The I can't remember what I was Complaining About Complaint Thread
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+1 - that was good. I had briefly contemplated coming up with the background but you, sir, have exceeded my very simple concept. I bow before your scholarly discourse on the history of our new Roman God.
thank you :) I am pleased you both enjoyed it!!
quick! someone create a Wikipedia page and we'll have school-kids around the world doing reports on him by week's end! :cheese:
Can't stay awake. off to bed. Night all.
'night!!
... hey, maybe tomorrow you can do another image for our shared mythology! Something in a classic style with a title like, "The Claiming Of Eula" or "The Passion of Yawnulus" %-P
of course the challenge would be to somehow capture their simultaneous action/'passion' with their vague disappointment and disinterest!!
sorry - still giggling a bit at it all... that came out surprisingly well!
...bugger, stupid reminder bots flaked out once again. Over two years since the changeover and still this kind of rubbish occurs.
When is the supposedly "new" site going online? I've heard about it for months and months now.
Life sux: That's all, things go wrong at the weirdest times in life. I'm still healthy as far as I know but daily home life was just a bucket of dung today, with a side order it heap more on him, lets see how much it takes to break him. Turns out it was not that much...
...looks like some of that weather is heading my way for the weekend and early next week.
...sweet, All you need for the keyboard is to have it echo different meows back when a key is pressed.
That's horrible!
Dana
Food for every day :lol:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_food_days
...well, will definitely have to celebrate International Beer Day and Bacon Day (which actually falls on August 30th as that is the Saturday before Labour Day).
...and shouldn't National Bicarbonate of Soda Day be Jan1st not Dec 30th?
LOLLOLOLOLOLO!!
(luckily I saved before attempting to post this, since the forum 'ate' it when I hit post!)
patron god of boredom and scourge of children everywhere!
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Great story! I loved it! I laughed! I could see this as one of those odd episodes of Hercules! :lol: :lol: :lol:
Dana
ach! sorry to hear, dude - hopefully nothing was said that won't be forgiven!
... Monday *does* seem to always 'be there' for us, doesn't it? Always willing to go that extra mile...
I knew this guy back in college.. I *think* he was a nice guy (it really seemed he was trying), but it was hard to tell; I had never met anyone with *NEGATIVE* social skills up until then! And I don't mean 'bad timing' or 'says the wrong thing' negative either... I mean *NEGATIVE*. The opposite of positive instead of just a void (zero). I mean "could really irritate you almost to the point of violence by smiling" negative - and not because he was being a jerk or anything. Until I met him, it never made sense to me why, in the 1st Edition D&D and AD&D characters with a low enough charisma could only choose Assassin as a class!!! Most of our gaming group really couldn't stand him.. yet we all put up with him because we (mostly) realized it wasn't his fault - he wasn't TRYING to be that way or anything... he really couldn't help it (and it wasn't just a particular thing about him or even group of mannerisms... it was pretty much everything). My wife (fiancé at the time) despised him to epic levels... and what little social awareness he DID have seemed to sense this, and it puzzled him - so he always went out of his way to be nice to her to win her over! :bug:
Needless to say, this 'endeared' him to her even more (if that is possible). To the point that, years later (and long after we had moved and lost touch with him), one day she came in from work in a foul mood. I asked if she was ok.. she said yes. I asked if something had happened at work... she said work was fine. So (carefully) I asked what was wrong; she looked at me with this odd expression and said, "I happened to think about college this afternoon and remembered ... and the knowledge that he is somewhere - breathing - pi**es me off!"
Needless to say, this was disconcerting to both of us, as my wife is not an especially violent or angry person - quite the opposite and doesn't hold a grudge either. He just inspired people that way...
Why do I bring this up? Because, well, Mondays are like that sometimes... perhaps is a patron (certainly not 'saint') of Mondays? If not, certainly an inspiration and goal for whatever is! :)
Hope things get better for ya!
Bravo! (^/\^) (@ the Bard Gecko for enlightening us regarding a lesser known member of the Graeco-Roman pantheon). Definitely worthy of an entry in wikipedia, along with illustrations :D. And yeah... Mondays. (-_-).
@Fyre re how to represent a looping slideshow in a static image - you could use a GIF (but then I guess it wouldn't _reeeeeally_ be static)... or maybe speed lines... hm... but then maybe they'd be speed loops? speed spirals? X).
LOLLOLOLOLOLO!!
(luckily I saved before attempting to post this, since the forum 'ate' it when I hit post!)
patron god of boredom and scourge of children everywhere!
"I'm bored (sigh)....", the child whined grumpily, clumping into the room drawn by the silent rhythm of Yawnulus' unseen #2 Stylus beating against the table.
...a most scholarly work indeed.
Now all we need is an image of the Great Bored One.
LOLLOLOLOLOLO!!
(luckily I saved before attempting to post this, since the forum 'ate' it when I hit post!)
patron god of boredom and scourge of children everywhere!
"I'm bored (sigh)....", the child whined grumpily, clumping into the room drawn by the silent rhythm of Yawnulus' unseen #2 Stylus beating against the table.
...a most scholarly work indeed.
Now all we need is an image of the Great Bored One.
From the Cthulhu pantheon? o.o... are you sure our Sanity will be able to handle it? X)
HAIL YAWNULUS!
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I'm stupid, posted wrong linkie... :red: :red:
https://soundcloud.com/synthetic_aurality/nviatwas-wip-2
Echoing awesome thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks....... :)
ps is skinny puppy you as well?
I am definitely NOT Skinny Puppy! They are an influence, though.. :red:
2 snooze alarm this morning :shut: shoulda been walking to the bus 10 minutes ago. buk buk biggAK
starting a new package of socks :) fresh new socks. snooze,snooze
LOLLOLOLOLOLO!!
(luckily I saved before attempting to post this, since the forum 'ate' it when I hit post!)
patron god of boredom and scourge of children everywhere!
"I'm bored (sigh)....", the child whined grumpily, clumping into the room drawn by the silent rhythm of Yawnulus' unseen #2 Stylus beating against the table.
Under her breath the mother whispered thanks to the insidious god for drawing her offspring from his hiding place. Then, aloud the mother replied with beaming satisfaction, "Great! I have some additional chores that will keep you occupied!"
also referred to as either the Lord of Mediocrity or Spirit of Ennui, Yawnulus' was rather unique in that he didn't have holy days or feasts in his honor - preferring to (quietly) crash the festivities of other gods and absorb their vigor and the feasts of their flavor. While this made him *extremely* unpopular amongst most of the pantheon (and even those of neighboring Persia and Egypt where he would often 'attend' uninvited as well), no god could ever gather enough interest to actively oppose or attack him (a fact which enraged Mars to unparalleled heights - when Yawnulus wasn't nearby - and is speculated as to what eventually drove Mars mad). So great was the effects of Yawnulus' power that it eventually brought an end to worship of the entire pantheon (and surrounding ones) as people slowly came to just not give a **** - in fact several scholars speculate that Yawnulus was actually one of the original Titans that Saturn / Zeus and the gods just never got around to overthrowing and imprisoning. Sadly, the effects of Yawnulus' power largely kept scribes, poets, and writers of the period from bothering to record his tales, information or even presence and so left the god largely unknown in later ages except for a few extremely pedant (and anal) scholars.
As with many Roman/Greek gods, Yanulus had an 'interesting' family life (though his was a bit more odd than most. Husband to Vesta (Hestia in Greek), Zues' virgin sister with no real personality, Yawnulus is unique in that he never strayed or dallied with human women (apparently he just wasn't interested) after their marriage (rumors were that it was arranged as neither ever showed any particular passion or even affection for the other). Together they were the parents of Somnus (Hypnus in Greek) the god of sleep and Aergia the goddess of sloth and laziness (so much so she never even put forth the effort to have a separate name in Greek and Roman cultures), patron goddess of bureaucracies, and reputed origin of the phrase, "Eh... close enough..." Interestingly, Vesta was still considered a virgin AFTER the birth of the children - which was about the ONLY thing interesting about her to be honest - but apparently one of the benefits to being a goddess was skipping childbirth... and the preceding sex also apparently!
Before the marriage Yawnulus actually did manage to sire one demigod son with a human woman, Eula (a woman traveling from the 'far North' - indeed the name is apparently a derivative of one common in early Germanic tribes). A daughter of a wealthy man, Eula was traveling South towards a last ditch arranged marriage when her complete lack of interest in pretty much everything attracted Yawnulus' attention like a magnet. The poet Aeschylus (524-455BC) recorded the events in his largely ignored first tragedy, "Truths Found in Young Wine":
Suddenly struck by the new and unknown feelings of curiosity and ardor, Yawnulus assumed the guise of the youngest and plainest of the caravan guards and approached the young Eula as she sat idly picking her nose and gazing off into the distance. Long he stood, gazing at her unremarkable figure, his eyes roving hungrily over her small and uneven breasts as they hung shapelessly beneath the gray, soiled traveler's smock and her flabby limbs sprawled awkwardly revealing their pale, blue-veined skin as she sat against the fallen tree in the gray overcast of the afternoon. Finally noticing his gaze, the young Eula's finger paused in its questing of her left nostril, and her pale brown eyes looked up at him like the tepid waters of a roadside ditch for lingering moment, then she quietly grunted and looked back toward the horizon while her finger resumed its tunneling and she broke wind in complete uncaring at his presence. His passion completely inflamed for the first and only time in his existence, Yawnulus immediately realized he *must* have this drab maid, and thus repressed his divine nature so completely even he forgot his godhood for a while, then asked her that most ancient question, "Um... ah.. you want to?" and eyed the nearby bushes meaningfully. Eula's eyes languidly looked back to his unassuming assumed form and a small grimace crossed her face. Looking down and pulling forth her finger, she glumly noted the lack of success in its efforts, brushed her hand on her smock and relied that most desired of replies, a disinterested "Sure... why not." With such matchless temptation even his godlike indifference was unable to keep his modest and unimpressive 'sword' in its sheath and thus did Yawnulus take his this most un-notable of maidens in the mud of a gully along the road to Athens."
Unfortunately for Aeschylus, the audiences took his fairly accurate and flowing account as sarcasm and comedy, and not particularly good sarcasm and comedy considering they were told it was a tragedy. Thankfully he both stopped drinking 'young' wine from his day job at a vineyard and chose a different subject (and protagonist) for his next work and Aeschylus went on to become a somewhat noteworthy poet.
The child of their union (and quite the surprise to Eula's young husband coming barely 6 months after their first meeting and marriage - though since the marriage wasn't his idea either and his father was somewhat of a bully, he kept his mouth shut and ignored it and his homely wife) was named Hipsteron, and became known as a skinny, effete and altogether annoying fellow who befriended and then in turn offended all he met with his aloof disdain at all things popular and feigned disinterest of what others felt important. His only real notable aspect (and indeed, why anyone recorded his existence at all) was his repeated claims of Yawnulus as his true father (as the events of his mother's roadside impregnation had been told him - by her - when he reached manhood and was whining about how boring everything was). Needless to say, most rejected his demigod status as energetically as they rejected him (usually out of a bar and into the alley, though occasionally off a nearby cliff when he was being exceptionally irritating) and indeed his father might actually have been that young, plain and disappointing caravan guard seeing as Yawnulus never corroborated the story, met Hipsteron, nor claimed him - except that Hipsteron kept *surviving* all the beatings and repeatedly being thrown off cliffs.
Yawnulus' traditional offering (for those few EXTREMELY weird people who actually WANTED his attention, and insomniacs who were trying to get him to intercede with his son on their behalf) was cold, unsalted and unsweetened gruel served in a plain wooden bowl. Those who set such out for him as they prayed invariably remarked that, after they did so and waited a while, absolutely nothing happened! So they guessed he was very pleased with the offering. Yawnulus is also noted for disliking loud, vibrant colors and fast tempo music, claiming they gave him migraines. The other gods, however, snidely said it was just because Yawnulus was so self conscious about the facts that he was so color blind he could neither appreciate the colors nor name them, and he was a truly horrible dancer. Indeed, his few attempts at dance reputedly were the only times in his 'life' that he inspired strong emotions in ANYONE - divine or mortal - and no one likes to be mocked and laughed at.
BRAVO! :cheese:
Up at 5:05AM. Heading for the bus in about 10 minutes. Need cawfee and a grilled cheese sammich, will get those at the QuickTrip near work.. yes, the place makes grilled cheese sammiches for breakfast! Going to get the bacon cheddar one, and a HUGE coffee.
Testing all day, YAWNULOS will be my companion. Snzzz, boring running regression tests. It's a 2-pot-o-coffee day! Darn YAWNULOS. :down:
Likely early to bed.. still getting used to getting up so early, but it saves me 3/4 of a mile walk and my left leg loves me for it.
In the S's on my Rendo downloads, hooray! But no armadillo.. le sigh. Must find an armadillo.
Time to go, blech. Need to play the Lotto or win big at the casino.
Okay, I read this days ago and have had a queasy stomach ever since. Bad memories of Spam on a Boy Scout camping trip when the fish weren't biting. I think I won't be right until I have some REAL bacon.
With all my vast acknowledged lack of authority in this realm, I hereby ban all future talk of Spam. Specifically, the product after which junk mail is named. The artificial meat substitute made from petroleum waste byproducts, that is.
You may go back to ignoring me now. :smirk:
There's an armadillo in Daz store, I think.
There's an armadillo in Daz store, I think.
Yes, but is rather an old model, http://www.daz3d.com/cs-armadillo
"Spam™ is the fruit of the land. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sauté it. There's, um, Spam™ kabobs, Spam™ creole, Spam™ gumbo, pan fried, deep fried, stir fried. There's pineapple Spam™ and lemon Spam™, coconut Spam™, pepper Spam™, Spam™ soup, Spam™ stew, Spam™ salad, Spam™ in potatoes, Spam™ burger, Spam™ sandwich. That's, that's about it."
You forgot Spam Fritters :roll:
(urp) ok... that's just (urp)... *wrong*!
... especially first thing in the morning!
now the leezard has a queasy tummy!
'night!!
... hey, maybe tomorrow you can do another image for our shared mythology! Something in a classic style with a title like, "The Claiming Of Eula" or "The Passion of Yawnulus" %-P
of course the challenge would be to somehow capture their simultaneous action/'passion' with their vague disappointment and disinterest!!
sorry - still giggling a bit at it all... that came out surprisingly well!
Oh, I have some ideas and I'll use that as a shield to get through today without breaking into tears.
I think it's the not knowing that's the worst thing.
ETA: also, those new pots and fruit in the store look awesome (in preview as I can't actually click on the fruit) but aren't showing new discount. Still, those will be so helpful for my stories (not the current one, of course)
Okay I'm sipping my last beer of the day, yes my days end when the sun Rises people, I keep telling you I'm a Drow, but anyway back to what I'm thinking here...
I saw this posted by Chohole, is it just me or do these things not look just like a McDonald's hash brown patty? Or for that matter most fast food place hash brown patties? Also a food best not consumed by a human as it's not really a food but the left over bits of things that did become other foods, or so they say they did anyway.
Darn grackles were tormenting my little dog. Let her out while I finish getting ready for work. Couple minutes later and start hearing loud barking. Turns out, two big, Big grackles were flapping out of the tree at her.
@Fyre, Chohole.. it's an older model but it will work. Wishlisted!
I'm going to hold off on Draggin' 3 until I have a real need. Can''t see one right now.
Still need Aiko6 and Stephie6 and all the dang Genesis2 morphs so I can make my own characters! Argh!