play marco polo except use “wake me up” instead of marco and “WAKE ME UP INSIDE” instead of polo
What if I can’t wake up?
I once made graphics for a very low budget Indy game, and one screen was literally described only as “rainbow factory.”
Me: What’s a rainbow factory?
Client: What do you mean? It’s the factory where they make rainbows.
Me: What does it look like?
Client: Like a factory that makes rainbows.
I create a basic factory-looking building with a rainbow coming out of the front door.
Client: Why is the rainbow factory on the ground? And why does it have smoke stacks? It’s supposed to be in the sky and if it creates smoke then it’s polluting the planet. And why is there a rainbow coming out of it. I didn’t tell you to do that. Now do it again and do it right.
Client was an adult in his mid 30s, not 12.
It is possible the client was referencing rainbow factory, the song. In which children are slaughtered and their pigment is harvested to create rainbows.
of course fox news was complaining about youtubers interviewing the president
GloZell asks the President about normalizing relations with Cuba, systemic racism in the American justice system, and marriage equality.
Fox News makes jokes about real people who have developed real audiences without buying space on cable TV; criticizes President’s suit; wonders if maybe Tom Brady played with deflated balls in game of catch.
How dare an average person ask the president about serious issues. How dare the president actually listen to the people. Everyone knows that the power is held by whoever has the most money, not the average person!
But in all seriousness, having someone who has at least some bit of power actually listening to the people is a rarity.
Why am I so obsessed with using lapis lazuli as a name?
I mean, it’s just a (pretty) rock
Look at it.
I wanna name a paint pone Lapis Lazuli
if you ever feel bad about your body remember that Wonder Woman has cellulite too
I’m more amused that WW took the ten, I figured she would deck him for free.
My mother is a teacher at a elementary school and often has… difficulties with parents. With Day of the Dead approaching, she assigns her student a homework assignment where they write a poem in a paper skull book.
Now when the kids turn in their poems the next day, one stood out. My mother recognized the poem instantly and realizes the student had ripped it off the internet. Naturally she confronts him on this.
Mom: This was taken off the internet. Why?
Student: Noooo. Not the internet.
Mom: No?Student: No I got it from the phone.
Being a child, this was forgivable and my mother explains that just because he copied it from the phone and not a computer, it was still off the internet. And it was still plagiarism. Student complains and insists his mother said it was okay.
My mother proceeded to call the students mother over for a brief conference after school.
Mom: Your son said it was okay to take this off the internet?
Lady: Ugh, no. Not the internet, he got it off the phone.
Mom: …thats…still the internet. This is plagiarism. And I will not hang stolen work on my wall.
Lady: NO. It’s not the internet! He got it from GOOGLE not the internet! You have to take it!
Mom: *Desperately trying to contain herself* Google is part of the internet. The internet is very big. Your son stole this poem and now he has to write an original poem.
Lady: WHY.
Mom: Because plagiarism is a crime! You can’t just take someone elses work and call it yours!
Lady: BUT IT’S JUST GOOGLE. NOT THE INTERNET. And it was on the phone, god!
Mom: *Deep breath* Your son needs to do his own work in the future. He’s capable of it. Right now, he’s with another teacher working on a new poem about his dog Rico…
Lady: The dog isn’t called Rico why is he doing that.Mom: The name of the dog doesn’t matter, if it helps him rhyme…
Lady: It’s just a dog! Dogs don’t need a name!
The woman gets up and storms over to where her child is and demands to know why he called the dog Rico. The child bursts into tears apologizing.
Mom: *Interviewing* Ma’am! The name of the dog does. Not. Matter. Your son is doing nothing wrong and you’re completely missing the point!
Lady: UGH WHATEVER. *Storms off*
You remind me of the blade.
What blade?
… the blade with the power?
What power?
The power of voodoo!
Who do?
You do!
Do what?
Remind me of the blade…
raise your hand if you’ve ever been disgusted by your own fandom…
if you don’t raise your hand, chances are you’re the one your fandom is disgusted with
Well, the Donkey Kong fandom is literally perfect, a shining beacon of light in these dark times.
Not when you point out the fact that there were no other games like DK 64.
Every time anime and food flood my dash at once I’m just like
Kevin.
KEVIN!
Kevin, no!
Even if it’s not kevin. Because I’ve been trained to asociate large ammounts of anime and food with him. Congrats, goldenblackhawk, you are essentially the weeaboo Pavlov.
