Your a little but sesame street, a little bit mom, a little bit dad. But you will never be the person you say you are and you will never be the person you want to be.
Wow, such a sweetheart you are! I returned to text+image with my final project, a book called We All Fall From Trees, and I'm planning my major thesis project next year which will be a lot like my comic series in that it will incorporate thoughts and stories with serialized images. It's an interesting evolution that I hope you will like! Much love for your kind words miss!
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What you feel, is ok! it's never gonna change anyway
Hi there.
I feel like I've been neglecting everyone whos kind enough to Dev Watch me.
So I'm here to let you know how much I appreciate you and all you've done for me.
Sincerly, Reggie
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----------- "Ah ha! Naughty little passport....hiding in the crisps again!!" - Bernard, Black Books
-- "It doesn't matter what you believe in if you think everyone else is wrong" -
Matthew Good
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What you feel, is ok! it's never gonna change anyway
-i would tell you about the bad things. memories are too intertwined to separate them all. 'the sweet isn't as sweet without the sour'
-my favorite apple would have to be... the red ones, any kind of red apple except for those red delicious apples... i hate red delicious!
-yes; i found you didn't i?
-There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist (except maybe in Japan) religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second--3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a Poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour. The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them, Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch). 600,000 tons Traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance-this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to acceleration forces of 17,500 g's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs.
Merry Christmas.
-i don't think they deserve the attention or the paychecks. of course we know why they get this attention, people want to know about those that they see in the movies. i don't fully understand why they get these paychecks though, emotional trauma? i know plenty of people that work harder in more hazardous work environments but would have to work at that job 3 lifetimes in order to make what these stars make in a couple of days. i think you've gone too far into someone's when you're trying to figure out if they have hemorrhoids or not. actually, probably far before that. i honestly don't care who's married to who... the most i think we, as complete strangers, should know no more than perhaps their opinions on things such as politics, philosophy and society. really, why do i care how many times a day ben stiller shits?
-i don't think we'll die out entirely. and i don't think it will be because of the environment. the earth can take care of itself, it can heal, although the more we follow this destructive path, the harder and longer it will take the earth to fix itself, but eventually the earth can and probably will heal. i don't think it will be over the lack of resources either. oil will dissapear, mines will run out of ore, but all that matter is still on the earth and can be recovered. but i think before we discover how to properly recycle resources, we will kill each other off... just like in the movies, few pockets of people will be left, but unlike in the movies, it won't be only the genius scientist left behind. people left behind will be a pack of barbaric bandits finding other 'tribes' and pillaging what they have because in a war of such a scale much knowledge will be lost.
our decadent lifestyle is unsustainable, and i though i don't think humanity will be wiped out, i do believe that a sort of dark age will result before we achieve any kind of societally universal enlightenment.
-i think they are what they are. they're not nuts, or crazy, nor do they see the truth. they have a disease in which reality becomes skewed due to the malfunctions in their brain. schizophrenia is characterized by withdrawal from reality, delusions and illogical patterns of thinking. really, they're just like you and me, but their brains percieve the world in a way that is skewed, as a result they find a way to act according to this skewed reality which to them would make sense but to us appears 'nuts' ... this is what was told to me by someone who suffered from schizophrenia.
-it depends. i love caramel, and i like chocolate... and i like nuts in chocolate but i don't like nuts plain. can i put all three together?
-we've talked about this. it depends on the situation. if it's out of pure vanity, i'm completely against it. if the child is unplanned but by a couple who's married, but completely normal (ie, not dysfunctional) then i think they should raise the child (unless it is absolutely impossible due to finances or other unknown factors in which case the child should be put up for adoption). if the family can't take care of the child, i say adoption because it gives the child a chance at life, a chance to make something of itself. yes the 'adopted life' can be hell, one that neither of us can imagine, but look at it this way, how many people that have made huge differences in this world have gone through the system? in every other scenario (maybe not every other, it still depends... and i probably over looked many different scenarios) it should be the choice of both parents. i don't believe in the 'her body her choice' argument. honestly, i believe a child is alive at conception, and not 100% the mothers body, it is, in my opinion, the body of the mother and the father. a pregnant woman is two people... not one and so i think the choice should be consented by both parents... unless it's a result of rape or anything like that in which the father is unknown/abusive or uncaring/or any other situation in which the father should be excluded.
-i don't know. i never did much research on him and no one has ever told me about him. i don't know what he did or did not do for this country. maybe i'm stupid for it, but whatever. so with regards to this... i'm indifferent.
-dislike!?! i love bush!!!
heh... scared you there for a second didn't i?
>he's like ralph, a capitalist to the extreme... i'm against extreme capitalism
>he's stupid, during the debates i believe he had someone else do his talking for him... i think he had a mic in his ear
>trigger-happy. i have no problem with guns, just the people behind them.
>when he was supposed to be reviewing data from the 9/11 bombings he was on his ranch golfing on his personal golf course.
>he's greedy and overly ambitious.
>just a few reasons.
-it's pure. there's nothing like white. a true white light isn't cold or sterile, it's angelic... divine. if you took away all of humanities imperfections, vices you would have this. a truly enlightened race.
-i don't know what my favorite flower is. though i do, or would enjoy getting them if i ever did. definitely not too girly. it's a flower, it's nature, it's beautiful. if you wanted to know what kind of flower to get me for whatever occasion, i will tell you what you should get me... anything. surprise me every time. get me different flowers every time and maybe, when all your choices have been exhausted, maybe then i'll tell you which is my favorite.
-my favorite stone? hmm... i don't have a favorite stone. but if there was a stone that glistened like your eyes... a stone that had the same vibrant colors, a stone that made you feel content and happy when you gazed at them. if there was a stone that showed me the true meaning of love the way that your eyes do, that stone would be my favorite stone. until i find that stone, i will keep my eye out and take hold of any stone that perks my interests, but i will never truly be content with any stone until i find that one.
i think i've found it.
-the sun is too bright, although i love sunny days. they're happy and wonderful, but that's not the question, it's the light you're curious about. sunlight is too bright, it's overbearing and you can't get away from it. the moon's light is soft, and it runs from you, runs behind the clouds if you get too close. if you want it to be dark, it will leave you alone, it won't try and find you in all the corners of your world, but at the same time it calls for you, it wants to be with you. it's the only light i know of that makes me feel something in my heart. it's the only light i know that instills something akin to despair or homesickness, but pleasantly so. the moon's light is the only light i know that makes you feel like you're in love, the only light that loves you, even when you have nothing to love, even when nothing loves you.
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listen;
listen for the winds of change;
there've been rumours of a hurricane.
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listen;
listen for the winds of change;
there've been rumours of a hurricane.
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What you feel, is ok! it's never gonna change anyway
I feel like I've been neglecting everyone whos kind enough to Dev Watch me.
So I'm here to let you know how much I appreciate you and all you've done for me.
Sincerly,
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What you feel, is ok! it's never gonna change anyway
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-my favorite apple would have to be... the red ones, any kind of red apple except for those red delicious apples... i hate red delicious!
-yes; i found you didn't i?
-There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world. However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish or Buddhist (except maybe in Japan) religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the Population Reference Bureau). At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that there is at least one good child in each. Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are now talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks. This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second--3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a Poky 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour. The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself. On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that the "flying" reindeer could pull ten times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them, Santa would need 360,000 of them. This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch). 600,000 tons Traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance-this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached the fifth house on his trip. Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to acceleration forces of 17,500 g's. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs.
Merry Christmas.
-i don't think they deserve the attention or the paychecks. of course we know why they get this attention, people want to know about those that they see in the movies. i don't fully understand why they get these paychecks though, emotional trauma? i know plenty of people that work harder in more hazardous work environments but would have to work at that job 3 lifetimes in order to make what these stars make in a couple of days. i think you've gone too far into someone's when you're trying to figure out if they have hemorrhoids or not. actually, probably far before that. i honestly don't care who's married to who... the most i think we, as complete strangers, should know no more than perhaps their opinions on things such as politics, philosophy and society. really, why do i care how many times a day ben stiller shits?
-i don't think we'll die out entirely. and i don't think it will be because of the environment. the earth can take care of itself, it can heal, although the more we follow this destructive path, the harder and longer it will take the earth to fix itself, but eventually the earth can and probably will heal. i don't think it will be over the lack of resources either. oil will dissapear, mines will run out of ore, but all that matter is still on the earth and can be recovered. but i think before we discover how to properly recycle resources, we will kill each other off... just like in the movies, few pockets of people will be left, but unlike in the movies, it won't be only the genius scientist left behind. people left behind will be a pack of barbaric bandits finding other 'tribes' and pillaging what they have because in a war of such a scale much knowledge will be lost.
our decadent lifestyle is unsustainable, and i though i don't think humanity will be wiped out, i do believe that a sort of dark age will result before we achieve any kind of societally universal enlightenment.
-i think they are what they are. they're not nuts, or crazy, nor do they see the truth. they have a disease in which reality becomes skewed due to the malfunctions in their brain. schizophrenia is characterized by withdrawal from reality, delusions and illogical patterns of thinking. really, they're just like you and me, but their brains percieve the world in a way that is skewed, as a result they find a way to act according to this skewed reality which to them would make sense but to us appears 'nuts' ... this is what was told to me by someone who suffered from schizophrenia.
-it depends. i love caramel, and i like chocolate... and i like nuts in chocolate but i don't like nuts plain. can i put all three together?
-we've talked about this. it depends on the situation. if it's out of pure vanity, i'm completely against it. if the child is unplanned but by a couple who's married, but completely normal (ie, not dysfunctional) then i think they should raise the child (unless it is absolutely impossible due to finances or other unknown factors in which case the child should be put up for adoption). if the family can't take care of the child, i say adoption because it gives the child a chance at life, a chance to make something of itself. yes the 'adopted life' can be hell, one that neither of us can imagine, but look at it this way, how many people that have made huge differences in this world have gone through the system? in every other scenario (maybe not every other, it still depends... and i probably over looked many different scenarios) it should be the choice of both parents. i don't believe in the 'her body her choice' argument. honestly, i believe a child is alive at conception, and not 100% the mothers body, it is, in my opinion, the body of the mother and the father. a pregnant woman is two people... not one and so i think the choice should be consented by both parents... unless it's a result of rape or anything like that in which the father is unknown/abusive or uncaring/or any other situation in which the father should be excluded.
-i don't know. i never did much research on him and no one has ever told me about him. i don't know what he did or did not do for this country. maybe i'm stupid for it, but whatever. so with regards to this... i'm indifferent.
-dislike!?! i love bush!!!
heh... scared you there for a second didn't i?
>he's like ralph, a capitalist to the extreme... i'm against extreme capitalism
>he's stupid, during the debates i believe he had someone else do his talking for him... i think he had a mic in his ear
>trigger-happy. i have no problem with guns, just the people behind them.
>when he was supposed to be reviewing data from the 9/11 bombings he was on his ranch golfing on his personal golf course.
>he's greedy and overly ambitious.
>just a few reasons.
-it's pure. there's nothing like white. a true white light isn't cold or sterile, it's angelic... divine. if you took away all of humanities imperfections, vices you would have this. a truly enlightened race.
-i don't know what my favorite flower is. though i do, or would enjoy getting them if i ever did. definitely not too girly. it's a flower, it's nature, it's beautiful. if you wanted to know what kind of flower to get me for whatever occasion, i will tell you what you should get me... anything. surprise me every time. get me different flowers every time and maybe, when all your choices have been exhausted, maybe then i'll tell you which is my favorite.
-my favorite stone? hmm... i don't have a favorite stone. but if there was a stone that glistened like your eyes... a stone that had the same vibrant colors, a stone that made you feel content and happy when you gazed at them. if there was a stone that showed me the true meaning of love the way that your eyes do, that stone would be my favorite stone. until i find that stone, i will keep my eye out and take hold of any stone that perks my interests, but i will never truly be content with any stone until i find that one.
i think i've found it.
-the sun is too bright, although i love sunny days. they're happy and wonderful, but that's not the question, it's the light you're curious about. sunlight is too bright, it's overbearing and you can't get away from it. the moon's light is soft, and it runs from you, runs behind the clouds if you get too close. if you want it to be dark, it will leave you alone, it won't try and find you in all the corners of your world, but at the same time it calls for you, it wants to be with you. it's the only light i know of that makes me feel something in my heart. it's the only light i know that instills something akin to despair or homesickness, but pleasantly so. the moon's light is the only light i know that makes you feel like you're in love, the only light that loves you, even when you have nothing to love, even when nothing loves you.
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listen;
listen for the winds of change;
there've been rumours of a hurricane.
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listen;
listen for the winds of change;
there've been rumours of a hurricane.
today's featured deviation: thirst broke me
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