i wish to come up with a song lyric for this signature, but no song lyrics are coming to mind
personal incredulity
Because you found something difficult to understand, or are unaware of how it works, you made out like it's probably not true. Complex subjects like biological evolution through natural selection require some amount of understanding of how they work before one is able to properly grasp them; this fallacy is usually used in place of that understanding.
Example: Kirk drew a picture of a fish and a human and with effusive disdain asked Richard if he really thought we were stupid enough to believe that a fish somehow turned into a human through just, like, random things happening over time.
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
Seeing that the light had gone yellow, Abigail sped up through the 21st Avenue intersection. She was not so lucky with 22nd Avenue, however--the light turned red right as she approached, and she reluctantly slowed the car to a stop.
"Which way am I going, anyway?" Abigail asked her friend Peter, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Go straight for now, then left on Central Avenue," he replied. "It's the quickest way to the North Side."
"How can that be?" Abigail glanced out the window down 22nd Avenue. "It's just a quick shot up 22nd, isn't it?"
"I...don't like to use 22nd."
Abigail looked up and down 22nd Avenue. To the right, 22nd was a busy thoroughfare, clogged with the traffic of Capital City. To the north, the street was deserted--not a single car in sight. She stared at the street for a moment longer, trying to recall if she had ever seen anyone go up that section of 22nd.
"Ok, Peter...what's the deal with 22nd Avenue?"
"It's a long story."
"It's a long red light."
Peter sighed. "Okay...a long time ago--it must have been about 13 years now--a boy from this neighborhood was elected mayor. He pledged to do his part to fix up this side of town--better schools, lower crime...the whole shebang. So some folks from the neighborhood decided to throw a parade in his honor."
"Ooh, neat. Was it fun?"
"Well, at first it was fun. Just another silly parade, an easy way to kill a three-day weekend...but then things went wrong."
"What happened?"
"Well the parade started, and everything was fine and dandy. They went through the planned route, everything was fun and festive. But then...they reached the end of the route...and everyone kept going. It was still early in the day, so the spectators just assumed the participants had decided on a second run.
"But things started getting stranger. They reached the end of the route again, but kept on marching. Then it happened a third time. And a fourth. By now, it was nearly midnight, and the people just kept on marching. Nobody knew what to do, so they called in the police department. The police decided to set up a roadblock to stop the marchers...but---"
"But what?" Abigail asked.
"Well, the cops got all ready to block off the road...but once they stepped in front of the parade...they became part of it. As soon as their feet hit the pavement, they were part of this endless march. Same thing happened to anyone who tried to intervene--once you joined the parade, there was no way out.
"And, well...it's kinda been that way ever since. To this day, people parade around the neighborhood around 22nd Avenue. Never stopping, never slowing down. They don't even seem to get tired or hungry or thirsty. They just keep parading around and around and around."
"That's...amazing," said Abigail. "But how do we stop it?"
"Nobody knows," said Peter. "if we did, we would have already--"
Honk!
Abigail quickly glanced up at the traffic light to see that it had long since turned green while they were talking. In a moment of pure impulse, she quickly flipped on her left turn signal and barreled onto the deserted portion of 22nd Avenue, cutting off an oncoming delivery truck in the process.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Peter said.
"To do something I've wanted to do since I was a little girl," she said. "Go and see a parade."
I mean I should by all rights spend less time here too, but I simply don't have anything better to do with my time right now. I suspect that'll change at least somewhat when I get a job.
I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
I keep telling myself that I don't have anything better to do with my time, but that's wrong. I think the fact that this forum is pretty much the extent of my social life is part of why I'm here so much.
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
I keep telling myself that I don't have anything better to do with my time, but that's wrong. I think the fact that this forum is pretty much the extent of my social life is part of why I'm here so much.
This.
I have no social life outside the internet, so I cling to the internet like nobody's business.
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 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
also nobody cares about my parade story
just as well; i'm sure the idea has been done before
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
See, for like 6 years now I've been toying with the idea of an otherwise typical American city that has strange-ass shit like that going on in various parts of it. I call it "Capital City", a reference to my hometown.
But I've yet to figure out how to turn this into a coherent work. Perhaps as a series of short stories, each one detailing another instance of weirdness in Capital City?
It was the first thing I ever released to the public, if memory serves.
But I've yet to figure out how to turn this into a coherent work. Perhaps as a series of short stories, each one detailing another instance of weirdness in Capital City?
Skimming over it, I think it's actually kind of stupid. All I really did was paste together a bunch of slowed down samples from the Free Music Archive, which, that's still sort of what I do, but I like to think I do it much better now.
Unrelatedly, I think that float zombies is undeniably my stupidest album.
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
I almost wish Belle and the Beast weren't in it; the background has very clearly been painstakingly painted, so having the cel-animated characters there is kinda distracting.
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
Why does the eponymous song from Beauty and the Beast still have sentimental value to me
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personal incredulity
Because you found something difficult to understand, or are unaware of how it works, you made out like it's probably not true.Complex subjects like biological evolution through natural selection require some amount of understanding of how they work before one is able to properly grasp them; this fallacy is usually used in place of that understanding.
Example: Kirk drew a picture of a fish and a human and with effusive disdain asked Richard if he really thought we were stupid enough to believe that a fish somehow turned into a human through just, like, random things happening over time.
I'll be honest, the spamming of.....stuff. Here does sometimes get a tad exasperating when I just want to talk about something.
Should we make a thread that's just for talking about things
cuz it would be rude to ask people to not spam here when spamming stuff is half the point of the forums
I did not know that.
also
I just got a random message on Facebook from my friend that moved to Alabama a few months ago.
weird
good night, lee, good morning elvis
Sometimes I feel like the only person on the internet who likes the internet.
Like, I've gotten to meet a lot of people and learn a lot of things I wouldn't have otherwise. I don't see why being here is inherently a bad thing.
"Which way am I going, anyway?" Abigail asked her friend Peter, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Go straight for now, then left on Central Avenue," he replied. "It's the quickest way to the North Side."
"How can that be?" Abigail glanced out the window down 22nd Avenue. "It's just a quick shot up 22nd, isn't it?"
"I...don't like to use 22nd."
Abigail looked up and down 22nd Avenue. To the right, 22nd was a busy thoroughfare, clogged with the traffic of Capital City. To the north, the street was deserted--not a single car in sight. She stared at the street for a moment longer, trying to recall if she had ever seen anyone go up that section of 22nd.
"Ok, Peter...what's the deal with 22nd Avenue?"
"It's a long story."
"It's a long red light."
Peter sighed. "Okay...a long time ago--it must have been about 13 years now--a boy from this neighborhood was elected mayor. He pledged to do his part to fix up this side of town--better schools, lower crime...the whole shebang. So some folks from the neighborhood decided to throw a parade in his honor."
"Ooh, neat. Was it fun?"
"Well, at first it was fun. Just another silly parade, an easy way to kill a three-day weekend...but then things went wrong."
"What happened?"
"Well the parade started, and everything was fine and dandy. They went through the planned route, everything was fun and festive. But then...they reached the end of the route...and everyone kept going. It was still early in the day, so the spectators just assumed the participants had decided on a second run.
"But things started getting stranger. They reached the end of the route again, but kept on marching. Then it happened a third time. And a fourth. By now, it was nearly midnight, and the people just kept on marching. Nobody knew what to do, so they called in the police department. The police decided to set up a roadblock to stop the marchers...but---"
"But what?" Abigail asked.
"Well, the cops got all ready to block off the road...but once they stepped in front of the parade...they became part of it. As soon as their feet hit the pavement, they were part of this endless march. Same thing happened to anyone who tried to intervene--once you joined the parade, there was no way out.
"And, well...it's kinda been that way ever since. To this day, people parade around the neighborhood around 22nd Avenue. Never stopping, never slowing down. They don't even seem to get tired or hungry or thirsty. They just keep parading around and around and around."
"That's...amazing," said Abigail. "But how do we stop it?"
"Nobody knows," said Peter. "if we did, we would have already--"
Honk!
Abigail quickly glanced up at the traffic light to see that it had long since turned green while they were talking. In a moment of pure impulse, she quickly flipped on her left turn signal and barreled onto the deserted portion of 22nd Avenue, cutting off an oncoming delivery truck in the process.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Peter said.
"To do something I've wanted to do since I was a little girl," she said. "Go and see a parade."
Well that's one thing.
I mean I should by all rights spend less time here too, but I simply don't have anything better to do with my time right now. I suspect that'll change at least somewhat when I get a job.
However, I feel like ultimately the diminishing returns are gonna make it more worth my while to quit.
I have no social life outside the internet, so I cling to the internet like nobody's business.
Am I the only person who feels that there's nothing inherently wrong with that?
I do go out with my friends very rarely, but truth be told I prefer to be alone most of the time.
^Not really, but at the back of my mind there's some part of me that tells me wanting to be alone a lot is/was wrong.
Henry Bowers is the coolest fucking Swedish person.
meanwhile in the arena of Nordic rap, Follow Him To The End Of The Desert has the most awkward MC name ever.
actually I really liked it, I just don't really have anything constructive to say about it.
I like most of the things you write, actually.
I cared about your parade story, Centie!
^Same here.
It was the first thing I ever released to the public, if memory serves.
I'd read it.
Skimming over it, I think it's actually kind of stupid. All I really did was paste together a bunch of slowed down samples from the Free Music Archive, which, that's still sort of what I do, but I like to think I do it much better now.
Unrelatedly, I think that float zombies is undeniably my stupidest album.
so i am listening to smooth jazz on the radio at 12:32 AM
it is nice to know that smooth jazz and radios are still things, as well as 12:32 AM
are there seriously people who argue that this series isn't by Bomber Grape
I mean
it
it's either him, or a Ditto pretending to be him.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Dear God....