There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
I felt naked in that room. No one was looking at me like I was naked, but I was certain felt like I physically had no clothes on. It was an art class, and I feared that people would take my nakedness to be an art statement; a “bold” but insignificant comment on the nature…
The text of the thread. …should Twitter explode in the blaze of ignorance reserved for a spaceX 4/20 rocket launch. Being queer and commenting on something related to Pride draws people out of the woodwork to prop up children as a shield like they’re just another Anita Bryant. To put it simply, she “didn’t hate…
This was originally written before the COVID-19/Coronavirus pandemic was full blown in the US. It feels extremely petty now and I’ve lost all steam on finishing it. Suffice it to say, I enjoyed this book and do recommend it to all to read, even if the troubling times depicted seem prescient to the current situation….
Oftentimes, the reader that could benefit from reading a work of literature that is intended to develop empathy for a particular plight is not likely to pick up a book that clearly advertises itself as being about that hardship. Many authors have tackled this obstacle in the past by writing speculative fiction rather than a…
The below text was written for a class on British Literature, focusing on Virgina Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own”. Lately, I feel like I’ve been living the reality that Woolf describes regarding women and fiction – obligations from being a woman, a mom, an aunt, etc, have to be juggled with my schoolwork, my…
I’m stuck on one line Maggie Nelson wrote on page 37. “I cannot hold my baby at the same time as I write.” This is something that I feared when I became pregnant, when I decided I wanted to have children. I wanted more than one before I had one; but having one has made…
While I plan to finish the entirety of I’m With the Bears shortly, I am still on a deadline because this is for a class. I spent yesterday at a relative’s house for a family reunion, in the 94°F (34.4C) heat (“feels like: 100°F” (37.7C) says the Weather Channel) when outside, in something significantly cooler but…
Outside the shop, a man nervously approached the door. He would take a few determined steps forward before losing all courage, at which time he’d stop, turn, and go back the way he came. This repeated several times as Darina watched. He made a small amount of progress with each attempt, small enough that she…
Memento Mori, “To This Favour,” 1879 Oil on canvas William Michael Harnett (American, born Ireland, 1848-1892) The Latin Term memento mori describes a traditional subject in art that addresses mortality. In Harnett’s example, the extinguished candle, spent hourglass, and skull symbolize death. A quote from William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, inscribed on the inside cover of a…
Before reading this I feel it is important to understand the context under which it was written. This is an Art History class for non-art majors, focusing on the renaissance through cubism. This is for exam two. The class is two hours long, and the first portion of the test is fill-in-the-blank coupled with viewing…
I, like many others out there, avidly review my credit card statements. I view the card’s activity online before statements to make sure there aren’t any unauthorized purchases on there. I don’t think I’ve actually found any in the eight years I’ve had this card. When statements come around, I like to know exactly what…
Schroe 12/12/2003 8:06:46 So, how’s it going? TheNintenGenius 12/13/2003 2:27:45 Death. All is death. Death death death. Dying death dead death. Death die. Deat- Oh fine, things are going OK. Nothing ever happens here, let’s face it. It’s boring. You’d expect at least a triple homicide or two to liven things up, but NOOOO, things…
SchroeThu, 11 Dec 2003 07:45:12 GMT I made a huge mistake. I thought about upgrading from ibv3.0.2 to ibv3.1.2. As you can see, the Cork Board is currently on 3.1.2, but at no small price. While upgrading the Cork Board, the old databases became corrupt, and I had no working ones elsewhere. All the posts…
Schroe 5/28/2002 23:05:58 Queen Mew = 15 Spacecow = 14 Canjo = 12 Big E = 11 TNG = 11 TIM = 10 Ettin = 8 Stychard = 4 bhlaab = 3.3 Yumblie = 2.5 Canard = 2.2 Jorenko = 1.8 Radish = 1.5 Farsight = 1 Mike = 1 Mortuus = 1 schnorks =…
Someone just whispered in my ear . . . a female voice . . . “And when I saw it, it was an eyeful.”
I can’t recall much, but it started with massive lawbreaking high speed driving. With my mom in the passenger seat. The roads were familiar, I’ve dreamed them before, but they’re very weirdly designed. I have no words to explain it. I ended up getting cut off and missing turns as a result. I finally got…
Thought Class A combination of learning to concentrate psychic ability as well as philosophy. I did very well in it. Most of the people in the class were from my high school, including Squee, Jorenko, and the Lane twins. Everyone would congratulate me on jobs well done, the great new ideas I come up with,…
A half life dream. I was verbally guiding someone through a level that didn’t exist. The walls were red of the canyon he ran through. He came to an opening. There was a pit filled with water with a thin walkable rim around it. There were holes to jump over in the rim. In the…
ettin64: THAT WAS MEAN Schroe Dot Org: … I am a mean person. I commit crimes. And I’m psychic. They haven’t caught me. So I’m a small medium at large. ettin64: …. WHY DID I NOT SEE THAT COMING. That was bad :P Schroe Dot Org: ^_^
Super Smash! It was more of wrestling type gimmicks and tricks mixed with corkies and stuff Azula and Schroe and that guy from 5th element that tries to mug Korbin, an octopus, and a blow up alien doll were among the fighters.
[22:49] * Jbond64 harasses Schroe [22:49] * Schroe removes Jbond64’s testicles. [22:50] * Jbond64 never used them anyways
And today we have: Law enforcement, Blues Brothers, and Travel Part III I could have been a police officer, special forces agent, or bounty hunter. But no matter what it was, I was on a team. I would have said Mafia as well, but I had no fear of being punished. It came down to…
Dream Part I: At a sort of summer camp, packing up to leave. Some girl from my high school decides she’s going to go home separately from the group, so I help her go around the cabins and get her stuff. I ask her for a ride home, she says yes, but I get distracted…
Schroe Dot Org (22.16.33): *Steps out of the lift holding her eyeballs in her hands and singing “God Save the Queen” while gnawing on her own left arm*
I’m so tired. When I close my eyes, I see dreams. I’m not even sleeping, but there they are, plain as day. They’re just variations of normal things. They’re odd, out of place, but they fit.