Charles and Sarah are a typical New York creative class couple -- he's in finance, she works at a hipster small press, yet both are indie-rock East Village veterans who aren't above snorting a little heroin on the weekends. But when they decide to take the logical next step and buy a condo in one of the glass-and-steel skyscrapers now dotting the waterfront of Williamsburg, their lives start to fall apart almost the moment after they sign their mortgage; and this is to say nothing of their creepy neighbors, their possibly haunted apartment, job crises in both their industries, and former friends still in Manhattan who are determined to pull them back into the debauchery. A touching ode to the a--holes ruining Brooklyn, this literary debut of "the Millennial John Updike" is a funny yet wistful dramedy about young urban life during the Great Recession, and you do not need to be a New Yorker yourself to enjoy his smart insights about city living and growing older...although that certainly doesn't hurt.
This basic premise could be genuinely funny if they just took it to the really dark places it clearly seems to want to go and kept running without looking back.
i'm just thinkin mountains is a good place to hide from crusaders. or a khanate.
also, i guess croatia (modern dubrovnik) had a maritime republic on par with venice? whoa dude. i guess that's why the fascists claimed that whole strip
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
How do other heapers feel about casual use of magic?
*levitates my mug back to the Keurig because I can't be bothered to get off my fat ass*
How do other heapers feel about casual use of magic?
*levitates my mug back to the Keurig because I can't be bothered to get off my fat ass*
there was a weekly world news article about how there was a severe obesity epidemic amongst psychics because they used their psychic powers for everything
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
Welp, that leaves me with only one way to heat up my coffee now!
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
Or I could heat up the coffee with magic but turning magical energy into heat energy isn't very efficient.
*holds empty raspberry punnet under boiling water dispenser in attempt to clean glue out of it so it can be recycled*
*a second before the water comes out, the thought occurs that the clear plastic punnet probably won't be a great insulator, and puts it down under the nozzle, to be safe*
*boiling water comes out, MELTS THE WHOLE PUNNET, reducing it to a clear plastic pancake*
All of me How dare you try to take all of me Can’t you see I exist wholly, with unbreached self-esteem, without you
My lips are mine How can I lose myself in you? I am still myself My arms are my arms Romantic love is a conscious expression of philosophy
Your goodbye Left me with eyes that cry But then I incorporated my own well-being into my hierarchy of values and acted accordingly
You took the part That once was my heart Love is not self-sacrifice, it is inherently selfish and I decline utterly any concept of love that does not take personal pleasure into account
There’s a saying old, says that love is blind in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions Show me the person you sleep with and I will show you your philosophy of life and your valuation of yourself So I’m going to go seek a certain lad I’ve had in mind He is my equal and I want him to crush me.
Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet He’s the big affair I cannot forget Only man I ever think of with regret I am in love with the concept of integrity
I’d like to add his initial to my monogram as a free choice only, never as a sign of ownership
There’s a somebody I’m longing to see. I hope that he turns out to be someone whose total and abject surrender permits me to celebrate myself
I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood I know I could be always be good To someone who sees a reflection of his deepest vision of himself in me
Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome, sex is an expression of self-esteem
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed, follow my lead, Oh, how I need someone who’ll respond to my highest values
So, when I was a kid, Diablo was supposed to be the terrifying game for grownups.
So, for the last day of spring break, I thought, "I'm in college, I can take this.", and asked my uncle to let me play it on his computer with m cousins.
"Art is long, life is short" did not originally mean what it now means. It was originally said by Hippocrates, the Greek father of medicine. When he said "art" he was using the Ancient Greek word "Tekne" which is better defined as a technique or a craft, such as boat-building or cooking. Practical things you did with your hands to accomplish a certain purpose. The Greeks had arguments over whether medicine was a real craft, just as we have arguments as to whether sociology is a real science.
By "Art is long, life is short" Hippocrates was actually saying that medicine is a complex topic, and one only has a relatively short life to learn it. The statement was translated into Latin as "Ars longa, Vita brevis" and from there to English as the expression we are familiar with.
Of course, unlike "the exception that proves the rule" both senses are true observations, so it's easier for one meaning to replace the other without people complaining.
my parents never let me play Doom 64 because it was rated M, and then when I played it anyway, the lighting was messed up so I couldn't see anything, so I never even beat the first level
I've been worried that one of my ideas is way too similar to it >_<
Man it sucks that an idea of a modern city populated by intelligent animals was the completely unique and original basis of that movie, and that movie alone, darn, guess you can't use that anymore huh?
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
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also, i guess croatia (modern dubrovnik) had a maritime republic on par with venice? whoa dude. i guess that's why the fascists claimed that whole strip
(also, happy St. Patrick's Day, y'all, hope you're wearing lots of green)
maybe i should read that massive book i stole found gathering dust on a shelf at school
I needed to get up anyway because I need to finish my lab book, but still.
How rude.
*a second before the water comes out, the thought occurs that the clear plastic punnet probably won't be a great insulator, and puts it down under the nozzle, to be safe*
*boiling water comes out, MELTS THE WHOLE PUNNET, reducing it to a clear plastic pancake*
um
turns out the glue is more resiliant than the plastic
15:00
A Serious Lecture on Alcohol*
*BYOB
How dare you try to take all of me
Can’t you see
I exist wholly, with unbreached self-esteem, without you
My lips are mine
How can I lose myself in you? I am still myself
My arms are my arms
Romantic love is a conscious expression of philosophy
Your goodbye
Left me with eyes that cry
But then I incorporated my own well-being into my hierarchy of values and acted accordingly
You took the part
That once was my heart
Love is not self-sacrifice, it is inherently selfish and I decline utterly any concept of love that does not take personal pleasure into account
yntkt
in fact, a person’s sexual choice
is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions
Show me the person you sleep with and I will show you your philosophy of life
and your valuation of yourself
So I’m going to go seek a certain lad
I’ve had in mind
He is my equal and I want him to crush me.
Looking everywhere,
haven’t found him yet
He’s the big affair
I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret
I am in love with the concept of integrity
I’d like to add his initial to my monogram
as a free choice only, never as a sign of ownership
There’s a somebody I’m longing to see.
I hope that he turns out to be
someone whose total and abject surrender permits me to celebrate myself
I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could be always be good
To someone who sees a reflection of his deepest vision of himself in me
Although he may not be the man some girls think of as handsome,
sex is an expression of self-esteem
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed,
follow my lead,
Oh, how I need
someone who’ll respond to my highest values
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Of course, unlike "the exception that proves the rule" both senses are true observations, so it's easier for one meaning to replace the other without people complaining.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Yeah, that happened to me.