Well, to answer your question, Imogen Heap is fucking awful and I don't know why people like her.
Well there's the odd fucking thing where every person has their own perception of things, and is allowed to have their own opinion. But I suppose that doesn't exist in your little "cheerfulBear" land, where everyone is just happy and hates Imogen Heap. You know what, you can take you're Cheerful little Bear foot, and shove it up your tight little bare ass. Fucking Nazis.
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BRO LET ME GET REAL WITH YOU AND SAY THAT MY FINGERS ARE PREPPED AND HOT LIKE THE SURFACE OF THE SUN TO BRING RADICAL BEATS SO SMOOTH THE SHIT WILL BE MEDICINAL-GRADE TRIPNASTY MAKING ALL BRAINWAVES ROLL ON THE SURFACE OF A BALLS-FEISTY NEURAL RAINBOW CRACKA-LACKIN' YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE HERE-NOW SPACE-TIME SITUATION THAT ALL OF LIFE BE JAMMED UP IN THROUGH THE UNIVERSAL FLOW BEATS
You know what, you can take you're Cheerful little Bear foot, and shove it up your tight little bare ass.
How do you manage to fuck up a word and then use it properly nine words later? You're dumb.
Shit, my minor grammar mistakes cause me embaressment. I think I'll go cry in my corner now.
And I suppose you made the above mistake to ironically ridicule me further.
srsizzy on
BRO LET ME GET REAL WITH YOU AND SAY THAT MY FINGERS ARE PREPPED AND HOT LIKE THE SURFACE OF THE SUN TO BRING RADICAL BEATS SO SMOOTH THE SHIT WILL BE MEDICINAL-GRADE TRIPNASTY MAKING ALL BRAINWAVES ROLL ON THE SURFACE OF A BALLS-FEISTY NEURAL RAINBOW CRACKA-LACKIN' YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE HERE-NOW SPACE-TIME SITUATION THAT ALL OF LIFE BE JAMMED UP IN THROUGH THE UNIVERSAL FLOW BEATS
If you like house or trance music and don't mind polluting your computer with Realplayer, there's a good local show playing on the Carlton University radio station right now, until 2.
When I saw "Imogen Heap" written up there I thought it was some leet derogatory internet slang for Imageshack.
Thus concludes part 4582 in my ongoing series of demonstrating that I have, in fact, become an old, out-of-tune with the world codger at least 20 years prematurely.
You know what, you can take you're Cheerful little Bear foot, and shove it up your tight little bare ass.
How do you manage to fuck up a word and then use it properly nine words later? You're dumb.
Shit, my minor grammar mistakes cause me embaressment. I think I'll go cry in my corner now.
And I suppose you made the above mistake to ironically ridicule me further.
You messed up the use of a bold tag. Now you're dumber.
Yeah, I was too distracted by the crippling pain your continual insults are imposing on me.
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BRO LET ME GET REAL WITH YOU AND SAY THAT MY FINGERS ARE PREPPED AND HOT LIKE THE SURFACE OF THE SUN TO BRING RADICAL BEATS SO SMOOTH THE SHIT WILL BE MEDICINAL-GRADE TRIPNASTY MAKING ALL BRAINWAVES ROLL ON THE SURFACE OF A BALLS-FEISTY NEURAL RAINBOW CRACKA-LACKIN' YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE HERE-NOW SPACE-TIME SITUATION THAT ALL OF LIFE BE JAMMED UP IN THROUGH THE UNIVERSAL FLOW BEATS
You know what, you can take you're Cheerful little Bear foot, and shove it up your tight little bare ass.
How do you manage to fuck up a word and then use it properly nine words later? You're dumb.
Shit, my minor grammar mistakes cause me embaressment. I think I'll go cry in my corner now.
And I suppose you made the above mistake to ironically ridicule me further.
You messed up the use of a bold tag. Now you're dumber.
Yeah, I was too distracted by the crippling pain your continual insults are imposing on me.
They tend to have that effect.
No...I lied. I just screwed up. Your insults weren't crippling.
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BRO LET ME GET REAL WITH YOU AND SAY THAT MY FINGERS ARE PREPPED AND HOT LIKE THE SURFACE OF THE SUN TO BRING RADICAL BEATS SO SMOOTH THE SHIT WILL BE MEDICINAL-GRADE TRIPNASTY MAKING ALL BRAINWAVES ROLL ON THE SURFACE OF A BALLS-FEISTY NEURAL RAINBOW CRACKA-LACKIN' YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE HERE-NOW SPACE-TIME SITUATION THAT ALL OF LIFE BE JAMMED UP IN THROUGH THE UNIVERSAL FLOW BEATS
You know what, you can take you're Cheerful little Bear foot, and shove it up your tight little bare ass.
How do you manage to fuck up a word and then use it properly nine words later? You're dumb.
Shit, my minor grammar mistakes cause me embaressment. I think I'll go cry in my corner now.
And I suppose you made the above mistake to ironically ridicule me further.
You messed up the use of a bold tag. Now you're dumber.
Yeah, I was too distracted by the crippling pain your continual insults are imposing on me.
They tend to have that effect.
No...I lied. I just screwed up. Your insults weren't crippling.
Jesus, i've never laughed harder at anything in my life than I did at some of the choice liners brilliantly put into text here during flame week. Seriously, how do you people think of this stuff? Are any of you teaching a class on soul-destroying putdowns 101 at any nearby schools?
I don't like to kiss up or anything, but good lord, i've been in stitches for days now, and i'm definitely going to miss this phenomenon when it passes.
Jesus, i've never laughed harder at anything in my life than I did at some of the choice liners brilliantly put into text here during flame week. Seriously, how do you people think of this stuff? Are any of you teaching a class on soul-destroying putdowns 101 at any nearby schools?
I don't like to kiss up or anything, but good lord, i've been in stitches for days now, and i'm definitely going to miss this phenomenon when it passes.
It's a good thing we aren't posting for your benefit. Your cleverly placed sarcasm might have hurt some feelings otherwise.
Also, your and SPI's box should be in the mail tomorrow. We had an exercise (fake war) over the last two weeks which meant I was working 12-14 hours at night. That made it a bit hard to get to the Post Office.
There's a halloween contest going already, but it's being done exclusively through PM's. It's called, "Guess how many titties Wakka will post in the month of October". Not pairs, mind you, individual titties.
BRO LET ME GET REAL WITH YOU AND SAY THAT MY FINGERS ARE PREPPED AND HOT LIKE THE SURFACE OF THE SUN TO BRING RADICAL BEATS SO SMOOTH THE SHIT WILL BE MEDICINAL-GRADE TRIPNASTY MAKING ALL BRAINWAVES ROLL ON THE SURFACE OF A BALLS-FEISTY NEURAL RAINBOW CRACKA-LACKIN' YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE HERE-NOW SPACE-TIME SITUATION THAT ALL OF LIFE BE JAMMED UP IN THROUGH THE UNIVERSAL FLOW BEATS
Well I've been chillaxin' in a pickle jar for a couple of months with my fellow negroes...
Actually I've been at home as opposed to at my Uni house and been going out lots but now I'm back I'll resort to moping around on here and on vent, so you can listen to my accent and masturbate.
Well I've been chillaxin' in a pickle jar for a couple of months with my fellow negroes...
Actually I've been at home as opposed to at my Uni house and been going out lots but now I'm back I'll resort to moping around on here and on vent, so you can listen to my accent and masturbate.
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edited October 2006
I am so completely confused and frustrated right now, that I can't help but feel like I'm going to have a panic attack any moment now. I hurt my hand last weekend so I couldn't draw for three days and I ended up falling behind in all my classes. So now I have this giant pile of work to get done, with limited time to finish it in, and I have the hugest mental block. Particularly with my comic book and storyboard class assignments.
I'm not even sure whether its this poorly composed Marvel test script I have to illustrate, or me that's making me so frustrated. It feels like theres way too much information being given to fit on each page in a comprehensive way. Like they actually want ten or eleven panels on each page or something. I just can't wrap my brain around any of this. It's way too confusing, and I have to do whatever this script dictates. Whenever I try to read it, its like I can't hear what I'm reading in my head. I just go completely blank. And because I can't tell whether its this script or me that's causing me so many problems, I don't what to get angry at.
No matter how I lay the panels out they never mesh well together. Its all garbbled to me and I don't know where to go from here. I feel like a stupid child who can't follow the most seemingly simple of directions. And those mean little voices in the back of my head keep jabbering away telling me that I'm a failure and that I'll never be able to make a living at this if I can't even get such a simple assignment done for a class. And this is just one class that I'm talking about here.
I don't mean for any of this to sound like more of my usual random bitching, but my head is pounding and my hands won't stop shaking from all this frustrating. I feel like I really need to tell somebody and sort of get this all out of my system right now. This is without a doubt one of the worst mental blocks I've ever had. Sometimes I really regret ever trying to get into this field of work. My GPA is so low right now that I feel like everything is riding on me getting this project done right, and that should I actually make it through these last two years of college, that I'll end up getting eaten alive in this fucking industry. I wish I knew for sure that it won't always be like this and that things will get better later on down the road.
I don't even feel like proofreading any of what I just wrote...
EDIT: fuck...figures this would get the top of the page...
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How do you manage to fuck up a word and then use it properly nine words later? Your dumb.
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And I suppose you made the above mistake to ironically ridicule me further.
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it's really good if you like this kind of stuff.
I understand if you hate realplayer tho.
I just use it cause this is the only way to get decent new trance or house in Ottawa.
Dear satan I wish for this or maybe some of this....oh and I'm a medium or a large.
Yup.
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You messed up the use of a bold tag. Now you're dumber.
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Thus concludes part 4582 in my ongoing series of demonstrating that I have, in fact, become an old, out-of-tune with the world codger at least 20 years prematurely.
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What exactly is he saying after "Grrr..."?
They tend to have that effect.
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douchebags.
Then maybe it was just the syphilis.
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I don't like to kiss up or anything, but good lord, i've been in stitches for days now, and i'm definitely going to miss this phenomenon when it passes.
It's a good thing we aren't posting for your benefit. Your cleverly placed sarcasm might have hurt some feelings otherwise.
The Blog of Shame -- Misadventures in Ruby
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Also, your and SPI's box should be in the mail tomorrow. We had an exercise (fake war) over the last two weeks which meant I was working 12-14 hours at night. That made it a bit hard to get to the Post Office.
Attempt to move her to her bed? (go to page 134)
Find an alternate pillow and way to sleep? (go to page 49)
Also,
Grrrrrrrrrrriiiiiicos! (ricos)
Which really means tasty, but I guess that was the best word choice cuz it has an R.
Heheh.. stream. Wait.. it doesn't even travel in a stream, really.. Forget I said anything.
Lesbians garner bonus points.
Actually I've been at home as opposed to at my Uni house and been going out lots but now I'm back I'll resort to moping around on here and on vent, so you can listen to my accent and masturbate.
Right? Come on people... It's even CATURDAY today!
BTW: www.stuffonmycat.com is badass
I remember you.
I'm not even sure whether its this poorly composed Marvel test script I have to illustrate, or me that's making me so frustrated. It feels like theres way too much information being given to fit on each page in a comprehensive way. Like they actually want ten or eleven panels on each page or something. I just can't wrap my brain around any of this. It's way too confusing, and I have to do whatever this script dictates. Whenever I try to read it, its like I can't hear what I'm reading in my head. I just go completely blank. And because I can't tell whether its this script or me that's causing me so many problems, I don't what to get angry at.
No matter how I lay the panels out they never mesh well together. Its all garbbled to me and I don't know where to go from here. I feel like a stupid child who can't follow the most seemingly simple of directions. And those mean little voices in the back of my head keep jabbering away telling me that I'm a failure and that I'll never be able to make a living at this if I can't even get such a simple assignment done for a class. And this is just one class that I'm talking about here.
I don't mean for any of this to sound like more of my usual random bitching, but my head is pounding and my hands won't stop shaking from all this frustrating. I feel like I really need to tell somebody and sort of get this all out of my system right now. This is without a doubt one of the worst mental blocks I've ever had. Sometimes I really regret ever trying to get into this field of work. My GPA is so low right now that I feel like everything is riding on me getting this project done right, and that should I actually make it through these last two years of college, that I'll end up getting eaten alive in this fucking industry. I wish I knew for sure that it won't always be like this and that things will get better later on down the road.
I don't even feel like proofreading any of what I just wrote...
EDIT: fuck...figures this would get the top of the page...
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