books that I would say influenced my life in any major way, which is astounding considering how often I used to read.
It's a very strange book and the ending is....odd, I'll not spoil it for you.
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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
magicks
magics
magix
mad jix
mad jigs
I assume that the power lines are intact, since you're posting.
(is level one the highest state of emergency or the lowest?)
Robert Pattinson: the 4th death grip
are the Grips of Deth
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Want to put my tender, heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet, chalk white and oh so frail
I see our time has gotten stale
The tick tock of the clock is painful
All sane and logical, I want to tear it off the wall
I hear words and clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Want to put my tender, heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
So Cal is where my mind states
But it's not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly, sad as you
Or am I origami, folded up and just pretend
Demented as the motives in your head
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Want to put my tender, heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
(Rendezvous)
I alone am the one you don't know
You need take heed, feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close
Sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost
I alone am the one you don't know
You need, you don't know you need me
Make me blind when your eyes close
Tie me to the bed post
I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
Swallow my doubt turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Want to put my tender, heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through, now I'm through with you
Through with you
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
wow damn digging this
Look, if we can do 3d printing, clearly we can do anything. Walk through walls, turn lead into gold, make a magical thin sheet of paper that you put over other paper and on the magical thin sheet of paper the braile bumps for the words form so that blind people can use the entire library of congress so long as they have one of those magic papers, make shoes that let you walk on any surface, anything.
But noooooooo, you had to go with magic printers when you asked the technology fairy for an unrealistic invention that breaks any suspension of disbelief for reality.
0\10 21st century, see me after class.
Except they are somehow shaped to make braille bumps. Like, the thickness of the ink of the a pushes up pins that somehow do a thing and pop up as braille bumps don't ask how it works dang it, 3d printing is clearly witchcraft.
And these papers also work for images, making essentially woodcuts. Exaggerating the thickness of ink. SHUT UP IT WORKED IN A DREAM I HAD.
(five dollars or less)