We Didn't Start The InternetWe Didn't Start The Internet5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Parody of Billy Joel's (highly awesome) song, "We Didn't Start The Fire"
Homestar Runner, Weebl's Stuff,
All your Base Belong to Us
YouTube Poop, Shoop Da Woop,
Hey don't Tase Me Bro!
Dramatic Chipmunk, Hampsterdance,
Cap'n Wacky, Songs to Wear Pants [to],
Rick Roll, Barrel Roll, Leave Britney Alone
Ask a Ninja, Jabo0ody Dubs,
Nintendo 64, 2 Girls 1 Cup
Awesome Plz, O RLY, Peanut Butter Jelly [time],
One Red Paperclip, What kind of Fail is This?
Pure Pwnage, Pedo Bear, Three Wolf Moon & Bel-Air
We Didn't Start The Internet
It was always messed up since the 'net was set up
We Didn't Start the Internet
It's full of memes as well as Pork & Beans!
Oscar Wilde, lolrus,
So I herd u liek mudkipz
Ninjas, Pirates, Power Thirst, AVGN
Numa Numa, Line Rider
That's No Good, Rule 34
42, Team Fortress 2, Pingas, I Like Turtles
Will it Blend, Nine Thousand,
lolwut, Jizzed in my Pants, Ridge Racer, Leekspin
Leeroy Jenkins, [Angry] German Kid, Cyanide & Happiness,
7chan, 4chan, Red Vs. Blue, Ba
Consejos para designersConsejos para designers5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
10 cosas que no te enseñan en tu escuela de diseño
El paso del mundo académico al laboral es siempre difícil, particularmente para quienes trabajamos en el campo del diseño porque nos vemos obligados a aprender las condiciones en las que se trabaja sobre la marcha.
Este post recoge 10 cosas que habitualmente no te enseñan pero deberías saber para dar el salto al mundo profesional.
1. Tu diploma no te ayuda a encontrar trabajo
Pero tu portafolio sí. Por supuesto que es bueno tener una educación en diseño y un título que lo pruebe, pero cuando se trata de obtener dinero de tus clientes ellos quieren ver de lo que eres capaz, no un diploma.
2. El buen diseño lleva tiempo, no fijar fechas límites muy ajustadas
Cuando estás en la escuela de diseño los profesores fijan las fechas de entrega de los trabajos y tratan de darte el tiempo suficiente. Tu jefe o tu cliente no serán como tu profesore
PCino: Past Tales IPCino: Past Tales I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
PCino: A Corcepala's Past Tales I
The Sentry and the Sunstone
Terru laid on his back staring at the ceiling of his hotel room. Nowadays, he would relax around the resort of PokeCino, enjoying the bar, casino, even the pool. But recently, his thoughts turned to something else or rather, someone else. He thought of his deceased father, the Golurk that was his idol growing up, Santi Corcepala, and the former CEO of Corcepala Industries before his tyrant of a stepfather took it over with an iron fist. Literally. He remembered asking his mother, Fenice Corcepala, the quiet yet tough Solrock who didn't change her last name even when she was forced to re-marry, about how those two first met. Fenice, blushing a bit whenever she heard her son ask about his father, would always clear her throat and begin her story:
It was a warm day in the always bustling streets of Castelia City in Unova, where a young Solrock with long orange hair ran amongst the bustling people, a sta
Kneph's ProflieKneph's Proflie2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Height: 5' 5"
Gijinka Height: 6' 4"
Zodiac sign: Virgo
Favorite color: Purple
Hidden Power type: Poison
Quote: "My Masters Shall win, there is nothing you can do to stop them. you will die trying, thus helping my masters cause."
Personality: Kneph is often cool headed and won't even flinch at insults aimed at it. He is Knowlageable and trustworthy. He often would Prefer a good book about history then people, aside from Dusa that is, who he is in fact quite happy to serve.
Bio: Kneph started taking interest in history before he was even a ghost. He was a Spinda at the time, and always dropped whatever was doing. In fact, it was because of his interest in history that lead to his death, when he fell off a cliff when he wasn't looking where he was going. Reborn as a Duskull, He was much more careful. And when he evolved, he took interest in a certain myth. A myth from over 1,200 years ago about a Spiritomb... he was shocked to one day encounter t
Adrian MemeAdrian Meme2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Adrian Lireal
MEANING: Dark Moon
ACTUAL AGE: 16
RESIDENCE: Purple Dorm
HOMETOWN: Oak Park,Illinois
AGE APPEARANCE: about 17
BIRTHDAY: August 17th
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Leo
ALLERGIES: seasonal allergies
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: Men
WAY OF SPEAKING: rude, sarcastic, seemingly immature/small, cheerful, ukeish
MARITAL STATUS: none
THEME SONG(S): Forget and not slow down Reliant K
ONLINE SCREENNAME: Ivory Storm
PERSONAL QUOTE: "I'm not judging you, I'm analyzing your stupidity."
HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH:messy, mid-short
EYES COLOR: violet
EYESIGHT:23/40 (wears contacts)
HEIGHT: 5ft 9
OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Dark, simple clothing, mostly purples, blues, and grays
SELF CARE(MAKE UP): none
FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: rude assholic, kid, unfriendly
SKIN COLOR: pale white
Erica's Persona FINALIZEDProfile for:Erica's Persona FINALIZED6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Age: 20 year old
Birthdate: April 19, 1987
Blood Type: O
Height: 5' 8"
(Twist): Makes a good tour guide and translator for European vacations.
Ditzy as can be, yet at times can be EXTREMELY annoying and also EXTREMELY hard to deal with.
In Kobun04's hindsight: Take the "Trio of [Azumanga Daioh's] Knuckleheads, but roll it into one person: 45% Kagura 40% Osaka 15% Tomo"
In K-Lily-I's hindsight: She's more complex than Haruhi Suzumiya herself, and rather near-insurmountably confusing than Pani Poni Dash as a whole.
Her family history is completely unknown. All that is known of Erica is that she's not an alien, nor does she have galactic powers much like that of Haruhi Suzumiya.
New York (near the ocean)
She moved to a small, suburban house in New Jersey. Why she decided to live al
La Dama De La Rosa , gabymarDonde te encuentrasLa Dama De La Rosa , gabymar7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh señora mía
Querida diosa de nieve
Que trae el frió eterno
Donde mi corazón descansa
Y se entrega completamente a tu ser
Déjame ser tu admirador
Déjame darte mi pasión
Deja que mis sentimientos te acompañen
Y congelen a todo el mundo con blanco color
Y que grandes cristales celestes
Cubran todo con gran hermosura
Pues no existe mayor belleza,
Pues no existe mayor pureza
Que el mundo siendo purgado
Por la blanca nieve, y el frió hielo
Donde se congelan y mueren los pecados
Donde se enfría la guerra y el dolor
Dame una rosa de hielo
Y la conservare por siempre
Junto a mi corazón
Entregando toda mi pasión
A ti, mi eterno amor
Mi dama de hielo,
RAGNAROKRAGNAROK5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
RAGNAROK: El Ocaso de los Dioses
Ragnarok es un juego de rol online MMORPG (Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) desarrollado por la empresa Gravity Corp. el 31 de Agosto de 2002 en Corea, y su funcionamiento está basado en Aegis, el cual es un software de Windows para servidores, así como Microsoft SQL Server.
La mitología del juego está basada principalmente en la mitología nórdica o escandinava, y también contiene referencias a otras culturas, debido al alcance global del juego, como África, Japón, Egipto y China, la historia de fondo del juego está basado en el manhwa (manga coreano) Ragnarok, de Lee Myung-Jin.
Interpretas un papel de un personaje totalmente modificable por ti, lo mejor de Ragnarok es su sistema de juego, sus personajes, sus magias, sus colores y sonidos.
Ragnarok cuenta con muchos sistemas y modos que lo hacen más genial que cualquier otro, hay un sistema de bodas en el cual te casa
Li'l Bird Li'l Bird Colorful ColorsLi'l Bird Li'l Bird Colorful Colors1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Las pequeñas aves vuelan en el cielo azul
el oceano refleja el azul del cielo
el profundo azul celeste es el cielo del océano
en el cielo azul yacen las lagrimas celestiales
en las lágrimas celestiales, la pequeña ave vuela
La pequeña ave vuela en el cielo multicolor
el naranja de una sonrisa
el rosa de un resfriado
el azul de una lágrima
el morado de la confusión
¡el rojo de la ira!
incluso el color del dolor
Se requiere un viaje por todos los mundos
para ver al que puede vestir todos los colores
que pueden ser vistos
Una hermosa ave de color arcoiris
qiería ver más colores
mezcló demasiados colores en su plumaje
gradualmente los tonos empezaron a desvanecer
y ahora no se distinguen
los colores se mezclaron más y más
y al final sus alas se volvieron negras
cayó y continuó cayendo
y la pequeña ave murio
pero aun recuerda los colores
All Fall Down Chapter FourAll Fall Down Chapter Four2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
ChapterFour~Beware the Sandworms~
BJ soon woke up I giggled he smiled and said "Hi" I smiled back "Sup did you know you snore?" he gave me a look then said "Uhh I do?"I shook my head yes. Anywho later that day we went for a walk but all of a sudden BJ pulls me really close to him.I look at him and say "What was that for?" he pointed towards a big hole in the ground I look in "WTF is that?" he frowns and says "Sandworm Land thats were they live if you fall in you can never get out!" I look at it and said "Whys it doing there for?" He looks at it "The other day some sandworms got out" I gave a shocked look "Did anyone get hurt?" He frowns and shakes his head yes and I say "Did they die again" he shakes his head yes "If anyone gets eatin by one of those things then they dont end up here they permantly die" he says while frowning "Oh did you get hurt?"I ask worried if he did he frowns and shakes his head yes then his p
:CE: TrappedTrapped:CE: Trapped2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The robotic girl opened her eyes slowly, her shining eyes monitoring her surroundings. She slowly scanned the small room. No door, no windows, nothing letting the air in or out. It was like she was in an underground room. But how could she have possibly gotten here? She slowly stood, with a grace only some dreamed of. The tattoos on her skin glowed yellow, surrounding her with light to see. There was nothing in the room. No food was found, no water, not even a glimmer of hope in the deepest corners. It was empty of all objects and emotions. But she could sense this room had once held fear in its air.
She trailed her fingers across the walls as she walked around; trying to sense what was outside the room. Unfortunately, she couldn't seem to get any ideas of what it was. Then she heard it. A scratching noise. Like when a cat claws on the door to get into the house. She followed the noise, her ears straining to find the source of the noise. She growled, a feral growl like a lions'
Poem to a StrangerPoem to a Stranger2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem to A Stranger
I know of a woman who lived a sad tale.
I never thought she was tender or frail.
She seemed harder than steel and she kept things concealed,
but her secrets outgrew all that she knew
and now she must face what is real.
She hardens her heart to the ones that she knows
and blinds herself from the pain and the woes.
She knows nothing of love or of her family's pain.
This is a woman I hate, this is the woman I blame.
But how can I hate this sad sheltered soul?
Who knows nothing of
the lives that she stole.
Or envy that, which she never had.
Her words may be bitter but her life is so sad.
I may look upon her with anger
for the deeds she has done.
But to cry her a river; those tears I have none.
I pity this woman who lives with such strife.
I pity this woman who knows nothing of life.
dark link storydark link was walking around in the woods and of corse got lost, he had to get home so his master would not be up set with himdark link story2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"okay.. ummmm left?! no.. right maybe? .... uuhh.... i'll just close my eye's and start walking!!"
and so he did, not knowing he was about to walk into a tree
"okayyyy... good so fa- OW!"
and he hit the tree...
"okayyyy... not my best idea..."
he then herd some foot step's behind him, he turned around and saw his brother, dark roy
"where have you ben?! dark pit is waiting for you!!"
dark roy looked at dark link with a death glare
"i-im.. s-sorry.. brother..i... got lost.."
dark link's eye's shifted away from dark roy
"you got LOST!?!?"
dark roy grabed dark link buy the front of his shirt
"o-ow.. o-okay..i-im sorry..."
dark link tryed to get away but.. let's face it.. dark roy's pretty strong
".......... get on my back...."
dark roy let go of dark link and turned into a where wolf, cool huh? dark link then got on dark roy's back and dark roy started running, dar
Dream and RealityMany times I´ve dreamtDream and Reality3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
that I am loved by you.
But every time I awakened,
I know it wasn´t true.
Tell me, what´s the sense in this,
in getting that decieved,
by every single part of me,
and you, for who I breath?
Why do I have to stay awake,
to know what´s right and wrong,
to remember what you said to me,
you, my only one?
I sometimes feel like I could flee,
with just getting some sleep,
but then I realize that dreams
could never be real deep.
Like a deer in the headlight.DLike a deer in the headlight.D6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Tagein tagaus kommen sie vorbei. Diese bunten Wesen. Und jeden Tag in einer anderen Farbe. Sie laufen auf ihren Bau zu und danach herrscht auf meinem Platz eine richtige Stille, bis die Sonne schon eine Weile steht und sie vereinzelt wieder hervorkommen. Einige laufen einfach weg, andere setzten sich in komische laute Dinge, die dann sehr schnell werden und auch verschwinden. Und stinken. Stinken tun sie auch. Die Dinger.
Für gewöhnlich beachte ich diese Riesen gar nicht, dafür sind es zu viele. Aber manchmal beachten sie MICH. Und ich beachte sie dann zurück. Dann stehen wir eine Weile da, das Wesen und ich und starren uns an. Irgendwann wird es langweilig und ich setzte mein Futtersammeln fort, doch diese Wesen sind anhänglich. Sie hören nicht auf mich anzustarren. Also starre ich noch ein bisschen zurück, bis ich mich irgendwann soweit zurückgezogen habe, dass sie weiterlaufen und mich ignorieren.
Die bunten Riesen sind interessant. Ich wei
Wish we could go backWish we could go back1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish we could go back
To when clothing brands didn't matter
When boys were just friends
And you weren't teased for getting fatter
When school was easy
And there were no quizzes, homework, and tests
When teachers were nice
And no person was above the rest
When we could draw without being judged
And people called instead of texting
When for dinner we just ate hot fudge
And there was no such thing as instant messaging
Man in the darkMan in the dark2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
He sat in darkness,
With silver chains on his wrists,
Digging into his skin so painfully.
So loudly to be set free.
One day a light broke through,
And a voice spoke on high from the pillar,
"I really miss you my dearest friend, please come home."
The voice was his first love,
And the next day more light broke into his shroud,
Each voice repeated the command and the code in tandem.
Tears fell from his eyes,
As the voices of history sang,
And all he could was bleed and listen.
The man shouted,
"Free me since you are free!"
From the light,
Came a single maiden,
With hair of snow white.
She walked up close,
And with a sigh pressed her lips,
Into his to taste the despair on them.
"We cannot save you,
For no matter how we empower,
You must take the proof and act and believe."
In all the voices of history,
As they once more repeated their chant.
"I really miss you my dearest friend, please come home.
Even as every day I tell you just how great you
ThereseFlame Haired BeautyTherese3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soul of flame and dancing shadow
Blossom into adulthood
Eyes that see beyond their years
Carry more tears than yours
Burning bright out of sight
Passions deep and true
Hidden from casual eyes
Words not spoken held so close
Slipping out of childhood chains
Creating art in emotions
Drawing love and fear
NewbornI have locked away my childhood fearsNewborn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brushed away childhood tears
Now a woman, now an adult
Snap the chains of memories past
Break the grasp of histories past
Discovered joy in futures bright
New paths lead to pleasure new
ParentsParents4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
This is an anniversary gift for ~MeleeMasterX, my boyfriend. Every month we celebrate the day we started going out because we're goofs like that. Well this month is extra special because as of tomorrow (which at the moment is in two hours) we'll have been going out for six whole months. I tried drawing a picture but.. It seems I have art block today so I did the next best thing.
Happy 6-month anniversary Austin! I love you lots! X3
Aubree sat there on her and her husband's bed, nervously fidgeting with the hem of the comforter. She was waiting for the sound of the front door opening and closing. She was waiting for the sound of her husband's footsteps and his happy call of "I'm homeeee!~". She had big news to tell him. She continuously fidgeted, getting more and more worried as she watched the clock. He'd be home any minute. They had talked about this before, so she had a fairly good idea what his reaction would be, which soothed and somehow excited her at the same time. Sti
Took It AllI want you to leave,Took It All4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Because I don't know you
I can't even
See where I'm going
You took my vision
You took my sight
Cause when you left
You took my light
I'm left alone
You took it all
No one to catch me
When I fall
No one to save me
No vision left
In the light of day
Its bright outside
But not in here
And no one's left
To shed a tear
I'm left alone
You took it all
no one will catch me
Now I fall.
Torah: Last vision before homeTorahTorah: Last vision before home4 years ago in Horror More Like This
As marés batiam pesadas contra as altas arribas, estas impunes mantinham-se seguras apesar a da força incrível das ondas.
Lá do alto, ela mantinha-se de pé, direita. Os seus olhos escuros como a noite que a envolvia fixavam o mar feroz do alto. O brilho do olhar era capaz de substituir a Lua, que tímida escondia-se atrás do nevoeiro alto.
O vento, seu Mestre, acariciava-lhe os cabelos compridos e ondulados que ou esvoaçavam dançando ao pé do seu Mestre ou se escondiam por detrás do alto colarinho do casaco.
Este, de couro preto, mantinha-se direito. Dava-lhe pelos tornozelos e de corte meio vitoriano escondia e vestido curto de seda, também preta. De resto só era permitido ver as pesadas botas de couro que trazia.
A sua mão direita agarrava firmemente o cabo da foice que trazia. O cabo era alto e da grossura perfeita para as suas mãos, notava-se que a madeira já era antiga mas ainda muito forte capaz
The Train: O ComboioThe Train: O Comboio4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A maquinaria voa
Através do nevoeiro.
Sobre as carrilágens esvoaçantes,
O mais forte metal mostra-se vulnerável,
Perante a pressão...
Por detrás dos vidros fumados
Por entre o calor abrasador
Corpos mortos e gelados
Enchem bancos e corredor.
Medo atado à alma
Olhos esbanjados em lágrimas
Era a única com vida
Num mar de penadas almas.
Chora pelo medo de morrer.
De joelhos, assustada,
Implora para sobreviver.
O mórbido clima
O calor abrasante
Enchendo o ar...
Descendo a pique
o comboio começa.
O cheiro a morto
pelas narinas a entrar começa.
Piorando o ar...
Pesando o ar...
Começa a subir.
Como por magia,
Os corpos começam a cair.
Enchendo o corredor,
Agravados com o calor
e carne em pedaços dilacerados.
PMD-E In-Depth Bio: Blune the BeheeyemPMD-E In-Depth Bio: Blune the Beheeyem10 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name and Species: Blune the Beheeyem
Other Names: Darling (by Psyme the Beheeyem), Dad (by Ligray and Rigley), High Commander (by those who’ve forgotten he isn’t one anymore), Evil Genius (by those who question his scientific practices)
Relatives: Psyme the Beheeyem (wife), Ligray the Elgyem (daughter), Rigley the Elgyem (son)
They say that when Blune was born back on Planet Paion, his parents knew that he would be one of the smartest beings there ever lived…probably due to his unusually large head at the time. Nevertheless, little Blune would go on to prove that he truly was smart in more ways than one, and learned material at a much faster rate than expected. In particular, he showed an intense fascination for the natural world and a desire to learn as much as he could about it. Maybe even bec