History lesson for everyone : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonus_Army
For the TL;DR people here it is:
The Bonus Army were something around 17,000 WWI veterans who camped smack dab in the middle of Washington D.C. Why? Because they decided that since they have no money and no jobs that they should be able to collect the money from their Service Certificates for fighting in WWI. The only problem was that they were bonds and could not be redeemed until 1945. They camped out anyway and Hoover, the president at the time, basically destroyed the shit out of their homes and the Army forced everyone to relocate.
They burned down the Hooverville that was just outside of Congress and made people leave with extreme violence.
Now that we have that out of the way lets go ahead and talk about our govt. In terms of the story what do you think of the Pres. decision at the time?
Do you think it was okay for Hoover to order that?
Wondering where the opinions are on this.
At 2/10/10 03:19 AM, Korriken wrote: She was talking about moving closer to Israel being what she wanted obama to do, not warring with Iran. she just states that going to war with Iran would make Obama look tougher (I'm not so sure about that one.) and I do agree that war with Iran right now wouldn't be a good idea. Not because we might lose, but because we're already working on 2 places at the moment. a 3rd would help nothing.
Maybe later.
She just said going to war with Iran would make Obama look tougher.
So that means she advocated war with Iran.
I really don't see the difference of the issue even if it means you are "backing up Israel".
Sarah Palin, who obviously has intentions to run for office in 2012, suggests we should go to war with Iran.
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NO! JUST FUCKING NO!
She is the "voice of the people" and is advocating a war with Iran for all the wrong reasons. Jesus Christ and what scares me about this is that she doesn't have any idea what kind of implications this has for our country.
Oh man times are bad.
Oh God, watch out Luke!
At 2/8/10 01:20 PM, PhoenixGodwin wrote:
I'm just excited for the Gears of War movie. After reading one of the books I think it could be pretty damn awesome.
What? Did you actually pay attention to the Gears of War storyline in the game? That was quite possibly the most rushed and disjointed way to convey a plot in the history of story telling. The action was fun, but I couldn't understand a damned thing and while the second game did a better job they sure as hell didn't clear up a lot of the mess that was in the first game.
Also, the game leaves too much room for it being the dumbest action movie ever and I believe Hollywood is quite capable of doing that.
I'm slightly excited about the Mass Effect film, but I have this sneaking suspicion that Hollywood is going to fuck that one up too.
At 2/7/10 10:31 PM, DM692 wrote: As well as I, some would argue. As well as I.
You are the hottest emo chick ever.
Disney isn't "making it", they are distributing the film. Jerry Bruckheimer's production company are the one's making the film. Just like Pirates of the Caribbean.
Also, this movie looks like contrived adventure film garbage in the same attempt at the Pirates franchise. It looks like it is really going to be a simple movie.
Also, if anyone thought the plot in the video game was some kind of epic masterpiece telling then you are as dense as a large rock. It wasn't a very good story and I find it amusing that this production company is trying to adapt it. Interesting that it's the first big budget video game film, but uninteresting that they would pick something that I could care less about.
At 2/7/10 07:51 PM, SadisticMonkey wrote:At 2/7/10 03:12 PM, Warforger wrote: First off, why should only Libertian and Conservative states secede? Whats wrong with Liberal states?The secession I'm talking about is that which is done to avoid a growing government which is increasingly unconcerned about the constitution and hence, liberty.
Now, there might be exceptions BLAH BLAH BLAH, but generally liberals aren't exactly champions of the constitution, and are always pushing for the expansion of the size and scope of government and for higher taxes.
I find great irony in that statement seeing how liberals up until the end of the 20th century WERE actually champions of the constitution. While conservatives tended to be more geared towards the order side of the government to make sure there would still BE a constitution. That's just how things rolled around those times.
I find your general attitude towards liberalism to be vastly incorrect and are pretty much letting your conservative judgment rule over the fact that you can't be objective about anything. This is why you are, on some issues, always going to be wrong.
I've always found this vast ideologue to be people overreacting which they are. Pretending as if the current government intentionally wants to do away with the constitution and set up a pure government control. We've reached a point where people have seemed to forget just exactly what it is like to live in a totalitarian country and we have bad times now that people seem to have blow things out of proportion.
Also, I don't believe in the idea of succession. The United States did that once and there is no need for us to go through that again. I could be idealistic about my opinions, but I'd like to point out that we haven't failed as a Democracy and this isn't how things are done.
The XM8 is a joke.
They tried to create a do all weapon and this one was just not the way to go. The hand grip melted after a long period of time and it just wasn't a viable replacement for the SAW or the M4.
The US military are currently looking for a upgrade to the M4 or M16, but at the moment they are using what they have and so far it hasn't failed us. The M16 is a very reliable weapon.
I've used the M16A4 with an ACOG and grip attachments. Let me tell you just how easy, light and precise that weapon is. Talk about dream shooting.
I can't deal with it anymore. I just can't.
I am deeply astounded of the viewpoints of people out there and how vastly partisan people are. It's like they look at the facts in front of their faces and pretend that they aren't even there. They just continue with their talking point until there is a screaming argument or the person at the other end just gives up.
I got my first shot from the liberal audience from some forum when they posted a video of something being uncooperative, high on drugs and naked in a public place. The police ended up tasing the man and did so two more times after even after the man hit one of the cops in the balls.
Response? "OMG POLICE BRUTALITY!" From a logical perspective you can see the cops following proceedure step by step until they were forced to use the taser, but nope. This was police brutality because obviously, "Aren't tasers supposed to be an alternative to guns?"
No, morons, they are an alternative to beating a man with a club.
Recently, however, the conservatives have just been annoying me to no end. I can't stand it anymore. It's like I'm trying to reach the finish line in the "100 meter dash to a logical conversation". Each time I begin the dash I end up running into a brick wall the just won't fucking budge. I try to remove the logical fallicies in the brick wall piece by piece, but they put a new one up and its even bigger.
This final straw for me started right around the time I visited Hot Air and obvious conservative political blog/website. It saw showing the interesting Stewart/O'Riley interview. Then I decided, like an idiot, to see what the comments were.
The whole time it was an argument FOR Fox News. I'd like to post some of the comments.
"Stewart thinks that everything on FOX is geared to the Right. I might be willing to agree with his premise if he will say whether or not other media outlets have a Left leaning perspective. Without that information his comments are meaningless as anything but insults."
Well, if you actually watch the show (and you don't) you'd realize that he makes fun of the other networks ALL THE TIME! But what gets me is that she actually, in her own stupid way, agrees with the statement that Fox News is geared to the right, but isn't willing to actually say it unless he agrees other networks are geared to the left. DOES ANYONE SEE WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER LOGIC!?
How about my favorite quote?
"Quoting Jon Stewart, "Fox News is the most passionate and sells the clearest narritive of any new organization."
Is that a bad thing? It's easy to be passionate and clear when you know what's right. Inward knowing (aka God-given awareness) and augmented by facts are a winning combo in life."
This guy basically said that it was okay for the News organization to be passionate because obviously they are right in terms of presenting a narrative.
What gets me the most is the whole hypocritical defense of Fox News. No shit people on the right like Fox News because it provides a narrative that they agree with and they are okay with that. Then they try to defend its mantra of "Fair and Balanced" like a bunch of brainwashed partisan pundits. It's not that they want to look at any news objectivly is that they are okay with having a right wing new organization without actually admitting it to be so.
Because if they actually admit that it was that then they would have to say that all those dangerous "liberals" are right.
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! What is so fucking sad is that people who try their best to take an objective view into politics and the media see everything and its insanity and hope to God that there are people out there who actually see it just like they do, but they don't. Everyone has taken a side and the funny part is that they don't even realize it.
Republican, Democrat, Fox News, MSNBC, CNN, AP, NPR, Time, etc. All of it has taken a point of view and ran with it without just looking at the damn facts and telling us.
What's the saddest part of it all? No one wants to hear the facts. We've gotten too used to hearing someone's opinion on it all. We've grown accustomed to hearing a Wolf Blitzer, Rachel Maddow or Glenn Beck tell us what to fucking think. Our generation has bought into their narrative. The narrative of the politicians. Hell, they will buy into what the man tells them as the "Pay n' Pump" because no one wants to think for themselves anymore and deep down they are very very content with their lives being with that.
So until I can sort out just how fucking frustrated I am by beating my fucking head against a wall I have decided that I am going to pull away from politics for a time being because it took me to this point to realize that there is no more objectivity.
Spin is King.
Too bad the game's plot is just really bad.
Have you actually payed attention to the plot? It's not good.
I've decided to make this an episodic story with updates taking place Monday and Friday at 6PM EST. Anyone who is generally interested in my story can check in on it from time to time.
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L walked towards the town and for a second she swore that she could see a man with a dog face jogging right by her. What made it even stranger was that the dog faced man was panting like a dog.
L was only just a quarter of a mile from the outskirts of the town with what looked like the school yard being at the very end of the town. There were small children playing outside on playground equipment. As L started to pass by the playground every single child stopped what they were doing and began to stare at L. A redheaded freckled boy who was hanging off of the monkey bars dropped from them and just stared at L with a shocked expression on his face. Two smaller girls who were skipping jump rope began to whisper to each other with the one in the pink dress pointing at L accusingly.
The moment was so strange for L that she found herself stopping as well. L stared at the children and they stared right back at her. A young bully helped up a kid he was beating up so he could get a better view of L. In her mind the moment seemed to last forever, but in reality a few seconds were just passing by.
Finally, what looked like a small brown haired 9 year old, walked over to in a fashion that looked like she was ready to give L a stern talking to. Which, to L, was very odd.
"What the fuck are you doing?" asked the little girl.
"I...uh...what?" L responded not expecting that at all.
"I said," the little girl responded sternly, "Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Obviously you don't otherwise you wouldn't be staring at me with that retarded look on your face."
L found herself grinning for a moment. Mostly just out of shear disbelief.
"Wipe that fucking grin off your face bitch before I do it for you."
L promptly did so, and found the urge to tell the little girl to watch her language rising inside of her. In the end she decided that it was best to play it cool and not antagonize her for whatever reason.
A couple seconds passed and the little girl crossed her arms finally saying, "Well do you have an explanation for yourself or do I need to talk slower."
"I...uh..."
"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. HERE. MORON." The little girl said putting a loud emphasis on every word.
"I'm not even sure what here is, " L finally said calmly.
This actually caused the little girl to recoil for a second with a shocked expression on her face. the little girl looked as if she was considering this for a moment then said, "Are you fucking with me?"
"Actually I was thinking them same thing about you," L said.
This caused the little girl to laugh and the tension in the playground began to subside for a little bit. The bully began to beat up the helpless younger kid again and the redheaded freckled kid jumped back onto the monkey bars.
"Okay, where are you from?" the little girl asked.
"I don't know," L responded.
"Okay, what's your name?"
"L"
"Elle?"
"No, just the letter L."
"What kind of fucking name is L?"
"I don't know my real name and I found that on the bottom of my shoe."
This caused the little girl to laugh uproariously. After she was finished laughing the little girl sat down behind the chain link fence and made a gesture for L to sit down to.
"Okay, you don't know your name and you don't know where you are from. Is there anything about yourself that you know?"
"No." L responded feeling that itching feeling in the back of her head.
"Are you saying you lost your memory then?"
"I...uh...I guess. Things just feel really strange. I mean I just saw a man with a dog face and a little girl just cursed me out for no reason."
"I didn't curse you out for no reason. Adults aren't allowed here because this is our territory."
"Excuse me?"
The little girl signed. She stood up and pulled herself up and over the chain link fence. She then made a motion for L to follow her inside of the school and L did so.
As they were walking in the halls of the school L made a quick observation. There were no teachers anywhere. Small children were running wild all around the hallways. One was smoking a joint near the doorway of a classroom where L could hear brief lectures from a child telling other children about self-defense.
"I'm Brittany by the way, but people here call me Brit," Brit told L.
"What exactly is this place?" L asked looking down at Brit.
"Are you sure that you don't know anything?"
"I'm sure."
"Yeah, you do have a dumb look on your face. Well, okay I'm going to take you to the Boss."
"Boss?"
"Yeah, the Boss, he's the one that runs this area for us." Brit began to walk up a concrete staircase. "Come on follow me."
They both reached the third floor of the three story building just outside of a door that said "Principals Office". Only the "Principal" part was scratched out and "Boss" in bold red ink was written bellow it.
"Now, before you go in there I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"Boss hates adults and he isn't going to enjoy your visit. In fact he might pull a gun on you."
This caused L to have serious second thoughts.
"Before you go in there and start babbling like a retard just tell him that Brit sent you up and wait for his response."
"Then what?"
"Well, if he doesn't shoot you then you'll be off to a good start."
"Great."
"Okay, I gotta go check on my playground again and make sure none of those ginger bastards are selling me short again on my supplies," Brit said making a mad dash to the staircase. It took a moment for L to collect herself from what just happened.
Stared at the door for a moment hesitant on what to do. Her armpits felt sweaty and she scratched at her right arm. This was all just posturing until she knocked on the door. In all honesty she didn't even know what she was supposed to talk to Boss about, but then again L didn't know much of anything.
L slowly moved her knuckle to the door and knocked on the Boss part lightly.
"Come in," said the voice from the other side.
I have thought about this as a bit of a fun exercise for people on here aspiring to write. It will give people the ability to expand their personal scope on what they write and present some new challenges to writers.
Essentially the entire topic is one long story that is contributed by anyone who wishes to contribute.
It will be a fun little exercise and there is no telling where the story may go.
I have no specific rules for this little exercise in terms of how the story should go. Serious, funny, science fiction, fantasy, murder mystery, etc. I don't care just as long as you are serious and are ready to write.
There should be a few rules for this and I obviously can't enforce them, but I suggest if this happens that people ignore that person's said continuation of the story.
-Your addition to the story MUST be at least 5,000 characters. This prevents people coming in going, "Then everyone died. LOLZ The End." It also challenges you to think out something to write and make something that makes this story compelling. If you get somewhere close to 5,000 then I think that will be okay.
-Stay concise with the story. Actually read what everyone else posted before you create your addition. Everything goes to hell when all of a sudden there is a new plot line and suddenly there is a new character and story that came from nowhere.
Other than that, no rules.
I'm not going to type anything big, but I am going to start off the story and allow the next person to continue from there:
Once in a blue moon Jessica Daniels would come trouncing down the stairs and into the kitchen in a horrible mood. Her father, the "great" Mr. Daniels, would sip his coffee and just accept it as just being, "that time of the month." At one point Mr. Daniels made the mistake of insensitively attributing Jessica's feelings to PMS which lead to a verbal assault by both Jessica and his wife Mrs. Daniels, formerly Mrs. Carter as of 8 years ago. So Mr. Daniels would sit there silently in his seat sipping coffee and read The Daily Inquiry in hopes that his daughter's odd mood is not directed towards him.
The fact that Jessica was feeling particularly moody today had nothing to do with her menstrual cycle, which in fact, usually just causes her nothing more than mild cramps and the occasional headache. Her mood swing today could be attested to the fact that she ran into the more successful Amy Lambert yesterday at her job which has turned into the bane of her existence.
"Welcome to Allen's Steakhouse home of the famous 42oz challenge my name is Jessica and I'll be your server," Jessica said with a smile not noticing Amy sitting there in the booth.
"Jessica, wow, how are you doing?" Amy said almost squealing.
There, I gave you the tools and you continue the story. Can't wait to see what everyone writes!
I like the idea of people being creative as long as it's serious.
I really think that any personal life stories should be kept to a blog and think this forum has a potential to have a few people turn this into their personal blog.
That being said, I kind of wish the character limit could be increased for this one because sometimes people are obviously going to have to have a lot to write.
Yeah, I have no excuse for that and noticed it as I was writing with the intent for the story to be short, but decided halfway to go ahead and make it a bigger story.
So that counts for the screw up.
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"Yo' gonna be allrigh' now missus?" asked the man. He began to walk over to the girl, but she recoiled slightly. She could tell by the expression in his face that he knew not to come any closer and he stopped dead in his tracks. The man let out a short chuckle that sounded like a chicken clucking and said, "Allrigh' allrigh' I don' mean ya no harm now missus. Whas yo name?"
The itch came back only this time it caused her to panic. She knew the answer to this question and yet...she didn't. The answer screamed at her, it echoed, it rolled in and out like the cold splash of the waves against her body. Yet, she could not answer the simple question, "Whas yo name?"
"I don't know," She said turning to the man realizing that she had a voice. The voices was unfamiliar to her. It was brand new and it felt almost as if someone else was speaking. A person that was her, but not entirely. It was at this moment she could swear that she was going crazy. At least she had a grip to know what that was.
"Yo' don' know yo name missus?" the man tilted his head when he asked this.
"No," the girl replied plainly.
"Well I be Thaddeus Johnson," he pronunciation of his named sounded as if he said 'Thaddus'. "Most folk call me Bo'."
"Why do they call you Bo?"
Bo looked up to the sky and his eyes rolled off in that direction. He had a look on his face that, one could assume, meant that no one had asked him this before.
"I dunno, I guess it be better than callin' me Thaddeus."
The girl finally pushed herself up off of the cold sand. She looked down at her feet as she was rising to notice that there was two pink flip flops buried in the sand. The girl decided to pull them out and put them on her feet so they wouldn't be touching the cold sand anymore. The girl slowly dusted whatever wet sand she had on her body as best she could. She turned away from the ocean and could see a town not too far from her. In fact there was a wooden staircase path leading up to a paved road.
"Who am I?" The girl asked turning back to Bo.
This question looked to be difficult for Bo as he began to scratch his bald head under the straw hat. It seemed that he was considering if it was a trick question or not. He shot a look at the girl and looked down at some trash on the beach.
"Oh I dunno missus, you ought not know who ya are then you best go to da town or somthin'. Maybe even see da doctor allthough I spect they don' know neither," Bo said spitting when he said the word 'doctor'.
The girl considered this for a moment and decided that Bo was in no way related to herself. In fact chances were that they never met especially after what he said. The girl looked up to the staircase path and decided to walk up it. Bo gave her one last look shaking his head and continuing to pick up garbage.
When the girl reached the top of the path she found herself to be in a parking lot. Her immediate focus shifted over to a blue four-door car that's driver side was completely crushed in. The odd thing, other than a crushed vehicle just sitting in a parking lot, was that even though there was a lot of twisted metal and broken windows is that there was no debris. Not a single piece of the car was scattered around the parking lot.
The girl began to walked around the car examining it all though nothing was coming to mind. She tried to open the car door on the passenger side, but it wasn't going to budge. As she was attempting to do that she managed to get a glimpse of her face reflected off of the glass. It was alien as far as the girl was concerned.
The girl in the reflection had bleach blonde hair and bright green eyes. Black make-up was smeared down her thin cheeks as if she was crying for an hour or so. For some reason her nose bugged her and she had no idea why. Like some kind of backwards logic in her head that said she didn't like her nose all though as far as she knew that person wasn't even her. In any case her nose looked a little disproportional to the rest of her face.
The girl moved away from the reflection finding it attractive enough, but doing nothing in helping her finding out who she was or even knowing what was going on. A tough breeze blew in and the girl began to shiver. She crossed her arms in attempts to keep them warm and found herself to be under dressed for this kind of weather as she was only wearing a tight fitting blue t-shirt and what looked like white track pants that were meant for a small child.
As she realized herself in her clothing she decided that maybe there was something that could help identify as to who she was or maybe give a hint. She checked for pockets in her track pants, but found there to be none. She then decided to check her flip-flops in hopes that she had enough sense to write her name. No, in fact the only thing that was written was a large "L" on her left shoe. The girl knew that it obviously meant to mean that the flip-flop was meant for the left foot, but decided to go ahead and assume her name was 'L' for the time being just so she could get a hold of herself.
"Okay," L thought to herself, "I am L now and that's the best I came come up with for the moment."
L put her flip-flop back on and looked into the town with a deep intent on finding out just exactly where she was and if this town was a home...or something else.
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The tide begins to come in and ripples slightly under her body. She stares blankly up into the cloudy and the sound of the gulls calling hit her ears like a familiarity that she hasn't faced before. The girl can feel the cold wet sand in between her toes as she begins to move her feet. She realizes that she hates the feeling of the sand between her feet. Especially sand that was squishy and got caught inside of her toenails.
She began to rise and looked out into the endless abyss that was the ocean. The clouds overhead held a steady pale gray overcast that hinted rain, or maybe snow, the girl wasn't sure. However, she did know that it blocked out the sun and she was unaware what time of day it was. For that matter she didn't even know where she was. There was a pricking sensation that itched in the back of her mind. It was constant, like an itch, and she wanted to scratch, but couldn't find the mental capacity to do so.
Now she jerked herself upright and began to let in and out deep and panicked breaths. She now realized that she was having a hard time even holding a grip on who she was. The world around her felt surreal like she was a part of it, but not really.
The girl looked forward horizontal to where the waves were crashing against the beach. Just up ahead looked to be a ruined pier. Most of the wood was broken apart and scattered among the water or buried in the sand. There was, however, on large piece of lumber sticking straight up out of the sand as if it had always been like that. Perched at the very top of the lumber was what could be best described as a sickly looking seagull. It's head was bent down and it looked as if it almost had a slump to it, as if the animal was depressed if such a thing could be possible.
Beyond that looked to be a huge cliff face that just looked to only go up and up and up. The girl attempted to scratch at the mental itch and put things in perspective, but was only drawing a blank. Things were so out of place that she began to touch her body just to make sure she was even real. There was indeed a stinging sensation in her lower extremities indicating that the tide was, in fact, very cold and she could feel that. She touched her neck, arms, breast and legs to attempt to put things in its place. The waves crashed hard against her this time and drenched whatever part of her clothing that wasn't damp at the moment.
"Shoot I didn' think you never gonna wake up missus," came a voice behind the girl.
The girl turned quickly and found an old black man collecting garbage off of the beach. He was hunched over with a small clear plastic bag through his right hand and his left picking up bits of trash off of the beach. He wore an old straw hat and looked as if he was running out of good teeth. This became very apparent when he flashed her a quick smile. Other than that he seemed to be wearing a standard jogging suit with the top being a dark red and the bottom being a dark blue. Like a deep fighting contrast against colors.
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This is the best, "missed the point entirely" topics I have seen in a while.
Hint. Look up Apartheid and maybe you'll realize how stupid you are.
At 1/30/10 12:49 AM, aviewaskewed wrote: And in the end, Fox News is laughing all the way to the bank. Because let's be honest, the objective of television news is not "news" it's the same as anything else on television: ratings and attention.
If you truly hate Fox News and want it to die, stop giving it attention or tuning into it. Because then, they will be forced to go away.
I don't "tune in" so much as "someone sends me a link that pisses me off".
Around that idea.
Universe is too big for humans to be the dominate and only intelligent life form.
I fail to see a problem with this? Australia favors bit tits.
http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2010/01/
28/obama-hits-tampa-fla/
At some point you have to realize that they aren't even trying at journalism anymore and they have just become real life trolls.
The opening line leading into the full transcript of the presidential address is by far the worst fucking thing I can image. I know I'll sound like a broken record, but they are obviously telling me what the fuck to think when the ask that oh so innocent question, "Much attention has been given to President Obama's persistent use of "I" when giving speeches to sell his administration's agenda. Is he taking responsibility -- or, as his critics say, is he still in campaign mode?"
Yeah, it's getting attention because YOU'RE THE ONES GIVING IT ATTENTION! No commentary on maybe what the speech is about or if he can accomplish what he wants to set out to do. Noooo, you are trying to scramble to find something to be critical about just so you have enough time to backtrack and then pull apart every piece with your contrived partisan fluff just to make sure your conservative market is buying into your damned lies.
Fuck, I'm sure I can be furious about worse things, but to complain about how many times you use "I" in a speech is just fucking pathetic.
I would agree with you that conservatism has this whole, "We need to go backwards to our old values" kind of idea, but I can't seem to attach myself to that.
I agree with you that there is more of a liberal slant in schools and college, but I don't agree that is right. I think professors need to be objective about how they engage students. There doesn't need to be a left vs. right kind of issue going on here.
Well at the moment I am thinking of a Johnny Cash song and I really can't get the song out of my head. I am thinking about moving on and doing something constructive, but I really never get anything done when i come onto this website. I guess that's just how I rol lon here, but I find myself saying things that really don't make sense some of the times because I don't usually do a whole lot of proof reading. Man how many times and I going to use "I" in the free writing mode.
Okay think of something I guess I am thinking of a kind of space story all though that can be cliche if you don't know what you are doing. I think that there is a cheese in the fridge that is going bad. In fact there is a lot of food going bad in my fridge. I need to get my heart rate back up for running. Man I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down. Early one morning while making the rounds.
Man I love that song this is pretty interesting in terms of though poo.
Okay I'm done.
I was going to write a long topic detailing criticism, but it seems the boys at Cracked beat me to the punch:
http://www.cracked.com/funny-3989-critic ism/
I'd like to point out that it is very easy for someone to be a troll especially in an area where people are trying to write short stories and wanting to receive criticism or just entertain. So even if you didn't like the story or it is not something you usually enjoy reading you don't need to go off telling the writer, "This is utter shit."
Granted there can be a lot of stories out there that is utter shit, but it really doesn't help if you tell that person and they want to take writing seriously.
Anyway, if there is anyone out there who takes writing seriously or have taken classes dealing with fiction and non-fiction then I suggest you provide examples on how people on Newgrounds can engage writers.
Now, to those who receive the criticism, let's be clear that this is not a personal attack against you. A lot of people can take what another person said as a personal attack, but I assure you that unless they made fun of your face then it's not a personal attack. Hell, I have been guilty of perceiving criticism as an attack on me and I was wrong for it.
What you should do is actually listen to the person because, as a writer, the first thing you want to do is make your audience happy and if they are telling you what needs to be better about the story then there is no need to call them a douche-fag for not liking it.
That's all I got at the moment. If anyone has any comments or ideas on how people should engage this then by all means do so.
First thing I thought after the speech was, "I agree with most of this."
After that thought I said, "Well, the Republicans are just going to pick one thing they didn't like about it and really hammer in on home on that until they can find complaint about the other stuff."
Lo and behold when I turned on Fox News...
Correction, I think Bioware might be setting the story up for DLC even though the ending is a shitty way to do so.
Played it. Beat it.
This game just felt too much like it was filler for Mass Effect 3. I mean the plot was engaging but the ending really didn't deliver as much as the first one did.
I dunno, it was fun to play, but it just didn't feel like a critical Mass Effect storyline more like...Mass Effect 1.5
Oh well, I'll play through again I'm sure.
Well...
Caffeen is an addictive.
I've had that go on.
I don't know I just don't like obligations and at times I feel like just dead on ignoring everything and everyone.
If it looks like a duck most likely it quacks like an insane girl.
What you think of a girl probably doesn't represent on how she acts.
Just talk to her and see whats up.
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