*xylophone in the distance*
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Going back to the original question...
Now that Brandy has her mom in a home, she wants to turn the back room into a play-area, nursery type thing. Which means she wants me to move shit around for her. She has already started picking stuff up and piling it in the room to make sure I don't claim it as my cave![]()
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I live in an apartment...There's plenty of grass here, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't belong to me.
A) This is what girlfriends are for.You, too, should start baking. Sourdough bread and cakes and cookies. It will do you good to spend time cooperating with a living creature this summer and in the fall you can set up a system where students who submit assignments on time get cookies in class.
I can give you a recipe for one of the simplest yummiest gooiest chocolate cakes ever!
B) Most of the projects involve other people as well.
Hope is the denial of reality
I've got a 360 and Wii in the living room, a PS2 in Oceans room, the SNES, Gamecube, and PS3 in the bedroom, and my desk in the "why the hell is this here" nook on the edge of the living room.
I want a single room damnit! So I can finally say I have space for a claw machine or other equally awesome arcade machine.