loading is when something is basically paused and its trying to gather all of its information so it can load it all together and trying to figure it all out like on ur computer
I helped my cousin with loading the moving truck. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t ever going to see her again.
Using magic against the strict law to save a squirrel from a van seemed strange and unnecessary, especially since it caused Alex to be banned from this town, but I knew she must’ve done it for some reason. Alex always did things for a purpose. I just couldn’t imagine what that would be. I mean, getting banished and sent half-way around the world and away from everyone she knew just to save a small animal? Really?
Thinking, waiting. Waiting for my brain to process what i’ve just heard. I feel nothing. I’m not scared, not sad, or mad. No even worried. Im just dead inside. I can’t answer to you if you ask me how I am. I don’t even understand. Someone help me process. Loading….
I waited and waited for the last filed to upload. I had approximately 60 seconds until the enemies walked in and the whole plan would be ruined. It had 5 more seconds to load when they walked in.
It was day one and I had just stepped out of the plane into this odd location. There were broken down trees, people walking around in rags as clothes, and there were many
The man’s web browser was loading the pdf. It took an outrageous amount of time so he decided to get a new internet provider. He got comcast and was even more mad by how slow it was.
Thinking, waiting. Waiting for my brain to process what i’ve just heard. I feel nothing. I’m not scared, not sad, or mad. No even worried. Im just dead inside. I can’t answer to you if you ask me how I am. I don’t even understand. Someone help me process. Loading….
I have been loading my mind with so many things that have been bombarding my life lately. Life is full of so many things that come up last minute that make it hard to deal with. I wish I would load my heart with the love of God
Loading, loading dock, loading station. The word loading has changed its meaning over the past years due to technology. Loading used to mean manual labour, now it means technological loading. It’s that way with many words – the’re meaning changes
loading the cassette into my walkman, i wondered if i were avoiding something. listening to the wretched screeches and guitars screaming as i walk under the summer sun towards k-mart, i contemplate the meaning of myself and my place in riverdale
He was loading the sacks of rice into the truck. His mind was wandering like the people in the street. His daughter was unwell. With his minimal wages he can’t afford to take her to the doctor for her treatment.
The cart had been pulled all the way from the other town on the other side of the hill. Their legs were sore and their shoulders felt like they had been pulled apart and then reattached. Unloading was the only thing that was left to do. The only thing, but it felt like you could just as well have asked them to move a mountain.
Loading the truck, you could see the sea at the end of the street. The late afternoon sun sparkled and tiny boats were speck in the harbour. We longed to be at the bottom of that winding street, the load out over.
Loading is an interesting word. It reminds me of loading dock as I work around those areas quite often. Loading also reminds me a bit about slow computers, how the message always shows up “loading…” and it feels as if it is taking forever. The good old DSL Internet days were something special on their own. I remember those times. It is crazy how quickly time flies.
the artless boat floated like rome without a smoke
her comeliness brought me to favor the soft waters of the east
even though ill doff off into the west
where we grow the best
greens
tender
is what we render
California has my back like the pacific in my highways
My future is…loading, please wait. Next year, I will…loading, please wait. I can’t wait until I graduate, then I’ll…loading, please wait. Hopefully I figure this out soon.
I stared at the words on the screen: Loading. I wondered what it would mean when the words faded away and were replaced with something else. I felt like I had been waiting my entire life to see what came next. Suddenly I felt terrified that Loading would disappear from the screen soon. It was all I had ever known and now I realized that it was all that I ever wanted to know.
loading, i first thought that the actual word of the day was still loading. oh the irony of it all. loading, i hate when things load, but then you think of the time before loading to the time that happens after the load and you see that the load was all worth it.
Loading is the time I was able to turn on the computer and wait for something to happen. It is the ability to create patience while sitting. Loading is a technology term that means slow down.
it’s all i’ve seen for the past 5 minutes. the anticipation is killing me. all i want is to talk to you, but technology won’t cooperate. i hate this. i hate that i have to do this. the waiting makes my hair stand on end.
“Come on! You stupid computer!” Brian had absolutely no patience what so ever when it came to waiting on technology. He was the kind of guy who was used to getting everything he wanted right away.
loading…..
“AGGGHHHH” Brian said violently shaking the computer, as if somehow that would make it work faster
I’m unloading her car. Boxes keep piling around with no end in site, like there are an infinite number of secrets I’m trying to move from the car to the $100 storage unit.
It had been a rough Sunday for them. Waking up to a harsh and urgent phone call, the head chef of the family had been involved in an accident. So it seemed at the time for the police investigator. Emotions on the roll, death had been busy among that family.
He gazes idly at the screen. Loading. 23%. There are so many things he could be doing right now, but he doesn’t, he just stares. 46%. He thinks about the things he could be doing, sure. 78%. But he doesn’t do them. He just stares, and waits, waits for it. 99%.
watch the bar spin around and around
your eyes trapped, bound
not sure how you got here
don’t know how to disappear
wasting life away
just for one more day
keep on suffering
the end is buffering
She shifted the last box into the trunk and closed it gently. Done. There was nothing else left in the house. She dawdled slightly. She wasn’t ready to get in the car. She still had a faint hope that he would show up to stop her. He knew what time she was leaving. He would be here by now if he were coming. Maybe he’s running late? All of these thoughts sounded cacophony in her brain, competing for attention.
loading up was the answers in his cerebrum
he had them all, stored away, somewhere in a calm, de-stressed
lavender-sulfur hot springs, minute-vacation
laud the power of a break
even if your hashian
garrulous thought swarms the front lobes when sitting at home becomes the one and only chore!
Before going out I used to engage in pre-loading. Drinking first and drinking fast enough to get a sparkling, insulating edge on before beginning the real work of drinking steadily (and – with hope – imperceptibly) in the company of others. Parties make me lonely. People, in their satisfactions, accomplishments, successes, and joys, make me feel distant from my own dim desires ever being realized.
As the three men in disheveled jeans and white bandanas were loading the last few boxes into the moving truck, I heard a shuffling of shoes from behind me and was startled to see Vanessa approach me. She was shivering in a thin, frayed hoodie, her eyes averted to the pavement as she stepped onto the driveway by my side.
A “loading dose” is the amount of medicine it takes to get you to a state of catch up. Yes – before you even start, you have to catch up. Chase the infection, chase the intruder, chase the ghost. Overwhelm the infection.
Certain drugs are purged from your system slowly, so for effectiveness you start with a wrecking ball. Then you titrate to sledgehammer. Then downgrade to a hammer. The gentlest dose: a knock on wood, by now your system has been subdued and will listen to reason. By first being knocked cold, you have been suitably softened for more calibrated and discerning treatment.
the application of a mechanical load or force to something.
“the branches of a tree diminish in cross section according to their loading”
the amount of electric current or power delivered to a device.
the maximum electric current or power taken by an appliance.
the provision of extra electrical inductance to improve the properties of a transmission wire or aerial.
adjective
1.
(of a gun, machine, or lorry) loaded in a specified way.
An amount that is built in to the insurance cost. This amount covers the operating cost of the insurer, as well as the chance that the insurer’s losses for that period will be higher than anticipated, and the changes in the interest earned from the insurer’s investments. This is added to the amount required to cover losses, known as the pure insurance cost
Oh. Loading is the word, the prompt. Oops! I sat looking at that word and burned up about 10 of my 60 seconds, waiting. “Loading” is the time-between, the impatient pause where we are left in limbo looking at our own blurred stupid face staring back at us from our computer screen, wanting data, wanting info, while the whirligig turns or the sand runs through the hourglass. Loading: deferred ambition, deferred critical thought, deferred analyses, deferred acknowledgement. I have been in a state of “loading” all my life
i was loading a bull in the wagon but i slipped and fell and the bull ran away and i chased him
Loading…
Waiting for something to happen.
Loading…
There’s an expectation.
Loading…
Of something coming.
Loading…
But what if nothing
Loading…
Nothing happens at all.
Done.
loading is when something is basically paused and its trying to gather all of its information so it can load it all together and trying to figure it all out like on ur computer
I helped my cousin with loading the moving truck. I couldn’t believe I wasn’t ever going to see her again.
Using magic against the strict law to save a squirrel from a van seemed strange and unnecessary, especially since it caused Alex to be banned from this town, but I knew she must’ve done it for some reason. Alex always did things for a purpose. I just couldn’t imagine what that would be. I mean, getting banished and sent half-way around the world and away from everyone she knew just to save a small animal? Really?
Thinking, waiting. Waiting for my brain to process what i’ve just heard. I feel nothing. I’m not scared, not sad, or mad. No even worried. Im just dead inside. I can’t answer to you if you ask me how I am. I don’t even understand. Someone help me process. Loading….
I waited and waited for the last filed to upload. I had approximately 60 seconds until the enemies walked in and the whole plan would be ruined. It had 5 more seconds to load when they walked in.
It was day one and I had just stepped out of the plane into this odd location. There were broken down trees, people walking around in rags as clothes, and there were many
The man’s web browser was loading the pdf. It took an outrageous amount of time so he decided to get a new internet provider. He got comcast and was even more mad by how slow it was.
Thinking, waiting. Waiting for my brain to process what i’ve just heard. I feel nothing. I’m not scared, not sad, or mad. No even worried. Im just dead inside. I can’t answer to you if you ask me how I am. I don’t even understand. Someone help me process. Loading….
I have been loading my mind with so many things that have been bombarding my life lately. Life is full of so many things that come up last minute that make it hard to deal with. I wish I would load my heart with the love of God
Loading, loading dock, loading station. The word loading has changed its meaning over the past years due to technology. Loading used to mean manual labour, now it means technological loading. It’s that way with many words – the’re meaning changes
Loading means to sit and wait while something else is taking place. It is using valuable time to wait for something that is not
loading the cassette into my walkman, i wondered if i were avoiding something. listening to the wretched screeches and guitars screaming as i walk under the summer sun towards k-mart, i contemplate the meaning of myself and my place in riverdale
He was loading the sacks of rice into the truck. His mind was wandering like the people in the street. His daughter was unwell. With his minimal wages he can’t afford to take her to the doctor for her treatment.
The cart had been pulled all the way from the other town on the other side of the hill. Their legs were sore and their shoulders felt like they had been pulled apart and then reattached. Unloading was the only thing that was left to do. The only thing, but it felt like you could just as well have asked them to move a mountain.
Loading the truck, you could see the sea at the end of the street. The late afternoon sun sparkled and tiny boats were speck in the harbour. We longed to be at the bottom of that winding street, the load out over.
Loading is an interesting word. It reminds me of loading dock as I work around those areas quite often. Loading also reminds me a bit about slow computers, how the message always shows up “loading…” and it feels as if it is taking forever. The good old DSL Internet days were something special on their own. I remember those times. It is crazy how quickly time flies.
the artless boat floated like rome without a smoke
her comeliness brought me to favor the soft waters of the east
even though ill doff off into the west
where we grow the best
greens
tender
is what we render
California has my back like the pacific in my highways
My future is…loading, please wait. Next year, I will…loading, please wait. I can’t wait until I graduate, then I’ll…loading, please wait. Hopefully I figure this out soon.
loading her boxes
into the back of the truck
the skin between her jeans
and her shirt
is visible
raw and
pale
she drops a cardboard
prism onto
the pavement
and it
unhinges itself
papers and pictures
splattering everywhere
like paint
her face and the faces
of everyone she
loves
flapping on the
concrete
I stared at the words on the screen: Loading. I wondered what it would mean when the words faded away and were replaced with something else. I felt like I had been waiting my entire life to see what came next. Suddenly I felt terrified that Loading would disappear from the screen soon. It was all I had ever known and now I realized that it was all that I ever wanted to know.
Thanks for the nightmares
“LOADING…” flashing on our screens
from first Playstation
goodbye forever
to long slowly moving bars
easily scratched discs
We are lucky now
those things will never be missed
hooray for game ROMs
[NFL kickers, don’t worry about today
it shows that you have more value now
and your salaries are going to go up
….if you don’t get cut/fired.]
what is the word?
loading, i first thought that the actual word of the day was still loading. oh the irony of it all. loading, i hate when things load, but then you think of the time before loading to the time that happens after the load and you see that the load was all worth it.
Loading is the time I was able to turn on the computer and wait for something to happen. It is the ability to create patience while sitting. Loading is a technology term that means slow down.
loading…
it’s all i’ve seen for the past 5 minutes. the anticipation is killing me. all i want is to talk to you, but technology won’t cooperate. i hate this. i hate that i have to do this. the waiting makes my hair stand on end.
loading
says the screen
i panic
and scream
loading
says the screen
i try
to wipe it clean
loading
says the screen
Waiting, waiting, waiting. My leg jiggled up and down hurriedly. I kept glancing around, turning my head around.
loading….
loading….
………………
“Come on! You stupid computer!” Brian had absolutely no patience what so ever when it came to waiting on technology. He was the kind of guy who was used to getting everything he wanted right away.
loading…..
“AGGGHHHH” Brian said violently shaking the computer, as if somehow that would make it work faster
I’m unloading her car. Boxes keep piling around with no end in site, like there are an infinite number of secrets I’m trying to move from the car to the $100 storage unit.
It had been a rough Sunday for them. Waking up to a harsh and urgent phone call, the head chef of the family had been involved in an accident. So it seemed at the time for the police investigator. Emotions on the roll, death had been busy among that family.
He gazes idly at the screen. Loading. 23%. There are so many things he could be doing right now, but he doesn’t, he just stares. 46%. He thinks about the things he could be doing, sure. 78%. But he doesn’t do them. He just stares, and waits, waits for it. 99%.
watch the bar spin around and around
your eyes trapped, bound
not sure how you got here
don’t know how to disappear
wasting life away
just for one more day
keep on suffering
the end is buffering
She shifted the last box into the trunk and closed it gently. Done. There was nothing else left in the house. She dawdled slightly. She wasn’t ready to get in the car. She still had a faint hope that he would show up to stop her. He knew what time she was leaving. He would be here by now if he were coming. Maybe he’s running late? All of these thoughts sounded cacophony in her brain, competing for attention.
loading up was the answers in his cerebrum
he had them all, stored away, somewhere in a calm, de-stressed
lavender-sulfur hot springs, minute-vacation
laud the power of a break
even if your hashian
garrulous thought swarms the front lobes when sitting at home becomes the one and only chore!
Before going out I used to engage in pre-loading. Drinking first and drinking fast enough to get a sparkling, insulating edge on before beginning the real work of drinking steadily (and – with hope – imperceptibly) in the company of others. Parties make me lonely. People, in their satisfactions, accomplishments, successes, and joys, make me feel distant from my own dim desires ever being realized.
As the three men in disheveled jeans and white bandanas were loading the last few boxes into the moving truck, I heard a shuffling of shoes from behind me and was startled to see Vanessa approach me. She was shivering in a thin, frayed hoodie, her eyes averted to the pavement as she stepped onto the driveway by my side.
A “loading dose” is the amount of medicine it takes to get you to a state of catch up. Yes – before you even start, you have to catch up. Chase the infection, chase the intruder, chase the ghost. Overwhelm the infection.
Certain drugs are purged from your system slowly, so for effectiveness you start with a wrecking ball. Then you titrate to sledgehammer. Then downgrade to a hammer. The gentlest dose: a knock on wood, by now your system has been subdued and will listen to reason. By first being knocked cold, you have been suitably softened for more calibrated and discerning treatment.
the application of a mechanical load or force to something.
“the branches of a tree diminish in cross section according to their loading”
the amount of electric current or power delivered to a device.
the maximum electric current or power taken by an appliance.
the provision of extra electrical inductance to improve the properties of a transmission wire or aerial.
adjective
1.
(of a gun, machine, or lorry) loaded in a specified way.
An amount that is built in to the insurance cost. This amount covers the operating cost of the insurer, as well as the chance that the insurer’s losses for that period will be higher than anticipated, and the changes in the interest earned from the insurer’s investments. This is added to the amount required to cover losses, known as the pure insurance cost
Oh. Loading is the word, the prompt. Oops! I sat looking at that word and burned up about 10 of my 60 seconds, waiting. “Loading” is the time-between, the impatient pause where we are left in limbo looking at our own blurred stupid face staring back at us from our computer screen, wanting data, wanting info, while the whirligig turns or the sand runs through the hourglass. Loading: deferred ambition, deferred critical thought, deferred analyses, deferred acknowledgement. I have been in a state of “loading” all my life