German for "over stallion," and a reference to Nietzsche's "Übermensch," /üb/ - Überhengst is about bettering yourself physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. It is about self-improvement, constructive self-reflection, and seeking advice from others. You may discuss here those personal hobbies through which you develop your creative energies, and the efforts you take to improve your talents, artistic and otherwise. And of course, this is a board for fitness and literature, as they are parts of the backbone of physical and mental wellness. This is also a board where we may discuss Western culture - history, literature, architecture, and philosophy - as when imbibed, culture improves the mind and spirit, sharpening mental faculties, and providing a greater connection to those around you and to civilizations millennia old.
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/ub/ - Überhengst
Becoming better
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I made this thread for myself, however, you can still use it. This is where I'm gonna put all my random ideas for stories and write them down.
Essentially, my wish is to fill this thread with a bunch of excerpts from different story ideas I have in one place.
I may even post my planning of stories and other random ideas for how to improve my writing process.
So feel free to share you own excerpts of stories, writing advice, or general ideas for stories here if you feel like, otherwise I'll fill this hopefully with my own stuff.
Essentially, my wish is to fill this thread with a bunch of excerpts from different story ideas I have in one place.
I may even post my planning of stories and other random ideas for how to improve my writing process.
So feel free to share you own excerpts of stories, writing advice, or general ideas for stories here if you feel like, otherwise I'll fill this hopefully with my own stuff.
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>>8342
Sorry for the delay. I said first thing, but that was a lie; the first thing was booz and tobacco.
The story begins well. The pacing of the writing is good, sufficiently descriptive, and the way it's presented leaves the reader thinking "Okay, some kind of hellish birthing. But why, and where is this going?" which is a good question to leave the audience asking at the end of the first chapter (assuming they intend to read more, which I do). My only criticism is that while the spelling is 100% there are a few grammar errors.
>Her eyes flicked down and there she something akin to a snake waggle
Should say something like
>she SAW something akin....
I saw another one, but I skimmed twice and couldn't find it. When I do, I'll point it out
Sorry for the delay. I said first thing, but that was a lie; the first thing was booz and tobacco.
The story begins well. The pacing of the writing is good, sufficiently descriptive, and the way it's presented leaves the reader thinking "Okay, some kind of hellish birthing. But why, and where is this going?" which is a good question to leave the audience asking at the end of the first chapter (assuming they intend to read more, which I do). My only criticism is that while the spelling is 100% there are a few grammar errors.
>Her eyes flicked down and there she something akin to a snake waggle
Should say something like
>she SAW something akin....
I saw another one, but I skimmed twice and couldn't find it. When I do, I'll point it out
>>8343
^^
>>8344
Thanks for your take. I appreciate that you too your time. <3 It's always fun to know someone read it.
This is what I've written thus far for chapter 2. So much for 1k words per day.
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Chapter 2 -- "Ritin is about words, not ideas. Just rite, bruh."
She shook her head. She couldn't figure out if her tail was alive or not. It was strange, if nothing else. One could compare it to having a hand that would move on it's own from time to time, which was just a bit creepy. Oh well.
Her musings go interrupted by the same chittering and tittering from before but this time closer by, as if the sources of sounds had moved closer. She looked up an realized why her echo had only traveled backwards -- before her white silk covered the stone floor and would climb up to dress up the walls and ceiling. Tunnels weaved in like that of collar of jumpers. Nets that only lacked glass between their holes to fit in as windows in cathedrals were strung up between stalagmites. Mummified prey dangled from single strands of gooey white straight from the ceiling in their cocooned cages.
And on each possible little spot they could be defying the laws of physics were the loud-mouths that kept on chittering at her: Spooders.
Well, maybe more like tarantulas considering their hairy bodies. It was a bit of a toss up. Whatever these spiders would be classified as they were many and came in varying sizes from some the size of cats and in the size of dogs. The eerie glow of the red orbs around her reflected in their black eyes.
It was strange. Now in the relative light, she saw that stone surface she stood on with the glowing pentagram was the centerpiece of a small shrine. What was strange was that around this small, circular shrine was this mattress of webbing. It was as if the shrine was a boat in a sea of milk and to follow up on that metaphor behind her was a waterfall as the cavern opened up as a cliff cut off the ground behind her.
She cold feel the chill as she inhaled through clenched teeth and as pure ice was pumped into her veins. She held the spiders' full attention. She tilted her head to the side as she watched them and quickly stopped as the weight made it uncomfortable to do so. Still though...
Why aren't they moving? Don't they see me? You'd think they attack or something by now? she thought.
Immediately upon thinking that thought, her gaze snapped up to capture any movement from the archness, yet none had occurred. It was eerie to say the least, since their eyes were clearly aimed in her direction, yet they made no move for her. It was strange to be seemingly frozen in time in a moment were one would expect to turn around and bolt, in the next.
At first she didn't dare to move but as time passed her initiate fear-turn-confusion turned once more into anger. It was unbearable to be stuck standing petrified in place for the fear of breaking whatever spell the spiders were under. The unknown rage in her boiled back up to the surface. The one that wasn't hers wanted to break out of her chest and pummel the spiders for scaring her so.
Red smoke emerged from the orb in her tail but then morphed into red electrical discharge that jolted around the head. The tail's head snapped and whipped in the direction of the spiders before wrapping and constricting like boa around her leg. It was if her own tail was raging.
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>>8344
Thanks for your take. I appreciate that you too your time. <3 It's always fun to know someone read it.
This is what I've written thus far for chapter 2. So much for 1k words per day.
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Chapter 2 -- "Ritin is about words, not ideas. Just rite, bruh."
She shook her head. She couldn't figure out if her tail was alive or not. It was strange, if nothing else. One could compare it to having a hand that would move on it's own from time to time, which was just a bit creepy. Oh well.
Her musings go interrupted by the same chittering and tittering from before but this time closer by, as if the sources of sounds had moved closer. She looked up an realized why her echo had only traveled backwards -- before her white silk covered the stone floor and would climb up to dress up the walls and ceiling. Tunnels weaved in like that of collar of jumpers. Nets that only lacked glass between their holes to fit in as windows in cathedrals were strung up between stalagmites. Mummified prey dangled from single strands of gooey white straight from the ceiling in their cocooned cages.
And on each possible little spot they could be defying the laws of physics were the loud-mouths that kept on chittering at her: Spooders.
Well, maybe more like tarantulas considering their hairy bodies. It was a bit of a toss up. Whatever these spiders would be classified as they were many and came in varying sizes from some the size of cats and in the size of dogs. The eerie glow of the red orbs around her reflected in their black eyes.
It was strange. Now in the relative light, she saw that stone surface she stood on with the glowing pentagram was the centerpiece of a small shrine. What was strange was that around this small, circular shrine was this mattress of webbing. It was as if the shrine was a boat in a sea of milk and to follow up on that metaphor behind her was a waterfall as the cavern opened up as a cliff cut off the ground behind her.
She cold feel the chill as she inhaled through clenched teeth and as pure ice was pumped into her veins. She held the spiders' full attention. She tilted her head to the side as she watched them and quickly stopped as the weight made it uncomfortable to do so. Still though...
Why aren't they moving? Don't they see me? You'd think they attack or something by now? she thought.
Immediately upon thinking that thought, her gaze snapped up to capture any movement from the archness, yet none had occurred. It was eerie to say the least, since their eyes were clearly aimed in her direction, yet they made no move for her. It was strange to be seemingly frozen in time in a moment were one would expect to turn around and bolt, in the next.
At first she didn't dare to move but as time passed her initiate fear-turn-confusion turned once more into anger. It was unbearable to be stuck standing petrified in place for the fear of breaking whatever spell the spiders were under. The unknown rage in her boiled back up to the surface. The one that wasn't hers wanted to break out of her chest and pummel the spiders for scaring her so.
Red smoke emerged from the orb in her tail but then morphed into red electrical discharge that jolted around the head. The tail's head snapped and whipped in the direction of the spiders before wrapping and constricting like boa around her leg. It was if her own tail was raging.
Vanguard of Ponyville
Ch. 1 -- I don't want to work. Ever!
Raven Inkwell used her magic to tap her pen into the table. She sat at the royal reception desk, the one for ponies seeking an audience with Princess Celestia herself. It was a Sunday morning and the usually busy hall was almost empty. The emptiness emphasized the grandness of the thing, high ceiling, circular white pillars holding up the vault, gold decorations everywhere, and polished marble floor to te point that reflected one's image. She glanced at the giant golden clock at the far end of the hall and snorted.
So much for having an open mind,Raven thought.
She should have expected this. Expecting ponies from the colonies to act with propriety was dumb so expecting a non-pony to be on time probably was even dumber. But this 'Anonymous' had been recommended by Twilight Velvet herself, heir of the noble Sparkles family, to be knighted, yet she couldn't show up on time? What kind of idiot doesn't make time when invited by the ruler of all of Equestria? Raven, who worked here, was never late. Even creatures outside of Equestria ought to be grateful consider it was the Princess'es sun that brought in every day of their lives.
'Don't be bigot, Raven,' the words of her friend, said a couple a of days ago while ate together, echoed in her head. She had just recounted her workday where she had to talk to the Yak embassy. 'They just have a different culture but they are not bad pon- C-creatures just because of that.'
Raven slammed her hoof in the desk. The thud bounced around in the hall. It woke up a mare sleeping in her waiting chair and a filly walking around in the hall quickly returned to her father and sat down. Raven ignored the sour look from the newly awoken mare and didn't explain herself to the filly. Instead she stood up, the chair whined as it was pushed back.
For a moment she moved towards the big double doors behind, ready to interrupt the meeting the Princess was currently dealing with only to stop herself. She knew she couldn't do that though since the Princess had called for Anonymous to arrive in half an hour. Raven had changed that time though to one hour earlier on her own behalf, change it in the letter that was sent to Anonymous and so on. So she couldn't tell Princess Celestia without informing her of doing this, which was fine, at worst she'd get a minor scolding, but she still prefer not to be scolded.
And I did all this for your sake.
Raven walked around her desk and trotted toward the exit. She had walked out a few times before, just in case Miss Anonymous was lost somewhere outside. She had no doubt she'd recognize her. After all, she was some kind of demi-human. Since most of the populace were ponies in Equestria, she figured Anonymous would stand out like an earth pony in Cloudsdale.
She exited the grand waiting-room, she passed two guard mares standing attention, and stepped out on white stone staircase looking like a waterfall. She was quite far up so it gave her good view on the crowds below. She saw haughty noble with their nose up in the air like shark fins, tourists having their picture taken with mountain ranges as a backdrop, and a group of unicorn students walking towards Princess Celestia's school of gifted unicorns.
Her gaze was anywhere but on the steps ahead of her but once she finally looked there she found a green-skinned bipedal creature, dressed in skirt and cloak. The skirt was mostly beige but had oak brown hem and rope tying it to her waist. Her cloak was chocolate brown and along with the skirt would wave as the infamous Canterlot breeze passed her by. The hilt of a sword peeked out over her shoulder and her coal-black hair was tied into a ponytail that slipped down in under her down hoodie's collar.
It was dragging its feet up the stair, oblivious to Raven.
Raven blinked a few times at the creature. It was dragging its feet up the stair. She was a bit surprised. She had imagined the miss to be a minotaur, a centaur, a tabaxi, a werewolf, or something. Instead, she was something... Else. As a the Princess personal secretary, she was obviously well-educated. So she knew some factoids about demi-humans beyond what the laymare might. So, she recogniced that the specifmin, she watching was indeed one. But what bother her, was that while it walked on two legs as all demi-humans do, it did not have a clear animal part, or at least she couldn't see it. Perhaps it was hidden underneat its garment?
She shook her head clear of her thoughts and ran down the steps of the stair. The sound of her clopping made the woman turn her head to Raven. She looked surprised.
"Are you Miss Anonymous Darkwebster?"asked Raven stopped just ahead of the woman.
The woman's expression change to a worried on for a moment.
"Yes. That's me," the woman said.
Raven let herself catch her breath before talking again, after all you didn't have time to be in shape if you held the most important job of all of Equestria besides the Princess herself.
"You're late by half an hour," Raven growled and stomped her hoof. "You're meeting with Princess Celestia is in a half an hour. Now how will we have time to prepare?"
Anonymous shook her head.
"What? What do you mean? Hasn't the meeting been canceled, I'm half an hour late?" Anonymous said.
"No. You should have been here earlier but the meeting hasn't started yet. But you still need to be schooled in proper etiquette before then. Come with me." Raven then turned and trotted back up the stairs.
Ch. 1 -- I don't want to work. Ever!
Raven Inkwell used her magic to tap her pen into the table. She sat at the royal reception desk, the one for ponies seeking an audience with Princess Celestia herself. It was a Sunday morning and the usually busy hall was almost empty. The emptiness emphasized the grandness of the thing, high ceiling, circular white pillars holding up the vault, gold decorations everywhere, and polished marble floor to te point that reflected one's image. She glanced at the giant golden clock at the far end of the hall and snorted.
So much for having an open mind,Raven thought.
She should have expected this. Expecting ponies from the colonies to act with propriety was dumb so expecting a non-pony to be on time probably was even dumber. But this 'Anonymous' had been recommended by Twilight Velvet herself, heir of the noble Sparkles family, to be knighted, yet she couldn't show up on time? What kind of idiot doesn't make time when invited by the ruler of all of Equestria? Raven, who worked here, was never late. Even creatures outside of Equestria ought to be grateful consider it was the Princess'es sun that brought in every day of their lives.
'Don't be bigot, Raven,' the words of her friend, said a couple a of days ago while ate together, echoed in her head. She had just recounted her workday where she had to talk to the Yak embassy. 'They just have a different culture but they are not bad pon- C-creatures just because of that.'
Raven slammed her hoof in the desk. The thud bounced around in the hall. It woke up a mare sleeping in her waiting chair and a filly walking around in the hall quickly returned to her father and sat down. Raven ignored the sour look from the newly awoken mare and didn't explain herself to the filly. Instead she stood up, the chair whined as it was pushed back.
For a moment she moved towards the big double doors behind, ready to interrupt the meeting the Princess was currently dealing with only to stop herself. She knew she couldn't do that though since the Princess had called for Anonymous to arrive in half an hour. Raven had changed that time though to one hour earlier on her own behalf, change it in the letter that was sent to Anonymous and so on. So she couldn't tell Princess Celestia without informing her of doing this, which was fine, at worst she'd get a minor scolding, but she still prefer not to be scolded.
And I did all this for your sake.
Raven walked around her desk and trotted toward the exit. She had walked out a few times before, just in case Miss Anonymous was lost somewhere outside. She had no doubt she'd recognize her. After all, she was some kind of demi-human. Since most of the populace were ponies in Equestria, she figured Anonymous would stand out like an earth pony in Cloudsdale.
She exited the grand waiting-room, she passed two guard mares standing attention, and stepped out on white stone staircase looking like a waterfall. She was quite far up so it gave her good view on the crowds below. She saw haughty noble with their nose up in the air like shark fins, tourists having their picture taken with mountain ranges as a backdrop, and a group of unicorn students walking towards Princess Celestia's school of gifted unicorns.
Her gaze was anywhere but on the steps ahead of her but once she finally looked there she found a green-skinned bipedal creature, dressed in skirt and cloak. The skirt was mostly beige but had oak brown hem and rope tying it to her waist. Her cloak was chocolate brown and along with the skirt would wave as the infamous Canterlot breeze passed her by. The hilt of a sword peeked out over her shoulder and her coal-black hair was tied into a ponytail that slipped down in under her down hoodie's collar.
It was dragging its feet up the stair, oblivious to Raven.
Raven blinked a few times at the creature. It was dragging its feet up the stair. She was a bit surprised. She had imagined the miss to be a minotaur, a centaur, a tabaxi, a werewolf, or something. Instead, she was something... Else. As a the Princess personal secretary, she was obviously well-educated. So she knew some factoids about demi-humans beyond what the laymare might. So, she recogniced that the specifmin, she watching was indeed one. But what bother her, was that while it walked on two legs as all demi-humans do, it did not have a clear animal part, or at least she couldn't see it. Perhaps it was hidden underneat its garment?
She shook her head clear of her thoughts and ran down the steps of the stair. The sound of her clopping made the woman turn her head to Raven. She looked surprised.
"Are you Miss Anonymous Darkwebster?"asked Raven stopped just ahead of the woman.
The woman's expression change to a worried on for a moment.
"Yes. That's me," the woman said.
Raven let herself catch her breath before talking again, after all you didn't have time to be in shape if you held the most important job of all of Equestria besides the Princess herself.
"You're late by half an hour," Raven growled and stomped her hoof. "You're meeting with Princess Celestia is in a half an hour. Now how will we have time to prepare?"
Anonymous shook her head.
"What? What do you mean? Hasn't the meeting been canceled, I'm half an hour late?" Anonymous said.
"No. You should have been here earlier but the meeting hasn't started yet. But you still need to be schooled in proper etiquette before then. Come with me." Raven then turned and trotted back up the stairs.
>>8476
Anonymous stood still for a brief moment before following and catching up. Raven' short, slow legs were no match for Anonymous long strides.
"Wait, etiquette?"
"Yes, you need to learn how to curtsies properly, how to sip tea in a civilized manner, and most importantly: How to address the Princess."
The pair had traversed the stair and entered the waiting-hall together. The few ponies that saw Anonymous looked at her with curiosity.
Anonymous massaged her temples with a leather-gloved hand.
"Okay, uhh, implying?"
Raven glanced at her while she lead her into a side corridor, away from the hall.
"You hail from the Badlands outside of Equestria, right?"
"Yeah." Anonymous waved a hand in manner that seemed to communicate, 'What of it?'
Raven chewed on her underlip while giving Anonymous a cautious yet deadpanned look, as if she was simultaneously being sarcastic while also trying to be tactful.
The words of her friend came back to her then and she sighed wistfully.
"Perhaps you could be the exception "--Raven did mini roll of her eyes.--" but I haven't seen many foreigners carry themselves with the grace necessary in our esteemed Princess'es presence. I'm just trying to save you from embarrassment, that's all."
Anonymous increased her pace and began to walk just ahead of the mare while tilting her head back to look at her. Using her height advantage to loom over the pony but Raven didn't let herself be intimidated and just continued moving forward in her own pace.
"Ah, how thoughtful of you." Anonymous' tone of voice indicated how much she didn't believe in what she just said. "So later at the meeting with your pony princess, I shouldn't just shit myself right then and there, right? That would be improper."
Raven's jaw dropped and her eyes looked like someone had pulled and released their grip on the string attached to a blind. She stuck out her tongue almost down to her chin, it rolling down like the red carpet for celebrity poners.
"Ugh! You!" Raven began but upon seeing the satisfied smirk forming on the woman's face, she stopped. "Hmph. What an utterly revolting fantasy you got. But I can't say I'm surprised. Demi-humans like you probably never outgrow potty-humor."
"Heh, nah. You can't sidetrack me. I know, "--She jabbed her thumb into her chest.--" you know, "--She spun her wrist so her palm was upwards and pointed with her pointer finger at Raven.--" I'm right.
Raven opened her mouth to insist that that's exactly what she needed only for Anonymous to continue.
"Besides," Anonymous said as she held up a finger. "There's no demi with me. You're in for treat. You gaze upon a pure-blood."
Anonymous struck a pose with her open hands to her sides as if ready to catch some sports-ball. A mischievous smile was etched out across her face.
Raven rolled her eyes.
"I don't follow. You stand on two legs and have hands, I'll admit that I don't which animal trait you possess but-" Raven said started but was interrupted.
"Exactly. I have none," Anonymous said. "I'm demi-human, I'm just a human. You see there's a small chance the child of a demi-human lacks an animal trait, meaning they are just a human, no demi, also known as a pure-blood."
Raven scrutinized her and smacked her lips.
"I see. Well, I hope your the exception to typical demi-human behavior as well then."
Anonymous said nothing to this. She just looked at Raven.
She followed Raven into a small room with a round table that seemed to be more used both as a working desk and a dinner table, a couple of chairs, a bed, and a wardrobe. Raven then focused her attention on Anonymous.
"We'll do this in my room. So, when addressing the Princess the most important thing is to not forget to say her title before you say her name. It's Princess Celestia not, Miss Celestia, or Faust forbid, just Celestia," Raven lectured.
Anonymous walked over to Raven's bed and sat down on its ledge before falling backwards into it. Raven was appalled.
"Your princess, she's a big white horse with a sun tattoo on her ass, right?" Anonymous asked as she moved her hands behind her head.
Anonymous stood still for a brief moment before following and catching up. Raven' short, slow legs were no match for Anonymous long strides.
"Wait, etiquette?"
"Yes, you need to learn how to curtsies properly, how to sip tea in a civilized manner, and most importantly: How to address the Princess."
The pair had traversed the stair and entered the waiting-hall together. The few ponies that saw Anonymous looked at her with curiosity.
Anonymous massaged her temples with a leather-gloved hand.
"Okay, uhh, implying?"
Raven glanced at her while she lead her into a side corridor, away from the hall.
"You hail from the Badlands outside of Equestria, right?"
"Yeah." Anonymous waved a hand in manner that seemed to communicate, 'What of it?'
Raven chewed on her underlip while giving Anonymous a cautious yet deadpanned look, as if she was simultaneously being sarcastic while also trying to be tactful.
The words of her friend came back to her then and she sighed wistfully.
"Perhaps you could be the exception "--Raven did mini roll of her eyes.--" but I haven't seen many foreigners carry themselves with the grace necessary in our esteemed Princess'es presence. I'm just trying to save you from embarrassment, that's all."
Anonymous increased her pace and began to walk just ahead of the mare while tilting her head back to look at her. Using her height advantage to loom over the pony but Raven didn't let herself be intimidated and just continued moving forward in her own pace.
"Ah, how thoughtful of you." Anonymous' tone of voice indicated how much she didn't believe in what she just said. "So later at the meeting with your pony princess, I shouldn't just shit myself right then and there, right? That would be improper."
Raven's jaw dropped and her eyes looked like someone had pulled and released their grip on the string attached to a blind. She stuck out her tongue almost down to her chin, it rolling down like the red carpet for celebrity poners.
"Ugh! You!" Raven began but upon seeing the satisfied smirk forming on the woman's face, she stopped. "Hmph. What an utterly revolting fantasy you got. But I can't say I'm surprised. Demi-humans like you probably never outgrow potty-humor."
"Heh, nah. You can't sidetrack me. I know, "--She jabbed her thumb into her chest.--" you know, "--She spun her wrist so her palm was upwards and pointed with her pointer finger at Raven.--" I'm right.
Raven opened her mouth to insist that that's exactly what she needed only for Anonymous to continue.
"Besides," Anonymous said as she held up a finger. "There's no demi with me. You're in for treat. You gaze upon a pure-blood."
Anonymous struck a pose with her open hands to her sides as if ready to catch some sports-ball. A mischievous smile was etched out across her face.
Raven rolled her eyes.
"I don't follow. You stand on two legs and have hands, I'll admit that I don't which animal trait you possess but-" Raven said started but was interrupted.
"Exactly. I have none," Anonymous said. "I'm demi-human, I'm just a human. You see there's a small chance the child of a demi-human lacks an animal trait, meaning they are just a human, no demi, also known as a pure-blood."
Raven scrutinized her and smacked her lips.
"I see. Well, I hope your the exception to typical demi-human behavior as well then."
Anonymous said nothing to this. She just looked at Raven.
She followed Raven into a small room with a round table that seemed to be more used both as a working desk and a dinner table, a couple of chairs, a bed, and a wardrobe. Raven then focused her attention on Anonymous.
"We'll do this in my room. So, when addressing the Princess the most important thing is to not forget to say her title before you say her name. It's Princess Celestia not, Miss Celestia, or Faust forbid, just Celestia," Raven lectured.
Anonymous walked over to Raven's bed and sat down on its ledge before falling backwards into it. Raven was appalled.
"Your princess, she's a big white horse with a sun tattoo on her ass, right?" Anonymous asked as she moved her hands behind her head.
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She slide across the floor. Ribbons of flames made spiraled around her. The floor burnt and got scorched into black sooth. She kicked the rifle up mid-drift and from there transitioned back up on two legs. She spun on her heel, caught the gun coming down, and took a shooting position with one knee to the floor.
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Dan Vs. Transcript, The Gym Part 2 kinda of.
https://www.wcofun.net/dan-vs-season-2-episode-8-the-gym
Disclaimer: The transcript won't be perfect. I will just write one simple sentence to describe what I'm seeing and then that's it. This is more to get practice in on writing.
"Soo hungry," Dan said while immobile on his rug.
Dan crawls across his room.
"Yello? This is Dan," Dan says over the phone as he holds on to a cardboard box as if was a buoy in storm.
So I'm skipping a bit here and I will shamelessly do so because I'm trying to figure out what is wrong with me.
Dan is on his knees and reach out into the air with his fist to do his signature yell only to have his shoulder give off a loud crack.
Dan whimpers out, "Gyyyymmmm..." in the voice of a mouse.
"I'll be right back," says Chris.
Chad does a bunch of hand gestures as he speaks.
"Okay, sea-dog but we're on the clock bro," says Chad.
"Roger dodger." Chris shoots him a finger-gun.
"Chris! I need-- Wait, go back a second. 'Roger dodger?'" Dan asks.
"No way. The gym is great. It's helping me become more healthier, more athletic, and if I say so myself, more attractive to my lady."
"Ugh, gross."
"I have a newfound confidence and energy."
"You are dead to me. Enjoy you're increased muscle mass defector."
"Hey, bro let's make another training appointment, I got a tuesday, wednesday six am dude."
"I hardly ever stay up that late anymore."
Mr. Mumbles stretches out and Dan reprimands her, "No stretching. That's what they want you to do."
A canvas in-cased in glass read: "HAPPINESS IS A WARM SUN, SO JOG ALREADY FATTY!"
Mister Mumbles tail was wash-grey with a white top.
"Dragon stance! Let me go. I will bite. Har har!"
"We haven't been robbed Chris. Chad sent over a list of things you can't eat while your on his progam," Elise says while she hands over sheet of paper to Chris.
"Chad would never do that to me. Bu-- This is a list of everything good in my life."
"Is it." Elise looks at him wtih subdued anger.
"Elise, I just want a hoogie, or a burger, maybe both."
"I have something way better than a burger mister. Here have some wheat grass???"
Elise hands Chris a large glass of green goo with blades of grass in it. Chris swigs it down while dramatic music plays in the background.
"I love you. Even though you feed me that."
"What do you want, Jockstrap?"
"I'm eating food that food eats."
"Tyrants. That's no way to live."
There's a sign in the gym that reads, "Push harder, you wuss!"
"Uhh, I'm actually out... Uhh... Shopping for... Smaller pants in anticipation of my slimmed down physic."
"Why does it sound like you're eating a cookie?"
Whatever Dan is on, I want some. Hehe.^^
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"And you're talking simultaneously, which is creeping me out big time."
"See Elise, I told you he'd come."
"So that's why I never got a six-pack, I'm not a robot."
"You. Back to you're station meat-battery."
"If I don't regret how it went down with grandma, then I don't see what I will regret about you."
Chris pedals hard and soon Dan is holding a hyper-charged handle which he attaches to his robo-version that short-circuit from it in an instant.
"Fine. Just me and Chad then," Dan says and fishes up a cube of the previous android, Chad.
"Is our government secretly being run by half-human, half-animal hybrids? What do you think?"
"Half-human would be an improvement."
"Hey, I don't make the rules. Blame the DMV."
"Grr. Ddddddddddd! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Vvvvvvvvv!"
"Pfft. An authentic creeping death touch requires at least three fingers." Elise
"Drop the ball-and-chain and grab your keys. We're going." -dan
"I could demonstrate." -Elise
"It's just that when my best friend and my wife don't get along it puts me in the middle." Chris
"Then pick a side already!" -Dan
"I choose Elise." -Dan
Dan punches Chris in the gut.
"Who gave you a vote?" -Dan
"Dan you can't just cut in line and steal from the dead for that matter."
"I got something," says Chris as he hands the receptionist Dan's mug-shot.
"Next of kin, hmm, Mister comma Mumbles. My mother's maiden name. How would I know that?"
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So there's this tug of war between learning "boring" and just getting some sketches done with no pressure of expectations on it. If it's too boring and painful, I wont do it. And if it's too easy, I do it but I don't learn much(or anything?). Hmm...
I need to split done hard/boring/painful but helpful drills into smaller chunks. I want to start using [] brackets for placeholders in my writing adn build structure form it.
1 week projects can be start whenever in the week.
But perhaps I should get comfortable with just writing a by the one minute method each day to begin with before moving on to make more healthy choices.
So another question is what are the fundamentals of creating stories? Is it ideas? The point of intrest? Hmm...
Both writing adn drawing starts in the head, in my imagination.
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Water is healing = the most important nutrient of them all.
Fire is destroying = reduces everything to nothing/ash/smallest building blocks?
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Dan Vs. Transcript, The Gym Part 2 kinda of.
https://www.wcofun.net/dan-vs-season-2-episode-8-the-gym
Disclaimer: The transcript won't be perfect. I will just write one simple sentence to describe what I'm seeing and then that's it. This is more to get practice in on writing.
"Soo hungry," Dan said while immobile on his rug.
Dan crawls across his room.
"Yello? This is Dan," Dan says over the phone as he holds on to a cardboard box as if was a buoy in storm.
So I'm skipping a bit here and I will shamelessly do so because I'm trying to figure out what is wrong with me.
Dan is on his knees and reach out into the air with his fist to do his signature yell only to have his shoulder give off a loud crack.
Dan whimpers out, "Gyyyymmmm..." in the voice of a mouse.
"I'll be right back," says Chris.
Chad does a bunch of hand gestures as he speaks.
"Okay, sea-dog but we're on the clock bro," says Chad.
"Roger dodger." Chris shoots him a finger-gun.
"Chris! I need-- Wait, go back a second. 'Roger dodger?'" Dan asks.
"No way. The gym is great. It's helping me become more healthier, more athletic, and if I say so myself, more attractive to my lady."
"Ugh, gross."
"I have a newfound confidence and energy."
"You are dead to me. Enjoy you're increased muscle mass defector."
"Hey, bro let's make another training appointment, I got a tuesday, wednesday six am dude."
"I hardly ever stay up that late anymore."
Mr. Mumbles stretches out and Dan reprimands her, "No stretching. That's what they want you to do."
A canvas in-cased in glass read: "HAPPINESS IS A WARM SUN, SO JOG ALREADY FATTY!"
Mister Mumbles tail was wash-grey with a white top.
"Dragon stance! Let me go. I will bite. Har har!"
"We haven't been robbed Chris. Chad sent over a list of things you can't eat while your on his progam," Elise says while she hands over sheet of paper to Chris.
"Chad would never do that to me. Bu-- This is a list of everything good in my life."
"Is it." Elise looks at him wtih subdued anger.
"Elise, I just want a hoogie, or a burger, maybe both."
"I have something way better than a burger mister. Here have some wheat grass???"
Elise hands Chris a large glass of green goo with blades of grass in it. Chris swigs it down while dramatic music plays in the background.
"I love you. Even though you feed me that."
"What do you want, Jockstrap?"
"I'm eating food that food eats."
"Tyrants. That's no way to live."
There's a sign in the gym that reads, "Push harder, you wuss!"
"Uhh, I'm actually out... Uhh... Shopping for... Smaller pants in anticipation of my slimmed down physic."
"Why does it sound like you're eating a cookie?"
Whatever Dan is on, I want some. Hehe.^^
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"And you're talking simultaneously, which is creeping me out big time."
"See Elise, I told you he'd come."
"So that's why I never got a six-pack, I'm not a robot."
"You. Back to you're station meat-battery."
"If I don't regret how it went down with grandma, then I don't see what I will regret about you."
Chris pedals hard and soon Dan is holding a hyper-charged handle which he attaches to his robo-version that short-circuit from it in an instant.
"Fine. Just me and Chad then," Dan says and fishes up a cube of the previous android, Chad.
"Is our government secretly being run by half-human, half-animal hybrids? What do you think?"
"Half-human would be an improvement."
"Hey, I don't make the rules. Blame the DMV."
"Grr. Ddddddddddd! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Vvvvvvvvv!"
"Pfft. An authentic creeping death touch requires at least three fingers." Elise
"Drop the ball-and-chain and grab your keys. We're going." -dan
"I could demonstrate." -Elise
"It's just that when my best friend and my wife don't get along it puts me in the middle." Chris
"Then pick a side already!" -Dan
"I choose Elise." -Dan
Dan punches Chris in the gut.
"Who gave you a vote?" -Dan
"Dan you can't just cut in line and steal from the dead for that matter."
"I got something," says Chris as he hands the receptionist Dan's mug-shot.
"Next of kin, hmm, Mister comma Mumbles. My mother's maiden name. How would I know that?"
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So there's this tug of war between learning "boring" and just getting some sketches done with no pressure of expectations on it. If it's too boring and painful, I wont do it. And if it's too easy, I do it but I don't learn much(or anything?). Hmm...
I need to split done hard/boring/painful but helpful drills into smaller chunks. I want to start using [] brackets for placeholders in my writing adn build structure form it.
1 week projects can be start whenever in the week.
But perhaps I should get comfortable with just writing a by the one minute method each day to begin with before moving on to make more healthy choices.
So another question is what are the fundamentals of creating stories? Is it ideas? The point of intrest? Hmm...
Both writing adn drawing starts in the head, in my imagination.
-----
Water is healing = the most important nutrient of them all.
Fire is destroying = reduces everything to nothing/ash/smallest building blocks?
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One of these threads
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Anonymous
No.8210
>>6779
An array of basic exercises.
To get big and buff, you want heavy exercise with low repetitions.
For endurance, you do low to mild amounts of weights and many repetitions.
To "release muscle tension", the goal is to stimulate the various muscles. Overworking one side of your muscles and underworking the other side can create an imbalance, with can cause soreness and unnecessary tension. This can gradually cause problems down the line.
Just do basic exercises in both directions with no weight, or very light weight. You're not tryint to tire yourself out, you're basically reminding your body that it's various parts are still supposed to move.
It's not super athletic, but it's low strain on the body, and surprisingly helpful for preventing other problems.
Squats or leg stretches when flossing your teeth, standing arm stretches when you're sitting at a computer desk for a while. Repeatedly raising your arms to joint flexibility.
Just move in a repeated way that targets your joints and ability to move your limbs. Remind your lesser used muscles that they exist. Just stimulate, don't overstrain. Building the habit is more important than perfecting the exercise itself.
An array of basic exercises.
To get big and buff, you want heavy exercise with low repetitions.
For endurance, you do low to mild amounts of weights and many repetitions.
To "release muscle tension", the goal is to stimulate the various muscles. Overworking one side of your muscles and underworking the other side can create an imbalance, with can cause soreness and unnecessary tension. This can gradually cause problems down the line.
Just do basic exercises in both directions with no weight, or very light weight. You're not tryint to tire yourself out, you're basically reminding your body that it's various parts are still supposed to move.
It's not super athletic, but it's low strain on the body, and surprisingly helpful for preventing other problems.
Squats or leg stretches when flossing your teeth, standing arm stretches when you're sitting at a computer desk for a while. Repeatedly raising your arms to joint flexibility.
Just move in a repeated way that targets your joints and ability to move your limbs. Remind your lesser used muscles that they exist. Just stimulate, don't overstrain. Building the habit is more important than perfecting the exercise itself.
Anonymous
No.8381
<The unbridled autism of this one
The draw-cut! Yes, the one Kenshin is known for. The only difference between Battoujutsu and Iaijutsu is that the former is a style intended to be fought with after the draw-cut, whereas iaijutsu is more of a philosophical pursuit of the 'instant' during the embracing of violence that ends everything decisively.
In any case, the draw-cut is performed by holding the sheath just past the knob that the cordage is attached to. Extend the sword to it's maximum range and place the right hand at the tsuba; wrap the thumb and forefinger around the tsuka (grip).
Do not pull the sword out with the right hand, instead draw the saya (sheath) back with your left hand, spinning into a cut as soon as the saya clears the tip of the sword.
This isn't a fancy "cutting whole-ass chunks of wood off" sorta technique like's it's portrayed; its a quick-shot to the throat for the unwary opponent. Ben'kyoo shimasu (study faggot)
The draw-cut! Yes, the one Kenshin is known for. The only difference between Battoujutsu and Iaijutsu is that the former is a style intended to be fought with after the draw-cut, whereas iaijutsu is more of a philosophical pursuit of the 'instant' during the embracing of violence that ends everything decisively.
In any case, the draw-cut is performed by holding the sheath just past the knob that the cordage is attached to. Extend the sword to it's maximum range and place the right hand at the tsuba; wrap the thumb and forefinger around the tsuka (grip).
Do not pull the sword out with the right hand, instead draw the saya (sheath) back with your left hand, spinning into a cut as soon as the saya clears the tip of the sword.
This isn't a fancy "cutting whole-ass chunks of wood off" sorta technique like's it's portrayed; its a quick-shot to the throat for the unwary opponent. Ben'kyoo shimasu (study faggot)
Anonymous
No.8407
-Luziferino-
No.8479
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i like raceist horsefuckers,
and i love this side.
and i love this side.
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IIT we discuss and study the Bible. I will be using the King James Version and will take the stance of a fundamental literalist, which is a bit redundant, but these days there exist many that claim to be fundamental but reject the literal interpretation of Scripture when they encounter something they don't agree or understand. I am not a Bible scholar, I'm not a pastor, I don't currently attend any denomination's church service. I'm just an anon that really like to study the Bible. Feel free to argue with me, I could be completely wrong and I hope to learn more about the Bible along the way.
I will post below my first study topic and what I have researched about it. Hopefully it will be interesting and somewhat engaging.
I will post below my first study topic and what I have researched about it. Hopefully it will be interesting and somewhat engaging.
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>>8469
Pardon the argumentative tone, theres no malice or aggression to any of this.
I give the example of a movie because to my understanding the Bible is intended to be a series of stories meant to individually convey wisdom beyond purely a literal sense, but has to be experienced from all levels of 'status' shall we say - beginning as the fool and rising to the Heirophant (in this case). In case of Proverbs, they individually teach sound wisdom, but there's an underlying message about personal sovereignty. Without having finished Proverbs, my comments are being withheld, but likely this weekend.
>Jesus' name
At the risk of being contentious, I have it on good faith
<'E means 'e cannae fookin' ramember whayre 'e fookin' 'eard it, eet was fookin 2012
.. that his name was Yodheshuvauhe, but that's definitely not a biblically-sourced (including biblical archeology) position
Pardon the argumentative tone, theres no malice or aggression to any of this.
I give the example of a movie because to my understanding the Bible is intended to be a series of stories meant to individually convey wisdom beyond purely a literal sense, but has to be experienced from all levels of 'status' shall we say - beginning as the fool and rising to the Heirophant (in this case). In case of Proverbs, they individually teach sound wisdom, but there's an underlying message about personal sovereignty. Without having finished Proverbs, my comments are being withheld, but likely this weekend.
>Jesus' name
At the risk of being contentious, I have it on good faith
<'E means 'e cannae fookin' ramember whayre 'e fookin' 'eard it, eet was fookin 2012
.. that his name was Yodheshuvauhe, but that's definitely not a biblically-sourced (including biblical archeology) position
>>8470
A series of stories, yes. But we didn't start with the first story, so it is like walking into the movie part way and not wanting to know who the hero or villain is. You can ignore them, but you are going to lose parts that are needed to be able to build wisdom with, such as that this book is a series of things that would benefit you to listen to with to the degree that the person who is telling us is a master of wisdom both by gift and experience and the one that heard it didn't listen destroyed a whole kingdom. That is how you begin to build off of what is written. It isn't just nice sayings. It was life or death for the one that the writer wanted to reach but couldn't. Now we see that the intent of the text isn't to demean, but an attempt to preserve life and to cherish it.
>his name was Yodheshuvauhe
Never heard of it before. I guess I will do some exploring to see if there is any text that references this to cross-reference with the Bible and we can set up some lessons on that as well.
A series of stories, yes. But we didn't start with the first story, so it is like walking into the movie part way and not wanting to know who the hero or villain is. You can ignore them, but you are going to lose parts that are needed to be able to build wisdom with, such as that this book is a series of things that would benefit you to listen to with to the degree that the person who is telling us is a master of wisdom both by gift and experience and the one that heard it didn't listen destroyed a whole kingdom. That is how you begin to build off of what is written. It isn't just nice sayings. It was life or death for the one that the writer wanted to reach but couldn't. Now we see that the intent of the text isn't to demean, but an attempt to preserve life and to cherish it.
>his name was Yodheshuvauhe
Never heard of it before. I guess I will do some exploring to see if there is any text that references this to cross-reference with the Bible and we can set up some lessons on that as well.
>>8470
A quick search for the word Yodheshuvauhe alone yielded no results, but the search for "Yodheshuvauhe name" came up with a couple. The closest result was a name website that stated: 2 people from Malta and South Africa agree the name Yodhevavhe is of Hebrew origin and means "God's name".
The other results were different Hebrew names of God:
Yhvh: LORD (often rendered in all capital letters in English translations to distinguish it from other titles)
Original Word: יְהוָֹה
Part of Speech: Proper Name
Transliteration: Yhovah
Pronunciation: yah-VEH or yah-WEH
Phonetic Spelling: (yeh-ho-vaw')
Definition: LORD (often rendered in all capital letters in English translations to distinguish it from other titles)
Meaning: Jehovah
Word Origin: Derived from the Hebrew verb הָיָה (hayah), meaning "to be" or "to exist."
Yeshua (Hebrew: יֵשׁוּעַ, romanized: Yēšūaʿ) was a common alternative form of the name Yehoshua (יְהוֹשֻׁעַ, Yəhōšūaʿ, 'Joshua') in later books of the Hebrew Bible and among Jewish people of the Second Temple period. The name corresponds to the Greek spelling Iesous (Ἰησοῦς), from which, through the Latin IESVS/Iesus, comes the English spelling Jesus.
A quick search for the word Yodheshuvauhe alone yielded no results, but the search for "Yodheshuvauhe name" came up with a couple. The closest result was a name website that stated: 2 people from Malta and South Africa agree the name Yodhevavhe is of Hebrew origin and means "God's name".
The other results were different Hebrew names of God:
Yhvh: LORD (often rendered in all capital letters in English translations to distinguish it from other titles)
Original Word: יְהוָֹה
Part of Speech: Proper Name
Transliteration: Yhovah
Pronunciation: yah-VEH or yah-WEH
Phonetic Spelling: (yeh-ho-vaw')
Definition: LORD (often rendered in all capital letters in English translations to distinguish it from other titles)
Meaning: Jehovah
Word Origin: Derived from the Hebrew verb הָיָה (hayah), meaning "to be" or "to exist."
Yeshua (Hebrew: יֵשׁוּעַ, romanized: Yēšūaʿ) was a common alternative form of the name Yehoshua (יְהוֹשֻׁעַ, Yəhōšūaʿ, 'Joshua') in later books of the Hebrew Bible and among Jewish people of the Second Temple period. The name corresponds to the Greek spelling Iesous (Ἰησοῦς), from which, through the Latin IESVS/Iesus, comes the English spelling Jesus.
>>8472
Yodheshuvauhe is not the 'correct spelling' it's a phonetization, because He is spoken of in - iirc - sumerian tablets
Yodheshuvauhe is not the 'correct spelling' it's a phonetization, because He is spoken of in - iirc - sumerian tablets
>>8474
I couldn't find what you were referring to so far. I did look up Sumerian gods to see if it came up, but I can't find it so far. Unless I am overlooking it, I searched through the wiki of Sumerian gods and couldn't find it. I did find interesting ones that have gnostic parallels, possibly inspiring some of the gnostic texts, so that might be interesting to go over sometime.
I couldn't find what you were referring to so far. I did look up Sumerian gods to see if it came up, but I can't find it so far. Unless I am overlooking it, I searched through the wiki of Sumerian gods and couldn't find it. I did find interesting ones that have gnostic parallels, possibly inspiring some of the gnostic texts, so that might be interesting to go over sometime.
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Theres a bible thread, there should be a Pagan/Norse thread.
If decoded in a particular way (read: correct) the Bible and the Norse/Pagan tradition have an astonishing amount of parallel/in-common. But this thread isn't about appealing to Christendom, it is about embracing the warrior spirit of our proud white traditions and heritage!
Odin does not respect the man who kneels, Odin honors the man who stands resolute in the face of Gods.
Theres a bible thread, there should be a Pagan/Norse thread.
If decoded in a particular way (read: correct) the Bible and the Norse/Pagan tradition have an astonishing amount of parallel/in-common. But this thread isn't about appealing to Christendom, it is about embracing the warrior spirit of our proud white traditions and heritage!
Odin does not respect the man who kneels, Odin honors the man who stands resolute in the face of Gods.
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>>8426
No, you damn idiot. If there's to be a "shitting on other religions" thread, it should be so named. So anyone interested in that, go do that there.
No, you damn idiot. If there's to be a "shitting on other religions" thread, it should be so named. So anyone interested in that, go do that there.
Horsepussy protocol mark 2, charging
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Thank you all, you've reminded me of something important.
Have a pone
Have a pone
National Socialist book describes Christian education as “Jewish fairy tales.” “We had been baptized Christian like everybody else, because propriety and customs demanded it. In the fourth class, we recited the Jewish fairy-tales just like the teacher demanded. But if in German class we heard the Siegfried saga, then our eyes glistened, our little hearts raced and often stood still. And many a one furtively wiped away a tear with his sleeve, when fierce Hagen slew brave Siegfried. Siegfried, yes, that was our hero!”
Source: Gott und Volk: Soldatisches Bekenntnis, Theodor Fritsch, Pg 8.
Source: Gott und Volk: Soldatisches Bekenntnis, Theodor Fritsch, Pg 8.
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>>8462
You thought it was a joke?
>I have my own routine, which I never deviate from
Fine, be a bitch. 5 more
You thought it was a joke?
>I have my own routine, which I never deviate from
Fine, be a bitch. 5 more
>>8463
Oh no, I deviate from it. I'm always trying to experiment with adjustments and push my limits (as much as I can without interfering with my work). I just don't take prompts from internet autists.
Oh no, I deviate from it. I'm always trying to experiment with adjustments and push my limits (as much as I can without interfering with my work). I just don't take prompts from internet autists.
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This is the blood stained good news.
Authorized King James Version (it's the only one that has study in it, and what the object of faith is)
Romans 3:23-30
For all have sinned and have fallen short of the glory of God;
<Everybody failed to be perfect. God however still is perfect.
Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus:
<Inside of Jesus is stuff that grants God like perfection, and it is free.
Whom God has set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God;
<God is providing not just a clean slate and being in right standing with God there's more. He'll accept the due justice for evils and failings that were yours, that's the only way to provide perfect justice and grace. This is only valid if the substitute is perfect without blemish, which He is. Although God can collect the justice He is due at anytime, He instead doesn't do that. There's time now.
To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: that he might be just, and the justifier of him which believeth in Jesus.
<Jesus and God is just, which makes those who believe Jesus as if they didn't fail or do evil. That His blood is more than good enough, which implies who He is, what He did, who He did it for, why He did it. It's for (You), because He loves you, and He loves you enough that you can accept or refuse it'll be purely your choice.
Where is boasting then? It is excluded. By what law? Of works? Nay: but by the law of faith.
<Only God's way to be saved during this time before the very end, no corrupt works but faith in His blood alone. The law of God's grace, trust His finished work.
Therefore we conclude that a man is justified by faith without the works of the law.
<At this time He did the work don't mock His work by mixing corrupted work with His perfect work.
Is he the God of the Jewes only? Is he not also of the Gentiles? Yes, of the Gentiles also:
<God is the God of the living, those of the line of Abraham elected to spread the character of God. Though a stubborn people a small portion is faithful in good will. Even the evil embracing ones will show God's character one way or another.
Seeing it is one God, which shall justify the circumcision by faith, and uncircumcision through faith.
<The current way to be saved is faith in His blood. All the manmade bullshit built around can't save them. A bloodless so called good news can't save. There is no assurance in such a man made thing.
Through Faith in His Blood.
The Object of Our Faith is His Blood alone.
Authorized King James Version (it's the only one that has study in it, and what the object of faith is)
Romans 3:23-30
For all have sinned and have fallen short of the glory of God;
<Everybody failed to be perfect. God however still is perfect.
Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus:
<Inside of Jesus is stuff that grants God like perfection, and it is free.
Whom God has set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God;
<God is providing not just a clean slate and being in right standing with God there's more. He'll accept the due justice for evils and failings that were yours, that's the only way to provide perfect justice and grace. This is only valid if the substitute is perfect without blemish, which He is. Although God can collect the justice He is due at anytime, He instead doesn't do that. There's time now.
To declare, I say, at this time his righteousness: that he might be just, and the justifier of him which believeth in Jesus.
<Jesus and God is just, which makes those who believe Jesus as if they didn't fail or do evil. That His blood is more than good enough, which implies who He is, what He did, who He did it for, why He did it. It's for (You), because He loves you, and He loves you enough that you can accept or refuse it'll be purely your choice.
Where is boasting then? It is excluded. By what law? Of works? Nay: but by the law of faith.
<Only God's way to be saved during this time before the very end, no corrupt works but faith in His blood alone. The law of God's grace, trust His finished work.
Therefore we conclude that a man is justified by faith without the works of the law.
<At this time He did the work don't mock His work by mixing corrupted work with His perfect work.
Is he the God of the Jewes only? Is he not also of the Gentiles? Yes, of the Gentiles also:
<God is the God of the living, those of the line of Abraham elected to spread the character of God. Though a stubborn people a small portion is faithful in good will. Even the evil embracing ones will show God's character one way or another.
Seeing it is one God, which shall justify the circumcision by faith, and uncircumcision through faith.
<The current way to be saved is faith in His blood. All the manmade bullshit built around can't save them. A bloodless so called good news can't save. There is no assurance in such a man made thing.
Through Faith in His Blood.
The Object of Our Faith is His Blood alone.
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>>8440
>expanded that the object of faith is Jesus' blood. It's why Romans is quoted.
You are surfing judaism very close.
>expanded that the object of faith is Jesus' blood. It's why Romans is quoted.
You are surfing judaism very close.
>>8441
Not really, judaism is about jewering everybody. I do mean everybody, from the evil one to God and everyone in between. There are a small subset that is genuinely faithful... and at this point in time they'd also have to go all in on Jesus.
The reason why I'm specifing the blood of Jesus is due to what the Word said, to have The Holy Ghost putting all faith in Jesus' blood.
Thus steadfast hope.
As the just wrath has already been applied there is only eternal life.
I'd post a bigger pony but my pony and politics bin is out of commission for a long while.
Not really, judaism is about jewering everybody. I do mean everybody, from the evil one to God and everyone in between. There are a small subset that is genuinely faithful... and at this point in time they'd also have to go all in on Jesus.
The reason why I'm specifing the blood of Jesus is due to what the Word said, to have The Holy Ghost putting all faith in Jesus' blood.
Thus steadfast hope.
As the just wrath has already been applied there is only eternal life.
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Quite possibly the best musical of all time, because it is and REMAINS based on mementum, and it's growing
>what the fuck are you talking about
Epic the Musical is a (duh) musical based on the Odyssey by Homer
The meta behind it is impressive in it's own right, the whole of it is spectacular.
But that's not where it shines. The core of it is that aside from the audio files (audiophiles? :3) its entirely web-based. No one was (on an official level) contracted to produce animatics, and it's all subject to interpretation based on audio.
And so, you find yourself with a melting pot of autists trying to outdo themselves. And it is made better with every stroke.
https://youtu.be/sHyL528ZuBY?si=0hV3mnFjIy3B5oYW
If you're not into musicals, fuck off. This is a niche-thread, so it won't get much, other than me and other ppl sperging about how OMFG THIS.
There's so many themes to be extrapolated. My preference is "Ruthlessness is Mercy Upon Ourselves". But again, it's the animatic artist reinterpretations that make this a dynamic thing. It continues to evolve, as opposed to previous where the script was written, weeks of rehearsals,...
The game is changing
>what the fuck are you talking about
Epic the Musical is a (duh) musical based on the Odyssey by Homer
The meta behind it is impressive in it's own right, the whole of it is spectacular.
But that's not where it shines. The core of it is that aside from the audio files (audiophiles? :3) its entirely web-based. No one was (on an official level) contracted to produce animatics, and it's all subject to interpretation based on audio.
And so, you find yourself with a melting pot of autists trying to outdo themselves. And it is made better with every stroke.
https://youtu.be/sHyL528ZuBY?si=0hV3mnFjIy3B5oYW
If you're not into musicals, fuck off. This is a niche-thread, so it won't get much, other than me and other ppl sperging about how OMFG THIS.
There's so many themes to be extrapolated. My preference is "Ruthlessness is Mercy Upon Ourselves". But again, it's the animatic artist reinterpretations that make this a dynamic thing. It continues to evolve, as opposed to previous where the script was written, weeks of rehearsals,...
The game is changing
Let's start with the basics.
Odysseus enters into the "Iliad" as a righteous king. We can parse specifics later, but he's a righteous king.
But he is a king who reigns over a small place under a tyrrannical dictator who IS petty enough to kill all of Odysseus' people.
And so, to war. None of this is desired, this is the result of one man's unchecked pride. And still, all of Ithaca, under their leader goes to war.
And wins. Inconceivably, but under questionable context, the Odyssey is a parable/zen-koan about the nature of responsibility and the consiquences of irresponsibility. Enjoy
Odysseus enters into the "Iliad" as a righteous king. We can parse specifics later, but he's a righteous king.
But he is a king who reigns over a small place under a tyrrannical dictator who IS petty enough to kill all of Odysseus' people.
And so, to war. None of this is desired, this is the result of one man's unchecked pride. And still, all of Ithaca, under their leader goes to war.
And wins. Inconceivably, but under questionable context, the Odyssey is a parable/zen-koan about the nature of responsibility and the consiquences of irresponsibility. Enjoy
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One problem plaguing a lot of people these days, especially burgers like myself, is that many people eat out at restaurants too much instead of preparing home cooked meals. Eating out is frequently both more expensive and less healthy for you than a home cooked meal. Furthermore, many people live with a limited library of meals that they know how to prepare and don't realize the culinary possibilities that are right in front of them.
The purpose of this thread is to try to break that habit of eating out and to make cooking at home become the norm in our lives. Please share meal ideas and how to prepare them here. All meals are welcome, although preferably we should post meals that are easy to prepare so that novice cooks will not be intimidated by the prospect of preparing them for themselves. Even simple sandwiches are fair game. Sometimes that may mean cutting corners with pre-made mixes instead of preparing everything from scratch.
Remember that the goal isn't necessarily to post the most inexpensive meals or the healthiest meals, although those meals are certainly very welcome. The goal is to encourage people to dust off their kitchen appliances and flex their atrophied cooking muscles. I realize that this opens the door to culinary nightmares like /tg/'s infamous meat-bread, but so be it. Let's get cooking!
The purpose of this thread is to try to break that habit of eating out and to make cooking at home become the norm in our lives. Please share meal ideas and how to prepare them here. All meals are welcome, although preferably we should post meals that are easy to prepare so that novice cooks will not be intimidated by the prospect of preparing them for themselves. Even simple sandwiches are fair game. Sometimes that may mean cutting corners with pre-made mixes instead of preparing everything from scratch.
Remember that the goal isn't necessarily to post the most inexpensive meals or the healthiest meals, although those meals are certainly very welcome. The goal is to encourage people to dust off their kitchen appliances and flex their atrophied cooking muscles. I realize that this opens the door to culinary nightmares like /tg/'s infamous meat-bread, but so be it. Let's get cooking!
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Oh something else for everyone that can help with your onions and giving you a growable harvest of em in the future.
If you get grocery store onions and youre gonna cook them, only use the bottom 3/4ths of it and make sure you leave the last 1/4th have the little bits of roots on the top.
If you remove the outer husk and soak it roots down in water until you start to see shoots, you can plant them as some free onion starters and reuse them!
If you get grocery store onions and youre gonna cook them, only use the bottom 3/4ths of it and make sure you leave the last 1/4th have the little bits of roots on the top.
If you remove the outer husk and soak it roots down in water until you start to see shoots, you can plant them as some free onion starters and reuse them!
There needs to be an ESRB-type organization in charge of spice-level certification. Sometimes you get something labelled 'spic' and it just tastes like there was once spice involved in the process. Then you get other shit that melts your goddamn face off, and that's coming from a self-described spice lord who eats habaneros like candy.
I'm just saying, scoville units don't work as a standard unless everyone is advertizing it, but if you've every tried all the different ramen and "maybe korean, but also ramen" types, you may know what I'm talking about. It could actually work, in the same way Dave Portnoy did his thing with "one bite" pizza reviews.
I'm just saying, scoville units don't work as a standard unless everyone is advertizing it, but if you've every tried all the different ramen and "maybe korean, but also ramen" types, you may know what I'm talking about. It could actually work, in the same way Dave Portnoy did his thing with "one bite" pizza reviews.
Alright you foodie faggots. Its finally happened. There's a youtuber named ChefPK. In addition to having done more Food Wars recipes than anyone on the internet, he also did a complete reaction series to the entirety of Food Wars. But for copywrite reasons, the series was removed years ago. Well, it's back. It's on his patreon, and if you like anime, cooking, and authoritative reactions, check it out.
This is THE way to watch Food Wars
patreon/com/chefpk
This is THE way to watch Food Wars
patreon/com/chefpk
>>8383
>Food Wars
Nah, I pass.
When you have an East European granny from the countryside cooking online I would be more interested.
>Food Wars
Nah, I pass.
When you have an East European granny from the countryside cooking online I would be more interested.
https://youtube.com/shorts/fAcLHXdxQW4?si=248s1sKTQ4Sgvgg2
While a slight variation on several styles, this is a new one not previously considered Pleat gained
While a slight variation on several styles, this is a new one not previously considered Pleat gained
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Everybody has a story to tell, oftentimes unbelievable or unconfirmable. Weird things, awesome things, incredible things. Maybe it was an encounter with a majestic wild animal, or perhaps a hilarious set of circumstances that led to one of the most amazingly backward day.
ITT we tell those stories; the awe inspiring, the laghable and the wonderful, the ones we will never forget even if they only amount to 'that one time'.
>be me, 25 m
>working a seasonal job by the coast
>new to area, dont know anyone from Adam
>horribly anti-social, don't play well with others
>local bar does a jazz improv night
>played trumpet for ~10 years, but havent played for 4,...
>Fuck it there'll be booz
>bar has a stage, for hosting
>buncha dudes up on the stage, several drum kits with the stage lights glinting off 'em
>reminds me of 'the days' so I take a seat by the edge of the stage cuz theres already a dozen plus here
>pull out my trumpet Nickel-plated Jupiter Professional with a custom gold-plated, 3a(size), Megatone mouthpiece (shit was baller)
>spend a good hour, just listening to different jams, warming up in between
>go to play a couple times, get nervous, talk myself out of it
>still, the music is awesome, and if youve never, improv music is a special kind of magic
>night is winding down, some people start packing up some of their stuff
>never really examined anyone in detail, wouldnt have even known what was about to happen, still can't believe it TBH
>Guy in the back, clearly one of the first to arrive says "We havent heard from him yet"
>ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck
>"Play something"
<Uh,... uhhh,...
>"Pick a key and just play us something, just relax"
<Uhh,... well its a B-flat trumpet so what works for you
>Major or minor?
<Uhhh,... A-minor for Bb trumpet? I swear to god dont say it
>"When you're ready
>start in with a simple haunting-sort of casual noir-esque melody
>dude in the back picks right up with a very light guitar accent
>bass enters, then drums
>and thats about when you lose focus
>when you're given a solo like that, cuz thats what that was, you end up 'saying something' with the music
>oftentimes something you needed to say, and just as often, you didn't know you needed to
>you've already established to the group the sort of melody style
>hey know what to expect
>so you just say what it is you gotta say
>as you keep saying you build momentum, you express more
>probably one of my best solos
>wish I had a recording
>audience and band all clap
>people compliment, especially the other musicians
>firm but non aggressive clap comes down on my shoulder
>guy from the back had walked up, facing the same direction, leans in and says
>that was a really nice solo, kid I may be embellishing the 'kid', been a while
>two days later
>be talking to the bar owner, place is empty
>"So what did you think about the other night"
<It was awesome. I dont have alot of improv experience, I'm used to rehearsals and strict adherence to the page
>"Can you keep a secret"
<Uh, I think so, I dont know anyone to tell
>"You know who that guy who played background guitar for you?"
<He didn't introduce himself, no
>"You didn't recognize him?"
<Wasnt paying attention tbh
>"Don't tell anybody. He doesnt want to be noticed, he doesnt even like to talk to people, and he doesnt get to do this often. He just wants to come for the music
>If you come again, you play along too and dont say anything or you're banned for life, understand?"
>I nod
>"That was Eric Clapton.
>He lives about 40 miles from here, only comes out every so often cuz fans and tourists start showing up when he comes regularly."
Never saw the guy again to confirm, can't imagine the benefit to the bartender lying, but that was the time I may have jammed with Eric Clapton.
ITT we tell those stories; the awe inspiring, the laghable and the wonderful, the ones we will never forget even if they only amount to 'that one time'.
>be me, 25 m
>working a seasonal job by the coast
>new to area, dont know anyone from Adam
>horribly anti-social, don't play well with others
>local bar does a jazz improv night
>played trumpet for ~10 years, but havent played for 4,...
>Fuck it there'll be booz
>bar has a stage, for hosting
>buncha dudes up on the stage, several drum kits with the stage lights glinting off 'em
>reminds me of 'the days' so I take a seat by the edge of the stage cuz theres already a dozen plus here
>pull out my trumpet Nickel-plated Jupiter Professional with a custom gold-plated, 3a(size), Megatone mouthpiece (shit was baller)
>spend a good hour, just listening to different jams, warming up in between
>go to play a couple times, get nervous, talk myself out of it
>still, the music is awesome, and if youve never, improv music is a special kind of magic
>night is winding down, some people start packing up some of their stuff
>never really examined anyone in detail, wouldnt have even known what was about to happen, still can't believe it TBH
>Guy in the back, clearly one of the first to arrive says "We havent heard from him yet"
>ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck
>"Play something"
<Uh,... uhhh,...
>"Pick a key and just play us something, just relax"
<Uhh,... well its a B-flat trumpet so what works for you
>Major or minor?
<Uhhh,... A-minor for Bb trumpet? I swear to god dont say it
>"When you're ready
>start in with a simple haunting-sort of casual noir-esque melody
>dude in the back picks right up with a very light guitar accent
>bass enters, then drums
>and thats about when you lose focus
>when you're given a solo like that, cuz thats what that was, you end up 'saying something' with the music
>oftentimes something you needed to say, and just as often, you didn't know you needed to
>you've already established to the group the sort of melody style
>hey know what to expect
>so you just say what it is you gotta say
>as you keep saying you build momentum, you express more
>probably one of my best solos
>wish I had a recording
>audience and band all clap
>people compliment, especially the other musicians
>firm but non aggressive clap comes down on my shoulder
>guy from the back had walked up, facing the same direction, leans in and says
>that was a really nice solo, kid I may be embellishing the 'kid', been a while
>two days later
>be talking to the bar owner, place is empty
>"So what did you think about the other night"
<It was awesome. I dont have alot of improv experience, I'm used to rehearsals and strict adherence to the page
>"Can you keep a secret"
<Uh, I think so, I dont know anyone to tell
>"You know who that guy who played background guitar for you?"
<He didn't introduce himself, no
>"You didn't recognize him?"
<Wasnt paying attention tbh
>"Don't tell anybody. He doesnt want to be noticed, he doesnt even like to talk to people, and he doesnt get to do this often. He just wants to come for the music
>If you come again, you play along too and dont say anything or you're banned for life, understand?"
>I nod
>"That was Eric Clapton.
>He lives about 40 miles from here, only comes out every so often cuz fans and tourists start showing up when he comes regularly."
Never saw the guy again to confirm, can't imagine the benefit to the bartender lying, but that was the time I may have jammed with Eric Clapton.
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>>8220
Well, I like the fact that you're getting me to think about genuine events that made me smile, because I don't really (want to) remember those anymore. Will keep reviving those jaded old RAM cells and see what comes out.
I can however align my life's past events and see how they helped me discover and accept Jesus Christ's cost/work-free invitation to sup with me and live in His Kingdom for eternity, which makes going through them all more than worthwhile. It doesn't make me "smile", but I am filled with unmatched appreciation and gladness at the free gift given to me, and the patience and grace extended to me.
It's always a bit "tragic" when impressive skills such as yours end up being left behind in a previous chapter of ones' life, but they can also get built upon and evolve in some way in the next chapter.
Does music and outdoors team fitness still matter to you, or are other things now challenging you in a constructive way?
Okay, maybe I've got 1 "heartwarming" story so far:
I'm a farm-dog, and own chickens - people tend to think that chickens are just stupid, and sometimes that's true, but there can be a "depth" to animals that one won't spot with casual or arrogant observation.
One of the farm chickens ended up getting bad cuts on her feet and legs for some reason, and instead of just going on as normal, or becoming sicker and sicker, she escaped the large area set apart for the chickens (this would not have caused the injury) and walked all the way to my bedroom window and started complaining loudly and persistently - calling me outside. When I went out to see what was going on, she walked up to me closely and just stood and complained in a distressed way.
I noticed the injury, gave her a warm waist-high bath in Betadine, lightly dressed the wound and put her in a large cage in my bedroom with warming light, food and water for a few days.
When she got better, she went back to the chicken-area and was quite happy.
A few months later, chicks had hatched and several hens were out with their chicks scratching in the dirt, pecking feed and doing the usual happy-chicken-stuff.
Every time I entered the chicken area, the mother hens led their chicks away or just ignored me, but bedroom-chicken always greeted me and called her chicks over to meet me, allow me to touch them, and then they'd start doing happy-chicken-stuff right next to my legs until I'd leave.
(Pic probably mostly unrelated.)
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Why the reminder/urgency for not doxxing oneself?
Well, I like the fact that you're getting me to think about genuine events that made me smile, because I don't really (want to) remember those anymore. Will keep reviving those jaded old RAM cells and see what comes out.
I can however align my life's past events and see how they helped me discover and accept Jesus Christ's cost/work-free invitation to sup with me and live in His Kingdom for eternity, which makes going through them all more than worthwhile. It doesn't make me "smile", but I am filled with unmatched appreciation and gladness at the free gift given to me, and the patience and grace extended to me.
It's always a bit "tragic" when impressive skills such as yours end up being left behind in a previous chapter of ones' life, but they can also get built upon and evolve in some way in the next chapter.
Does music and outdoors team fitness still matter to you, or are other things now challenging you in a constructive way?
Okay, maybe I've got 1 "heartwarming" story so far:
I'm a farm-dog, and own chickens - people tend to think that chickens are just stupid, and sometimes that's true, but there can be a "depth" to animals that one won't spot with casual or arrogant observation.
One of the farm chickens ended up getting bad cuts on her feet and legs for some reason, and instead of just going on as normal, or becoming sicker and sicker, she escaped the large area set apart for the chickens (this would not have caused the injury) and walked all the way to my bedroom window and started complaining loudly and persistently - calling me outside. When I went out to see what was going on, she walked up to me closely and just stood and complained in a distressed way.
I noticed the injury, gave her a warm waist-high bath in Betadine, lightly dressed the wound and put her in a large cage in my bedroom with warming light, food and water for a few days.
When she got better, she went back to the chicken-area and was quite happy.
A few months later, chicks had hatched and several hens were out with their chicks scratching in the dirt, pecking feed and doing the usual happy-chicken-stuff.
Every time I entered the chicken area, the mother hens led their chicks away or just ignored me, but bedroom-chicken always greeted me and called her chicks over to meet me, allow me to touch them, and then they'd start doing happy-chicken-stuff right next to my legs until I'd leave.
(Pic probably mostly unrelated.)
---
Why the reminder/urgency for not doxxing oneself?
>>8226
>>8226
>I like the fact that you're getting me to think about genuine events that made me smile, because I don't really (want to) remember those anymore
This sentence was a journey
>music and outdoor team fitness
Music when it strikes me, been railing Bury the Light recently. And if by outdoor team fitness yiu mean "managing a 7 acre with cats and dogs and chickens (we're getting ducks and geese in the spring :3).
And yes, animal intelligence is vastly underrated. My cats comprehend simple phrases, and detect when the phrase is varied.
>inside chickens
Okay, people been sleeping on this for too long. I know you know, but inside chickens is in fact, a thing. Ffs, we eat what comes from their ass. Keep em happy! Let em inside!
Of course, when they were chicks I would take turns holding them and warming them with my hands and breath,... theres ways to get them to bond better. ^_^
>why the emphasis on not doxxing
Cuz it's my thread, and I would head off any casting of aspersions
>>8226
>I like the fact that you're getting me to think about genuine events that made me smile, because I don't really (want to) remember those anymore
This sentence was a journey
>music and outdoor team fitness
Music when it strikes me, been railing Bury the Light recently. And if by outdoor team fitness yiu mean "managing a 7 acre with cats and dogs and chickens (we're getting ducks and geese in the spring :3).
And yes, animal intelligence is vastly underrated. My cats comprehend simple phrases, and detect when the phrase is varied.
>inside chickens
Okay, people been sleeping on this for too long. I know you know, but inside chickens is in fact, a thing. Ffs, we eat what comes from their ass. Keep em happy! Let em inside!
Of course, when they were chicks I would take turns holding them and warming them with my hands and breath,... theres ways to get them to bond better. ^_^
>why the emphasis on not doxxing
Cuz it's my thread, and I would head off any casting of aspersions
Today's story is a recent one involving a trip to the grocery store.
For perspective, I usually look to be quite the sight; I have an old, stained, mechanic's jumpsuit, my hair/facial is only recently trimmed for HarmonyCon, I keep it otherwise unkempt (and it is rapidly returning to it's ordinary state of disarray because of liberal use of a beanie, and a refusal to shower more often than every couple weeks.
Simply out, my appearance and demeanor in society is a carefully structured statement of:
>Go away. I don't want to talk to you, I DON'T want you to talk to me, I am deliberately as unapproachable and unsightly as possible, please just let me get my things and I will be on my way; avoidance of eye-contact, resting bitch-face, the works.
To my surprise, the young 6 year old in the cart in front of us (one of my brothers was there) says "Hey. Hey" and starts waving to get my attention. This is curious to me, because why are you got getting the memo? I cast a glance at the boy's mortified mother that conveys "Are you okay with this? I certainly am not" before putting on a pleasant face and saying "Yes?"
The boy points to a display that's selling coiled up tubes of vanilla wafers wrapped in chocolate. The boy says "The sign says you should buy it." I look over "It does,..." trying to suggest to the boy that he was being very silly and a bit rude" and he WAVES ME OVER, and says "You gotta do it then! Go buy it!" I reply "Thank you for the notification."
The mother has now had enough of it.
Here's the heartwarming part.
She says, in a tone of voice that gave me chills, to the degree that my brother and I avert our eyes, knowing what is likely to go down:
"If you don't knock it off right now, the only choices you will make for the rest of the night is whether I take my belt off right now, or your father takes his belt off when we get back to the truck."
I love conservative families
For perspective, I usually look to be quite the sight; I have an old, stained, mechanic's jumpsuit, my hair/facial is only recently trimmed for HarmonyCon, I keep it otherwise unkempt (and it is rapidly returning to it's ordinary state of disarray because of liberal use of a beanie, and a refusal to shower more often than every couple weeks.
Simply out, my appearance and demeanor in society is a carefully structured statement of:
>Go away. I don't want to talk to you, I DON'T want you to talk to me, I am deliberately as unapproachable and unsightly as possible, please just let me get my things and I will be on my way; avoidance of eye-contact, resting bitch-face, the works.
To my surprise, the young 6 year old in the cart in front of us (one of my brothers was there) says "Hey. Hey" and starts waving to get my attention. This is curious to me, because why are you got getting the memo? I cast a glance at the boy's mortified mother that conveys "Are you okay with this? I certainly am not" before putting on a pleasant face and saying "Yes?"
The boy points to a display that's selling coiled up tubes of vanilla wafers wrapped in chocolate. The boy says "The sign says you should buy it." I look over "It does,..." trying to suggest to the boy that he was being very silly and a bit rude" and he WAVES ME OVER, and says "You gotta do it then! Go buy it!" I reply "Thank you for the notification."
The mother has now had enough of it.
Here's the heartwarming part.
She says, in a tone of voice that gave me chills, to the degree that my brother and I avert our eyes, knowing what is likely to go down:
"If you don't knock it off right now, the only choices you will make for the rest of the night is whether I take my belt off right now, or your father takes his belt off when we get back to the truck."
I love conservative families
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Alright lads, this one is gonna be hard to get through.
Tell me, have you heard the story of the sages that keep/maintain the Pony shrine at the top of the under-mountain of trash? Oh, of course I'm being hyperbolic, but only a bit.
If one were to venture to 4chan/trash/, they would find,... trash. But not infrequently, they might stumble across a pony thread, Trixie as is currently the case.
What you may not know is that for 15 GODDAMN YEARS there's a handful of faggits who have been maintaining a VERY silent and VERY thankless vigil to ponies that has lasted SINCE /trash/ BEGAN.
Let me tell you the story. I might get specifics wrong, but here's the general gist. Back when GR14 was a thing (fun fact, it BECAME GR15 later), and ponies were kicked from everywhere but /mlp/, there were holdouts. There were horsefuckers (who weren't particularly into horses or fuckery, but on principle) said "No, this is a containment board, not a free zone of expression" and spurned Moot's "compromise" board. Months later /trash/ became a thing, and being a red board those hold-outs ventured there to try and build a proper beachhead/shrine to pony.
Feeling rightfully discarded by the pony community which - while we can argue about inevitability - decided to take the blue-board pill, [i]these sages are still fucking there. Still posting ponies. Still completely dismissive of the fandom, and still maintaining an elegant and otherwise spotless shrine in the middle of /trash/. I'm reminded of the Gith'zerai temple in Limbo. I don't know whether to laugh or cry tbh.
Its one of the most incomprehensible stories I have ever heard. But I was polite and respectful, and they told me the story. I encourage anyone who is reading this, venture to the undermountain shrine. Pay your respects to the ancient horsefuckers there. They may be a little crazy (I'm just saying, you don't stick around /trash/ for any period of time without a few screws coming loose), but they're proper lads. And, they occasionally come under attack from assholes, and don't have the presence of mind to stock horsepussy (which doesn't always work, bring a bit of horsecock as well).
Tell me, have you heard the story of the sages that keep/maintain the Pony shrine at the top of the under-mountain of trash? Oh, of course I'm being hyperbolic, but only a bit.
If one were to venture to 4chan/trash/, they would find,... trash. But not infrequently, they might stumble across a pony thread, Trixie as is currently the case.
What you may not know is that for 15 GODDAMN YEARS there's a handful of faggits who have been maintaining a VERY silent and VERY thankless vigil to ponies that has lasted SINCE /trash/ BEGAN.
Let me tell you the story. I might get specifics wrong, but here's the general gist. Back when GR14 was a thing (fun fact, it BECAME GR15 later), and ponies were kicked from everywhere but /mlp/, there were holdouts. There were horsefuckers (who weren't particularly into horses or fuckery, but on principle) said "No, this is a containment board, not a free zone of expression" and spurned Moot's "compromise" board. Months later /trash/ became a thing, and being a red board those hold-outs ventured there to try and build a proper beachhead/shrine to pony.
Feeling rightfully discarded by the pony community which - while we can argue about inevitability - decided to take the blue-board pill, [i]these sages are still fucking there. Still posting ponies. Still completely dismissive of the fandom, and still maintaining an elegant and otherwise spotless shrine in the middle of /trash/. I'm reminded of the Gith'zerai temple in Limbo. I don't know whether to laugh or cry tbh.
Its one of the most incomprehensible stories I have ever heard. But I was polite and respectful, and they told me the story. I encourage anyone who is reading this, venture to the undermountain shrine. Pay your respects to the ancient horsefuckers there. They may be a little crazy (I'm just saying, you don't stick around /trash/ for any period of time without a few screws coming loose), but they're proper lads. And, they occasionally come under attack from assholes, and don't have the presence of mind to stock horsepussy (which doesn't always work, bring a bit of horsecock as well).
I'm not gonna break any site rules by posting a link, I'll just say to put "Pony" in the search field
This story takes place middle of 2000. In a major city in California lies a small and historical theatre that happened to be doing a run of the Pirates of Penzance. Amongst the chorus and background actors was OP.
https://youtu.be/Rs3dPaz9nAo?si=coRri7cZUGsdkj2N
During the classic "Major General" song, our production had alot more shenanigens going on with the pirates, and it was the ladies who were quiet (as it should be Xp). During the apex parts where the MG was making the "difficult" rhymes, we stylistically interjected pauses where the pirates would mutter amongst themselves trying to predict what would be said next.
Op was paired with a ginger fellow - proper chap - and had a basic "dialogue" going where for the "Sat a gee" line I would suggest January. Then Robert (literally his name) would say "No no, March. March is my birthday". And I would say "But March doesn't rhyme with strategy" at which point the lead would finish the verse.
One day, being a shit, when we got to this point in the production, I looked at Robert and said "March". And he said "Wait Janua... Mar... why did you do that?"
And for 15 seconds, he shook his head at me for meta breaking character and throwing him off. It was a minimal exchange, likely no one noticed, but it did happen. ^_^
https://youtu.be/Rs3dPaz9nAo?si=coRri7cZUGsdkj2N
During the classic "Major General" song, our production had alot more shenanigens going on with the pirates, and it was the ladies who were quiet (as it should be Xp). During the apex parts where the MG was making the "difficult" rhymes, we stylistically interjected pauses where the pirates would mutter amongst themselves trying to predict what would be said next.
Op was paired with a ginger fellow - proper chap - and had a basic "dialogue" going where for the "Sat a gee" line I would suggest January. Then Robert (literally his name) would say "No no, March. March is my birthday". And I would say "But March doesn't rhyme with strategy" at which point the lead would finish the verse.
One day, being a shit, when we got to this point in the production, I looked at Robert and said "March". And he said "Wait Janua... Mar... why did you do that?"
And for 15 seconds, he shook his head at me for meta breaking character and throwing him off. It was a minimal exchange, likely no one noticed, but it did happen. ^_^
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