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."
squid: Thanks! It's nice to hear that you're not disappointed.
lee: That oddly reminds me of "English is not a major because you're not in 6th grade anymore."
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
Heh. When I wrote the last Chef/Waiterman story I forgot that the Five Singers REstauratnt was supposed to be closed for repairs until June. The one time I think it would be fun to actually add some continuity and I go and mess it up. :P
Doctor Who reference in Pokemon B2W2? Headcanon accepted.
Oh yeah, and the liberal-arts bashing has started. Becaue God knows people that can't be scientists or engineers aren;t worth shit. Fuck you too. more tumut
As far as my portfolio goes, I have something of a pedigree. I've worked professionally in the music industry as an artist and served as one of the last Combat Illustrators in the Marine Corps -- which required a qualified portfolio (and passing boot camp) to get into the first place. And I can't get a job wiping off desks in the civilian world for it.
Which is why I'm getting a degree in Math with a minor in Computer Science. Liberal Arts/Fine Arts/English/Philosophy majors are all useless in the job sector, that's just the sad truth of it.
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 know they're not as practically useful, but I still don't want to sound smug, elitist, or pissy about it. Those tones aren't really helpful in a discussion. Fortunately, none of us seem to have taken such a tone thus far.
Forsythe: Oh, i know not all Texans are bad; it's just that the loudmouthed ones tend to be kind of embarrassing. :(
And as for job statistics, well, I'm not a liberal arts major myself (I majored in computer science, but had to drop out because of mental issues and such), but I know several people that are, and they're good people that have managed to find work in various fields (related or otherwise). Then again, they also managed to find steady jobs before the economy took a shit, which also makes a difference...
Also, I think it comes down to opportunity. Since 2008, about the only places that are going to be hiring new people in the creative industries are in California and NYC, and you know they're probably going to be hiring right out of CalArts or UCLA or NYU or Julliard. I don't remember who handles advertising and graphic design for big national accounts, but I'm pretty sure all the old hands at it are in NYC.
There was a time when the small business I work for was advertising all the time, and required the services of a graphic artist on a regular basis. After the product that effort was directed at was discontinued in the mid-2000s, that opportunity disappeared, and the product we have now isn't advertised much at all besides the occasional trade show. (It's something of a niche product, even more so than the one we were selling in the 2000s, and so advertising in magazines would be kind of counterproductive.)
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
Three weeks left of school before finals, including this week.
This has been a long school year...when I think back to September or whenever, it feels like forever ago...somehow I feel like I've come a long way since then.
Watching Phelous's review of Automaton Transfusion (seriously, what kind of name is that?), and the baby scene (I ain't sayin' any more than that) is hilarious even without Skitch's completely inappropriate music over it. XD
Just seeing things I wrote and stuff I did last summer feels like it was a long time ago, if only because my personal relationships have progressed so much since then. My family is talking again, Ally and I are good friends now, and things have just gotten progressively better.
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."
Good night, lee and whale.
My grades still haven't been posted. This wouldn't be as worrying if they actually told us when they were going to post them like they did the last three semesters.
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."
Thanks! I've been doing pretty well so far.
Cheeseburger pie is cooking. Yes, this is a thing. Apparently, one of our numerous cookbooks says that "cheeseburger pie was a teen favorite in the 60s before pizza became popular."
Donning her mantle of infinite mercy, her majestic aura radiating unconquerable love for all living things, Kwan-Yin jogs onto the stage and faces the cameras.
“Hi folks!”
“HI KWAN-YIN!” roars the audience.
“Today we’re cooking with Leviticus!”
The audience screams its insatiable appreciation for all cooking bodhisattvas. Go audience! To cheer like that makes a bodhisattva glad!
“Leviticus 4 is a very important chapter,” says Kwan-Yin. “It shows us how to prepare a young bullock for consumption by the LORD!”
The audience looks confused.
“But if you don’t have the LORD handy, a properly sacrificed young bullock also feeds ten! It’s the ultimate party snack—it tastes great and it cleanses sin!”
“Yay!”
The prompter signals the audience: BOUNDLESS JOY IN KWAN-YIN’S COOKING EXCELLENCE.
The audience engages in boundless joy in Kwan-Yin’s cooking excellence! Can even Kwan-Yin’s deep awareness of suffering withstand such endless ebullience? No gentle bodhisattva could have a heart of stone!
“Let’s see,” says Kwan-Yin. “‘If a priest that is anointed do sin according to the sin of the people; then let him bring for his sin, which he hath sinned, a young bullock without blemish unto the LORD for a sin offering.’”
“BAM!” shouts the audience.
“Well, do we have any priests in the audience today?” asks Kwan-Yin, her eyes shining with luminous dedication to helping others and preparing a damn fine bullock. “Particularly any SINNING priests?”
A young man bounds to his feet, beaming. “I couldn’t help it, all-glorious bodhisattva Kwan-Yin! The accidental properties of material life led me astray!”
“Rock on,” says Kwan-Yin, who approves of audience participation and who, besides, thinks the young man is rather hot.
The prompter flashes: FORGIVENESS FOR A SINNING PRIEST.
The audience immediately forgives the sinning priest for all his venal incidents. Such ready clemency displays their qualities of greatness!
“‘And he shall bring the bullock unto the door of the tabernacle of the congregation before the LORD; and shall lay his hand upon the bullock’s head, and kill the bullock before the LORD.’” Kwan-Yin beams. “Sounds like a plan!”
Radiant with her all-embracing charity, Kwan-Yin assumes the bullock-summoning stance. Pow! A bullock tumbles into the room.
“This isn’t the bullock we practiced on,” says the priest, uncertainly.
“That one turned out to be a freak mutation with human-level intelligence,” Kwan-Yin says, a broad gesture indicating her love for all hyperintelligent quadrupeds. “We couldn’t very well sacrifice him for ratings.”
“He’ll at least be on a spinoff show?”
Kwan-Yin smiles enigmatically. Who can comprehend the infinite mysteries of the universe?
The prompter flashes: REMIND PRIEST ABOUT COOKING.
“Hey!” shouts a young woman. “Shouldn’t you be killing the bullock before the LORD?”
“Right!” says the priest, and snaps into action. His silvered katana Starwind jumps into his hands, thrumming with suppressed energy. With one stroke, he cuts the bullock’s neck!
“Meee,” declares the bullock, somewhat distressed, and dies.
“Okay!” said Kwan-Yin. “Now you take of the bullock’s blood, and bring it to the tabernacle of the congregation. Then you dip your finger in the blood and sprinkle it seven times before the LORD, before the veil of the sanctuary.”
“BAM!” shouts the audience.
“Don’t worry if you don’t know how to do this,” says Kwan-Yin, her transcendent compassion fanning out in all directions. “I’ve already pre-mixed the veil of the sanctuary.”
Oh no! The sinning priest got bullock blood on his lip. He’s tasting it now. There’s a mad gleam in his eyes!
“I won’t stop with just the bullock!” exclaims the priest. “I’ll kill the audience too, and make you mortal sacrifice!”
The prompter flashes: SCREAM AND RUN AROUND.
The audience, startled despite their prior knowledge of the priest’s sinful nature, screams and runs around in panic.
“That’s the problem with cooking shows in the Latter Days of the Law,” says Kwan-Yin, magnificent in sorrow.
The prompter flashes: COMMERCIAL and the world fades to dark.
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."
squid: Well, before it was widely prepared, eaten, and distributed. But yeah, I'm not sure I completely trust them on that part.
Also, hi, Auron. I still haven't even seen more than a few episodes of a Let's Play of your game.
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If you like books then just read them in your spare time.
Oh yeah, and the liberal-arts bashing has started. Becaue God knows people that can't be scientists or engineers aren;t worth shit. Fuck you too. more tumut
As far as my portfolio goes, I have something of a pedigree. I've worked professionally in the music industry as an artist and served as one of the last Combat Illustrators in the Marine Corps -- which required a qualified portfolio (and passing boot camp) to get into the first place. And I can't get a job wiping off desks in the civilian world for it.
Which is why I'm getting a degree in Math with a minor in Computer Science. Liberal Arts/Fine Arts/English/Philosophy majors are all useless in the job sector, that's just the sad truth of it.
And us Texans aren't all that bad.
This has been a long school year...when I think back to September or whenever, it feels like forever ago...somehow I feel like I've come a long way since then.
robert downey jr. called
he wants his pirateship back
fucken' what.
QUESTION
Out of everyone here, who would you say is most likely to be the protagonist of real life?
THIS
IS MY STORY
*adds Auron to the list of guys I would willingly screw*
For the record, this is the current list:
1. Spike Spiegel
2. Auron
It's a very exclusive club, I assure you.
I think this is actually a decent summary of how some people act.
Also: you now have ALL the God!
I'm trying to think of some hilarious joke and failing.
please assume there's a hilarious joke in this space until i find a hilarious joke
SPACE
LET'S DO ADVENTURES&STUFF
wanna play rs?