ozoneocean
Do you ever get to the point in a game, when you get all the achievements you thought you wanted, get all the gear, points, etc. and find that after all that, it wasn't really worth it in the end and you don't really feel like playing that much anyway? But you still keep playing, except it's not as much fun now?

Life's like that sometimes.

Croi Dhubh
Bad sex with someone hot?

Been there, done that, but not in this case... Although, that's a nice, simple illustration of the concept ^_^

Ozoneocean
Life's like that sometimes.

Ironscarfs Ghost
Always!

The things you treasure are the things you never knew you wanted in the first place. The things you strive for: well the striving is the good part and the things themselves are usually worthless.

The game will become exciting again though, when you least expect it.

Be prepared!

You could be my lifecoach! :)

My drawing funk is clearing up a bit. Seems that if you don't force it, it's not so bad. Not forcing it doesn't make it happen any sooner, but at least it's not as unpleasant an experience. Forcing art is awful.
Ironscarf is right: it's the process that's the good part, the goal doesn't matter so much.

I usually have to Force starting any art (writing, digital etc.) Then once it gets moving my muse visits all the time. But shifting gears (e.g writing to photography/digital) starts the process of "forcing" again.

As for bad sex with someone hot, only the first time, after that she's into it. Come on you want good sex you have to go past "Kiss, Squeeze, In-Out, cum- ZZZzzzzz" ;) lol!

i have to force my self to start working out again. once i get going, it becomes easy to keep going. it's the actually starting that's hard...

i remember everything last night...from the pot smoking anti-dutch revolutionaries, to the dutch women that i hooked my friends up with....

being married automatically makes you a great wingman. (as long as you're hot like me) i've found that since i got married, it's been easier to approach a woman. and it's because now that i have one of my own whom i love and adore, i dont have to worry about all those other things that go with approaching a woman at the bar...so i go in and start talking to them, and then one of my friends stop by, and be like "hey man we're've you been?? i just.....oh helloooo ladies" obviously not those words, but something close....

of course 3 of 4 guys dropped the ball....

post script....

i just found a word translator on this computer...i'm amusing myself with it....

I want people to send in questions so I can do a Q&A for my 50th page celebration :(

I can't take people any more. They're so f*ed up. I don't remember why I started making an effort to be more social. That was stupid. I think I'm going to go back to the days when I didn't talk to anyone at all.

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their wastes and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!" And I'll look down and whisper "no".

On an unrelated note, I finished reading Watchmen for, like, the twentieth time tonight.

Hippie Van
I can't take people any more. They're so f*ed up. I don't remember why I started making an effort to be more social. That was stupid. I think I'm going to go back to the days when I didn't talk to anyone at all.

:(

Hippie Van
I can't take people any more. They're so f*ed up. I don't remember why I started making an effort to be more social. That was stupid. I think I'm going to go back to the days when I didn't talk to anyone at all.

That's weird, my rant was about this too.

What's the matter with you people? Don't you realise what you've got? Make the most of it now for gods sake cos soon you'll be dead and you won't even be able to sit around wondering why it's all so pointless anymore.

Edit: I probably could have sold that better?

Superedit: Look, as of right now, as far as we know, there's not a single god forsaken pointless place in the whole god forsaken pointless universe with a single god forsaken piece of pointless sentient life on it other than this pointless god forsaken blip we're stuck on now, which will disappear again in about two milliseconds, relatively speaking.

It would be ironic, would it not, if the pointless sentient beings who were lucky enough to be invited to the god forsaken party spent the whole time in the kitchen wondering why it was all so pointless?

Stop it please; you're starting to make me sound like Douglas Adams' hamster or something.

I can't understand anything you just wrote.

Ironscarfs Ghost
Wisdom

Custard Trout
Snipe

British people are tetchy.

You do know Ironscarfs Ghost is British as well right (well, obviously not. It's rhetorical, all right? Shut up, go away BLARGH)? Anyway, I seriously couldn't understand it. Is that what makes it wise?

Yes I know. -_-
You're both British and you're both tetchy... on occasion. :P
Except Scarfy is happier.

Why are we so tetchy? I really don't know.

Anyway Trout, would it help if I made it more fishy and custardy:

There are probably no fish anywhere, except us in this bowl of custard and soon this bowl of custard will be gone too. No more fish.
In the little time we have, let's not waste that time asking why: let's enjoy our custard to the full.
It's pretty good custard, all things considered.
Any better?

Oh, why didn't you say so in the first place?

But see, someone shat in my custard.

Maybe you shouldn't keep fish in it then.

Rant: Maya is evil and I hate it.

the dentist accidentaly injected my tongue with anaesthetic again.

Perhaps he just doesn't like to be interrupted?

someone shat in my custard.

I know that tune: Screamin' Jay Hawkins?

Hawk

On an actual rant I didn't bring enough money to pay for a college class that has 2 seats left. God
Damnit.
I'm not even poor.
I'm white lower middle class. Y'know, just out of the benefits of FAFSA poor people get and not rich enough to obtain everything effortlessly. I should have been a drug dealer when i had the chance.

So after YEARS, they finally put that old Mickey's Christmas Carol cartoon back on the air on ABC Family...and....my GOD they mutilated the thing. Every five seconds, CUT. CUT. CUT. They didn't even leave in the scene with Goofy as Jacob Marley falling down the stairs with his signature scream.

First off, the cartoon is only about 20 minutes long if not less...and even if they just stuck it on tv as a filler, they still had time for 20 minutes of commercials.

Way to rape my childhood ABC. I think I'll write you a little angry letter just because I'm so sick of these tv cuts making great movies/shows into lifeless drivel.

This is why I don't watch much tv anymore. It boils the blood.

Cut up Christmas special=go out and buy the DVD for the uncut version $ka-ching!

I had no trouble understanding everything Ironscarfs ghost wrote, but then I love Douglas Adams and once he referenced him it all clicked into place.

Douglas Adams introduced renowned atheist and evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins to his future wife. The future wife was Lala Ward who played Romana on Dr. Who which Douglas Adams was a writer for at the time. Seems everything in Britain always comes back to Dr. Who, just like everything in Hollywood comes back to Kevin Bacon.

You see there is a point to life and that is not to take anything seriously; it's all a great big joke so either cry and cry alone or laugh and we all laugh with you. lol! (Douglas Adams understood that and he was also an atheist just like his friend Richard Dawkins. We have great senses of humor, because we know that if there was a god he's the guy who's playing the joke on you.)

Well actually... There are no jokes. Just people who find things amusing. ;)

ozoneocean
Well actually... There are no jokes. Just people who find things amusing. ;)

The sage knows that is not true. That implies relativism which does not accept things as they are and never allows one to know what is and just be.

Without laughter life is without worth. All things are funny when seen for what they are as opposed to what we wished they were.

The sage never has a mind of his own;
He considers the minds of the common people to be his mind.

The common people all rivet their eyes and ears upon him,
And the sage makes them all chuckle like children.

Modernism is dead! :P

ozoneocean
Modernism is dead! :P

Indeed it is. Thank you for proving my point. :)

The Tao is eternal and not modern or post-modern; it is ancient and new. It outlasts all that comes after it because it came before and is right now.

"Post-modern" is an oxymoron. How can something in the present be after what is characteristic of the present? lol!

"Post-modern" is like "terror attack" or "Khaki-short": some moron thought it'd be a great idea to shorten a word... And by doing so made it a nonsense. The correct answers are: A. Post-modernism, B. Terrorist-attack, and C. Khaki-shorts. :)

Modernism is a contemporary way of looking at "eternal truisms". You are a contemporary person, Lao Tzu is not.

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Hmmm... Just got lumped with two graphics jobs... I went through my files and saw that they were already done. Messages aren't getting through here. -_-
On the bright side, that's less work for me! :)

Rant-blab: I have a scratchy throat. I never get sick; it's just these little things that make me feel BLAH yet can't prevent me from doing anything productive, just makes me feel BLAH while doing things. :|

Ok, so I finally got everything sorted and finally managed to sit down and get some work done on a project which is now several weeks late, due to constant problems with software, hardware, and life in general. Finally, I was going to get it finished, and then something else went wrong.

For some reason, Photoshop is stuck on the hand tool, it doesn't matter what other tool I try to select, it stays as that fucking hand. What the hell? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL? If I was superstitious, I'd take this as a sign that I'm doing the wrong thing with my life, but since everything else I try to do goes completely tits up, I might as well stick with this.

Why? Why can't I do anything without all the fucking stress and constant fuck ups? No wonder it takes me so long to do anything, because the second I start, something breaks or goes missing or simply refuses to work for absolutely no good reason. I can't even walk to the shop without forgetting to bring money or being hit by a car or being grabbed and babbled at by some drunken lunatic. Is there some sort of invisible demon following me around and making my live hell for shits and giggles?

Why can't I do anything without all the fucking stress and constant fuck ups?
Isn't it funny how everthing seems to stop working just when you need it most? I always go to sleep with a little chuckle about that!

Wouldn't be much of a rant though and it wouldn't be the Trout we love!

Rant: My five year old daughter has a boyfriend ...... :gem: