|Pshyramid||January 28, 2015, 7:50 pm|
|Has anyone here had to endure the Pandora ad for Cedar Sinai brain surgeons that opens with some woman saying, "Pyramid. [I]Pshyramid[/I]. P-hhyramid."? It's so fucking horrible to hear her mispronounce that over and over again every five songs or so. And of course it's at work and we're not allowed to install adblock on our laptops, so while I'm typing up validation procedures I feel like taking a screwdriver to my eardrums- am I overreacting? Btw the Bose headset is still golden and everyone is jelly of them.|
|Collaborators Wanted||January 28, 2015, 4:55 pm|
I have three levels made already. Basically, for those who are familiar, I want to do what Scythe did. I want the end of each map to be the start of the next map. Example, for those who still don't understand, if Map01 ends in a red room, Map02 needs to start in a red room.
If anybody is interested just post here. I encourage full creative rights to each map maker, the only condition being that each ending must be the following beginning.
Beginners only please.
|Online Classes Suck||January 27, 2015, 12:55 pm|
I just started taking my first internet class at community college, and it blows.
I thought it would be kinda cool since it's set up like an internet forum like doomworld is, but getting work done for it is the most time consuming thing I've ever endured, and I just started. It's a computer information systems and technology class, and many of the points are involved in class participation, so the teacher will post a list of questions that are required to be answered in the form of a new thread. Most of the questions require you to click links and read a long article, or browse through a website and pick your favorite page and write a summary about it or something. In addition to that, part of the points involved are to visit other student's threads and respond to their answers in some way or another.
I'm a pretty self-motivating guy in most conditions, but I'm having a really hard time already keeping composed, mannerful, and polite to talk about something so hideously boring. It doesn't help that my teacher is flooding the announcements page with 10-15 minute long youtube videos related to the subject, links to other uninteresting websites, and isn't clear whether or not it's required or optional to view.
I feel like I'm going to be spending 20 hours a week of my own personal time just to keep up, while my classes on campus are a fucking piece of cake. I literally just show up, take some notes here and there through the lecture, and complete the assignments the instructor hands out in class, or immediately after class, and my mind is free for the rest of the week, while this online class has so much reading material drilled into that I feel like I'm neck deep in quicksand already. Anyone have any tips on how to get through this?
|Ten Years Of Doomworld||January 26, 2015, 5:59 pm|
Well I've been on Doomworld for ten years this month.
A lot of wonderful wads have been made.
Great new source port enhancements!
Throughout high school, college, and beyond.
I've always found Doomworld and DOOM a second home.
I even made a couple of my own maps.
And I hope to be on here for many more.
|BliZzArD||January 26, 2015, 12:52 pm|
|I love blizzards. It's begun to snow here in Cambridge, MA. Boston is forecast for 2+ feet. O_o But the bomb isn't supposed to drop until late tonight around 11pm.|
|Bandcamp||January 26, 2015, 3:40 am|
I'm adding a bunch of my stuff to Bandcamp.
All music on this page is (c) me, all rights reserved.
On that page there is a "Best Of" collection that features 32 of what I consider to be my best ever works from 2008 to last year.
More albums are to come, including the third BTSX album, TNT2, The Adventures of Square, and hopefully Supplice.
With these downloads, you can more easily: add the tunes easily to your music player of choice, listen on the go if you add them to your mobile device of choice, and I fully allow burning them to CD for listening in your kitchen or car or whatever. (So long as you don't be a dicklord and redistribute them. I will find where you sleep.)
|v&||January 25, 2015, 8:53 am|
So, I called the police a bunch of fascist pigs about a month ago. Many lulz were had.
HOW TO ARREST A BITCH: STEP ONE
Approach from the rear as the insanely handsome criminal is walking away. Stick your foot in in the back of his knee, causing him to fall face down on the pavement. Revel in the torrent of muffled abuse that comes forth as darknation eats concrete.
Sit on him to restrain said perp, like the victory hump you give a corpse in Halo multiplayer. Apply handcuffs. Make sure that they are good and tight; if his wrists aren't fucked for the next two weeks then you are doing it wrong.
STEP TWO: ENTER THE PARTY VAN
It is an irony that the police will fuck you for not wearing a seatbelt. And yet, the first thing you will notice upon entering the party van, is that there are no fucking seatbelts.
It is difficult to hang on when you have been handcuffed and hogtied. Expect the party van to lurch wildly on cunted suspension. Expect further damage to your fine facial features as you smash headfirst into the metal bench opposite.
STEP THREE: PROCESSING
They strip searched me. I shit you not. My clothes were confiscated after PC Homo was finished staring at my cock and arsehole. I was presented with my new jail uniform; a pair of blue shorts made out of some weird form of piss-proof kevlar. The t-shirt is a luminous abomination.
Think of the world's worst football kit and you'd not be far off.
STEP FOUR: JAIL
It is cold. You have no socks. There is no sheet on the bed, which is three inches off the concrete floor and bolted to the wall. The mattress is made of weird blue plastic. The urinal has no seat and weird rubber around the rim. Shitting presents a problem.
STEP FIVE: THE CREEPY OLD GUY STARING AT YOU THROUGH THE CATFLAP
There is a creepy old guy who opens the perv-hole in the door once every two hours to make sure you aren't Shawshanking your way out of this dump. The creepy old guy does not speak. The creepy old guy has bug-eyes. He likes to watch you poop.
STEP SIX: GETTING KICKED OUT
There is no breakfast. There is no coffee. Clothes will be returned. Officer Homo has gone home and has been replaced by Officer Acne. Wallet is presented with money intact; this was done with great and serious joviality, the implication being that We, the Police, would not stoop to stealing the money out of your pocket.
And then you get a forty pound fine for being drunk and disorderly and calling the police a bunch of fascist fucking pigs. If you do not pay it within the month then the fine doubles and warrants for arrest will be issued again. Suck the dark cock of justice.
STEP SEVEN: NEED NICOTINE
There is, conveniently, a garage next to the police station. Fags can be bought and smoked in profusion.
STEP EIGHT: TRIUMPHANT RETURN
I am now three hours late for work. I have not washed, my palms of my hands are bloody as fuck from the decking I got upon arrest. I have a million missed calls on my mobile. Pub greets me with the proper amount of respect upon my eventual resumption of bar duties. Cool old dude with a beard, so impressed with my heroism in the face of the anti-lulz, gives me forty quid to pay my fine and buys me a pint.
STEP NINE: REFLECTION ON LESSONS LEARNED
|Original musickcs||January 25, 2015, 1:00 am|
Since October I've been trying to treat a stubborn ear infection and it's slowly been eating away at my sanity (but hopefully not my brain stem). The latest round of antibiotics seem to be clearing it up but two weeks ago I was seriously considering trepanning... Anyway, I was strangely motivated to plug in my electric piano and set my suffering to a lovely ambient piece. Enjoy.
|bored animation||January 23, 2015, 6:31 pm|
yeah. Baby killing simulator.
bored bored bored bored
|What's good, board?||January 22, 2015, 7:13 pm|
|How have the last 4-5 years been?|