Felicity

I'm still hung up a little on the animation but now it's a matter of me not being too fond of 3D rather than the quality of the animation itself. Honestly the music is what always had me anyway so is k.

no you are not #late

Mornings are terrible things that no decent person would be caught participating in. When I get the chance, I become a decent person and wake at noon. also lots and lots of bacon. Oh, I also do a myriad of drugs, though one of my suppliers just stopped talking to me completely. Whaddya gonna do?

The requirements are different, I guess. Faith doesn't need much evidence for you to model your life around it, part of why there's so much conflict between science and religion. Philosophy needs evidence or experience to come about as "a study of existential knowledge". You need knowledge. Faith and knowledge aren't the same thing so, yeah. Religious philosophies come about when you have enough faith that you accept religious teachings as fact. It's the same general end point but still a difference there.

It's pretty solid, standard gundam. Space battles, mechs, politics, themes of friendship and family and so on. Honestly It's just very high quality.

That was better than expected...? "Thanks?" Cindy squeaked in response to Rames retreating figure. "well at least no one's arguing" Cindy said, partially to Karen and Alison, partially to herself and her hands. Each of them were dithering about in the air, moving over the walls and the ceiling idling absently.

Dobby @ Rock head Rock/Psychic Adamant -Head smash -Yawn -Endure -future sight

Cindy had been enjoying the brand new perspective of a wall flower as she tried not to get in the way of the two girls biting comments. She decidedly did not want to get caught in the crossfire, particularly when one side was capable of taking that turn of phrase and making it literal. Gods dammit could she really let them keep going though? They were meant to be a team and, well, wouldn't it be nice if Cindy could be the one to calm them down? Ohh, what was the harm? Burning answered a very quiet voice in Cindy's head. she didn't listen. "Um, we don't have to argue. Wouldn't it be nicer if we could get along and improve so that when we go down south we can, maybe, look out for each other?" Cindy ventured forward, speaking for the first time since introducing herself. Her expression was unsure and wavering but her eyes showed she was clearly earnest. She wanted the best for everyone here.

So I lost where exactly Cindy was in all of this and i've been inactive so I might throw Cindy at the encounter between Karen and Rame with the excuse that she was just kinda there, too intimidated by Rame to speak up. That aight?

First assignment for one of my uni modules is to turn in a poem. Here's a first draft, done in the form of a rondeau. Nick the Slick What a cheat! Insufferable dick! Why did I have to meet the man called Nick? “All in good fun!” is what he said with a Cheshire grin plastered on his head. God forbid I ever again see that blazing prick lest I am charged of assault with a brick. Life is now calm. Soon I’ll be wed. Yet my memory cries as I lie abed What a cheat! Years later I get news imbued with dread Alas poor Nick has fallen sick! He said he wished to apologise for his trick. We meet, talk, reconcile. Tears are shed. Among his kin one proud thing was said. “What a cheat!”

Hi, yeah, I think that interaction with Misara and Jorgen is, after a long wait, finished. Sorry it took so long with the replies. Uni.

Jorgen watched Misara go, shrugging to himself as she left. She wasn't his responsibility and at the very least she had shared some info. That was all the cooperation he needed. At the very least he had two leads now. Maybe at some point he could ask some questions of the policemen who had apprehended him. Hm. How many times did a cyborg get to to think that particular thought in his lifetime?

So my prior post was a crack with my Halloween profile, water bending for a leviathan from the deep sea yadda yadda yadd. I'm actually a narcissist and you've put some nice thought into it at first glance so coolio.

I've got my costume ready

I don't even have to do it to know it's water.

I have a pen in my coat. I wear my coat. Thus I do, even if I don't think about it.

Keijo did not enrapture me. The humour of "heh butts n ass" is lost on me when I have been up to my neck in it for two thirds of my life. The character designs are eh and I guess in terms of outrageous weirdness I've been exposed to Prison school, so this show doesn't really faze me. The only other actual show I've picked up on is March comes in like a lion. This show looks and sounds fuckin' gorgeous and as a guy living on his own right now I empathise with the main character a fair bit. Everything else is either sequels or I've watched like one episode of. Gi(a)rlish number is from the same person as SNAFU, Oreigairu btw so it's way more cynical than first appearances make it seem. Seriously, I can tell I'm going to love to hate everyone in that show.

Yeah, I'm fine. You do realize that us meeting here will make people look suspicious right? "Which people? Those people?" Jorgen asked innocently, pointing at George and Meryl the innocent Angel couple who had no bearing on the situation whatsoever. "There's a myriad of reaons why that is largely irrelevant. One of which being I literally just wandered here with no goal in mind. At all. This is literally just a conversation." Jorgen had been chattering away merrily, heedless of staring onlookers. They would have been looking at the odd pair anyway so he didn't feel a need to be discreet, hands flailing wildly in approximations of emphatic gestures to pair with his words. "Did anything happen that you might wanna tell me or are you going to be brusque and fit yourself into the loner niche again?"

probably because everyone assumes "lumen" for the heart and no one really knows Rame well enough to think that Braith is the source of her aggression. Also Braith makes me think of the little kid in skyrim who always threatened the battleborn nerd.