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When the noob goes to court with a shiny new racket, but the ball flies way off into thick brambly bushes, then that noob, growing cross screams and wails up a racket as the bystanders laugh him to the lowest noob bracket.
» Posted By wobster109 On 06.11.2012 @ 12:34 am
Music is the happiest thing in the world, and the easiest way (for me) to simulate emotions. Certain sound patterns can take the brain and rewire it and make Haskell seem a bit more bearable.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.22.2012 @ 12:22 am
I remember the dark-brown short little desks we used in fourth grade. They had a big drawer attached to them, and I’d put things in my desk. Somehow the desks seem set in a dark, gray room where I was bored and cranky.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.15.2012 @ 7:26 pm
Hmm? This sounds like a trap. The Venus Flytrap with its bright colors and weird rotting smells, or whatever it is that attracts flies, drawing them in and then eating them! What kind of plant eats animals! And then, the ice cream shop on the corner, calling, come in! Come in! And making passersby late to their meetings because they’ve stopped for ice cream.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.14.2012 @ 11:29 pm
When the rattlesnake chokes on the baby’s rattle, it gives its death rattle not from its throat, but from its rattle, and the rattle of its rattle does serve to tattle of the end that befell the snake by a rattle.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.14.2012 @ 1:56 am
Bittens are baby bats, just like kittens are baby cats. And vampire bat babies are called vampire bittens. If a bat bites a baby and the bat was tiny, then you can say, the baby was bitten by a baby bat bitten.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.12.2012 @ 10:42 am
Puddles are little pockets of rainbows and mirrors. I remember a very powerful sentence from an internet person who said, in regards to Noah’s Arc, “there should’ve been rainbows all over the damn place.” It was the water droplets that made him lose his faith, and I’m proud water has that role.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.10.2012 @ 4:42 pm
Well they’re spiky. I wish I’d had pins this morning to pin up my dress before I sewed it up. It would have been really helpful to hold the cloth in place first. But things worked out well enough. I can’t buy too much now because I’m a college student, but when I have my own place, I’ll fill it with useful things like rice cookers and pins.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.09.2012 @ 7:52 pm
What kind of silly word is this? This is just like asking for a whole bunch of stories about broken hearts and broken romances. Everyone has those. As unique and poignant as they all feel, very few are any different from another. Hearts are fickle. We dream, we bemoan, and then we forget. A year’s time, and the biggest deal in the world becomes just a speck in a big trash heap.
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.08.2012 @ 5:15 pm
Mental image produces a penny flying through the air against a black background, and then a sarcastic voice saying “on the flip side”. What is the flip side of a penny? Is it whichever side lands facing up? Is that a flippant comment?
» Posted By wobster109 On 04.03.2012 @ 8:17 pm
Every tree has a trunk, but some are small and thin while others are large and old. Trunks of trees are then used to make trunks for storage, like chests. Elephants have trunks, but not of wood. Men wear trunks when they go swimming. A car has a trunk where things are put. I never realized the word had so many different meanings.
» Posted By wobster109 On 03.22.2012 @ 8:51 pm
When I was younger, pastel things always seemed so pretty: bright, happy colors. But then they began to seem cookie-cutter. Like all the plastic flower and pony stickers. They didn’t capture the depth in the world. Sometimes, things are crimson, and sometimes they are pitch black.
» Posted By wobster109 On 03.17.2012 @ 12:27 am
It’s fairly easy to get from point A to point B in today’s world, but still difficult enough that it is troublesome. Things are very happy, because when I want to visit a dear friend, I can just hop on a train or a bus and appear there. But sometimes, they live continents away, and then the logistics become a little messier.
» Posted By wobster109 On 08.21.2011 @ 12:37 am
This is general enough that nothing specific comes to mind. What i remember changes from day to day; the most prominent memories change from season to season. I’m guilty of usually remembering most clearly insignificant things that some boy or other does. Isn’t that silly? Today, it’s some boy looking up and saying that he likes stuffed animals.
» Posted By wobster109 On 05.31.2011 @ 12:14 am
I hate them! I can taste a tiny bit of mint in a whole lot of chocolate, or a tiny sprig of cilantro in a whole bowl of soup, or a fragment of basil in a whole plate of noodles, and the whole family of plant makes food taste like lab chemicals. Lab chemicals and shoe leather.
» Posted By wobster109 On 05.28.2011 @ 1:48 am
Rargh I need to go on a rant! Everything I do is like a stupid dating sim game, only more complicated, but no matter what happens, I always get the same stupid route. It’s always the same storyline, and it’s always a bad end, always always. I always end up developing some stupid crush on some stupid guy who is more leet than me, and he always has more leet people that anyone would like better. . . .
» Posted By wobster109 On 01.01.2011 @ 6:37 pm
This is a word that is at once sweet and bittersweet. It is sweet because it is tied to the noun phrase “banana split,” which is a very sweet and delicious thing. But more often, people think of people splitting, or leaving, or going to be apart. It is sad to part from a dear friend, and it is sad to part from another of your fellow man. But there are people we just don’t get along with.
» Posted By wobster109 On 12.30.2010 @ 8:23 pm
Is it bad that the first thing that comes to mind is closed and open spaces, like topological spaces? And after that, closed windows. Why? Because mine NEVER STAY CLOSED. . . and bugs get in. . . and they fly into the lighting and die, and their bodies pile up in there. It’s not fair. All I want is my windows to stay closed. Is that so much to ask for?
» Posted By wobster109 On 11.28.2010 @ 8:11 am
It’s easy to be affectionate about the world when your ears are full of song and your heart full of love. For too long, I’ve been taking Brownian walks and festering in my thoughts of gloom. It really takes sitting down and listening to music to fix that. Something feels odd, like I’m using music to suppress other thoughts, or something silly like that.
» Posted By wobster109 On 11.26.2010 @ 2:40 pm
I’m very hungry, but I’m too lazy to make food. This sounds like the most average story ever. A great many college students probably spend their lives hungry, sleepy, unwashed, and customarily late. I ought to do homework, but instead, I’m procrastinating by writing about procrastinating. This is all stuff that everyone’s heard many times before.
» Posted By wobster109 On 11.09.2010 @ 6:35 pm
What’s there to say? Besides that my tables are all a complete mess. At first, they are empty, but I just leave stuff on them, and I never quite get around to putting stuff away. Also they are used to store data, like a math table.
» Posted By wobster109 On 10.19.2010 @ 12:15 pm
The first telescope was invented by Galileo, and it magnified things 8 times, I believe. He looked at Jupiter and noticed four moons around Jupiter; these are called the Galilean moons. It was a big deal because everyone at the time thought the Earth was the center of everything.
» Posted By wobster109 On 10.17.2010 @ 9:38 am
The walk home from school can be short, or it can be hours long if I walk all the way. It’s nice to stump around a city and think about things, that seems to happen best while walking. If I’m sitting still, it makes me sleep.
» Posted By wobster109 On 10.05.2010 @ 8:21 pm
Buildings. Tall and austere, and all alike, rising into the sky. I live in one of them, and I could never recognize it from afar until a friend pointed it out to me. But lately, he doesn’t need my company anymore. I don’t want to sound like a clingy little whiny person, but I do miss my friend.
» Posted By wobster109 On 10.04.2010 @ 2:38 pm
Schedules are the epic evil demon beasts, and they take the randomness out of everything, and they make you get up early. I had a friend who wanted to make a schedule for self improvement, and he tried to make me do the same thing, and even with all the schedules and all, it was never any fun anyways.
» Posted By wobster109 On 09.29.2010 @ 9:46 am
I’m currently abroad, and I want to send postcards to my friends, but I’m not sure how. What format should I use to write the address? How long will it take to get there? How much will the postage be? And how will I communicate with the people at the office? Not knowing the language is getting a bit rough.
» Posted By wobster109 On 09.26.2010 @ 5:10 am
This is the word you give me? It looks like mathematics, even though it probably shouldn’t be. There’s this thing called a Legendre Symbol, which looks just like a fraction, but it’s about quadratic residues or something. It makes not much sense at all.
» Posted By wobster109 On 09.18.2010 @ 7:41 pm
Two definitions came into my mind at once. To receive a punch, like a physical blow, or else that beverage that one drinks. And a third definition would be to poke a hole through something. It’s strange that these three obvious definitions are all different happiness values. Punch the drink is happy, punch the blow is unpleasant, and punch the office machine punching holes is neutral.
» Posted By wobster109 On 09.14.2010 @ 2:37 pm
Hay. Lofts are full of hay, and hay always smells sweet in books. And they always have a big rope swing. I remember reading about a loft with a swing in Charlotte’s Web, and imagining so many lofts, that for a moment, I thought it was a real memory, instead of just a thought about a loft.
» Posted By wobster109 On 08.29.2010 @ 11:18 pm
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Mist is visually foggy, so it’s often used for that same effect in movies, or even in literature. It took me awhiles to realize that it’s just a cloud. I wanted to walk on poufy clouds, but it would really just be like having my head in mist, and I’d fall right through.
» Posted By wobster109 On 08.25.2010 @ 3:00 am