Yeah, I write little things all the time. Usually I end up using them somewhere, I guess, or I delete them. Generally it's not quite the same, though, because with writing there's no brain-eye-motor connection to get working, it's all brain, and if it's a story I've got in progress I generally know what I'm writing, more akin to a gigantic oil canvas you're coming back to.
Uncut Sekritmeth, what? All Sekritmeth is the same quality, fucking horrible.
Okay, here is the thing, in my old apartment a mouse ran over my foot and I literally screamed and ran into my office and got up on my desk chair and started wailing. I'm not even afraid of mice, and I lived for the rest of the year (which was, like, several months) in this apartment with my mouse friend, or mice friends, but I was like, "Yeah, Kyle would have that reaction, girlish terror."
Getting people presents is complete bullshit unless you actually know what they would like. Some of us do better at it than others. I do bad.
I don't think Kyle would actually hate mice or anything like that, I think he'd be into it, but I also think he'd probably think he was supposed to act like he did and go along with it. Like, this is his role, hygiene-concerned chair hopper. So maybe it's not so much a thawing as a resignation.
YOU ARE WELCOME.
I should write more incredibly short horrible stories.
Between you replying to me and me replying to you this commenting system actually got more shitty. They have made it super easy to log in when commenting, though! Whic
... which results in me submitting comments prematurely by accident!!! ha ha ha
This is a good point, yeah -- I guess the writer's equivalent to warm up doodling would be playing some Mario Teaches Typing. Which everyone should do anyway, so.
Haha, aww. Having anything run over your body is pretty scary. I'd probably react the same. Hey remember that one relevant SP episode?? Yeah it kind of sucked.
As John Waters once said, last week, it means so much more to get someone some shitty weird gift they won't love than to get them a stupid gift card, because then at least you went out and got something. Which I can agree with. Wow, I really wish I had money.
Okay look maybe the world isn't ready for Kyle the Pleasure Model, okay. Maybe that will have to stay burrowed away in my wonderful head, all sticky and gross.
Blech, okay. I hate everything about LiveJournal now. They're just turning it into Tumblr with comments, which is still better than Tumblr, because Tumblr has no comments, but -- aughhhhh, everything good was invented before 2001, you guys, is that so hard to understand?
ANYWAY. Back on planet Kyle's assgina, I did not use Mario Teaches Typing, but rather, Type to Learn. I guess I learned how to type. I'm using like all my fingers and shit, my pinkies be on the semicolons and all that. But, yeah, I do typity type a lot and it feels really good, like, it gets me exciiiiiited. Maybe that's the writing equivalent of doodling? But then, from what I've seen of your process, you tend to sketch ideas out and then work on the ones you like and build those into bigger pictures, which I guess is more like an outline for me.
John Waters, praise him with great praise. Look, from my perspective, I don't want any shit, so don't even get me anything, please, that's how I know you care about me, you know what I'm like and that I don't like crap, except pretty shoes and dresses, in which case, hand it over. But this entire comment is getting s u p e r annoying. Here's what's true: You're a fucking artist and you can make people things, beautiful things, and that's worth way more than anything else. Like, just a nice card is okay, really.
Kyle the Pleasure Model comes with a self-cleaning module.
This is actually pretty snazzy, I'm not gonna lie. Tumblr is so bewildering. The most. Forever. Because I am 84 years old BUT AT LEAST there aren't pop up video ads there like there are here.
Aw fuck, I used that! But actually I had JUMP START TYPING at home, because my parents bought me shit like that instead of Pokemon. It was so intimidating. You had to spell correctly or else everyone would fucking die in an avalanche or starve to death in a prison cell or something, I dunno.
Lately I want to paint everybody oil paintings. Which is ... the same as two years ago when I wanted to paint everybody acrylic paintings! So far I have finished ONE PAINTING. I have a list of like 10 paintings I need to paint adsflkj. Anyway my point is YOU'RE ON IT so like some day I'm gonna make you an oil painting of Craig's balls or w/e. And you will get it in the mail and cry.
Not even Kyle's cleaning module can do away with the cavalcade of spunk that drenches his body inside and out on a regular basis.
Do the LJ redesigns make you want to use the site more often? Yes? Maybe? I have never seen a pop-up video ad on LiveJournal. Maybe it's because I have AdBlocker. Maybe.
Learning how to type was something we did in school for like an hour a day, for quite some time. You'd think I'd be a lot better about it, then, but I typo on everything. People, like my mom, tell me I type fast and I'm like, sure, but I'm very inaccurate.
I really really am excited to get an oil painting of anything, Craig's balls or not. I will get it in the mail and be so happy and pay to have it framed and hang it up and be really pleased.
This is how Stan becomes a good robot owner, he teaches Kyle how to clean ... himself. "It's called a rag," he says, somewhat bewildered, kind of splashing it under the faucet. Kyle is so grateful he bursts into tears and then needs to be rebooted.
Yeah, I write little things all the time. Usually I end up using them somewhere, I guess, or I delete them. Generally it's not quite the same, though, because with writing there's no brain-eye-motor connection to get working, it's all brain, and if it's a story I've got in progress I generally know what I'm writing, more akin to a gigantic oil canvas you're coming back to.
Uncut Sekritmeth, what? All Sekritmeth is the same quality, fucking horrible.
Okay, here is the thing, in my old apartment a mouse ran over my foot and I literally screamed and ran into my office and got up on my desk chair and started wailing. I'm not even afraid of mice, and I lived for the rest of the year (which was, like, several months) in this apartment with my mouse friend, or mice friends, but I was like, "Yeah, Kyle would have that reaction, girlish terror."
Getting people presents is complete bullshit unless you actually know what they would like. Some of us do better at it than others. I do bad.
I don't think Kyle would actually hate mice or anything like that, I think he'd be into it, but I also think he'd probably think he was supposed to act like he did and go along with it. Like, this is his role, hygiene-concerned chair hopper. So maybe it's not so much a thawing as a resignation.
YOU ARE WELCOME.
I should write more incredibly short horrible stories.
Oh right.
I have to write about sex robots.
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This is a good point, yeah -- I guess the writer's equivalent to warm up doodling would be playing some Mario Teaches Typing. Which everyone should do anyway, so.
Haha, aww. Having anything run over your body is pretty scary. I'd probably react the same. Hey remember that one relevant SP episode?? Yeah it kind of sucked.
As John Waters once said, last week, it means so much more to get someone some shitty weird gift they won't love than to get them a stupid gift card, because then at least you went out and got something. Which I can agree with. Wow, I really wish I had money.
Okay look maybe the world isn't ready for Kyle the Pleasure Model, okay. Maybe that will have to stay burrowed away in my wonderful head, all sticky and gross.
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ANYWAY. Back on planet Kyle's assgina, I did not use Mario Teaches Typing, but rather, Type to Learn. I guess I learned how to type. I'm using like all my fingers and shit, my pinkies be on the semicolons and all that. But, yeah, I do typity type a lot and it feels really good, like, it gets me exciiiiiited. Maybe that's the writing equivalent of doodling? But then, from what I've seen of your process, you tend to sketch ideas out and then work on the ones you like and build those into bigger pictures, which I guess is more like an outline for me.
John Waters, praise him with great praise. Look, from my perspective, I don't want any shit, so don't even get me anything, please, that's how I know you care about me, you know what I'm like and that I don't like crap, except pretty shoes and dresses, in which case, hand it over. But this entire comment is getting s u p e r annoying. Here's what's true: You're a fucking artist and you can make people things, beautiful things, and that's worth way more than anything else. Like, just a nice card is okay, really.
Kyle the Pleasure Model comes with a self-cleaning module.
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Aw fuck, I used that! But actually I had JUMP START TYPING at home, because my parents bought me shit like that instead of Pokemon. It was so intimidating. You had to spell correctly or else everyone would fucking die in an avalanche or starve to death in a prison cell or something, I dunno.
Lately I want to paint everybody oil paintings. Which is ... the same as two years ago when I wanted to paint everybody acrylic paintings! So far I have finished ONE PAINTING. I have a list of like 10 paintings I need to paint adsflkj. Anyway my point is YOU'RE ON IT so like some day I'm gonna make you an oil painting of Craig's balls or w/e. And you will get it in the mail and cry.
Not even Kyle's cleaning module can do away with the cavalcade of spunk that drenches his body inside and out on a regular basis.
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Learning how to type was something we did in school for like an hour a day, for quite some time. You'd think I'd be a lot better about it, then, but I typo on everything. People, like my mom, tell me I type fast and I'm like, sure, but I'm very inaccurate.
I really really am excited to get an oil painting of anything, Craig's balls or not. I will get it in the mail and be so happy and pay to have it framed and hang it up and be really pleased.
This is how Stan becomes a good robot owner, he teaches Kyle how to clean ... himself. "It's called a rag," he says, somewhat bewildered, kind of splashing it under the faucet. Kyle is so grateful he bursts into tears and then needs to be rebooted.
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