Console. Game console. This makes me think of xbox and playstation. And it makes me want to buy one and play Portal 2. I am secretly a huge nerd. I miss Mario.
He hit it a couple of times hope that the game would simply pop out, but it appeared stuck. It’s not as if he really wanted to play the game, he merely hoped to escape. There in the pixels, in the tiny code was something else, something he needed. And he couldn’t get to it.
Barreling through the middle of Galaxy TN J0924-2201, Captain Zoygling looked at his console. The red blinky lights were indicating impact was imminent with the small planetoid. It was half a parsec away, but at warp factor 7, it was impossible to do anything but watch imminent doom approach. He needed something to console him. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed.
“No signal” said his phone. “Oh, asteroids,” he muttered, standing up on his Captain’s Chair and waving the device around wildly. One bar. He dialed again as death approached. It rang. “Mommy?” he said, “I’m about to die.”
“Oh, I see,” she replied, “You never write. You never call. You forget my birthday. You forget Mothers’ Day. But as soon as it’s something important to you…”
Consoling is the act of making something better, right? Like, a crying child. If you wanted to console the baby, you’d hold him and rock him, or give him what he wanted to stop the crying? To make the crying child feel better? Wow, 60 seconds. I don’t even know what to write about this word. I console myself a lot, I suppose. I’m an emotional wreck at the moment. Who’s going to be reading this? Reading my rambling about Console?! Whoever it is, please don’t think I’m an idiot. <3
to give comfort to someone in need. The be a shoulder to cry on and a friend to someone who is going through a hard time. To console is to try to make one feel better about a difficult time or situation they are faced with.
i’m not sure what this word means which reminds me of the place exactly where i want to be. a place where i do not know, do not understand, can not use in a complete legit sentence.
but can i just change the subject and talk about how much i want you and i to go makeout in the rain up against your car right now?
This morning the console in my car was wet. From what? What could it possibly be this time and how in the freaking hell did my console end up with water in it. I just got into the car for the first time today. Already my day is starting off as usual, one screw up after another. I looked up to the sky for God’s reaction, and noticed I left the sunroof open overnight. Again.
She was always there for me, and as cliche as it sounds, I could trust her with my life. We went through everything together from first loves to heartbreaks. We could spend a Saturday night just laying around the house, eating junk food, and be entirely okay with it. We cried together when we watched the notebook, and again when mean girls just didn’t know that they crossed a line. I didn’t realize how much I missed her until today, when she accidentally called me while consoling her new best friend over some stupid boy drama. That used to be us. I miss you, Amanda.
Every time I get a new electronic device- phone, computer, or whatever else- the feeling never compares to the first time I opened up a brand new Nintendo console. Now, I’m not really that good at accurate comparisons, but if I had to try, I’d say it was like finding a unicorn inside of Jesus’s beard.
I put my feet up on the console, crossed at the ankles. Though we were going fast, the breeze through the window was gentle. Spring was finally here, and we remembered the feelings that come along with it. Finer feelings than we’d been having through late winter.
I just wanted you to console me. That’s all. I know it would have been awkward, but wouldn’t it have been worth it? Or is my happiness worth nothing? I guess that’s just how you really are.
Nothing anyone could say would console her. Mary sat in a heap sobbing. On her lap laid smitten her beloved cat, cold, still, dead.
“Let me take him and find a box to put him in,” said her mother soothingly.
“No!” Mary hugged the cat to her chest so tightly, as though the beat of her own heart would bring it back to life.
“Console him over his CONSOLE? That’s a bit odd, isn’t it? Why doesn’t he just buy another one? He easily could.” “Save files, man, the save files. That’s why.”
Nobody can console me now. I am alone. Utterly alone. My ideas are my own and i will keep them in my secret heart. Nobody understands. I can’t explain them they just are. I believe where others cannot.
Console.. well the way I’m reading it it’s console.. you know, the “I’m so sorry” bull crap. Or maybe it’s the game “console”. Darn me on my part for being stupid :(
it’s that thing that’s in the middle of my car that i put my cds in and sometimes stick my trash in when someone’s riding with me that i don’t want to see all of my crap. i might have a starbucks coupon in there too. yeah. i’ll have to look.
I don’t need to be consoled. I am angry, bitter, but most of all disappointed with how my life is going. I have made bad decision, after bad. I guess I don’t need to be consoled, I need to get bitch slapped to stop acting like someone’s BITCH.
Cry in front of me. Please. I need to see you weak. I need to know that I’m not always the weak one. Come running to me, let me know that you need me just like I need you. I want to be there for you, but I also need to know how
is a computer that is a screen and it is something that we access and use to acquire information and it shows us stuff like in that movie where there are all the screens and the radar and the bad guys or the aliens or whatever are coming or the giant fish on the sonar and we see it and we’re like whoa because there’s all that information and it’s accessible and we can like visualize what’s coming. yeah. wow.
The platter, filled with yummy sweets, was placed on the console, little eyes wide with wonder gazed over the edge, devouring the sight of the delectable treats.
He didn’t have time to console her. There was nothing that he could do. It was over, done with. The whispered words he wanted to whisper never came. They blew away, silent and unheard in the wind. He was gone, and with him went any hope for comfort she could ever have.
Like a video game. Like an xbox 360 or playstation 3. I don’t even play video games, it’s all my brother. I’ve heard the word thrown around in passing dozens of times before though.
“Oh, m’lady don’t fret! Don’t fret! Your mother was a fine lady. A perfect woman. Classy, helpful. A model of excellence. She will live on in memory forever”
“No, no she won’t. She will die along with the traditions she embodied, for she was nothing more than an empty soul carrying out the motions of tradition.”
What if there is no one there when you need them? What if you turn around and over your shoulder is just…well…nothing? What would happen if all those that you love weren’t a phone call away or a car ride away? Everyone needs to be consoled at some time.
She wanted to console him… to put her arms around him… to tell him everything would be all right. But she knew it wouldn’t be. It would never be all right again. So instead of lying to him, instead of hugging him, instead of offering any form of consolation, she stood in the doorway biting her lip, watching as he sat on the couch crying like she’d never seen another person cry…
teardrops fall like snowclouds from the atmosphere in spring
what a pretty sight
one cannot
console
a pretty sight like this,
for it’d be such a waste,
such a dire, dire waste
of beauty and love
(because she doesn’t love you
why should you love her?).
to take care of you, and be there for you. To work for your behalf and make certain that you are allright, and when you have no other place to run to, you know I am there. To give you peace and comfort, and then take out the Wii and go nuts on that system.
She tried her best to console the child. Pulled him into her lap and whispered that the world was not so bad. It was a pretty lie. They both knew it was. But both took comfort in it, wrapped it around them like a careworn blanket to keep themselves safe.
All I wanted to do was console her; to whisper into her ear and tell her that everything was going to be fine, and that those missing puzzle pieces would fall into place. But I couldn’t. I could not bring myself to sit down on the curb next to her. So I left instead, and left her behind where she had always been.
console yourself and console others as well. this is how balance is achieved. only through balance can we master the fundamental elements essential to attain the greatest “happiness”. this happiness referred to is not simply pleasure, or joy, but peace. if you console yourself and others in an unbalanced way, your peace will invariably be destroyed.
He consoled her… or tried. She sat with her back straight, like her mother had taught her, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing. Her posture was militarily straight. She seemed too hard to hug, so he merely patted her on the back, unsure of what to say and completely confused as to what he could do.
Death and loss were old friends to Habinger; he didn’t seem to understand the sting felt in one so young as this. Of course, Marc was not living the same way Habinger’s friends lived before they died. He was living the kind of life that encouraged people and made them wish they were young again.
Watching the girl’s grief, which was contorted by the lack of softness in her body, Habinger remembered having friends whose deaths would have made him hurt like that. It seemed a mercy to him that she had not had to live through the death of Marc’s fiery ambition. That was the worst kind of death, the one that Habinger had to see over and over again on the faces of his school friends, and later on, his bar buddies and then his wife; once it was over, it was simply a matter of waiting until they died a second time so that he could gain the closure of a burial. In truth, their souls were buried years before.
He was called back to the present by a ring of the doorbell.
Console. Game console. This makes me think of xbox and playstation. And it makes me want to buy one and play Portal 2. I am secretly a huge nerd. I miss Mario.
He hit it a couple of times hope that the game would simply pop out, but it appeared stuck. It’s not as if he really wanted to play the game, he merely hoped to escape. There in the pixels, in the tiny code was something else, something he needed. And he couldn’t get to it.
Barreling through the middle of Galaxy TN J0924-2201, Captain Zoygling looked at his console. The red blinky lights were indicating impact was imminent with the small planetoid. It was half a parsec away, but at warp factor 7, it was impossible to do anything but watch imminent doom approach. He needed something to console him. He picked up his mobile phone and dialed.
“No signal” said his phone. “Oh, asteroids,” he muttered, standing up on his Captain’s Chair and waving the device around wildly. One bar. He dialed again as death approached. It rang. “Mommy?” he said, “I’m about to die.”
“Oh, I see,” she replied, “You never write. You never call. You forget my birthday. You forget Mothers’ Day. But as soon as it’s something important to you…”
console or console?
As in ,”There is no consolation like the consolation my husband recieves
every day
from his gaming console.”
Consoling is the act of making something better, right? Like, a crying child. If you wanted to console the baby, you’d hold him and rock him, or give him what he wanted to stop the crying? To make the crying child feel better? Wow, 60 seconds. I don’t even know what to write about this word. I console myself a lot, I suppose. I’m an emotional wreck at the moment. Who’s going to be reading this? Reading my rambling about Console?! Whoever it is, please don’t think I’m an idiot. <3
The game was put into the console. We were ready to play. Mario on his go kart quickly drove across th screen. Oh yeah it’s game time.
to give comfort to someone in need. The be a shoulder to cry on and a friend to someone who is going through a hard time. To console is to try to make one feel better about a difficult time or situation they are faced with.
i’m not sure what this word means which reminds me of the place exactly where i want to be. a place where i do not know, do not understand, can not use in a complete legit sentence.
but can i just change the subject and talk about how much i want you and i to go makeout in the rain up against your car right now?
This morning the console in my car was wet. From what? What could it possibly be this time and how in the freaking hell did my console end up with water in it. I just got into the car for the first time today. Already my day is starting off as usual, one screw up after another. I looked up to the sky for God’s reaction, and noticed I left the sunroof open overnight. Again.
She was always there for me, and as cliche as it sounds, I could trust her with my life. We went through everything together from first loves to heartbreaks. We could spend a Saturday night just laying around the house, eating junk food, and be entirely okay with it. We cried together when we watched the notebook, and again when mean girls just didn’t know that they crossed a line. I didn’t realize how much I missed her until today, when she accidentally called me while consoling her new best friend over some stupid boy drama. That used to be us. I miss you, Amanda.
Every time I get a new electronic device- phone, computer, or whatever else- the feeling never compares to the first time I opened up a brand new Nintendo console. Now, I’m not really that good at accurate comparisons, but if I had to try, I’d say it was like finding a unicorn inside of Jesus’s beard.
I put my feet up on the console, crossed at the ankles. Though we were going fast, the breeze through the window was gentle. Spring was finally here, and we remembered the feelings that come along with it. Finer feelings than we’d been having through late winter.
I just wanted you to console me. That’s all. I know it would have been awkward, but wouldn’t it have been worth it? Or is my happiness worth nothing? I guess that’s just how you really are.
Nothing anyone could say would console her. Mary sat in a heap sobbing. On her lap laid smitten her beloved cat, cold, still, dead.
“Let me take him and find a box to put him in,” said her mother soothingly.
“No!” Mary hugged the cat to her chest so tightly, as though the beat of her own heart would bring it back to life.
“Console him over his CONSOLE? That’s a bit odd, isn’t it? Why doesn’t he just buy another one? He easily could.” “Save files, man, the save files. That’s why.”
video console games computer station kingdom hearts ps2 xbox game cube sony usa japan dvd windows microsoft computer
Nobody can console me now. I am alone. Utterly alone. My ideas are my own and i will keep them in my secret heart. Nobody understands. I can’t explain them they just are. I believe where others cannot.
Console.. well the way I’m reading it it’s console.. you know, the “I’m so sorry” bull crap. Or maybe it’s the game “console”. Darn me on my part for being stupid :(
apologetic, I’m sorry, crying, sympathy, low, blue, ocean, hugging, caressing, sitting
it’s that thing that’s in the middle of my car that i put my cds in and sometimes stick my trash in when someone’s riding with me that i don’t want to see all of my crap. i might have a starbucks coupon in there too. yeah. i’ll have to look.
I don’t need to be consoled. I am angry, bitter, but most of all disappointed with how my life is going. I have made bad decision, after bad. I guess I don’t need to be consoled, I need to get bitch slapped to stop acting like someone’s BITCH.
gaming. tv. men. bored. winter. technology. killing brian cells. headaches. research. genius.
Cry in front of me. Please. I need to see you weak. I need to know that I’m not always the weak one. Come running to me, let me know that you need me just like I need you. I want to be there for you, but I also need to know how
The action of kind comfort that only can be given by someone who knows you, understands you, loves you.
is a computer that is a screen and it is something that we access and use to acquire information and it shows us stuff like in that movie where there are all the screens and the radar and the bad guys or the aliens or whatever are coming or the giant fish on the sonar and we see it and we’re like whoa because there’s all that information and it’s accessible and we can like visualize what’s coming. yeah. wow.
The platter, filled with yummy sweets, was placed on the console, little eyes wide with wonder gazed over the edge, devouring the sight of the delectable treats.
He didn’t have time to console her. There was nothing that he could do. It was over, done with. The whispered words he wanted to whisper never came. They blew away, silent and unheard in the wind. He was gone, and with him went any hope for comfort she could ever have.
Like a video game. Like an xbox 360 or playstation 3. I don’t even play video games, it’s all my brother. I’ve heard the word thrown around in passing dozens of times before though.
I miss her.
“Oh, m’lady don’t fret! Don’t fret! Your mother was a fine lady. A perfect woman. Classy, helpful. A model of excellence. She will live on in memory forever”
“No, no she won’t. She will die along with the traditions she embodied, for she was nothing more than an empty soul carrying out the motions of tradition.”
What if there is no one there when you need them? What if you turn around and over your shoulder is just…well…nothing? What would happen if all those that you love weren’t a phone call away or a car ride away? Everyone needs to be consoled at some time.
She wanted to console him… to put her arms around him… to tell him everything would be all right. But she knew it wouldn’t be. It would never be all right again. So instead of lying to him, instead of hugging him, instead of offering any form of consolation, she stood in the doorway biting her lip, watching as he sat on the couch crying like she’d never seen another person cry…
teardrops fall like snowclouds from the atmosphere in spring
what a pretty sight
one cannot
console
a pretty sight like this,
for it’d be such a waste,
such a dire, dire waste
of beauty and love
(because she doesn’t love you
why should you love her?).
to console someone is to help them feel better. i don’t believe in doing so, i just believe in talking about the matter until it becomes dead.
to take care of you, and be there for you. To work for your behalf and make certain that you are allright, and when you have no other place to run to, you know I am there. To give you peace and comfort, and then take out the Wii and go nuts on that system.
She tried her best to console the child. Pulled him into her lap and whispered that the world was not so bad. It was a pretty lie. They both knew it was. But both took comfort in it, wrapped it around them like a careworn blanket to keep themselves safe.
All I wanted to do was console her; to whisper into her ear and tell her that everything was going to be fine, and that those missing puzzle pieces would fall into place. But I couldn’t. I could not bring myself to sit down on the curb next to her. So I left instead, and left her behind where she had always been.
When your friend is very sad try consoling them with the gift of a gaming console.
console yourself and console others as well. this is how balance is achieved. only through balance can we master the fundamental elements essential to attain the greatest “happiness”. this happiness referred to is not simply pleasure, or joy, but peace. if you console yourself and others in an unbalanced way, your peace will invariably be destroyed.
He consoled her… or tried. She sat with her back straight, like her mother had taught her, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing. Her posture was militarily straight. She seemed too hard to hug, so he merely patted her on the back, unsure of what to say and completely confused as to what he could do.
Death and loss were old friends to Habinger; he didn’t seem to understand the sting felt in one so young as this. Of course, Marc was not living the same way Habinger’s friends lived before they died. He was living the kind of life that encouraged people and made them wish they were young again.
Watching the girl’s grief, which was contorted by the lack of softness in her body, Habinger remembered having friends whose deaths would have made him hurt like that. It seemed a mercy to him that she had not had to live through the death of Marc’s fiery ambition. That was the worst kind of death, the one that Habinger had to see over and over again on the faces of his school friends, and later on, his bar buddies and then his wife; once it was over, it was simply a matter of waiting until they died a second time so that he could gain the closure of a burial. In truth, their souls were buried years before.
He was called back to the present by a ring of the doorbell.
good day