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22 February 2012 @ 02:20 pm
Equius and Nepeta are gone.
Does anyone know how to wash off.. what I really hope is paint from room walls? Actually, what am I supposed to do with this huge hole in the wall??
Does anyone know how to wash off.. what I really hope is paint from room walls? Actually, what am I supposed to do with this huge hole in the wall??
19 February 2012 @ 01:42 am
So it actually took this long to get the computer up and running again.
Tim. Everybody. I'm really sorry for that thing I posted. What I did. There is literally no way to talk about this without sounding like a bigger culo than I already am, so can we skip to the part where everyone is mad at me or something?
Tim. Everybody. I'm really sorry for that thing I posted. What I did. There is literally no way to talk about this without sounding like a bigger culo than I already am, so can we skip to the part where everyone is mad at me or something?
16 January 2012 @ 04:41 pm
So besides Aradia and Nathan, has anyone else around here been dead before? I figure some of us might like to know what it's like as we head into our final hours so we can be prepared for it.
12 January 2012 @ 08:57 am
21 December 2011 @ 01:24 am
BEHOLD, PEOPLE OF NEW MOORE. LOOK UPON ME! LOOK UPON ZIM!
What filthy lies do these miserable monkeys tell to ZIM?! What is this nonsense of ‘Make-Believe’? TELL ME! I have been informed by these so-called ‘Authorities’ that I am a work of human fiction? NONSENSE! They speak only lies and cannot be trusted. This I see now, and I must first set up my base of-
My... My new home. Hoooo Boy. Moving sure is hard. What a totally horrible inconvenience in my completely normal Earth-maggot life, this moving is. Yes. That sounds adequate, indeed.
What filthy lies do these miserable monkeys tell to ZIM?! What is this nonsense of ‘Make-Believe’? TELL ME! I have been informed by these so-called ‘Authorities’ that I am a work of human fiction? NONSENSE! They speak only lies and cannot be trusted. This I see now, and I must first set up my base of-
My... My new home. Hoooo Boy. Moving sure is hard. What a totally horrible inconvenience in my completely normal Earth-maggot life, this moving is. Yes. That sounds adequate, indeed.
20 December 2011 @ 12:52 am
Yeah, you!
What's the use of lying around and whinging, huh? Yeah, so your mates ditched you a second time. Yeah, it's horrible and depressing and all that rot. But you have to admit they were a bit off, so chalk it up to one of those incredibly fucked up situations that just happens here. It wasn't down to you so stop beating yourself up cos I know you LOVE doing that, but it's not about you, yeah? Mope about it, go off the deep end if you must, but then pick your robot self back up and move the fuck on. Cos let me tell you mate, if you're stuck thinking about all the terrible shit that's happened and the people who aren't here, you're going to miss out on a whole lot.
Cos this island's not all bad, is it? Of course it isn't. If it was all bad, we'd've all killed each other long ago. But we haven't! For some cocked up reason, a part of everyone actually likes it here! Yeah, we're trapped. Yeah, we get forcefed complete bullshit about our lives. Yeah, there's not nearly enough beautiful women to go around. But so what? Everyone's got something that'll keep 'em here, and don't even try to pretend you don't. Even if you hate every bloody person on the island, I'm sure there's at least one you'd stick around for.
And I know what you're going to ask. So why do people leave then? Fuck if I know. Frankly I don't think there's any rhyme or reason to why they go, because there's a-list people who left too soon and then there's miserable cocksuckers who should've gone long ago but are still here. So you can't let it get to you. Don't let the island get in your head and do shit to you. Say FUCK YOU! and turn it right back around. Mahatma Gandhi said that the best revenge is a life well-lived, and to be fair he was a celibate, wrinkly old fuck, but he was probably at least half right.
So everyone, but especially you, needs to chin up and get a little revenge. If you let this knock you down and ruin you, New Moore wins. But if you don't let it ruin you and turn you into a sad, boring shit, you win. And we all want to win, don't we? Isn't that what it's all about?
Who's with me?
What's the use of lying around and whinging, huh? Yeah, so your mates ditched you a second time. Yeah, it's horrible and depressing and all that rot. But you have to admit they were a bit off, so chalk it up to one of those incredibly fucked up situations that just happens here. It wasn't down to you so stop beating yourself up cos I know you LOVE doing that, but it's not about you, yeah? Mope about it, go off the deep end if you must, but then pick your robot self back up and move the fuck on. Cos let me tell you mate, if you're stuck thinking about all the terrible shit that's happened and the people who aren't here, you're going to miss out on a whole lot.
Cos this island's not all bad, is it? Of course it isn't. If it was all bad, we'd've all killed each other long ago. But we haven't! For some cocked up reason, a part of everyone actually likes it here! Yeah, we're trapped. Yeah, we get forcefed complete bullshit about our lives. Yeah, there's not nearly enough beautiful women to go around. But so what? Everyone's got something that'll keep 'em here, and don't even try to pretend you don't. Even if you hate every bloody person on the island, I'm sure there's at least one you'd stick around for.
And I know what you're going to ask. So why do people leave then? Fuck if I know. Frankly I don't think there's any rhyme or reason to why they go, because there's a-list people who left too soon and then there's miserable cocksuckers who should've gone long ago but are still here. So you can't let it get to you. Don't let the island get in your head and do shit to you. Say FUCK YOU! and turn it right back around. Mahatma Gandhi said that the best revenge is a life well-lived, and to be fair he was a celibate, wrinkly old fuck, but he was probably at least half right.
So everyone, but especially you, needs to chin up and get a little revenge. If you let this knock you down and ruin you, New Moore wins. But if you don't let it ruin you and turn you into a sad, boring shit, you win. And we all want to win, don't we? Isn't that what it's all about?
Who's with me?
19 December 2011 @ 11:58 am
Is this thing recording?
[Morning, New Moore. Recognize this face? Probably not, since this girl hasn't been here before. Her hair is styled in an asymmetrical black bob, and she's close enough to the camera you can probably make out that her eyes are blue. It's definitely not Daria. Her voice is just too expressive! She turns to glance back over her shoulder, and Daria's bespectacled face comes into view, a little ways off in the distance behind the mystery girl. And - what is this foreign expression Daria's wearing? Can it be ... she's actually smiling a little bit?]
Daria, you do remember how the infamous JaneCam experiment turned out, right? So you wouldn't be planning to make any sort of ill-advised attempts at replication, would you?
[Daria shakes her head.]
Um ... I didn't even know it could record video like that. So I guess the answer you're looking for, Jane, is no, I'm not planning to make DariaCam a thing that is happening any time in the foreseeable future. Or ever. Receiving fanmail from inmates is not one of the things I hope to accomplish before I die.
[Jane gives a quiet laugh, and turns her attention back to the camera.]
Let the example of young Thomas serve as a warning for us all.
[She types in a command on the keyboard, and the video feed ends.]
[Morning, New Moore. Recognize this face? Probably not, since this girl hasn't been here before. Her hair is styled in an asymmetrical black bob, and she's close enough to the camera you can probably make out that her eyes are blue. It's definitely not Daria. Her voice is just too expressive! She turns to glance back over her shoulder, and Daria's bespectacled face comes into view, a little ways off in the distance behind the mystery girl. And - what is this foreign expression Daria's wearing? Can it be ... she's actually smiling a little bit?]
Daria, you do remember how the infamous JaneCam experiment turned out, right? So you wouldn't be planning to make any sort of ill-advised attempts at replication, would you?
[Daria shakes her head.]
Um ... I didn't even know it could record video like that. So I guess the answer you're looking for, Jane, is no, I'm not planning to make DariaCam a thing that is happening any time in the foreseeable future. Or ever. Receiving fanmail from inmates is not one of the things I hope to accomplish before I die.
[Jane gives a quiet laugh, and turns her attention back to the camera.]
Let the example of young Thomas serve as a warning for us all.
[She types in a command on the keyboard, and the video feed ends.]
18 December 2011 @ 03:18 am
[ The feed begins with a familiar sight: John's sitting in his computer chair with a wide toothy smile. Standing next to him is a particularly nondescript torso, white shirt tucked into khaki pants. John speaks animatedly, bouncing a little in his seat. ]
Awesome news, everyone! My— [ He stops abruptly and looks up. ] No, you have to look into the camera. Down here.
[ The person next to him bends down until he's eye level with the camera. What a gentlemanly looking fellow! The white fedora on his head and pipe in his mouth are somewhat similar to that one time John was old and didn't remember anything. Huh, imagine that. The man smiles genially as John turns his attention back to the camera. ]
This is my dad. He showed up out of the blue today!
[ Dad's voice is kind when he greets the network and thanks them for taking care of his son in his absence. Normally John would roll his eyes and brush this off — all that paternal affection and pride can be so embarrassing — but months of worrying over what had become of his father have tempered him a bit. Instead, he just rubs the back of his neck and gives a sheepish grin. ]
If anyone wants to meet him, we will be hanging out here. [ A kitchen timer buzzes in the background, and Dad ruffles John's hair before exiting the frame. The boy shrugs with resignation on his next words. ] He is already baking up a storm for all of you, so do not hesitate to come over.
[ Despite the cake overload currently happening in the apartment, John looks happier than he has in months. He smiles again at the camera. It's genuine and carefree, absent of the weight of the world. Suddenly, Dad can once again be seen in the background, holding a pie of mysterious origin in one hand. John looks over his shoulder with a squeaky "noooooooo!" and quickly ducks out of frame. The feed cuts off as said pie hits the screen. ]
Awesome news, everyone! My— [ He stops abruptly and looks up. ] No, you have to look into the camera. Down here.
[ The person next to him bends down until he's eye level with the camera. What a gentlemanly looking fellow! The white fedora on his head and pipe in his mouth are somewhat similar to that one time John was old and didn't remember anything. Huh, imagine that. The man smiles genially as John turns his attention back to the camera. ]
This is my dad. He showed up out of the blue today!
[ Dad's voice is kind when he greets the network and thanks them for taking care of his son in his absence. Normally John would roll his eyes and brush this off — all that paternal affection and pride can be so embarrassing — but months of worrying over what had become of his father have tempered him a bit. Instead, he just rubs the back of his neck and gives a sheepish grin. ]
If anyone wants to meet him, we will be hanging out here. [ A kitchen timer buzzes in the background, and Dad ruffles John's hair before exiting the frame. The boy shrugs with resignation on his next words. ] He is already baking up a storm for all of you, so do not hesitate to come over.
[ Despite the cake overload currently happening in the apartment, John looks happier than he has in months. He smiles again at the camera. It's genuine and carefree, absent of the weight of the world. Suddenly, Dad can once again be seen in the background, holding a pie of mysterious origin in one hand. John looks over his shoulder with a squeaky "noooooooo!" and quickly ducks out of frame. The feed cuts off as said pie hits the screen. ]
D --> I desire to learn more about the human mythology involving STRONG antlerbeasts that propel through the skies at e%treme speeds
D --> Someone e%pound, please
D --> Someone e%pound, please
11 December 2011 @ 06:19 pm
I'll admit that the concept of reality as a mere persistent illusion is hardly a new one, but this seems to me to be a very strange way to prove a point. Empirical data would suggest that, since my admittedly paradoxical creation, I have "been" and continue to "be". While it is an interesting theory to suggest that this is the "true" reality and my previous existence was "fiction," I am afraid this only serves to that solidify the popular idea that reality is only state of mind, and thus "this" reality can be no more or just as real as my previous definition of the word. As it is, I do not believe the psychiatric evaluation was quite necessary, considering I am not the one demanding others recognize that their existence up until this point of time was the product of another being's imagination. Then again, I have not been to medical school. I suppose requesting to see authentic documentation of such education would only be met with more assertions that, not being real until this moment, I could not possibly recognize which prestigious university mailed out its diplomas for the low, low price of six payments of $99.95. Such is the plight of the erstwhile fictional.
I would like to accuse the kind doctors of several things, involving the terms "gaslighting" and perhaps "Schrodinger's reality", but I believe I would much rather know if this network operates in the manner I suspect it does - and if so, if there are any familiar faces in my audience.
I would like to accuse the kind doctors of several things, involving the terms "gaslighting" and perhaps "Schrodinger's reality", but I believe I would much rather know if this network operates in the manner I suspect it does - and if so, if there are any familiar faces in my audience.
06 December 2011 @ 07:08 pm
I went over to ask her if I could borrow her climbing gear this weekend, and...
I'm so sick of this place. Every time I think I'm adjusting, it throws another curve.
I'm so sick of this place. Every time I think I'm adjusting, it throws another curve.
02 December 2011 @ 03:03 pm
So now that Markers is over do you think the island's going to try and legitimately get us to kill each other again? Feel like it sorta goes in waves.
Also how's it a year later and there's still no church in this place? I had to stream a midnight mass in Italian last year, and I'm not 100% sure it wasn't footage from the 1970s.
Also how's it a year later and there's still no church in this place? I had to stream a midnight mass in Italian last year, and I'm not 100% sure it wasn't footage from the 1970s.
sO, i HEARD ABOUT THIS HUMAN HOLIDAY,
tHAT HAPPENS, iN WHAT THEY CALL A MONTH, wHICH, iNCIDENTALLY, hAPPENS TO BE THIS ONE,
aND IN THIS MONTH, hUMANS GET TOGETHER, aND EXCHANGE THINGS, lIKE GIFTS,
i DON'T KNOW WHAT THOSE GIFTS ARE, bUT, tHEY SEEM HARMLESS,
iN A, hEY, tHIS IS INDICATIVE OF OUR FRIENDSHIP KIND OF WAY,
aND NOT AN i HATE YOUR DIGESTIVE CANALS KIND OF WAY,
wHICH, uHH, wOULD SOUND A LITTLE MORE LIKE US,
aNYWAY, wHAT i'M SAYING, iS IT SOUNDS LIKE FUN,
aND, uHH, i THINK, iT WOULD BE NICE, iF WE COULD PARTICIPATE,
bY WE, i MEAN THE NON-HUMAN INHABITANTS, oF nEW mOORE,
uNLESS WE'RE NOT ALLOWED, wHICH, i GUESS i CAN UNDERSTAND,
sO,
uHH,
hOW DOES THIS WORK,
tHAT HAPPENS, iN WHAT THEY CALL A MONTH, wHICH, iNCIDENTALLY, hAPPENS TO BE THIS ONE,
aND IN THIS MONTH, hUMANS GET TOGETHER, aND EXCHANGE THINGS, lIKE GIFTS,
i DON'T KNOW WHAT THOSE GIFTS ARE, bUT, tHEY SEEM HARMLESS,
iN A, hEY, tHIS IS INDICATIVE OF OUR FRIENDSHIP KIND OF WAY,
aND NOT AN i HATE YOUR DIGESTIVE CANALS KIND OF WAY,
wHICH, uHH, wOULD SOUND A LITTLE MORE LIKE US,
aNYWAY, wHAT i'M SAYING, iS IT SOUNDS LIKE FUN,
aND, uHH, i THINK, iT WOULD BE NICE, iF WE COULD PARTICIPATE,
bY WE, i MEAN THE NON-HUMAN INHABITANTS, oF nEW mOORE,
uNLESS WE'RE NOT ALLOWED, wHICH, i GUESS i CAN UNDERSTAND,
sO,
uHH,
hOW DOES THIS WORK,
01 December 2011 @ 01:10 am
So, um ... not that it's terribly pressing or important, but does anyone have advice about going vegetarian? I don't think I can stand to eat anything that's been previously alive ever again.
19 November 2011 @ 10:59 am
Oh, good. Now not only have I been turned into a guy, but I'm invisible, too. Now my week is really complete.
14 November 2011 @ 11:28 pm
So I've been in New Moore for a year and I figured I'd make a list of the stuff that's happened.
Did I forget anything?
What's next New Moore?
- - Pulled into weird, island world like Lord of the Flies but with tech
- Got really good at cooking, my mom would never believe it
- Became Victorious
- Died (only on paper)
- Threw a huge party!
- Lost all my friends
- Became the best friend to an immortal
- Survived a shipwreck
- Met lots of aliens
- Went into some kind of midnight dark hour tv world thing
- Survived flash floods
- Died for real apparently? Still not sure about the logistics there
- Took Molly and some aliens trick-or-treating
Did I forget anything?
What's next New Moore?
Well. This has certainly been a ... hm. interesting few weeks, hasn't it?
I must say, whatever I had expected coming into this town, this is no where near what I had imagined. I do believe there are quite a bit of mysterious happenings going on that even I can not fully explain.
Well, I suppose it is time I get to the point of the matter.
As there appear to be many unforeseen events and unfortunate circumstances, I agree with the point that a few of my students have brought to my attention. It is unreasonable to expect that any student come to class if such an act will pose a threat or is, for some reason, impossible.
As such, I have set up a sort of 'online' course site for each of my classes. I would prefer for you all to continue to attend class whenever possible, but you may use your computers to submit your work and review the lecture for the day. I hope this helps keep all of you a bit safer. Please feel free to contact me, anytime you are having troubles.
I must say, whatever I had expected coming into this town, this is no where near what I had imagined. I do believe there are quite a bit of mysterious happenings going on that even I can not fully explain.
Well, I suppose it is time I get to the point of the matter.
As there appear to be many unforeseen events and unfortunate circumstances, I agree with the point that a few of my students have brought to my attention. It is unreasonable to expect that any student come to class if such an act will pose a threat or is, for some reason, impossible.
As such, I have set up a sort of 'online' course site for each of my classes. I would prefer for you all to continue to attend class whenever possible, but you may use your computers to submit your work and review the lecture for the day. I hope this helps keep all of you a bit safer. Please feel free to contact me, anytime you are having troubles.