I have so many memories at this forum. The first time anyone saw me presenting female was a camwhore thread in Games & Technology. I was suspended from school when someone printed out a post of mine from the [chat] there and took it to the guidance department. A subsequent Help/Advice thread about my suicidality made a friend of Ceres, then-moderator, who would then become instrumental in orchestrating my senior prom in secret as well as my date.
I rolled in World of Warcraft on Dark Iron, the Penny-Arcade server, to be with friends from this forum. I met Matt there, and moved in with him in Florida. When Matt was awful, I met Andrew in Kirkland, WA, via the same method, the same server, and flew there instead.
My decision to simply tell my parents to take me to a therapist -- and to then come out in front of them -- was the product of an ancient Help/Advice thread where I asked people if they had had positive experiences with therapists.
Is that one of the gory ones, or just a scary one? I saw a few scary ones when the first surge of popularity for them hit -- back when House on Haunted Hill, The Haunting, and all of those were released. I saw House and it wasn't that scary, actually, but I couldn't even watch more than a few minutes of The Haunting.
I am terrified of animate objects, which is, like ... the entire basis of The Haunting. "We use CGI to make inanimate things horrifying and animate." I don't think it even had a plot.
EDIT: Oh! And I saw The Exorcist. That was actually more fun than it was scary, but maybe that's just because nowadays it comes across as so camp. (Original version.)
Well, I know that shuffle-step is a really popular form of dance which has its own subculture and music made to cater to its dancers and their competitions ... I think it might be Filipino in origin? One of the Pacific Island nations, I'm pretty sure.
Anyway, I wouldn't listen to music like that for any of the reasons I presently listen to music. When I used to play Tetrifast online, and I and other people would be dropping over 100 pieces per minute and existing in a Tetris trance, I would sometimes put music like that on in the background to pump me up.
But really, even when I want to do high-BPM dancing in my room or whatever, there's an ample supply of stuff without the hard edge from like, DDR, or just the plethora of techno/house/whatever to be found on youtube. That music in the video has no personality; it's more like an enabling white noise, so far as I'm concerned.
So, if any of you [chat]ers play WoW, if you play today you get a feat of strength for logging in on the 4th anniversary, and a Baby Blizzard Bear companion pet which is pretty darn cute.
Well, I know that shuffle-step is a really popular form of dance which has its own subculture and music made to cater to its dancers and their competitions ... I think it might be Filipino in origin? One of the Pacific Island nations, I'm pretty sure.
Anyway, I wouldn't listen to music like that for any of the reasons I presently listen to music. When I used to play Tetrifast online, and I and other people would be dropping over 100 pieces per minute and existing in a Tetris trance, I would sometimes put music like that on in the background to pump me up.
But really, even when I want to do high-BPM dancing in my room or whatever, there's an ample supply of stuff without the hard edge from like, DDR, or just the plethora of techno/house/whatever to be found on youtube. That music in the video has no personality; it's more like an enabling white noise, so far as I'm concerned.
So, if any of you [chat]ers play WoW, if you play today you get a feat of strength for logging in on the 4th anniversary, and a Baby Blizzard Bear companion pet which is pretty darn cute.
Oh, neat! I'll be online in the afternoon, when I am not playing SOCOM.
I really don't want to know that those people exist. I'm just curious as to what such a person would be like. I thought that you could have been the answer.
Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines.
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.
Baby, I swear to god tonight I am sober.
It's the reception between us that's failing.
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but I am sobering up).
Pick up the phone.
Tonight I feel like the hero of a rusting war.
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.
No use translating the trembles.
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation.
If I come back home, I am bringing back the bends.
So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal.
Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
I get a little hysterical sometimes.
The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental.
All that kicking and screaming.
Everything I touch starts peeling.
We malfunction like machines.
Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
I want to be a big star.
Didn't want to touch so hard.
Open the door.
I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
You're the reason for collisions.
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
Tonight is a shipwreck.
Navigating through disorder.
Now every electric star hums like a telecaster.
How punk rock is that?
You're so oblivious.
Baby, you're my oblivion.
I really don't want to know that those people exist. I'm just curious as to what such a person would be like. I thought that you could have been the answer.
Hardstyle? I'm pretty sure the local neonazis are into that. They are always looking for the loudest computer music with no soul, I think it reminds them of the emptiness of their heart.
I really don't want to know that those people exist. I'm just curious as to what such a person would be like. I thought that you could have been the answer.
Hardstyle? I'm pretty sure the local neonazis are into that. They are always looking for the loudest computer music with no soul, I think it reminds them of the emptiness of their heart.
This is entirely possible. Hardstyle is pretty much empty and loud.
Dude, I figured out like seven weeks ago that the right way to win was to not post or send actions in.
And now, seven weeks later, the village won.
Coincidence? I think not.
It just means that i'm a shitty host Drez. That is all.
I mean look at me i'm drunk and on drugs when I should be sleeping or writing narration. Did you ever stand a chance? Yes.
Nope, it means I won the game single-handedly. My mind right now is like a white cloud of happiness that not even your "reality" can pervade. So take your reality to a different marmalade river. You cannot float your boat in me!
Dude, I figured out like seven weeks ago that the right way to win was to not post or send actions in.
And now, seven weeks later, the village won.
Coincidence? I think not.
It just means that i'm a shitty host Drez. That is all.
I mean look at me i'm drunk and on drugs when I should be sleeping or writing narration. Did you ever stand a chance? Yes.
Nope, it means I won the game single-handedly. My mind right now is like a white cloud of happiness that not even your "reality" can pervade. So take your reality to a different marmalade river. You cannot float your boat in me!
It's not my fault that you're a loser Drez. Where's Irene?
Dude, I figured out like seven weeks ago that the right way to win was to not post or send actions in.
And now, seven weeks later, the village won.
Coincidence? I think not.
It just means that i'm a shitty host Drez. That is all.
I mean look at me i'm drunk and on drugs when I should be sleeping or writing narration. Did you ever stand a chance? Yes.
Nope, it means I won the game single-handedly. My mind right now is like a white cloud of happiness that not even your "reality" can pervade. So take your reality to a different marmalade river. You cannot float your boat in me!
It's not my fault that you're a loser Drez. Where's Irene?
She left. Because of you.
No-...no she didn't. Did she? I was wondering where she's been.
I'm not a bad poster when I'm not being absolutely retarded, am I? I like to think I bring a certain something, in the same sense that Drez is irreplaceable and brings a certain nothing. Well, not that he contributes nothing, but his ... something ... his shtick, I mean ... like, the whole point is that he says nothing. Right? Am I doing this right?
Has Podly ever made a thread about Drez? Podly should make a thread about Drez.
EDIT: dang elm that was uncanny
You're like a poster of New Kids On The Block.
I keep you on my wall and jerk off to you once in a while.
I really don't want to know that those people exist. I'm just curious as to what such a person would be like. I thought that you could have been the answer.
Hardstyle? I'm pretty sure the local neonazis are into that. They are always looking for the loudest computer music with no soul, I think it reminds them of the emptiness of their heart.
This is entirely possible. Hardstyle is pretty much empty and loud.
Did I just answer your question, then? I can be more descriptive...I've spent enough time on the local football fields and in the local clubs to be able to describe the racist young assholes more thoroughly. :P
I'm not a bad poster when I'm not being absolutely retarded, am I? I like to think I bring a certain something, in the same sense that Drez is irreplaceable and brings a certain nothing. Well, not that he contributes nothing, but his ... something ... his shtick, I mean ... like, the whole point is that he says nothing. Right? Am I doing this right?
Has Podly ever made a thread about Drez? Podly should make a thread about Drez.
EDIT: dang elm that was uncanny
You're like a poster of New Kids On The Block.
I keep you on my wall and jerk off to you once in a while.
Posts
EDIT: Damnit, I turned on Caps Lock but then held the Shift key down by force of habit. XD
Also, Oboro, quit doing drugs!
Now that all of that is out of the way, I can feel better about chatting.
I rolled in World of Warcraft on Dark Iron, the Penny-Arcade server, to be with friends from this forum. I met Matt there, and moved in with him in Florida. When Matt was awful, I met Andrew in Kirkland, WA, via the same method, the same server, and flew there instead.
My decision to simply tell my parents to take me to a therapist -- and to then come out in front of them -- was the product of an ancient Help/Advice thread where I asked people if they had had positive experiences with therapists.
And everything in-between. Then and now. Yeesh.
You've clearly never combined the two. And I can't help but think that dude int he chair is all kinds of bored.
Is that one of the gory ones, or just a scary one? I saw a few scary ones when the first surge of popularity for them hit -- back when House on Haunted Hill, The Haunting, and all of those were released. I saw House and it wasn't that scary, actually, but I couldn't even watch more than a few minutes of The Haunting.
I am terrified of animate objects, which is, like ... the entire basis of The Haunting. "We use CGI to make inanimate things horrifying and animate." I don't think it even had a plot.
EDIT: Oh! And I saw The Exorcist. That was actually more fun than it was scary, but maybe that's just because nowadays it comes across as so camp. (Original version.)
I do not know why. Most other horror films are lolfest for me.
I think it's more of a gore-fest horror.
Also, House on Haunted Hill was a pretty enjoyable one, also the Exorcist: III was my favorite of those.
It made old people horrifying.
These folks are listening and dancing to hardstyle. I add that qualifier because I need to know what a person who listens to this regularly is like.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCUuEfgqctk
Battle.net
Anyway, I wouldn't listen to music like that for any of the reasons I presently listen to music. When I used to play Tetrifast online, and I and other people would be dropping over 100 pieces per minute and existing in a Tetris trance, I would sometimes put music like that on in the background to pump me up.
But really, even when I want to do high-BPM dancing in my room or whatever, there's an ample supply of stuff without the hard edge from like, DDR, or just the plethora of techno/house/whatever to be found on youtube. That music in the video has no personality; it's more like an enabling white noise, so far as I'm concerned.
Okay. My search continues.
Oh, neat! I'll be online in the afternoon, when I am not playing SOCOM.
http://tricksession.com/
someone at the forums there probably listens to it regularly, if not many of them
t-shirts or hoodies?
Matt Berry is in this.
Fucking Lucian Sanchez from Garth Marenghi's Dark Place.
So awesome.
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines.
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.
Baby, I swear to god tonight I am sober.
It's the reception between us that's failing.
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but I am sobering up).
Pick up the phone.
Tonight I feel like the hero of a rusting war.
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.
No use translating the trembles.
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation.
If I come back home, I am bringing back the bends.
So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal.
Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
I get a little hysterical sometimes.
The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental.
All that kicking and screaming.
Everything I touch starts peeling.
We malfunction like machines.
Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
I want to be a big star.
Didn't want to touch so hard.
Open the door.
I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
You're the reason for collisions.
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
Tonight is a shipwreck.
Navigating through disorder.
Now every electric star hums like a telecaster.
How punk rock is that?
You're so oblivious.
Baby, you're my oblivion.
But see, that's why people always arbitrarily kill you so soon. You're that good. :P
You didn't though. Kind of.
OH MY GOD REALLY?
What the fuck is all that.
EDIT: Mine just cleared up after about a month, though ...
Dude, I figured out like seven weeks ago that the right way to win was to not post or send actions in.
And now, seven weeks later, the village won.
Coincidence? I think not.
This is entirely possible. Hardstyle is pretty much empty and loud.
It just means that i'm a shitty host Drez. That is all.
I mean look at me i'm drunk and on drugs when I should be sleeping or writing narration. Did you ever stand a chance? Yes.
Nope, it means I won the game single-handedly. My mind right now is like a white cloud of happiness that not even your "reality" can pervade. So take your reality to a different marmalade river. You cannot float your boat in me!
It's not my fault that you're a loser Drez. Where's Irene?
She left. Because of you.
No-...no she didn't. Did she? I was wondering where she's been.
That has to be the most homo-erotic thing i've read tonight.
You're like a poster of New Kids On The Block.
I keep you on my wall and jerk off to you once in a while.
Wait...
Did I just answer your question, then? I can be more descriptive...I've spent enough time on the local football fields and in the local clubs to be able to describe the racist young assholes more thoroughly. :P
But yeah Irene left because of you.
Ironically, I was posting the response to Oboro you see above before I even saw this post of yours.