Why Do I Like I.M. Meen???So I've been using I.M. Meen in my videos for half a year now, and I suppose you're wondering why I'm doing it in the first place... Well, I have a lot of reasons why, and I'm going to be completely honest here as to why I love this character. But first, a little backstory...Why Do I Like I.M. Meen???5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Back when I was still a YTP novice, I was browsing through YouTube and one particular video caught my eye. This video was called "The result of I.M. Meen's workout video", and from what I could tell by the thumbnail, it was supposedly a Pokémon YTP with Ash and Chikorita in it. I couldn't just ignore it, so I clicked on the video and started watching it. I was immediately shown a sped-up clip of I.M. Meen's weird dance segment, and I completely LOST IT. This was before I even knew who this character was, so I had never been exposed to such hilarity before. I kept watching and, sure enough, it was a Pokémon YTP all right, with a few I.M. Meen parts thrown in. I watched these parts with great interest, bec
CAMIEONames have been changed to protect the users who took part in this conversation.CAMIEO6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That probably willn't stop you.
I'll continue. So I was in there continuing a discussion with them [DarkNexus] about an "AI" I talked to that was pretty advanced a while back; named Marquee.
But was it an AI, or a human loling at you?
I believed it to be something like that. One of the users was talking about the "make your own AI engine" on sourgeAI. One of the users pointed to the fact that on a hashed .onion directory there was a java database pinned to it.
Make your own AI?
AI chatbot, but yeah.
But we have AI chatbots. Cleverbot etc... What made this on so WRUGOEBHOHIGNRW amazing?
We were talking about the java database and someone wrote a java applet through .onion "quickly" to connect to this database. Turned out that the second he posted the applet, the channel got really quiet, and 5 minutes later, the server ghost booted like 25 of the users.
I'm not sure if it was related. The only people left o
October 15th, 2014.the boy with the shaggy hair & bright eyes & hands dirty from days, no years, tending the earth tells me "I'm homeless & I hang out with crack heads".October 15th, 2014.6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it is our first date & I'm biting back my laughter thinking "what is my life?" & then I'm thinking "what is his life?" & then I'm thinking "poor kid."
he's wearing his friend's pants & the same shirt I met him in with the pocket holding on with all its flimsy might. & there are his beautiful fingers, aching to touch anything & an hour before I was aching to touch them, too.
& he's telling me how those drugs made him a superhuman, how he could do anything, chat up hot babes, anything. & I'm thinking "is that how he met me?" & I'm thinking "I've got too much baggage already" & I'm thinking about where his mouth has been & I'm thinking about the doctor, the one who doesn't really see me, the one who lets me stand in for his lost love, a warm body. & shouldn't I be tired of being another warm body? & don't I need a warm body too?
he tells me
FishpondSometimes you have small fish in a big pond, or big fish in a small pond. But in this course, those distinctions do not exist. We are all relatively sized puffer fish in a small space of water. No one of us is bigger than the other. Some days one of us may be blown up larger than usual when another feels deflated. And in those times, we use whatever air we have to increase the size of the other. In this small area, there is high congestion, and sometimes it seems there is not spacious room for so many of us to be so inflated. But the extent of love and support is not bound by dimensions of space, hinderences of the ego or distinctions of proverbial idioms. Whatever our size, and whatever our location, friendship and goodness reinstate the fact that we are capable of so much.Fishpond1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That Creeping FeelingWhile I am spiritual and curious about the hereafter, I don’t believe every ghost story I hear. I have never seen an entity or experienced any kind of poltergeist activity. I’ve had what I can only describe as “that creeping feeling”. You don’t always have a sighting. Sometimes, what you have is a sensation. This feeling can be triggered by environmental factors; but it’s when they occur in places without loose wiring, gas leaks, or other probable causes (not to mention safety hazards!) that such accounts become more interesting. I am including here three different instances: in which I have felt something, perceived someone else with me, and finally witnessed something unexplained with my own eyes.That Creeping Feeling1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is a really cool mansion in Massachusetts (now a museum) known as Hammond Castle. It was the home of inventor John Hammond and his wife – for whom he modeled it after a medieval castle. Among thei
~The girl whose heart grew infected~There was a young girl, who was always happy. She had everything she could possibly want. It started when her baby brother was born. Her parents forgot about her. Completely. She cried every night. She sliced her hair, to look like a boy. Everyone called her "Whore." She started cutting, to feel human. A day later, her boyfriend saw her wrists. Scarred. He kissed her wrists saying, "You don't deserve to be that way. Youre beautiful." It made her smile. Later in the week, she broke down. She hung herself in her closet, which her boyfriend saw. He cut the object that was tied around her neck. He was crying, and rushed her to the hospital. She got 13 stitches, which got a little infected. Her boyfriend worried, and watched over her from now on.~The girl whose heart grew infected~1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He's my guardian. I love him.
SpiderwebAt the ceiling a spider slowly spins its web. I like to observe them when they laboriously link individual threads. Sometimes it takes them less time, sometimes all day. And every time they put everything that they know in the act of creation. The end result is very often beautiful.Spiderweb1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And often there's someone who, looking with crooked eye on the newly spun cobwebs, destroys it, leaving it tore down. Only fragments remain, or just nothing. But spider is going back and spins its web again, if not in this place, then in another.
I sit and watch this particular spider, which is precisely in the middle of its work. This spider came back several times already. How easy it's to destroy something that is being built for so long. Sometimes, by the actions of others, as in the case of my spider, sometimes alone. It's difficult to create, easier to destroy. But you can't fall to the ground, claiming that it's not worth to rise. You always have to find the strength to rebuild the world.
I am the sp
So here's the thingI really think you are a beautiful human being, and nothing’s going to change my mind about that no matter what you do. Perhaps I say that often to you, but it is true. Some say that this love is the love that blinds me, but I say that it is a love that opens my eyes to a whole new world of life…a better world.So here's the thing1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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Как написал бы Киплинг, слушай, мой милый мальчик, слушай хорошенько и запоминай. Когда Земля была еще совсем-совсем новая...
В одном небольшом селении жила де
Tickle CampSo a couple weekends ago the temple but I work as a volunteer for was going on a retreat. It's basically a two day camp thing. We get students from our temple and a few tables from around the area and we all go spend a weekend together. So I was volunteering to be one of the "counselors".Tickle Camp1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After a long and drawn out two hour bus ride with a bunch of overly energized 13 and 14-year-olds, we made it to the camp. It was after we got to the camp but I found out that the cabin that I would be in charge of was going to be a boy cabin. (Some guys do end up in girl cabins). Anyway, I met up with the five boys in that would be under my "command". Their names were: Eric, Danny, Josh, Zack, and Alex. They were all 14 except for Danny who is 13. After meeting up we headed to the cabin and set everything up. And after that the Camp manager told us that the original evening plans we're going to be canceled because of weather issues. So instead I sat the five boys down and we all got to know each othe
TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After being rejected by the Jedi council for apparently being to old to start Jedi padawan training, Anakin was sitting in his room alone. "Maybe Qui-Gon was wrong, I do not feel like very, chosen." Anakin said to himself. While Anakin thought about his whatever role Qui-Gon thought for him, the council had just gotten word that Queen Amidala ship had lost contact on their way to Sabu. The queen supposed to be at the top of a galactic senate. Without her there however, the other races would be in a frenzy and it could spark an uproar. With no other choice, the council came to there only conclusion until they are able to make contact with the queens missing ship.
A few days later, Anakin was called up by the council for a 'special' predicament. Thinking they were going to finally make him Obi-Wans padawan, he went with them to a secret room. "Anakin, listen to me very carefully, this is most important." Obi-Wan said kneeling down. "Your training will have to be put on hold for a while,
Decatur Is Why am I a writer again?Decatur Is1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I generally don’t like people all that much. Observing people only makes me cynical. Or maybe being cynical made me stop watching people. People watching is hard.
I try to not listen, but voices seep through anyway. At Starbucks, I watch Decatur, but with anxiety. I look back at the computer, but I hear the door open again. Head up. Down. Up. Down. I need to be working – I don’t want to listen – so I try to not pay attention. But I do.
young children tugged through Starbucks by a caffeinated, worn-out but impeccable mother,
--She’s in a hurry, so her wallet is out and her child promptly demands something unintelligible. I pray it’s not a coffee drink.
young boys and girls in YMCA soccer uniforms,
Stroller Valley and the babies come parading in th
Knee-jerk rants: The Stanley Parable (Spoilers)This is a game that was and still is considered a work of art. I don't think it's 'art.' The notion of games being art is a common thing, but the main aspect of games are the gameplay; the interactivity, a product of coding. Perhaps that programming in and of itself is an art, but a game then is merely a composition of multiple art pieces rather than art itself. Sort of like a Voltron of art: the visuals, the sound, the narrative and the gameplay, all individually art, but together form a collaboration that presents an experience held up by an amalgamation of each part. Is the amalgamation of art, art? I suppose it must be. I can't really consider it art as much as any other work, really. It's made to entertain more than to convey a message.Knee-jerk rants: The Stanley Parable (Spoilers)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ok, enough pretentiousness, time for business.
The Stanley Parable was a game I puchased and played to oblivion some time ago (last year, if my memory still works), and stumbling upon some youtube vid
Switch the teacherSwitch the teacher1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In the changeling kingdom, in queen Chrysalis's castle halls. One changeling was nervously pacing through. His name was Symmetry and he was about to start getting taught on how to be a good soilder. Unfortunately, he couldn't get the bad rumours about his teacher out of his head:
"Switch's legs creep me out!"
"Why does he have to be so angry all the time."
"I heard he had a revenge match with a pony, and he used princess Twilight as a hostage. He really knows how to hold a grudge. Can't he just let it go?"
"Do you think he has a disorder? No offense."
But then he thought:"Clear your head, Symmetry. You're gonna get your own opinion about the guy. Get those thoughts out of your head!"
He got to the castle gym and thought:"Yes, the schedule said I have to meet him at 6 o'clock in the castle gym. He entered and saw Switch. He looked a little weird, but kind of underwhelming. The only thing different was that he had no holes in his legs. Switch said:"Oh good, you're here on time. We can ge
First MovementI spent the last day of summer with Anya at her house, lounging while watching some movies, which we mostly ignored because we were too busy talking.First Movement1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We were in a moment of silence when she expression on her face went from a calm smile to a contemplative frown.
“What’s up?” I asked, immediately cautious. She just blinked, then looked down at her stomach, which was really starting to show, and let go of my hand to lay hers on the small bump.
“Hey!” I persisted. Finally she glanced up at me. Now she was in slight awe.
“I think…” Anya took in a deep breath and looked down again.
“I think I can feel it moving.”
“…oh.” Likewise I stared at where her hand rested.
“What’s it feel like?” I questioned.
She shrugged, lips pursed as she thought it over.
“I guess it’s like this bubble rolling around that doesn’t pop but eventually goes away.”
She blinked a
The Struggles of Having a Religious Family I grit my teeth as they say the prayer at the dinner table. Just stare at the wall or something, they won’t notice. I have to say to myself. I have to pretend. I have to lie. I don’t want to, no, but what am I supposed to do? Tell them I’m atheist? They won’t love me anymore. They'll kick me out. I'll be a disgrace to them because I believe there is no Jesus, no God. I believe the big bang happened. Is that so wrong? My great grandmother once said:The Struggles of Having a Religious Family1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
‘…and you love Jesus, and that makes ALL the difference.’
All the difference…I hear that in my head a lot. Other than uncles and aunts I have no family that will ever understand me or what I believe. I believe science. I believe logic and I believe facts...
Un dia en el busEra un día lluvioso el chico andaba deprisa, como quien huye de un mal día aun sabiendo que este no puede mejorar, intente igualar su rítmo ya que sino corria el riesgo de quedarme sin el último bus del día. Cuando llegue a la parada el bus se abalanzó sobre nosotros cómo una bestia parda hasta qué, malamente, aparcó; habiendonos calado los bajos del los pantalones a mi y al joven, a lo que él, con distingción, gracia y elegencia, respondió:Un dia en el bus1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 4Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 41 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Rioku looks at Clefable, both scared and curious about the enemy team. "So, who is this team? And why are they helping Scyther?"
Clefable gets up with a nervous look on his face. He walks towards the window behind him. "Thats the thing… I don't know. I don't know why they want to help him, or how they even know him. But others are saying that he's the one leading the team."
Derrek gets up and transforms into a growlithe. "No worries Guild Master, we'll take care of him and make sure we get him back in prison!"
"Good, I want you guys to bring him back today. You will be rewarded for your actions when you three succeed in your mission. Best of luck to you guys." Clefable said.
As the team leaves the building, Rioku is following Lynda and Derrek, but he is looking down and seems nervous. Derrek turns to him worried if he's afraid or something. "Hey Rioku, you okay bro?"
Rioku looks at Derrek still nervous. "I don't know, its
HalloweenHalloweenHalloween1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It had been an unusually hot Halloween day.
The haunting fun atmosphere spread throughout the little town of Catille.
It was early evening, the sun was setting turning the blue sky into a nice burnt orange colour. Trick or treaters had begun to enter the street as a short haired girl dressed in a short sleeved purple crop top and denim shorts.
She entered a large grey house that sat at the end of the a cul-de-sac. She slipped of her black sandals and walked upstairs yawning as she did.
The old wooden floorboards creaked as she put her weight on them. Outside the full moon had begun to rise up into the black sky and as it’s light shone through the window and eerie feeling passed over the girl and that’s when it began.
The girl, Cerys, only 17 felt every bone in her body ache and her pain sense went into overload.
You see every Halloween, a young girl aged between 14 and 18 would vanish without warning or trace and this is just one of those stories.
My Winter of SummersI love Winter and Fall, the cold days, afternoons, and nights. It's the only time I'm able to walk threw the woods, and when it starts to fade to the hot days. I dread it, it's always sadness for me. While It may seem like everything is dying, it's just asleep. A peaceful time, such little color, but you always see things you never see in the Summer. Life frozen in ice, shining deep within waiting for brake free.My Winter of Summers1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Keeping windows open cooling the house, hearing the birds head South. The tingling feeling in your feet when you haven't moved in a while. Getting warm by a fire, sliding on ice, and praying it snows. Watching the leaves change color and fall. Icy winds blowing around and threw your hair. Pulling out the forgotten jackets and boots, while I pull out shorts and tank-tops. Curling up in bed at night spending hours talking to friends on chatzy and skype.
Fingers flying over the key bored, coming up with new fanfictions, drawings, and so much more. Time slows, and your able to jus