You just lost control of the game. That character that you spent hours developing; levelling up; collecting needed objects and convincing other people to help him on his quest. Now you must watch as he goes through this major scene. Sorry you can't affect what happens. No matter how much better it could have gone with your help, no matter how far ( Read more... )

Have you ever noticed the rhythm of the English language? I don't mean what it sounds like when you are talking, but next time you are near a computer and someone with a decent typing speed is typing away stop and listen to the sound that it makes. The English language really does have a rhythm all its own. I know this sounds like I silly thing to ( Read more... )

In high school there were always jokes amongst my friends about thinking. I don’t think because it hurts too much. I can tell you’re thinking by the smoke. Then we started working, but I’m not getting paid to think. Which is a good thing too, because school never taught me how to think, instead they tried to teach me _what_ to think. Careful, if ( Read more... )

When all else fails, press enter.

I would write an actual interesting entry but my keyboard time right now must be spent on a 20 page research paper.

Now if you will excuse I'm going to go type my fingers down to the nubs.

Isolated
Alienated
The door is open, but it's still a barrier
I can hear people in the background laughing and being friends, but the emptiness of this room is audible and thick.

....damn it I lost the train of thought. That is bloody well annoying. Oh well I'll finish it later. Or not, you know whatever.

... and I think it's time that we throw it away ( Read more... )

Not to mention, a great way to start your day ( Read more... )

Apparently the private ambulance owners in this province aren't happy. You know having 14 ambulance under your office window all with sirens going is very odd. In fact they are driving is circles. I'll let you know how long it lasts ( Read more... )

The speakers are crooning. His amp is humming, guitar pacing. My back against the wall, I let my body keep time. Vocal cords stretching, fingers strumming and pressing. Steel strings vibrate in harmony. Foreheads touch and eyes lock, while music surrounds it all. The music flows around and through it all, cushioning and cradling. No need to speak ( Read more... )

Massive weapons, that stand 8 or 10 feet tall, yet they are guns that have neither killed nor wounded. The shells they have loaded and fired are mere blanks to produce sound and smoke. Camouflaged vehicles with no need to blend in. On a concrete city street their mottled green bulks make them stand out in glaring opposition to what their colours ( Read more... )