Thoughts for ships

PhoenixEnigma · Postby **PhoenixEnigma** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:07 pm UTC

Whoa, you changed your avatar!

Wyvern · Postby **Wyvern** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:09 pm UTC

I did! I got tired of having a facerity Avatar, as nice as everyone said that one was.

Magnanimous · Postby **Magnanimous** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 6:58 pm UTC

Box Boy can has Totoro.

Spoiler:

Baldur · Postby **Baldur** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:04 pm UTC

Oh, man. Now my arms can be velociraptor jaws!

Ishindri · Postby **Ishindri** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 9:01 pm UTC

Oh dear dark gods three days till Otakon.

Internetmeme · Postby **Internetmeme** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 9:41 pm UTC

Ishindri wrote:Oh dear dark gods three days till Otakon.

Anime con?

AmeliatheShepherd · Postby **AmeliatheShepherd** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 10:00 pm UTC

...and then she realizes, in a flash of horror, that she has no idea how other people work. Gotta work on that.

Ishindri · Postby **Ishindri** » Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:31 pm UTC

Internetmeme wrote:Anime con?

Indeed. We have booked a hotel room and everything. My friends are more into it than I, I'm just along for the ride. But I'm sure it's going to be fun, if a bit overwhelming.

Sarr · Postby **Sarr** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:05 am UTC

I am now several thousand dollars in debt! Fucking student loans...

Also, testing if filters are still active - lol.
EDIT - And they're not. I miss burning cheese.

pseudoidiot · Postby **pseudoidiot** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:08 am UTC

There arefilters active. Just not that one.

Bruce Schneier
**misogyny not found**
lost twenty dollars and my self respect
SecondTalon
Some Asshole

To name a few.

Kewangji · Postby **Kewangji** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:10 am UTC

pseudoidiot wrote:There arefilters active. Just not that one.

Saladin's Mom
**misogyny not found**
lost twenty dollars and my self respect
SexyTalon
Some Asshole

To name a few.

...Now I'm way curious and too lazy to find out.

You, sir, name? · Postby **You, sir, name?** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:19 am UTC

Sarr wrote:I am now several thousand dollars in debt! Fucking student loans...

Also, testing if filters are still active - lol.
EDIT - And they're not. I miss burning cheese.

You can still manually inject cheese-burns. Or cheese-burn references.

Whenever I burn my mouth on hot cheese, I make sure to tell the fora all about it. It's been a while now, though.

<nyssa> · Postby **<nyssa>** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:43 am UTC

In the name of procrastination, yesterday I went and visited the Tate museum, which is a museum we have in the Mawson Building at University (dedicated to Douglas Mawson and largely used for Geology and such), and today, I am posting pictures of the things I found. I love procrastination.

I saw this and immediately thought of the fora. Oh what mass hype can do!

Spoiler:

I never knew what colour cinnabar was, and this isn't a very good representation. Its an orangey-red usually. But considering I've always known what the other colours in the original Pokemon were, and never thought to search for Cinnabar, finding a rock in a museum was pretty neat, I thought. Having found these rocks, I did do a search, and it turns out that cinnabar is most commonly found associated with recent volcanic activity, which makes sense, given what eventually happened to poor old Cinnabar Island. Learning is fun!

sje46 · Postby **sje46** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 2:18 am UTC

Ugg. I don't know why people speak so fondly of Kanto..it's not that great. The place is such a dump, really. There's only a population of like, 300 or 400 people by my count, spread out over 10 towns. Heck, Pallet Town only had like 5 residents. There were no police departments or hospitals, but there were like 12 animal hospitals. And the place was overrun with the mob. We didn't even have electricity...I actually snuck into the old abandoned power plant once.

e^iπ+1=0 · Postby **e^iπ+1=0** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:36 am UTC

Quiet, you. Childhood remembrances are always right. Stop spoiling things.

sje46 · Postby **sje46** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 4:48 am UTC

Related: http://i.imgur.com/s9Eif.jpg

NecklaceOfShadow · Postby **NecklaceOfShadow** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 4:49 am UTC

Awwww.....

<3

That's such a cute image.

BigBoss · Postby **BigBoss** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 5:09 am UTC

sje46 wrote:Ugg. I don't know why people speak so fondly of Kanto..it's not that great. The place is such a dump, really. There's only a population of like, 300 or 400 people by my count, spread out over 10 towns. Heck, Pallet Town only had like 5 residents. There were no police departments or hospitals, but there were like 12 animal hospitals. And the place was overrun with the mob. We didn't even have electricity...I actually snuck into the old abandoned power plant once.

Annnd, your rival's point of view. http://drawchan.net/dc/test/src/127575281278.jpg

sje46 · Postby **sje46** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 5:55 am UTC

BigBoss wrote:
sje46 wrote:Ugg. I don't know why people speak so fondly of Kanto..it's not that great. The place is such a dump, really. There's only a population of like, 300 or 400 people by my count, spread out over 10 towns. Heck, Pallet Town only had like 5 residents. There were no police departments or hospitals, but there were like 12 animal hospitals. And the place was overrun with the mob. We didn't even have electricity...I actually snuck into the old abandoned power plant once.

Annnd, your rival's point of view. http://drawchan.net/dc/test/src/127575281278.jpg

He doesn't actually ask you if you know what it's like to have one of your pokemon die. He says "Hey [YOU] what are you doing here? Your Pokemon don't look dead!" It's pretty heavily implied that his Raticate died (although not necessarily because of you).

Moo · Postby **Moo** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:30 am UTC

Blokey wrote:P.S. Hi again! How is life post-London?

In answer to the inevitable question: Life got weird, so I dissapeared for awhile. Back now, dunno for how long *shrug*

Hi! Life is good, thanks, although I really do miss the London meetups (and the fast internet and public transport). But South Africa has got bags of its own charm, I'm not complaining.

Sorry to hear about weird life

good luck with that!

Teapot · Postby **Teapot** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:09 pm UTC

I don't get how my mum doesn't understand why I get pissed off when she moves all the stuff in my room around and ends up raking through bags and cupboards to try and tidy up.

Rippy · Postby **Rippy** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:23 pm UTC

Oh my god, my boss (who lives 400km away), who hasn't found more work (data entry crap) for me to do in two days and is well aware I'm doing nothing, has been hospitalized and won't be working again at least until next week.

I am torn between concern, childish joy at being able to get paid $120 to read the Daily WTF and learn Haskell all day, or guilt at doing said browsing all day.

Postby **SecondTalon** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:28 pm UTC

Teapot wrote:I don't get how my mum doesn't understand why I get pissed off when she moves all the stuff in my room around and ends up raking through bags and cupboards to try and tidy up.

Clean her room. Be sure to move all of her shit around to places that "seem" better.

Ask if she gets it now.

Postby **Belial** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:31 pm UTC

SecondTalon wrote:
Teapot wrote:I don't get how my mum doesn't understand why I get pissed off when she moves all the stuff in my room around and ends up raking through bags and cupboards to try and tidy up.

Clean her room. Be sure to move all of her shit around to places that "seem" better.

Ask if she gets it now.

Man, that is the best idea. Where were you when I was 13?

Postby **SecondTalon** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:35 pm UTC

Western Kentucky?

Teapot · Postby **Teapot** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:36 pm UTC

When I'm no longer dependant on her for financial support that sounds like the first thing I should do.

The fact that I then can't find some stuff is just a minor annoyance. It's more a combination of the fact that I don't want her finding some of the stuff in my room for my sake and hers ("Oh hey, Mum, could you not look in that bag? It has all my sex toys in it...") and the fact that she's used "tidying" as an excuse to read my diary on several occasions before (to try and help with my depression and problems trusting people) and I'm worried she's trying to do something similar now (never mind the fact that I stopped writing down things when I realised she was reading them).

PhoenixEnigma · Postby **PhoenixEnigma** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:38 pm UTC

My ex concealed what can only be called mantraps in her (rather messy) room when she lived at home. Just sayin.

Postby **SecondTalon** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:42 pm UTC

Teapot wrote:When I'm no longer dependant on her for financial support that sounds like the first thing I should do.

The fact that I then can't find some stuff is just a minor annoyance. It's more a combination of the fact that I don't want her finding some of the stuff in my room for my sake and hers ("Oh hey, Mum, could you not look in that bag? It has all my sex toys in it...") and the fact that she's used "tidying" as an excuse to read my diary on several occasions before (to try and help with my depression and problems trusting people) and I'm worried she's trying to do something similar now (never mind the fact that I stopped writing down things when I realised she was reading them).

Sure, which is all stuff the unexpected clean reinforces. That you've just gone through everything of hers - everything. That you've probably seen things you're now drinking so you can unsee. That you've read things, thrown things out, moved everything around. It's a huge feeling of violation, and sometimes it's the only thing that works. I mean, to your mom, you're still a fricken baby with no real thoughts or personality of your own, nor rights of ownership to any of your stuff because she bought it anyway (whether or not she did).

That's how parents work, sometimes at least.

Postby **Belial** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:45 pm UTC

SecondTalon wrote:Western Kentucky?

So you say. But do you have witnesses?

Postby **SecondTalon** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:46 pm UTC

Belial wrote:
SexyTalon wrote:Western Kentucky?
So you say. But do you have witnesses?

A couple hundred?

Cytoplasm · Postby **Cytoplasm** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:49 pm UTC

I NEED TO CALM THE %^&* DOWN SOMETIMES

Postby **SecondTalon** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 3:52 pm UTC

Decaf, dear. Switch to decaf.

Mot · Postby **Mot** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 4:25 pm UTC

Every couple of weeks our university sends out an email to everyone concerning university-type stuff (I assume. It is promptly deleted because, you know, who gives a sh1t). Anyway so one was sent out today and some genius clicks reply-to-all instead of just reply. Then the baffoon in charge replies, but also replies to all. From there it got all silly with other people butting in and asking people to stop replying, causing more people to reply etc. (there was even a rick-roll thrown in somewhere for good measure). An hour later and everyone involved at the University of Stellenbosch has 30+ (and counting) retarded mails in their inbox.

Spoiler:

lol

You, sir, name? · Postby **You, sir, name?** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 4:45 pm UTC

Cytoplasm wrote:I NEED TO CALM THE %^&* DOWN SOMETIMES

SecondTalon wrote:Decaf, dear. Switch to decaf.

Laying off the anabolic steroids and cutting down on the cocaine also helps.

The Cat · Postby **The Cat** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 5:42 pm UTC

The relationship between the wasp, caterpillar, and my tobacco plant, fascinates me. The wasp lays its eggs in the caterpillar, OK. How does the caterpillar get on the deck, or up into my tobacco plants? Even if they could sense the plants, how do they find the stairs? Does the Wasp reciprocate the miracle of life and transport caterpillar larva to my tobacco plants? Microscopic questions have been running in the background of my brain for the past 4 hours. If so, the codependent relationship would be rather freaky...... Or maybe not as uncommon as you think. Won't you join me on the "Discover Channel" as we explore our similarities with the microscopic world.

Fossa · Postby **Fossa** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:08 pm UTC

This forum has a tendency to muffle my misanthropic mindset.

It's difficult to pin it down with mere words; call it a persistent feeling that society as it exists is not fit. I don't feel depressed, or angry, or anxious. There is no sense of impending doom, just a vague notion that civilization as we know it is bound to collapse, that it should collapse, and that while things will be horrible when it happens, they will be better as well.

Then you wonderful people come along and remind me that there are legitimately good, intelligent people out there amongst the noise and I'm filled with the inexplicable idea that maybe things will work out after all.

Clearly I need to read more Richard K. Morgan.

Also, accidental alliteration is awesome.

Giant Speck · Postby **Giant Speck** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:09 pm UTC

"Airplanes" by B.O.B. is on my Pandora station. I like this song, but only because Hayley Williams is featured on it, and if I give it a thumbs-up, I'm afraid I'm suddenly going to get a whole bunch of rap on my Pandora. DO NOT WANT.

Giant Speck · Postby **Giant Speck** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:10 pm UTC

The Cat wrote:The relationship between the wasp, caterpillar, and my tobacco plant, fascinates me. The wasp lays its eggs in the caterpillar, OK. How does the caterpillar get on the deck, or up into my tobacco plants? Even if they could sense the plants, how do they find the stairs? Does the Wasp reciprocate the miracle of life and transport caterpillar larva to my tobacco plants? Microscopic questions have been running in the background of my brain for the past 4 hours. If so, the codependent relationship would be rather freaky...... Or maybe not as uncommon as you think. Won't you join me on the "Discover Channel" as we explore our similarities with the microscopic world.

BBC Earth > anything the Discovery Channel could come up with.

emceng · Postby **emceng** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:25 pm UTC

I didn't write this(I'd love to be able to write this well). It's just something I have read, and re-read once in a while. \

You've had the nagging sensation for a while. Had it as you sit there on the couch that your fiance picked out from Haverty's, brown suede that matches the curtains and those modern art paintings that look to you like a loose scatter of toothpicks viewed through sea glass but are inexplicably titled "From My Heart" and "Bosom." You weigh the PS3 controller in your hand as you wait for the Netflix menu to open. It was smart, buying the PS3. A sensible move. You get Blu-Ray movies and you get games, and you get the media center, too, although honestly that's a feature you never use. You wish you did. You know you should. There are starving children in the world who have probably never even heard of a media center, and for you to just ignore the one you have...

You pop open your Sam Adams. A winter lager. You don't know what you are going to watch. Your queue has grown so long. You add movies to it faster than you can watch them.

And that's when it occurs to you. The thought is like a crashing wave, one that sucks the air from your lungs and leaves your legs buckled and weak. You may never actually get through your queue. You may die first. In fact, you will die first. You know this. You will die before you even get halfway down to the movie you've most recently added, some old Jeff Bridges boxing flick called Fat City that you'd never heard of before. But, hey, Jeff Bridges. And now you may never see it at all.

And is this it? Is this mortality? Is your life truly measured against an ever-growing Netflix queue? If that's true, then you are merely Sisyphus reborn. Your entire life a testament to the unfinished. The unachievable. This brown couch...is this the couch you will always have? You have never owned a beanbag chair, though you have dreamed of one since childhood. Your PS3, so sensible, so smart...but will you never have an XBox? Will you never play Halo online? And your fiance, her cute bangs and cute laugh and cute perky chest--will there never be another? There are other girls to date. Girls with tramp stamps, girls with breasts like pendulums, girls who would do things to you that you can't even vocalize. There are more, so many more, and you will never have them all. You will die first.

This is what you realize. This is the nagging feeling you've had. You switch off the controller and you sag back into that brown couch, stare up at the paintings and take a long drink. You close your eyes, and you weep. Long, wracking sobs that rend your chest. You weep for the world, and for for what you will never be.

podbaydoor · Postby **podbaydoor** » Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:30 pm UTC

And then you get up and carry on living life with a renewed sense of purpose (you may not finish, but you can damn well try) instead of weeping like an angsty wimp?

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