If they were serious about it, it would cause me to lose my mind and become a drooling idiot. (Ok, most of my friends wouldn't recognise the change, but it would be there.)
Even if the results didn't turn out the way you would have liked, it must feel good to get that off your chest. Everything'll be okay.
Strangely enough I don't feel bad at all. I feel just fine. Proud of myself for actually saying something. I've never told a guy I liked him before. To be honest it went better than I expected
Strangely enough I don't feel bad at all. I feel just fine. Proud of myself for actually saying something. I've never told a guy I liked him before. To be honest it went better than I expected
I tip my hat to you dude!
That is pretty darn brave, (I mean to ask anyone out at all, let alone one of the same gender).
I just wish life was more like Ni No Kuni, so that when I do eventually become a wizard, I could then borrow such power for myself. XD
(Yep. Still obsessed with Ni No Kuni. Best fucking game in years. A long time since I've played a game for more than 30 hours. I'm gonna beat it, maybe even 100% since I like it that much.)
Edit: Also on an additional note, Why do Old people insist on messing with stuff when it's not working right.
Somehow, my grandfather managed to screw up both his laptop and his desktop pc.
Enough to lose the Internet connection and all the essential programs I installed on there in the first place.
It's a good thing it was just the drivers and not a virus or anything, else I could have been over there longer than the two hours it took me to sort everything out.
(and trust me on this, I find my grandparents on my father's side to be absolutely detestable people. The kind of people that look down on others yet expect everyone to help them all the time, I really don't know why my father insists on being so nice to them all the time. They talk crap and just wander over whenever they need anything. Stingy gits too. Never did anything with us as kids really, only taking a half hearted interest in us now that we have some use to them.)
They were still trying to use a TV card in an age where we have On Demand TV online!
(and they have an unlimited Internet package, so there is no excuse not to use it. I mean it's idiot proof.... Then again these aren't just the regular brand of idiot though... -_-)
For those that believe life is a game of chance and luck.....what happens to them when they do something horrible...and suddenly their luck gets better than it's ever been.
For those that believe life is a game of chance and luck.....what happens to them when they do something horrible...and suddenly their luck gets better than it's ever been.
He got one for Basterds. Playing that ET music to send him off? WHY? Screw Brave.
I know. He's just going to get one every year until he becomes the first man with a special Oscar rack.
And I quite liked Brave. I don't expect everyone to have liked it because it has a very specific message, but it gave that message really well to the people who it was meant for. And by that, I mean mothers and daughters. If you aren't one of those, it would just be another movie for you. I mean, that movie did a mother daughter relationship so well that I was crying. Not at the end. In the middle.
Brave was not ParaNorman. Therefore, Brave did not deserve to win.
Before the show, I filled out a "play at home" ballot, opting to pick the things I wanted to win rather than the things I expected to win. I got 7½ of the awards "right". The ones I got were:
Daniel Day-Lewis(if anyone else got that award it would have been a horrible crime without ANY reasonable excuse or mitigating circumstance), Anne Hathaway, Christoph Waltz, Django's screenplay, Les Mis's makeup, Skyfall(the song), Zero Dark Thirty's sound editing, and Pi's visual effects.
You know, I keep hearing that ParaNorman is supposed to be good from you, Tope, and her sister, but I have yet to see or hear anything about that film that makes me want to give a shit about it.
You know, I keep hearing that ParaNorman is supposed to be good from you, Tope, and her sister, but I have yet to see or hear anything about that film that makes me want to give a shit about it.
It's a technically impressive Laika feature with designs by Graham Annable, the perfection of Laika's rapid prototyping animation process, which essentially cuts down on the worst aspects of their previous efforts(Coraline had pacing/plotting issues, while ParaNorman is tightly scripted without any wasted elements). It's a very touching story about being alone and different. It has a smart script with an excellent and dark twist and is in every sense the best animated feature film of the year.
The story itself is very solid and very well structured, but frankly the thing that gets me excited is how the medium of stopmotion is pushed beyond anything anyone has ever attempted prior resulting in some absolutely astounding stuff.
It's a technically impressive Laika feature with designs by Graham Annable, the perfection of Laika's rapid prototyping animation process, which essentially cuts down on the worst aspects of their previous efforts(Coraline had pacing/plotting issues, while ParaNorman is tightly scripted without any wasted elements). It's a very touching story about being alone and different. It has a smart script with an excellent and dark twist and is in every sense the best animated feature film of the year.
Well, that's more like it. I'm actually a bit curious now.
It's getting scary that my worldview is getting really close to Tony Soprano's.
If the ending is just a cut to black, like the ending to the Sopranos...we lose everything we've ever had in an instant. Our friends. Our families. Our love. Our possessions. Our knowledge. Our memories. Our beliefs.
"So after all is said and done, after all the complainin' and the cryin' and all the fuckin' bullshit... is this all there is?"
I'm looking over at the peaceful, beautiful, sleeping form of the woman I love right now....Ray Charles "I Can't Stop Loving You" is playing on the TV. And all I can think about is how much I love her. How I get to spend each day loving her more and more and more each day, and she'll feel the same way about me, only to have our love for each other rewarded in the end by being ripped from each other for the rest of time. Oh god, I'm going to fucking puke.
I didn't fucking ask to be fucking born. Fuck you, life! Fuck you, world! Fuck you, humanity! This is what I get for my trouble. And you have to do this to her too?
[takes a chair into another room and proceeds to kick the shit out of it until my foot is screaming]
I don't really pay attention to the Academy Awards. So many movies get awards for their "art" or "originality" when such things speak nothing to whether or not a movie is actually good and especially whether or not it warrants spending 9 bucks per person just to get in the door.
It's getting scary that my worldview is getting really close to Tony Soprano's.
If the ending is just a cut to black, like the ending to the Sopranos...we lose everything we've ever had in an instant. Our friends. Our families. Our love. Our possessions. Our knowledge. Our memories. Our beliefs.
"So after all is said and done, after all the complainin' and the cryin' and all the fuckin' bullshit... is this all there is?"
I'm looking over at the peaceful, beautiful, sleeping form of the woman I love right now....Ray Charles "I Can't Stop Loving You" is playing on the TV. And all I can think about is how much I love her. How I get to spend each day loving her more and more and more each day, and she'll feel the same way about me, only to have our love for each other rewarded in the end by being ripped from each other for the rest of time. Oh god, I'm going to fucking puke.
I didn't fucking ask to be fucking born. Fuck you, life! Fuck you, world! Fuck you, humanity! This is what I get for my trouble. And you have to do this to her too?
[takes a chair into another room and proceeds to kick the shit out of it until my foot is screaming]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! [throws chair across the room]
And that's all I can do about it^
Enjoy the moments rather than thinking about their end.
As someone with clinical depression, I've had to deal with the same thoughts since I was 8. It's not something you can just answer to yourself about, it takes time, but what it all comes down to, is a choice. Yes, that's how I believe the end is for us as well. Don't expect a grand religious rant from me. The choice we have to make is in how we're going to deal with it. Are you done or are you going to do something with the life you have?
It took years to come to a realisation that I want to make something of it and just as long to actually believe in it. This is what we have and it could all end tomorrow, so what are you going to do? Wallow and feel sorry for yourself, or try to leave your mark, make the world a better place, or more realistically, just make life better for those you're going to leave behind. Enjoy it, Appreciate it, Endure it.
If I'm wrong about our fate, fan-fucking-tastic, if I'm right, I'm prepared to fight it out til the bitter end. That's the choice I've made. I'm going to live my life, I'm going to do my best and I'm not going quietly.
"Through nature's inflexible grace, I'm learning to live"
Fawful, I think the same a lot of the time as well (but with the absence of the girlfriend bit). I just put my hands over my ears and shout "Lalalalalalalalalalala!" until I can think about other things. Yeah, it's not a perfect system, but it seems to work well enough.
Enjoy. Enjoy what. A bunch of moments and memories that are dead before they're out of the gate.
No, I'm not the one I'm concerned about right now. It's my family and the people I love that I'm horrified for. They're trapped, just like me. And either I go first, or I watch them drop one by one like flies, sent to the most horrifying zone imaginable. This earth is a beautiful place, and maybe God's responsible, or who knows. But this body is a hell. So you know what I'm going to do with MY time.
I'm going to make the people I care about, their last few moments, because that's what life is, one last moment after another, as happy and as peaceful and full of love as I possibly can.
That's all I really have to offer, unless I find meaning somewhere. I'm going to give them all the love that I have, and then I'm going to watch them disappear. Life is about struggling only to be rewarded with the most horrifying things you beg in tears to be spared from.
Every time my girl is afraid, my heart just melts. There's nothing I can do for her. I can't save her. So why do I even have love? Sure, it's chemicals, but it's not ALL chemicals. I dunno. I know I love her, and I want things for her I can't make.
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If they were serious about it, it would cause me to lose my mind and become a drooling idiot. (Ok, most of my friends wouldn't recognise the change, but it would be there.)
Strangely enough I don't feel bad at all. I feel just fine. Proud of myself for actually saying something. I've never told a guy I liked him before. To be honest it went better than I expected
I tip my hat to you dude!
That is pretty darn brave, (I mean to ask anyone out at all, let alone one of the same gender).
I just wish life was more like Ni No Kuni, so that when I do eventually become a wizard, I could then borrow such power for myself. XD
(Yep. Still obsessed with Ni No Kuni. Best fucking game in years. A long time since I've played a game for more than 30 hours. I'm gonna beat it, maybe even 100% since I like it that much.)
Edit: Also on an additional note, Why do Old people insist on messing with stuff when it's not working right.
Somehow, my grandfather managed to screw up both his laptop and his desktop pc.
Enough to lose the Internet connection and all the essential programs I installed on there in the first place.
It's a good thing it was just the drivers and not a virus or anything, else I could have been over there longer than the two hours it took me to sort everything out.
(and trust me on this, I find my grandparents on my father's side to be absolutely detestable people. The kind of people that look down on others yet expect everyone to help them all the time, I really don't know why my father insists on being so nice to them all the time. They talk crap and just wander over whenever they need anything. Stingy gits too. Never did anything with us as kids really, only taking a half hearted interest in us now that we have some use to them.)
They were still trying to use a TV card in an age where we have On Demand TV online!
(and they have an unlimited Internet package, so there is no excuse not to use it. I mean it's idiot proof.... Then again these aren't just the regular brand of idiot though... -_-)
I'm preparing to be angry at whoever wins, especially in the Animated categories.
I dunno. Just food for thought...
Life is like a game of Mario Party.
But you can win Mario Party by doing nothing.
If your parents are rich enough you can do that.
In agreement here. After Django, I just wanted him to have a shiny trophy for his wall.
That man needs to be in every movie ever.
He got one for Basterds. Playing that ET music to send him off? WHY? Screw Brave.
I know. He's just going to get one every year until he becomes the first man with a special Oscar rack.
And I quite liked Brave. I don't expect everyone to have liked it because it has a very specific message, but it gave that message really well to the people who it was meant for. And by that, I mean mothers and daughters. If you aren't one of those, it would just be another movie for you. I mean, that movie did a mother daughter relationship so well that I was crying. Not at the end. In the middle.
Before the show, I filled out a "play at home" ballot, opting to pick the things I wanted to win rather than the things I expected to win. I got 7½ of the awards "right". The ones I got were:
Daniel Day-Lewis(if anyone else got that award it would have been a horrible crime without ANY reasonable excuse or mitigating circumstance), Anne Hathaway, Christoph Waltz, Django's screenplay, Les Mis's makeup, Skyfall(the song), Zero Dark Thirty's sound editing, and Pi's visual effects.
PARANORMAN AND BRAVE BOTH WIN THE REMOLAY AWARD OF AWESOMENESS FOR BEING EQUALLY AS AWESOME AND ALL AROUND FREAKING ENJOYABLE
Technically they can. Oscar voting rules state that a tie occurs if a losing film is 3 or less votes behind the winner.
A bit spoilery, but this shit is seriously beyond amazing.
Well, that's more like it. I'm actually a bit curious now.
If the ending is just a cut to black, like the ending to the Sopranos...we lose everything we've ever had in an instant. Our friends. Our families. Our love. Our possessions. Our knowledge. Our memories. Our beliefs.
"So after all is said and done, after all the complainin' and the cryin' and all the fuckin' bullshit... is this all there is?"
I'm looking over at the peaceful, beautiful, sleeping form of the woman I love right now....Ray Charles "I Can't Stop Loving You" is playing on the TV. And all I can think about is how much I love her. How I get to spend each day loving her more and more and more each day, and she'll feel the same way about me, only to have our love for each other rewarded in the end by being ripped from each other for the rest of time. Oh god, I'm going to fucking puke.
I didn't fucking ask to be fucking born. Fuck you, life! Fuck you, world! Fuck you, humanity! This is what I get for my trouble. And you have to do this to her too?
[takes a chair into another room and proceeds to kick the shit out of it until my foot is screaming]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! [throws chair across the room]
And that's all I can do about it^
Too late. Jack Nicholson's already got one.
But I do cheer for Austria.
Oh, and no Oscar for Peter Jackson's last atrocious attempt at "directing", for which the word "LOL" was actually invented. Thanks Academy.
Enjoy the moments rather than thinking about their end.
It took years to come to a realisation that I want to make something of it and just as long to actually believe in it. This is what we have and it could all end tomorrow, so what are you going to do? Wallow and feel sorry for yourself, or try to leave your mark, make the world a better place, or more realistically, just make life better for those you're going to leave behind. Enjoy it, Appreciate it, Endure it.
If I'm wrong about our fate, fan-fucking-tastic, if I'm right, I'm prepared to fight it out til the bitter end. That's the choice I've made. I'm going to live my life, I'm going to do my best and I'm not going quietly.
"Through nature's inflexible grace, I'm learning to live"
Oh, please let the 2016 concept become a Grim Fandango movie, oh please oh please oh please...
Enjoy. Enjoy what. A bunch of moments and memories that are dead before they're out of the gate.
No, I'm not the one I'm concerned about right now. It's my family and the people I love that I'm horrified for. They're trapped, just like me. And either I go first, or I watch them drop one by one like flies, sent to the most horrifying zone imaginable. This earth is a beautiful place, and maybe God's responsible, or who knows. But this body is a hell. So you know what I'm going to do with MY time.
I'm going to make the people I care about, their last few moments, because that's what life is, one last moment after another, as happy and as peaceful and full of love as I possibly can.
That's all I really have to offer, unless I find meaning somewhere. I'm going to give them all the love that I have, and then I'm going to watch them disappear. Life is about struggling only to be rewarded with the most horrifying things you beg in tears to be spared from.
Every time my girl is afraid, my heart just melts. There's nothing I can do for her. I can't save her. So why do I even have love? Sure, it's chemicals, but it's not ALL chemicals. I dunno. I know I love her, and I want things for her I can't make.