Whats making you happy right now
#10814
Posted 31 March 2014 - 08:45 AM
One man posts a Buzzfeed link and is shunned by a community. The reason may surprise you!
http://www.upworthy.com/One-man-posts-Buzzfeed-surprise.html
http://www.upworthy.com/One-man-posts-Buzzfeed-surprise.html
They came with white hands and left with red hands.
#10815
Posted 31 March 2014 - 12:19 PM
It's opening day baby!!!
I've always been crazy but its kept me from going insane.
#10816
Posted 31 March 2014 - 12:34 PM
WW, are you calling Macros an ass? Cause I think you are.
What is the proper reaction when you see a good friend post something on FB that is supposed to be an intellectual musing, but actually sounds like someone's elementary school philosophy book report?
Is it my responsibility to:
A) Ignore
Start a Flame war with mockery
C) Introduce snarky comment
D) One up him with something more foolish sounding in case he is trolling
Discuss
What is the proper reaction when you see a good friend post something on FB that is supposed to be an intellectual musing, but actually sounds like someone's elementary school philosophy book report?
Is it my responsibility to:
A) Ignore

C) Introduce snarky comment
D) One up him with something more foolish sounding in case he is trolling
Discuss
HiddenOne. You son of a bitch. You slimy, skulking, low-posting scumbag. You knew it would come to this. Roundabout, maybe. Tortuous, certainly. But here we are, you and me again. I started the train on you so many many hours ago, and now I'm going to finish it. Die HO. Die. This is for last time, and this is for this game too. This is for all the people who died to your backstabbing, treacherous, "I sure don't know what's going on around here" filthy lying, deceitful ways. You son of a bitch. Whatever happens, this is justice. For me, this is justice. Vote HiddenOne Finally, I am at peace.
#10817
Posted 31 March 2014 - 02:43 PM
What was the comment?
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We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#10818
Posted 31 March 2014 - 03:23 PM
Tiste Brent Not Abyss Weeks Simeon, on 31 March 2014 - 02:43 PM, said:
What was the comment?
oh, some rambling wall of text about mankind's place in the universe and the sense of wonder engendered by our capacity for aiming our creativity toward blowing up the planet instead of curing death, you know, that sort of thing
HiddenOne. You son of a bitch. You slimy, skulking, low-posting scumbag. You knew it would come to this. Roundabout, maybe. Tortuous, certainly. But here we are, you and me again. I started the train on you so many many hours ago, and now I'm going to finish it. Die HO. Die. This is for last time, and this is for this game too. This is for all the people who died to your backstabbing, treacherous, "I sure don't know what's going on around here" filthy lying, deceitful ways. You son of a bitch. Whatever happens, this is justice. For me, this is justice. Vote HiddenOne Finally, I am at peace.
#10819
Posted 31 March 2014 - 04:31 PM
HiddenOne, on 31 March 2014 - 12:34 PM, said:
WW, are you calling Macros an ass? Cause I think you are.
What is the proper reaction when you see a good friend post something on FB that is supposed to be an intellectual musing, but actually sounds like someone's elementary school philosophy book report?
Is it my responsibility to:
A) Ignore
Start a Flame war with mockery
C) Introduce snarky comment
D) One up him with something more foolish sounding in case he is trolling
Discuss
What is the proper reaction when you see a good friend post something on FB that is supposed to be an intellectual musing, but actually sounds like someone's elementary school philosophy book report?
Is it my responsibility to:
A) Ignore

C) Introduce snarky comment
D) One up him with something more foolish sounding in case he is trolling
Discuss
HiddenOne, on 31 March 2014 - 03:23 PM, said:
Tiste Brent Not Abyss Weeks Simeon, on 31 March 2014 - 02:43 PM, said:
What was the comment?
oh, some rambling wall of text about mankind's place in the universe and the sense of wonder engendered by our capacity for aiming our creativity toward blowing up the planet instead of curing death, you know, that sort of thing
i usually go with 'Cool story bro'.
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#10820
Posted 31 March 2014 - 09:17 PM
See if you can get a "I for one..." style sentence in there...
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#10821
#10822
Posted 01 April 2014 - 10:23 PM
Just the place I was looking for!
Full of happy people with sunny dispositions.
I hate you all.
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Number of downloads: 0
Full of happy people with sunny dispositions.
I hate you all.

Number of downloads: 0
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain(wrong series, ed)
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*hugs*
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*hugs*
#10823
Posted 02 April 2014 - 08:33 AM
The ending of Toll the Hounds. It never fails to floor me, despite the fact that I know what's coming. Once I get to those last six chapters (the entirety of book four), I just can't put it down. Every Malazan ending blows my socks off, but even those pale in comparison to this. Still stands as my favorite book ever.
uhm, that should be 'stuff.' My stiff is never nihilistic.
~Steven Erikson
Mythwood: Play-by-post RP board.
~Steven Erikson
Mythwood: Play-by-post RP board.
#10824
Posted 02 April 2014 - 10:44 AM
I can breathe, that's despite my arch enemy, the birch, having the time of its year.. Might be the therapy last autumn actually did something, or the plethora of stuff from the pharmacy I've been gulping down for a couple of weeks now.. Whatever did the trick, I hope it keeps doing so

Puck was not birthed, she was cleaved from a lava flow and shaped by a fierce god's hands. - [worry]
Ninja Puck, Ninja Puck, really doesn't give a fuck..? - [King Lear]
Ninja Puck, Ninja Puck, really doesn't give a fuck..? - [King Lear]
#10825
Posted 02 April 2014 - 07:16 PM
I'm eating normally again, fridge full of food, and still well within my monthly grocery budget. Whenever I reach a certain level of stress, I lose my appetite instantly... which isn't great. And I really hate when ppl react positively because at least theres "the pro of losing weight" - um, no, not healthily, and not everyone wants to (and at my height and size it would be reaaallly bad). :|
ANYWAYS, this being the happy thread, I'm EATING A LOT OF FOOD, DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS FOOD. YAY.
ANYWAYS, this being the happy thread, I'm EATING A LOT OF FOOD, DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS FOOD. YAY.
Currently re-reading the entire series and waiting for Fall of Light. You can catch me in the chat to win a drawing request!~MISANDRY FOR LIFE MUAHAHA~
#10826
Posted 02 April 2014 - 07:25 PM
New Sonata Arctica album. I swear this is the musical equivalent of a sugar high - soooo bouncy!

- Wyrd bið ful aræd -
#10827
Posted 03 April 2014 - 01:11 PM
https://twitter.com/...616821419204608 made my day bearable
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#10829
Posted 04 April 2014 - 04:53 PM
The Difference Between Men And Women. This Is Genius.
withalittlehelphttp://www.tickld.com/funny/t/7457772 days ago
Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"
And then, there is silence in the car.
To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.
And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.
And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...
"Fred," Martha says aloud.
"What?" says Fred, startled.
"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)
"What?" says Fred.
"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."
"There's no horse?" says Fred.
"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.
"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.
"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says.
(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.
"What way?" says Fred.
"That way about time," says Martha.
"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
"Thank you, Fred," she says.
"Thank you," says Fred.
Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.
The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.
They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.
Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"
And that's the difference between men and women.
http://www.davebarry.com/book-page.php?isbn13=9780449910269See more awesome stuff by Dave Barry in his 'Complete Guide to Guys'
withalittlehelphttp://www.tickld.com/funny/t/7457772 days ago
Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"
And then, there is silence in the car.
To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?
And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.
And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.
And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.
And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.
And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...
"Fred," Martha says aloud.
"What?" says Fred, startled.
"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)
"What?" says Fred.
"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."
"There's no horse?" says Fred.
"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.
"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.
"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says.
(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)
"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.
"What way?" says Fred.
"That way about time," says Martha.
"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
"Thank you, Fred," she says.
"Thank you," says Fred.
Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.
The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.
They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.
Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"
And that's the difference between men and women.
http://www.davebarry.com/book-page.php?isbn13=9780449910269See more awesome stuff by Dave Barry in his 'Complete Guide to Guys'
but are they worth preserving?
'that judgement does not belong to you.'
'that judgement does not belong to you.'
#10830
Posted 04 April 2014 - 05:41 PM
caramelized onions. LOTS.
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#10831
Posted 04 April 2014 - 09:15 PM
I am going to a cat performance this weekend. http://www.circuscats.com/
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#10832
Posted 05 April 2014 - 12:23 AM
My vacation starts now. Have to get up real early tomorrow for my flight out, but that doesn't bother me - I'm now on vacation

#10833
Posted 05 April 2014 - 09:13 AM
Hahaha The 5 Greatest Rappers of all Time! some of these are just so outstandingly awful it is hilarious! NSFW due to language and also on the "Rappin' for Jesus" video it is just a bit racist (and I can't work out if they are really good trolls or what!!)
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.