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Show posts MenuQuote from: Halfbaked1 on October 21, 2009, 10:17:52 AMDamnedest things, aren't they? Not people, but those little optimists in the corners. Most of the time I can't hear mine over the screaming, though.Quote from: Brotep on October 21, 2009, 06:37:32 AMQuote from: Halfbaked1 on October 21, 2009, 06:10:50 AM
Racism, Hate Speech, Intolerance...when people stop judging each other by their religion or the color of their skin we might actually manage to accomplish something other than war and killing.
Yeah. Probably not, though.
Oh yeah, I know that. But the tiny optimist I keep strapped in a far corner of my mind needed to have a word.
Quote from: Nigel on October 21, 2009, 01:47:41 AMThat was so awkward when my mom had one.
I still wish my mom wasn't on it, though.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 20, 2009, 11:49:17 PM^ This. My parents are that age (they turned 54 this year) and my father agrees with you there, TGRR.
Yep. And the "middle" between my generation and my father's generation is most at fault (people that are 50-55 right now). The boomers get a bad rap.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 20, 2009, 11:56:23 PMOr so polluted with toxic chemicals that breathing kills you, one brain cell at a time.
We've also been sure to have WAY too many kids, world-wide. Now the planet is turning into desert.
You're welcome.
Quote from: JohNyx on October 20, 2009, 06:58:44 AMNo, I don't, nor do I think any such internet test would be very accurate anyway. Please learn 2 psychology.
well, do you know any good ones? would be interesting to try it out and make a poll
Quote from: JohNyx on October 20, 2009, 01:16:45 PMPlease shut up. You're very irritating and I don't think you know what you're talking about since you really had no idea what co-dependency was.
i think your prose is cute, i imagine an angry kitten inside a floating basket, in the middle of a pool, while children play a game of "sink" with water balloons.
Quote from: Kai on October 20, 2009, 02:55:07 PMSounds like you did what we call "dramatic interpretation" here on the West Coast. I never liked DI, due to all the "She Said Yes" and rape BS. But once in a while, there was a super awesome one and I think you were probably doing it right when you picked slightly less depressing ones.
I remember forensics in high school. It was probably my favorite thing about high school, amid all the bullshit. The whole week I would sit in class and deal with all the bullshit from other students, but then on Saturday morning I would put on my suit and catch the bus whatever school the meet was at. Sweating and nervous I waited, but I had practiced, practiced well. I spoke the prose category, and if you know prose Corv, you know that it tends to be filled with depressing holocaust/cancer/nazirape stories. I always chose a piece that was somewhat funny, if not hilarious, just to break the depressing pallor of the rounds. So I would get up in my suit, and I would read, and once I got started, the nevousness went away. I enjoyed it, enjoyed telling a story, enjoyed reading poetry when I tried that as well. Forensics is probably the reason I can get up before a crowd and speak today, even if it still makes me nervous. And although I only won conference once, and I got second place at a big meet, I felt good about doing it. The only good thing about high school, in all that hell.
Quote from: GA on October 20, 2009, 02:48:02 AMYou live in Calipornia, yes? They're here, too, but sort of mesh with the hipsters, sort of. Like a hipster and a mall goth had a bastard child with drama queen tendencies.
I don't know any emo people. Are they a regional phenomena or something?
QuoteThe trio of long-haired teenagers grasped the plaza wall to shield their bodies as hundreds of youths kicked and punched them while filming the beating on cell phone cameras. "Kill the emos," shouted the assailants, who had organized over the Internet to launch the attack in Mexico's central city of Queretaro. After police eventually steamed in and made arrests, the bloody victims lay sobbing on the concrete waiting for ambulances while the mob ran through the nearby streets laughing and cheering.