Random Thought Thread

No it means @123456789 Is Mystic.

 

I don't think I know any of the actual lyrics of Total Eclipse of the Heart anymore

Between commercial parodies & internet parodies I've forgotten all of it

Like you can't convince me "They do the Macarena, but I'm still not impressed. They beg for me to dance with them, but not in this dress〜♪" is not a legitimate line because I'm always gonna sing it completely seriously at karaoke

Edit: also

"Turn around~ Every now and then I get a little bit hungry and there's nothing good around
Turn around~ Every now and then I get a little bit tired of living off the taste of the air
Turn around, Barry〜♪
FINALLY I HAVE A MANLY CHOCOLATELY SNACK!!"

Thank you 2013 Fiber One bar commercial

 

I have a Goodreads account now!

https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/67803843-john-flukinger

 

Me too. And one on Smashwords, but that was so I could give a
nice young ladies horror story a review.

 

I'm addicted to Facebook now. HAAAAALLP!!!

 

Alright, lets work our way through this logically.

What is it in Facebook that people are addicted to? It's not the inane posts about peoples lives, unfiltered articles written by God knows who, or pictures of peoples food. People are addicted to getting positive responses back from other people. There's a sense of value that comes with people approving of something you've produced or found. But all you're getting from Facebook are people who are liking and posting on others materials in hopes that that person will in turn do the same for them.

TL/DR: Facebook is a pointless circle jerk. Don't do it.

 

As 0pposed to the pure ivory tower of Writingforums.org: https://www.writingforums.org/threads/what-does-a-like-mean-to-you.152211/

 

Facebook has become 90 percent posting someone else's material. So often now we are sharing or copying/pasting memes, emojies and videos that really have little to do with our own lives.

 

Excuse you, that adorable cat video exposed dire economic circumstances & eloquently espoused political opinions I didn't even know I had until it said it for me so succinctly (and convincingly)!



In reality I just use Facebook to avoid posting current photos of me until it gets weird that I look nothing like that one year old picture & feel it necessary to show a more accurate depiction only to second guess every upload, changing it 23 times in one week because I look stupid and hate myself. Also to razz on my friends, private message them pointless conversations, and pretend we're all still so close though I haven't been at a group gathering in over a year. Also to post long rants of my minutely detailed, unrequested critical analysis & reviews of current films & television series.

Predominantly Facebook is just a convenient tool for keeping tabs on other people's lives & whereabouts for the lazy stalker. Which is why I enjoy it—no time, energy, or emotional investment needed and yet all the pertinent information provided for you.

Also for ranting with no social ramifications, cause no one cares what I think or at least cares to read obscenely large walls of texts on what I think.

Spoiler: I Actually Looked at My Timeline to See how I actually used Facebook

Spoiler: I Actually Looked at My Timeline to See how I actually used Facebook

Apparently I mostly just screenshot/type out conversations with my best friends

 

Best TV commercial ever:

 

Why can't the villain just be a normal person who goes off the rails?
Though this could also apply to the protagonist as well in some cases,
where either one or both have a big bad history to explain why they
are the way they are.
(This has been one of those things that has been gnawing away
at me for a while now, the whole protag/antag having this tragic
backstory thing just seems a little too much when it crops up
so often.)

Poor Graxis, you had a horrible childhood growing up on a farm
in the pretty valley with loving parents. Now look at you, 239yrs,
made Major, and going around chopping people up with swords.
If only you had been beaten and locked in the root cellar, then you
would have more reason to be that way, but I suppose doing it with
the best intentions in the long run works too.

 

I think because we tried to veer away from absolutes of black & white, pure good & evil.

We wanted complexity where heroes weren't all good and villains weren't sheer evil.

And if a villain is from a good home; with a good childhood; was raised proper; received all the attention, love, and support anyone could want; and decides unreservedly that genocide or any other atrocity is the right or expedient way to go—what can you call that but pure, inherent evil?

I honestly take no issue with indiluted depravity of nature in a villain—but apparently it's not complex or nuanced enough for our modern liking. We're reasonable, rational creatures—we believe—so we want reasonable, rational explanations for behaviours. If we can't break it down to some point or cause, we'll immediately chock it up to insanity & have done with it.

Perhaps mani sans delire or something of that nature, but insanity nonetheless.

 

Can you imagine being crapped on by an ostrich?*


*Of course, since the theme is VR, someone is probably working on that now

 

Hello,

I am glad to inform you that I got a gig overseas.
So after getting off the ass blisteringly long flight,
I have finally been settling into my new home away
from home, here in not so sunny Arstotzka. (Proabably
should have read the brochure on the place).

Anywho, while the average day is a balmy -22 degrees,
I can't complain. The local government was nice enough
to provide me with accommodations and assigned living
quarters. The buxom middle aged spinster that they
had me shack up with is not so bad. Though it is nice
to sit down and have tea and cookies, I often wonder
just how far gone she really is. Though you have to admit,
you wouldn't want to miss out on the stories of the great
war in the 1980s, and how Obshchiye nechetkiye sapogi
(General Fuzzy Boots) kicked the Nazis out of Korea.
Shockingly enough she has some photographs, and
I will be damned if that General Fuzzy Boots isn't the
most decorated cat in all of military history.

I am sorry that I can't tell you so much more, but I haven't
enough coins to keep using the internet much longer.

Sincerely your friend from Arstotzka with love,
Cave Troll

(PS: I will try to write back as soon as I can, miss you guys.)

 

Watched Brain Games on Netflix, and they had a peripheral view test/example

And they tried to trick us with men dressed like women (just a cheerleader outfit & a wig) on one side & girl cheerleaders on the other

They made the reveal like it was a big surprise—but I saw they were men, even from the corner of my eye

Their shapes/silhouettes are so different! Most were a foot or more taller, all were thicker, and not one had the waist of a woman—all large enough differences that even a blurry peripheral can note of the general shapes.

But then I spent all of junior high to college fawning over ビジュアルけい/おしゃれけい and Kpop artists/bands

For some reason, caucasians struggle to see that these are all men:



My theory is when you can instantly distinguish a beautiful man in Asia, bulky American silhouettes from the peripheral are no trouble at all

(Biggest obvious is broad shoulders, the neck, personally I think noses, wrists, and again waist. Men have an inverted triangle torso shape to them—women always, however lightly or exaggeratedly, cinch at their waist)

 

Way to dash the dreams I never had of ever becoming a Drag Queen.

 

So, 50 people downloaded my book on amazon last month, and no one left a review. To be fair, my first book was a total mess, so it's probably a good thing.

 

Just because body proportions are different doesn't mean you can't be beautiful

Exhibit the same men above:

As a born female, I can honestly admit those men are prettier than I ever hope to be

 

Hey, I revved it and enjoyed reading it.

Well to be fair it was one time, alone on Halloween.
(The evidence has been destroyed.)

Not really sure I would replicate the exp. again though,
that strapless bra was an itchy bastard on my sternum.
(So I ain't gonna, and you can't make me.)

(Also, I never feel beautiful in any sense. Though I have
fleeting moments where I think that I could be.)

 

My mom wants to have a sit down talk about my weight & what I'm eating

I really don't want to have this talk

 

As cave trolls go, you mean? Or by conventional human standards?

 

Well I am human.
Mom was a human.
Dad was a human.
So I suppose I must be too.
Lets go with the human standard.

 

Spoiler: Weird (yet normal) Conversations

I don't know why, but I find her hilarious

Ignore this—it's more for me than anything