Milky Jade

@@SasQ, Well, I fear you're being lied to. Like so many. Germans are good at compound words, but that's just about it. I can invent words like that on my own, but the longer they get, the more you're just... building a sentence without breaks. Which doesn't happen. There is no widespread use of tongue twisting yourself into asphyxiation. High german has nothing to do with it either, the distinction is false, sorry to say. High german just happens to be the written german (and legally required for everything official), the common tongue (think english in LOTR), dialects only rarely appear outside of spoken form. Examples of long words you *could* use doesn't make them common or even unique to german... the longest german word I've came across in my time was Löschwassereinspeisung. That's not remarkably long, in my opinion, it's on par with... "anime convention". Those gargantuan words you found are more like inside jokes, ya know? They exist, but only unto and for the sake of.. itself. Bottom line: if the word is too long, there is a better word for it, and if it's even longer, it was contrived by some smart-arse. Take my word for it. Won't you?

@@SasQ, No german ever uses a word that long; and what are those quotation marks supposed to mean..?

@@chefmac, Well, cutie marks are basically tattoos. So I'm not sure we're on the same page here..?

@@SFyr, I got the first letter right. Yay-ifications! Pixel is a decent name to christen your cat with. If your cat messes up, you can call it faulty or defective, now.

@@SFyr, alt + 0150 (x2)––for awesome em dashes. If I owned a cat I'd probably just lazily name it mrs. norris, or chesh; just please, promise me to not name it after egyptian deities!

I regularly despise pet names whose namesake are mythological figures such as gods, but I always shared an affinity for Pandora. So that's my suggestion. Pandora.

I see no use for the method of Ioci unless you're like, studying anatomy or something. I also think it's pretty much unfalsifiable because firstly, mind related things always are, and secondly would be that there can be no telling whether your memory wouldn't've worked just the same without some sort of spatial recognition / memory 'technique'. That out of the way......priorities. Modelling "mind" as "algorithm", the short or even long range tasks of your mind are nothing more than laundry lists you should order and reshuffle going by urgency. Same also goes for all decision-making, in which the urgency also leads to a hierarchal order of parameters.

@, What, you mean this beauty? Yeah. It's kind of what I'm hinting at: love towards detail. Of course it wouldn't be out of line for the props guys to know someone from the british army, and there's also the trouble of doctors being listed as non-combatants, but I'm guessing it was deliberate.

Might involve scars or bruises. I don't know. Are cutie marks really necessary? I find them kind of pointless. Sometimes I wish I could be reduced to an essence, but, regrettably, I can't think of anything. I *am* nothing.

I like the spirit of this thread. Today I learned that (BBC) Dr. Watson's sidearm is actually an army issue SIG Sauer P226 (which is issued to british troops in afghanistan). The more you know.jpg @, Heyyy.... you too are a candidate for Tor Norretrander's User Illusion. The mechanics of information processing gets special attention in this book. Amazon it baby

If the change happens instantly, then obviously an elephant. They'll never know what just sent them to kingdom come, because I transformed back instantly. I'd be virtually unstoppable. It'd be like... that guy from naruto who can just shockwave people (or pull them) at his whim. It's an antisocial skill to have, but a useful skill no less.

I had them preemptively removed all at once. Which means 9 (4x2 +1) shots, some drilling as well, and nasty sounds and a little pressure. The removal went okay I think, but what followed was 12 hours of painful, bloody hell. My medication was weak, I didn't get sewed up properly; I tried to go to sleep at the 8 hour mark, but I vomited up the blood I swallowed and my bed looked like bloody murder. And then I endured another 4 hours. I think I bled about 1.5 liters, if I sum up the coffee mugs I filled. The bad thing about my wisdom teeth was that they didn't really emerge, because they were doing a 90° battering ram kind of maneuver. For a while I had immaculate, perfect teeth, after years of wearing braces. The wisdom teeth reversed that repair partially, making my incisors go criss-cross or displace them slightly. So.. obviously that means there is more room, because the rest of your teeth are now sharing less space. Try to check if any of the sort happened. It doesn't have to.

Well, let's just say that bad policework has a way of publicizing itself.

As much as I'm a fort and mansion enthusiast, I cannot suspend screed heating and galaxy granite tiles, and waxed parquet for sock sliding. Basically, everything should be quaint and familiar. And animal friendly, and secure. Which means I probably have to move the claymores somewhere out of reach.

So, guilty pleasures? Oh, I know. Hardstyle music.