The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: OPEN BAR: Tough on bars, tough on the causes of bars« on: November 28, 2015, 06:32:35 am »
You should go away for a few minutes and don't come back until you've shut up.
One day, I shall make the news feed. Then they'll see. Then they'll all see! Mwahahahaha!!!!
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I mean, what if a woman laughed and was like "Oh, LOL, you're a man? I didn't notice!"
Shift the context just a little, and people will take it as an insult. NOT NOTICING who people are isn't flattering, it isn't nice, it isn't post-racism. It's just being a dick, unless you authentically have brain damage or a disorder that makes it difficult for you to perceive physical attributes of individual people.
I think I've mentioned before that my dad is horrifically racist.
He claims he's not because one of his best friends is Greek - and as he puts it, "You'd never know the guy is Greek unless you go to his house because he keeps all that stuff behind closed doors where it doesn't bother anybody! That's the good kind of immigration right there!"
The 'I don't see race' idea always reminds me of that. "You can have a different heritage so long as it doesn't offend me, the mainstream majority, by being obviously different."
So, I'm looking for some suggestions for music to listen to while I'm writing. I'm looking for stuff without prominent lyrics, and maybe a little ambient as long as it's still actually musical. This is what I usually listen to: C418 and Geinō Yamashirogumi's Akira OST. They are both pretty varied, so try to give a few songs a listen to get a good idea of what they're like. I'm just getting a little tired of the same two artists, but haven't found anything else that is suitable. Any suggestions?
Lawrence Welk in the Youtube Doubler with Godspeed you Black Emperor.
Trust me on this one. You're write until you pass out and crash.
As of this exact moment, I am 47. I hate everything, and I want the world to die.
It's all that clean PNW living.
He'll be hanging Christmas decorations in his beard next. Mark my words.