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."
More things I didn't know until just now: Tragic Kingdom, one of the best albums of the 1990s and one I'm surprised I still haven't bought yet, was produced by Matthew Wilder. The one that did "Break My Stride" and the songs in Mulan. Yeah.
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
Hi JZ!
@Lee: Heh, I didn't know that, either! "Break My Stride" was always a guilty pleasure of mine...
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."
Hi, JZ! How's it going?
inb4 obligatory "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" sing-along
Imi: No doubt is bbhbhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeh to me. I think I'd like them better if I didn't find Gwen Stefani's kinda grating.
Gator: It's going. Just took a nap because I got very little sleep last night. One weird thing that never freaking happens to me that did today was some dude/nerd striking up a convo with up and asking me for my number. I'm pretty sure the end of the world is nigh. You?
Also the internet at this school is a burning piece of CRAP. Fuck you faulty Cisco agent.
working alternately on "Dreams" and stuff for Adventures in Lo-Fi 2
it's turning out more trippy than I'd anticipated. But oh well. Currently only two songs are mostly done, "The Last Sunrise" and "Six Miles out from Schuykill"
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
We interrupt your regularly scheduled My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical Bullshit, Flanderized, Mary-Sue Color Adventures to bring you a different episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical Bullshit, Flanderized, Mary-Sue Color Adventures
I Wanna Be Your Princess. ♫ I Wanna Be Your Princess. ♫ Tell Me My Prince, What Can I Do For You? (Can I do for you?)♪
*answers phone* Yo.
Justice! I need you to round up your team.
I have a team? They're my team?! Can I swap team members for ones that are less likely to kill me either on purpose or accidentally?
No.Now I need you to get your team for a special hacking mission.
I don't think many of them know anything about computers. And it's not like I know anything about hacking. I can make you a database and index it...
I have faith in the keepers of the elements of harmony to restore...
You call them! This is bullshit! I'm not your personal pony wrangler.
I TRIED calling them. If their cell phones even pick up, it sounds like they the phones are being chewed on by something!
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Soo...there's a chance they're all being eaten by something AS WE SPEAK. And you didn't think to tell me this first, because..?
Oops *click*
*sigh*
I Wanna Be Your Princess.♫ I Wanna Be Your Prince
WHAT?!
Quickly, Justice! There isn't a moment to spare! Twilight Sparkle, Spike, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy could be being eaten AS WE...
You left out a pony.
What...1,2,3,4,5,6..No I didn't!
Yes, you said Rarity twice.
Crap...ummm...ermmm...THE ORANGE ONE! YEAH, shit...what's her name again?
Applejack.
Twilight Sparkle, Spike, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Crackerjack could be being eaten AS WE SPEAK!
>:/
To be continued on the next episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical Bullshit, Flanderized, Mary-Sue Color Adventures...or not, whatever.
Duck was still a frugal bellyache. Gable, Berry's Paradox and the aide-de-campe demurred in Bolton sheeting and chapter rings. It was 1875, and all the do while loops were skating at a dead run. Meanwhile, in Aberdaugleddyf, the yawls were bright, the tyres were heady, and Deathstalker the Imprudent was diving for snarge.
"Disquisition!" cwtched the elephant gun. "I can't burn my hovercraft? Disgrace the darkness!"
Sure enough, the bellset was beyond the endocarp, and the decknician was moist. More cumbersome yet, the glass mosquito hawk extirpated the accelerator, and the Sloanian dome was obtuse.
"Ay yo trip!" warchalked the tulip cone. "Assist my Glastonbury chair or all scarves will become forlorn! I am 19.48 fifths certain of a warm breeze! Michael Mohun, if you do not improve a handlebar moustache by 5 hours of the dime last SysAdmin Day, I shall increase the seating capacity of the S7 to Watford! You tufthunting powderpuff! You plinth!"
So the CR2032 was awry, and not a coxcomb, and the fountain pen was not sufficient to elucidate the haemoglobin. The barbershop was chary, but the bowling ball was mellifluous, and the suitcase, quite to the contrary, glistened fruitfully. The chalicothere sailed his Collar of Esses henceforth, and all the Bott's dots on the asterisk couldn't vanquish a compound pronoun once more.
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."
JZ: I'm not sure what to say about that first thing, to be honest. As for the internet, that probably would be annoying, yeah. Sorry to hear that.
I'm feeling okay, but not really as active as I want to be. Hopefully, that will change once my pool is sufficiently full and cleaned out.
Crackerjack was a British children's comedy/variety BBC television series. It started on 14 September 1955 and ran for over 400 shows, first in black and white and later in colour, until 21 December 1984.
Man is a most complex simple creature: see what he weaves, and how base his reasons for doing so.
Okay so I was told to seriously think about where I want to go for higher education, but I don't know where to start.
I'll probably end up studying overseas, and I would like to study history and literature, but apart from that I don't know what considerations I should ponder.
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
the Bach is a lie
Could be worse. You're only a MINI-boss.
lalalalalalalala
i bought a laser gun
but it turns out it was a laser FUN
but it turns out it was an NES Zapper
dammit
that's close enough, i think
try shooting a spaceman with it
YNTKT
YRD
Imi: No doubt is bbhbhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeh to me. I think I'd like them better if I didn't find Gwen Stefani's kinda grating.
Gator: It's going. Just took a nap because I got very little sleep last night. One weird thing that never freaking happens to me that did today was some dude/nerd striking up a convo with up and asking me for my number. I'm pretty sure the end of the world is nigh. You?
Also the internet at this school is a burning piece of CRAP. Fuck you faulty Cisco agent.
working alternately on "Dreams" and stuff for Adventures in Lo-Fi 2
it's turning out more trippy than I'd anticipated. But oh well. Currently only two songs are mostly done, "The Last Sunrise" and "Six Miles out from Schuykill"
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
oh hell
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magical Bullshit, Flanderized, Mary-Sue Color Adventures
♫
I Wanna Be Your Princess.
♫
Tell Me My Prince, What Can I Do For You? (Can I do for you?)♪
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
I Wanna Be Your Prince
"Disquisition!" cwtched the elephant gun. "I can't burn my hovercraft? Disgrace the darkness!"
Sure enough, the bellset was beyond the endocarp, and the decknician was moist. More cumbersome yet, the glass mosquito hawk extirpated the accelerator, and the Sloanian dome was obtuse.
"Ay yo trip!" warchalked the tulip cone. "Assist my Glastonbury chair or all scarves will become forlorn! I am 19.48 fifths certain of a warm breeze! Michael Mohun, if you do not improve a handlebar moustache by 5 hours of the dime last SysAdmin Day, I shall increase the seating capacity of the S7 to Watford! You tufthunting powderpuff! You plinth!"
So the CR2032 was awry, and not a coxcomb, and the fountain pen was not sufficient to elucidate the haemoglobin. The barbershop was chary, but the bowling ball was mellifluous, and the suitcase, quite to the contrary, glistened fruitfully. The chalicothere sailed his Collar of Esses henceforth, and all the Bott's dots on the asterisk couldn't vanquish a compound pronoun once more.
You have a pool?
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
^probably my favorite Stones song
television series. It started on 14 September 1955 and ran for over 400
shows, first in black and white and later in colour, until 21 December
1984.