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Randimaxis

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  1. ... lurk, lurk, lurk... *puts out @Mesme Rize bait* ... lurk, lurk, lurk...

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    1. CinnamonPop
    2. Duality

      Duality

      agh such a tiny sneksnoot ;-;

  2. Pleasant fetal transmogrification day, good sir.

    NONE of this would have been possible without you.

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    1. Twilight Sparkle ✨

      Twilight Sparkle ✨

      Kurtiss deserves credit for cofounding this, too. Thanks!

  3. The heart of a dragon. With cheese sauce. Muenster cheese, of course.
  4. ... lurk, lurk, lurk... *looks around, sighs softly, leaves a gigantic yarn-flavored cookie* ...

    ...

    ... *wipes away a tear* ...

    ...

    ... lurk, lurk, lurk... 

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    2. Widdershins

      Widdershins

      How does one flavor with yarn? What's wit' all da lurkin'? How, indeed, is "Soon" quantified by whit of definition? What is Confucianism? An established train of thought, or the lack thereof that lies defined by its own derailment? And what deception? That would imply I had active involvement in the things I involved myself in!

       Never did say I was never the place I wasn't! Who says I'm not still in the places I once were or gone in the places I am? Who wants yet another oc monster species!??!

    3. Duality
    4. Widdershins

      Widdershins

      Well, I've got this idea for an entirely spherical species of armored beasts... half inspired by a "pet" of Widdershins's ..and the mental image of them fighting each other the only way they can... by stacking ontop of each other.

       Then there's an entire new Pokemon region complete with several evolutionary lines of my own pokemon... more OCs... Huh, maybe I get more creative when I'm stressed...

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    *rimshot*

    1. Blitz Boom

      Blitz Boom

      *slow claps and sighs at the dad joke of the year.*

      Well played.

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    One heckuva gathering, right?

    Can anyone (besides myself, of course) name them all?

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    2. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      True.  Fair.

       

    3. Blitz Boom

      Blitz Boom

      The guy on the far right seems familiar somehow, but I have no idea. I love his hair though.

  7. Pleasant fetal transmogrification day!

    1. Princes  Cadance

      Princes Cadance

      Ahaha thanks!!! ^_^

  8. Pleasant fetal transmogrification day!

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    1. The_Gobo

      The_Gobo

      Okay ... this one I don't get ^^;

      Even sounding it out doesn't make sense to me T3T

       

    2. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      Try thinking of it as "charm, and her"...

    3. The_Gobo

      The_Gobo

      Ahhhh

      Gotcha lol

       

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    2. Caligula

      Caligula

      I still don't get it ._.

    3. The_Gobo

      The_Gobo

      @Caligula sound it out, but with the pokemon's name in there o3o

       

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    1. The_Gobo

      The_Gobo

      omg this is brilliant :D
      I love it!
       

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    "We're flyin', not walking... on featherless wings... we can hold on to love, like invisible strings."

    - Gonzo

  13. Pleasant fetal transmogrification to you!

    Or, to be more metal:

    VICTORIOUS BLOODY FETAL PRISON ESCAPE DAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!

    1. Denim&Venöm

      Denim&Venöm

      Thanks bruh! 

      \M/

       

  14. Pleasant fetal transmogrification day.

    May all your stars twinkle with wonder, and may those lights never fade.

  15. I disagree. Respecting yourself is realizing you have power at all. Knowing you have the ability to accomplish things both grand and terrible simply means you can interact with the world around you, which can easily be accomplished through accepting what our senses tell us. Respect isn't thinking 'with great power, yada yada yada'... respect is being awed and humbled simply by the fact you exist - that EVERYONE exists. Respect isn't fear - and what you describe there comes off (to me) as self-respect through self-fear... and that never works out well. Fear of bringing undue harm upon another, hence the want to respect what you're capable of? That, to me, is a recipe for Ego Trip Cake. It would be far too easy for that mindset to devolve into, say, one more like a dictator who thinks they're benevolent... yet they really rule by stalking the streets, flexing and looking intimidating. 'Don't approach me, because I could hurt you badly.' It's an anime trope to think that holding oneself in check is some sort of noble intention. But the truth of the matter is that, instead of thinking of oneself as a potential threat to everyone else, it's more a measure of self-respect to try to picture one as moving through a world FULL of potentially harmful individuals, and seeing yourself among them rather than what kinda feels like putting oneself above others in that way. Train the mind to see EVERYONE as having the power to harm - and accept that you belong among them. *laughter* Accountants aren't innocent; you can't fool me. Music? Might be romanticizing it a tad, there... but waves? I can see that. A wave, in and of itself, constitutes motion, which indicates energy (kinetic, I think). Energy, in whatever form, is what fills the universe... and, as motion cannot exist without the energy to at least initiate it, and waves denote that there is motion/momentum from SOMEwhere, technically I feel it would be more accurate to say that waves demonstrate the power present in the universe. Or, the ocean isn't made up of JUST water - but water is obviously a part of the ocean, as a wet shirt demonstrates. The waves represent the energy available, capable to be had, in this universe. Music might be wonderful, but they're just what our minds interpret as sound - the waves sound makes, however, go beyond what we interpret, to be used by the world around them (echoes, Doppler and such). I... apologize if I lost anyone... and, if what I said above makes no sense, then maybe I'M the one who's lost? Face masks - like surgical masks, but not disposable. It's one thing to want to prevent the spead of disease... but to me, it's totally another when you wear the things as a fashion statement. I mean, not that they don't look nifty sometimes, granted... but it's weird how much of a fad it IS. Because the road had crossed it first; turnabout is fair play, motherclucker. ... lying, backstabbing BASTARD of a road... A derby! Not a trilby, or a fedora (though both are cool, to be sure)... a trim little derby hat has always been one of my favorite things to put on my naturally-occurring personal hat rack. Enough to fill a shotglass, if smelted down to liquid form. ... ... ... WHAAAAAAT!? Don't stare at me in that tone of voice! It's an educated guess, alright? Eeyup. My first day on the forums, I asked around about finding a moving picture-thingy for my avi, and they directed me to an archive of little gifs. The eye spoke to me instantly, and it's been mine ever since (holidays notwithstanding).
  16. Journée agréable de transmogrification fœtale!

    (Or 'Pleasant Fetal Transmogrification Day!')

  17. Randimaxis

    Cages

    All of us have a cage. It's a cage we build for ourselves, over time. We build it originally as a safeguard to contain our inner beasts, and the bars are forged from the lessons we learn about acceptability and fitting into the world around us. This is when the cage contains things like stealing, killing, harming and such; they're things we're taught not to do, so we cage them up using the bars forged from the earliest lessons impressed upon us. However, as we grow older, we begin to learn more about the world around us... and, because of such, we have to learn more ways we should curtail our thoughts and behaviors. This is when we add things to the cage like lying, cheating, greed, bullying and the like; we grow from children into adulthood while assimilating all this data about behavior and what is expected of us. This is also where we begin to have things placed in that cage that we don't want to be in it; we can't party all night, because we have school; we can't talk back to our authority figures, because they control everything; we can't live on junk food & video games, because it isn't healthy for us. Granted, some of us indulge in these things anyway - but we're taught NOT to by the rest of the world. So, into the cage they go. Then, as we trek through adulthood, we begin to discover that society is much more than we ever realized as kids, and we now want to be a part of it in some way, whether to go into it in person or bring it to us via the Internet. So, we feel we have to adopt certain ways of acting and speaking, in order to "belong" where we've found a place to fit in. That's when we add labels to our cages, and choose things to put inside like Liberal, Democrat or Republican, and we add other things like gay, straight, lesbian, transgender, bisexual or asexual to the cage, and even trivial things like skin color or author preferences to signify that we cannot even THINK that way, else we get found out and thrown out of this place we've found to "belong". By this point, our cages have grown large and complex... effectively making them self-contained labyrinths within our souls, keeping us penned in and preventing us from seeing anything but the view from between the bars. Because we also begin to lock ourselves in there, as well. When it reaches a point, you begin to feel tired. Tired of trying, tired of talking, tired of waiting for change, tired of being stuck in the same routine, day after day. And as you wear down, it just becomes easier to just run on auto-pilot and make it through another Tuesday at the grindstone. Or it just becomes easier to give up. Or it just becomes easier to not care anymore. Whatever the reason, you begin to find more and more reasons to cage up your own words because you feel they might offend... and you no longer have the will nor strength to fight back. Because you're so damned tired of doing it again and again. Those are the moments to remain vigilant of, my friends; they're the things that cage up who you are. It is vitally important to keep a steady guard up against falling victim to apathy and becoming jaded, because that's when you lose the key, and wrap yourself in angst and misery because you've grown bitter at all the bars in your cage, unable to see more than a pinprick of light at any given time. At best. Don't try to claim you have no cage; you do, whether you like it or not. It's there, and YOU built it from whatever you picked up from school, friends and family. It may be huge, small, thin, thick, anything - but you have one, regardless. Self-reflection and self-acceptance can do well here, as they aren't exactly cages as much as they are concepts of ways to monitor & learn oneself with minimal restrictions. After all, if you know yourself well, you should understand why you react as you do and work towards reaching an understanding of who you truly are within your own mind. From there, you don't break the cage - NEVER break it - but you learn to allow the bars to soften, with work and patience, into strips of cloth you may then use to stitch together a suitable outcome that has you neither denying your flaws OR your strengths. Make the cage into a cloak of personal harmony; work with challenges, not restrictions. Don't see failure, see chances to learn. Don't lock yourself away because you feel as though you're stifled from all directions... Be your own key. You'll always have a cage... you just don't always have to be in it.
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    2. HellsWriter

      HellsWriter

      Never mind I read it and I love it.

    3. The_Gobo

      The_Gobo

      That's outstanding XD

      NEIGHBOR RANDI
      HOW ARE YOU TODAY
      lmao

       

    4. Randimaxis

      Randimaxis

      Doing well, Slime Guy.

  18. Honestly, if you want a movie that truly is 'progressive', then it should have NOTHING to do with race at all. It should be judged on it's merits as a movie - not a racial presentation. Equality means NO ONE should have any advantage or detriment on each other. Period.
  19. "Sometimes, you eat the mountain lion... sometimes, you get covered in shit." - Saints Row 2 "It's my way of saying, 'I'm sorry I twisted your DNA like a kitten with a ball of yarn'!'" - Fallout 3 "BIG MONEYYYY! BIG PRIZESSS! I LOVE IT!" - Smash TV "... I'll just call you MID-BOSS!" - Disgaea "A man chooses... a slave obeys." - Bioshock "WHO DO YOU VOODOO, BITCH!?" - Dead Island "'Wait', he says... DO I LOOK LIKE A WAITER?" - Final Fantasy 3 (6)
  20. The concept of wearing suspenders was originally of two reasons:to circumvent the idea of paying a tailor to have one's pants taken in... and to hold those said same pants up. However, as they do have a rather nifty look, they have been adopted by fashion - which was done due to a particular pair sported by an alien named Mork - and are now more commonplace today. Worn by jazz enthusiasts, Big Business tycoons and anyone who's lost a considerable amount of weight. Of course, if Adam and Eve hadn't bitten that apple, then we wouldn't have to worry about 'em in the first place. Mostly because, y'know... we wouldn't exist. There was a point when I was about fifteen, when a friend and I were feeling... mischievous. The two of us had discovered a construction site that was fairly well abandoned, and it happened to be next to a local highway. As it were, we'd been all over the site for the past few hours, and my friend decided we needed some mischief in our lives... so we should throw rocks at the cars that came down the highway, from the safety of the upper floor of the unfinished construction. Myself, being of only slightly sounder mind, said that rocks would be too dangerous... but, on the other side of the construction site, there was a large dirt hill, filled with what I called 'dirt rocks', which were only thumb-sized clumps of dried mud that broke apart into dry dirt when you threw 'em at the ground, making small dirt clouds. I suggested we use dirt rocks instead of REAL rocks, as the genuine article would do damage. He grumbled, but complied. We grabbed what must have been close to two hundred little dirt rocks and brought them up the kinda-half-finished stairs and proceeded to toss them (underhanded) at passing vehicles. It was funny to see cars swerve when a rock just explodes into powder on their windscreen... until one car stopped with a short squeal of tires. My friend and I had never run so fast in all our lives. Starting the very next day, there were security guards there from that day forward. So... I'd say about two beach buckets worth of dirt, clumped as rocks, in the pocket made by holding them within my shirt front by making a pouch. Chess. I say this because my wife's parents were BOTH chess champion-level players... and she's no different. We used to play... Notice the tense of the above sentence. I don't mind her playing it herself... but I would rather not indulge in playing against her, as I'm about as savvy a chess player as a chicken with one eye, one leg and a head cold... though I DID take her father's queen once, simply because I play in no set pattern. So there. Music. The world has many, many things to offer any given individual. Tons of ways to enjoy oneself & the world around you. There could be a never-ending supply of stuff to occupy yourself with, if you have the time and resources. However... to me, there is nothing as sweet to the soul as listening to the music of humanity. I enjoy a bit of everything - which a lot of folks SAY... but actually rarely MEAN. I also am one of those folks who honestly thinks that EVERY LAST SONG should tell a story; even music without lyrics tells a tale, and I am an absolute sucker for good stories! No matter the genre, from opera to dubstep, music can soothe the savage heart, bring multitudes to tears, and lift a spirit into the heights of elation. Better than any drug. More available than any medicine. More plentiful than human beings usually realize. Music is the sound our souls would make, if they could sing. ... ... ... sorry, I reeeeeeally like music!
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