Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy. But here's a shitpost. So rep me maybe?
>RAPIER WIT That's my favorite part. But then I'm used to animutations and YTPs where you basically have to pause the video at a certain point within a fraction of a second to read the text.
OOPS. :v
WHAT. THE TIT. IS THAT BANNER. Also lol @ Nobou
I don't remember. That's my point. xD I thought it was so long ago that you wouldn't have been around for it. You saved my macro though. *makes heart symbol with hands.*
Oh my god did you actually save that I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE YOU WERE AROUND WHEN I POSTED THAT.
Well it was just added. Perhaps it can be refined. But this is hardly the place (nor likely the time) to discuss that hint hint :x
I just asked to have this added, and Misty did it on the spot. What a pal! Figured I'd share it with everyone else. Code is as follows: [*paragraph]text[/paragraph] with the asterisk removed, of course. Here's what it looks like in action. As you can see, it generates a slight indent, effective only on the first line of text wrapped in the code. In the case of adjacent codes, it also adds more line spacing to aid readability. So hey, there's that. :L
This is a bit from House of Leaves that I thought I should share. Something sublimely dreadful about it, and now I can't get it out of my head. Haunting. More haunting than anything before or after. The context: a description of a dream had by one Will Navidson, during a series of night terrors. Mia Haven entitles her analysis of Dream #1: "Wishing Well: A Penny For Your Thoughts . . . A Quarter For Your Dreams . . . You For The Eons." Unfortunately, as her treatment is difficult to find and purportedly exceeds 180 pages, it is only possible to summarize the contents here. As Haven recounts, Navidson's first dream places him within an enormous concrete chamber. The walls, ceiling, and floor are all veined with mineral deposits and covered in a thin ever-present film of moisture. There are no windows or exits. The air reeks of rot, mildew, and despair. Everywhere people wander aimlessly around, dressed in soiled togas. Toward the centre of this room there lies what appears to be a large well. A dozen people sit on the edge, dangling, their feet inside. As Navidson approaches this aperture, he realizes two things: 1) he has died and this is some kind of half-way station, and 2) the only way out is down through the well. As he sits on the edge, he beholds a strange and very disconcerting sight. No more than twenty feet below is the surface of an incredibly clear liquid. Navidson presumes it is water though he senses it is somewhat more viscous. By some peculiar quality intrinsic to itself, this liquid does not impede but actually clarifies the impossible vision of what lies beneath: a long shaft descending for miles ultimately opening up into a black bottomless pit which instantly fills Navidson with an almost crippling sense of dread. Suddenly next to him, someone leaps into the well. There is a slight splash and the figure begins to sink slowly but steadily toward the darkness below. Fortunately after a few seconds, a violent blue light envelops the figure and transports it somewhere else. Navidson realizes, however, that there are other figures down there who have not been visited by that blue light and are instead writing in fear as they continue their descent into oblivion. Without anyone telling him, Navidson somehow understands the logic of the place: 1) he can remain in that room for as long as he likes, even forever if he chooses—looking around, he can tell that some people have been there for thousands of years—or he can jump into the well. 2) If he has lived a good life, a blue light will carry him to some ethereal and gentle place. If, however, he has lived an "inappropriate life," (Navidson's words) no light will visit him and he will sink into the horrible blackness below where he will fall forever. The dream ends with Navidson attempting to assess the life he has led, unable to decide whether he should or should not leap. Chilled me in particular because the feeling of sinking is one of my worst fears. I've nearly drowned twice, both as a child: once by accidentally wandering into the deep end of a pool, and once during an outing with the Cub Scouts where I jumped feet-first into a lake too abruptly for my water wings to stay on. I'm still a poor swimmer, so bodies of water in general unnerve me, especially when I can't see their depth. I also don't consider myself very "appropriate" by traditional Christian standards, which do still cling to me from my childhood. Forming my own morals has been a rocky process. So, thoughts? Interpretations? What do you think is the significance of the chamber, and the mineral deposits lining the walls? of the people dressed in togas? of the well? Is it truly an image of Purgatory, or is there something deeper there? Does it scare you? Do you think you could make the best of things if you stayed in the chamber? And, perhaps the most important question: Would you jump?
It didn't freak me out at all, actually. One or two moments gave me chills but I think it's blown out of proportion. It is a very unique book, but it elicits more emotions than would ordinarily be expected of horror. In fact, I wouldn't have called it such myself, if that hadn't been my impression from what people said of it. It does cause some basic haunted house paranoia in the beginning, but it never tries that hard to make the reader scared. Actually, I'd say it tries a lot harder to make your brain explode than to impose fear upon it; this is definitely a Viewers Are Geniuses-type experience. Plays on everything from advanced psychology to ancient theories of the hero's journey and high mythological symbols, and beyond—some directly, some subtly. With this, naturally, comes a lot of primal fear, but like I said, it's not the sort that jumps off the page and nestles in your head. I've had more restless nights from your average creepypasta. All that said, I have a weak third eye, so visualization is difficult for me. There are some pretty haunting elements, both of the visceral, gory variety and the superstitious, ethereal kind. It might only be my weakness that keeps books from scaring me. I dunno, definitely worth the read, grab a partner if you think it'll freak you out but I wouldn't be too worried about it. Either way, better to jump in and say you've done than to sit there fearing what could be a life-changing experience. In fact, you might find the story posing that dilemma to its characters... Aw, shucks. <3 Well you're far more eloquent than I. I could learn a thing or two from it.
[video=youtube;niqrrmev4mA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niqrrmev4mA[/video] Never-before-seen footage of Misty fooling around with the mods-*brick'd*
THAT'S THE GIRL WHO MADE A GASTON PARODY USING AMON. I love her so much. ; w; Her lyrics are the cleverest. You can ask any non-bender handy~
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Right now I'm looking at a job in Colorado; I have some friends who work there, and they say the place has trouble holding down employees. I'm really looking forward to it. Been having so much trouble finding a job, and this one looks promising. Maybe I can finally relax and focus on the things I love without always worrying about money. Not to mention, one of my friends showed me pictures of the place while he was there, it looks gorgeous. If that does pan out, I'm going to start doing things I've been putting off, or things I've always felt I should be doing. I'm gonna write more, I'm gonna totally re-do my wardrobe, I'm gonna buy/import more music and download less, and I'm gonna go for 100% completion on some of my favorite games. And that's just for starters! I might fool around more with FL Studio and see if I can't start putting songs together. Who knows, maybe I can turn that into an extra source of income. In short, I'm leveling up. Please insert Disc 2 of My Life.
Slightly off-topic, but that mock-up screenshot is ridiculous. VIVI WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE YOU WEREN'T EVEN ON A NINTENDO CONSOLE. All I know is, I'm crossing my fingers for K. Rool, Mega Man/X/Zero/.exe/ANYTHING, and of course Geno no matter how unlikely. And, y'know, here's hoping it's not as broken and skewed as Brawl was.
Agreed, but no one with a working frontal lobe is going to call that mainstream. Unfortunately, that line of thinking, and of development, remains firmly on the back-burner. But the fact that increasingly bigger names are aware of it and are speaking out against it is an encouraging sign. If this keeps up, perhaps the trend will begin to shift.
It's not a complicated skill, perhaps, but the very ability to hold one does bar usage from many—potentially millions. And, once again: Holding a sword is not the same as knowing how to use it. So, on top of actually holding one, there is the skill to be learned of wielding it effectively. Kairi is not yet skilled, but she, along with the others, is still quite special. That's ok, it gets us more post count-*brick'd*
To the first series of questions: Yes. Absolutely. Inarguably. It would be disingenuous to all forms of media represented to say otherwise. Because each one not only does but must have distinct differences in strengths, weaknesses, and the potential spectrum of expression, or else there'd be no point. We would have a single, globulous, gestalt medium through which all ideas are expressed. Kingdom Hearts as a series of films might have been able to convey more intimate, tender moments where facial expressions and short lines of dialogue rule the day. Perhaps Sora and Kairi's relationship would have been strengthened. Kingdom Hearts as a series of novels would be free to explore Sora's thoughts and meet less resistance in showing moments of weakness in him. Perhaps he wouldn't have seemed as invincible; his vulnerabilities and how he overcomes them would be the focal point and what truly endeared him to the reader. Kingdom Hearts as a series of comics might have had a much more artful, unrestrained style, juxtaposing epic battles against sprawling backgrounds or vivifying the attacks of heroes and villains alike with wild brush strokes and an array of beautiful colors. Of course this only touches on the possibilities; each medium is capable of much more in its own right. Though differences (and by implication limits) must exist, artists do their damnedest to overcome them. Life's a wonderful paradox in that way. :'D Sadly, I haven't yet dipped in to the supplementary material. I really should pick up the novels...
