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QOTD
"Is it just me or why is it that everyone I meet sound, look, and act like a choffer?" -Horace Jenkemshire at his own wedding
America needs to fix it's Educational system, lazy procrastinating morons are able to do nothing and still pass.
The proof? The fact that they allowed me to graduate high school.
Intravenous Ketchup #0003
Let's get one thing scientifically correct here... THE SKY IS NOT THE LIMIT! As far as science knows the sky is the limit for earth, or at least the Exosphere which acts as the last layer of Earth's atmosphere. If you are are talking about trying to reach a thin layer of atmosphere so thin that it barely keeps atoms from floating away into the Cosmic Abyss we know as space, then you are stupid. Besides just about everyone has reached the skies at some point or another. And I mean everone The Wright Brothers, the guy who did that Red Bull stunt, Harambe's Ghost, they've all been there and done that. If you truly wish to be unique or reach far, why not reach for the depths? Few people have ever dived to the true depths of Earth's oceans. The record's what? Like 6 people who have actually reached challenger's deep. And could anyone tell me how many people have taken an airlines flight before? My point is to stop reaching for the stars and instead reach for places people have never gone before. Besides there's nothing up there interesting anymore besides lost balloons, radiation, and leftover parts of space shuttle fuselages.
Thoughts about a strange star appearing in the night sky
The end of an era is never really happy or sad. We get accustomed to many of the words and feelings that accompanied the old Era that to see it go away represents us letting go of a part of us. All the memories then feel as if they are gone and will never be taken back. There's also the uncertainty that comes with something unknown that strikes fear into us as well as confusion and anger. It hits us so hard that we feel as if we though are falling hard without any help or guidance as to where to go. We lash out in anger, cry and act as if though the world is ending. Even if it's the end of an era that we may have thought was bad. No mortal being can predict the future, and even our best automatons and machinations can only give us their estimates of what comes next. Yet in the face of the winds of change there is a necessity to do one important thing. To forget who we are. To remember what we love and live for. The things that drive us to live another day. So that in the face of uncertainty we can remember what we stand for . And tomorrow will be that much brighter.
Advice for the Mediocre Supervillian #003
This is if you really are cruel. Either from your own supply or a very distasteful friend/family member, empty out a hand sanitizer bottle then refill it with a mixture of Vaseline and vinegar. Leave it to them as a "present" or offer it to random people you don't like.
I was screwing around with an old friend two years ago on GTA V. I recorded a video of us just causing chaos in Los Santos because for 2 seconds I caught a glimpse of the face of the woman I was carjacking. She was making this face without making a sound as I was carjacking her in the middle of the road. This has got to be the most priceless facial expression I've ever seen in a video game without being scripted. To this day this still makes me laugh.
Advice for the Mediocre Supervillian #003
Print out fake dollar bills and fold them into small clips of fake money. (Not too large or else they'll look suspicious) Proceed to leave them in places where people are more likely to find them. People will find them then and realize that the money's fake and then be mad at whatever monster left these around.
Advice for the Mediocre Supervillian #002
When ordering or going out or pizza don’t throw away the pizza box. Keep it for lame empty handed pranks. Then go to a friend’s or family member’s house take the box and fill it with random items (ex: stale bread, orange peels, leftover spaghetti.) Leave it on their doorstep with a note on top saying it was a present from you and to have a nice lunch. It’s the perfect scheme for someone trying to spread misery and woe, or simply has too much time on their hands.
Intravenous Ketchup #0002
If one were to look at a blurry picture accidentally taken on a dark night, could one possibly say much about it given it's story or even write 3-4 paragraphs worth of information on the picture? The old saying goes that a picture is worth a thousand words. But is that so? Can information on a picture truly be worth only so much? What about pictures of holocaust victims, or of the aftermath of the bombings over Nagasaki and Hiroshima? Even then for pictures that define much or are not as easily distinguishable, then there's not much to say. Yet the real problem with the phrase is that why does it have to be words that define a picture? Why not numbers? Numbers could provide just as good as an interface to define meaning as words can. Number combinations such as 1337 or 8008135 can still be understood by the reader as long as they have previous knowledge on the number combination. Watch as I demonstrate: 843 378462837 333463 3837984464 8428 93 5669 22688 843 96753 93 5483 46. Even emojis (unfortunately) can provide a "sturdy" way to communicate thought and emotion from images. This can be a good way to communicate to children the value of not littering: 🚯or👮will🔫and🚔take you to🌋 (My apologies, I couldn't find an emoji for prison so I used volcano) To summarize, a picture cannot simply be dumbed down to a thousand words. Many interfaces exist and can accurately describe a picture. So my proposal is to instead say "A picture is worth a varied amount of characters and character combinations based on whatever interface the viewer would like to use".
Nothing here to see or think
I understood biology, psychology, and even some minor ideas in physics correctly. Yet why is it that I just can't understand love itself. Not as a feeling but as a tool. Love is on the same level as hate in the ways it can consume a person to do some of the most deranged and odd things in the world. But why? Why is it that we let it have this kind of power? Why do we want this feeling if it can make us do all those odd things? Drugs make us do similar things yet people we don't go out of our way to get hardcore drugs all the time. Because we know of the addiction and problems it can bring. Yet we let love do it hundreds of millions of times over and we don't bat an eye. It doesn't even really appear to be necessary for life. Just a series of chemical interactions in the brain that cause us to act and think differently. But if love is just that, another series of interactions. Why is it so powerful? Love itself is like a weapon, With the power to create and destroy all in it's path. I might never understand why it even exists, even after looking at so many examples and experiments. But I will understand one thing. Greed can create a disaster, Apathy can create monsters, Love is the one true emotion that can make a human ,human. For without it a human can only live, but not enjoy life.
Advice for the Mediocre Supervillian #001
Step 1: Get a powerfull voice amplification system of some kind. Ex: large series of Speakers, array of police cruisers, army of megaphones. Step 2: Find a large social gathering like a parade, festival, or funeral. Step 3: Position amplification system in way to get maximum number of people to hear your voice. Step 4: Turn on amplification system in way to create an echo effect and yell into the crowds " OKAY GOOGLE"! Step 5: Listen to the Symphony of phones turning Google repeatedly due to the echo.
Intravenous Ketchup #0001
Logic follows that you are what you eat. What decisions you do everyday is what defines your life in the end. Let's put that analogy into cosmic perspective. Most plant matter on Earth is fueled by nutrients, water, and light. Nutrients and water is from Earth yet what about light? Yes it comes from the sun at the center of the solar system but what about the other light? The stars in the night sky are sending light that's traveled thousands and millions of light-years to reach the little blue marble in space. Yet this light is different. Unlike the sun several of these stars have been dead for thousands of years now. It is only because of the large distance that solar system is from them that their light is barely reaching Earth. Because this light still fuels the life of plant matter one can assume a small portion of plants can be made up of the light of dead stars. And people eat these plants. By that means are humans made of dead celestial bodies? But that's not to forget that decisions also make people who they are. Like the decisions everone makes every day. If you do bad things you are bad. If you get drunk often, you are a drunkard. You also go to the bathroom almost every day. If you poop everyday, you are poop. If you pee everyday you are urine. My point in this? To remind people they are made of excrement and the light of dead stars. [End conversation]
Leave me be in a land far from my own.
Where adventure graces every moment,
and time is but a construct without meaning
So everyday will be another new world,
and every memory will be a treasure.
but don’t cry
don’t give a sigh
for a new life awaits me far into that horizon.
Yes , yes I know that you can't actually steal the Eye of Magnus. However I'm working on getting mages from the College of Winterhold to help me teleport it back to Skyrim so it can glow in all it's glory where it belongs. ... Next to Lydia in my home.
Old picture I had lying around in a safe box. Drawn around a year and a half ago. Did it because I was looking at some art by Louis Wain and wanted to do something. Why am I here again?
Consumed by unholy fire was the city. And consumed by hate was the mage of it. For a mighty wretch stood atop the city with hate buried deep within it’s soul. Incinerating all around it as it looked on with malice. The mage stood looking as the flames bright in their dancing curled around the smoldering town. Yet none could describe what he had felt when he soon realized what was lost in the blazes.