[This episode starts with the female version of Niall, Nyla thinking to herself in the kitchen of a restaurant. They’re brought out of their thoughts by something in one of the ovens exploding The female version of Neven, Norra enters the room.]
Norra: Nyla, where are those cookies?
Nyla: Uh… on me, I think.
Norra: I need those now. The customers are getting really impatient.
Nyla: Sorry, I’ll get right back on it, Norra.
Norra: Seriously, where is your head today?
Nyla: I was just… uh thinking about a world where everyone was the opposite gender.
Norra: You’ve got to do something more productive with your
They told me if I wanted to stay alive, I needed to die;
No need to think, no need to strive, no need to try
People are the enemy, filthy foul creatures;
With all their ugly repulsive features
It’s a sick world out there and I’m the sickest of them all
It’s the end of the world, haven’t you heard?
We’re all going to die, so might as well
The man on my TV spoke to me,
Told me about my own plight
Gotta stay alive, no matter the cost;
Losing my job, losing my home;
As long as I’m alive, that’s what matters
Gotta make the numbers look good,
Gotta make the politicians feel good
Lost in this cage of
Rifles and revolvers gathered on a May morning,
Sun shined down gray over the hill,
An uneasy silence cast about the air,
Everyone abound knew they were fair
Twelve stood guard in front of Pella Pub,
Watching the sky,
Praying to a god they no longer believed in
Clad in black they stood,
Watching the sky
A cast of blue broke the clouds,
And any sense of hope had faded
Like raindrops on the glass
Each son there wondered
Whether they’d ever see the sun again
Two dozen men stood to each other,
Dressed in black and blue,
Saw eye to eye
And raised their guns
Each and every one of them knew,
What “non-essential” meant to them.
Mr. Media Darling, Mr. Cuomo?
Can I ask you a question, or two?
Can you sit there on such a high horse
As your big apple rots to the core?
Are you honest with yourself?
Staying the course
As consequences increase?
Your destruction cannot be undone
Is their kindness in your eyes?
Are you trying to help?
Or are you trying to help yourself?
I can understand a desperate plight,
Choosing fight over flight
You say you’re trying to help
Look at the data.
Follow the science.
Listen to the experts.
And above all else, “be smart.”
That’s your favorite catch phrase it would seem
But when you paint by numbers,
You get an ug
You’ve told me over and over again
Do our part, save our lives
We’ll be fine, don’t you fear
Our cultural chemotherapy
Here we are, keeping ourselves warm
Letting the world burn as it turns,
Washing our hands with bloody water,
Socially distancing from social decency
The news came at me like a bullet to the brain,
Parents playing Abraham while kids play Isaac,
Wives playing Abel while husbands play Cain
And we only hear Delilah smack
How can we wash our hands with bloody water?
Socially distancing from social decency
Can we say grace while millions are starving?
Cans go by, running on food banks
While biblical famines l
Dear Mr. Ferguson,
What goes on in your head?
How much destruction until you’re done?
How much death have you said?
You’ve been wrong every step of the way,
With every little thing that you say
We’re still waiting on the 150 million dead from bird flu,
We’ve got a long way to go - we’re sitting at around 252
Swine flu too,
Isn’t there anything you can’t get wrong
With a factor of a thousand or more?
Putting your foot in your mouth with foot and mouth disease,
The blood of humans is nary in sight,
Just the six million sheep, chickens, and cattle,
Mad cows culled at your fright
Dear Mr. Ferguson,
I was told to believe in science above all else,
Trust the experts, believe all the facts
There’s nothing we can’t know,
There’s nothing we don’t know
In a world where rockets rise,
I can’t be a challenger
Blinded by the facts,
How man was meant to act
Just listen to the science
They had charts and graphs to help me understand,
My lack of worth as a man,
Hit me like an ice pick to the eye,
It’s a noble prize pursuit
I did my duty for the march of progress
It’s my service to the human race,
My genes shall not pollute the pool
Isn’t it great?
I’ve done my part for the human race
My people watch in awe,
Learning about the myth of death for the first time
Nursing a panic
Took everything they had to learn we are not invincible
I’m scared as shit of people scared as shit
Psychotic sympathy rained down
From their black bleeding hearts,
Painting the pallette black and white,
Waiting for a lucky lottery
Like it’s a stone’s throw away
Drowning wanderers on their own disgrace,
Collecting blood money in their fancy boxes,
While families go hungry behind locks
Not placed by them
Neighbor turn on neighbor,
For the public good
Going back and forth like a pac-man maze,
Chasing figments of someone else’s
In the past couple of months, I've noticed something. Over the last decade, artists and creatives have really... forgotten how to actually make a decent beginning, a decent opening. I'm not talking about just one work or one even one entire media. This is actually a big problem with a lot that I have reviewed, and a lot that I am going to review in the future, and honestly it's becoming a bigger and bigger pet peeve of mine, to be brutally honest.
You want some quick and dirty examples? Well, besides the obvious one we'll talk about later, there's Legend of Korra, Steven Universe, BoJack Horseman, Friendship is Magic. In terms of not animati
So, I've tried to give this whole Eclipse thing the benefit of the doubt. But uh... it's just not working out because it doesn't really... work. Apparently this thing existed for like... a year already. I don't know how because it's filled with basic design functionality flaws.
The most obvious issue in my mind is that organization has become a nightmare. Both finding things and placing things. I remember on DeviantArt... so long ago, where it was fairly easy to organize things. You scrolled down to a piece of artwork in your gallery or file, there was a drop down menu and you could put it in your file.
Here's how it works now:
Scroll through your gallery or your favorites until you get to the image and realize that it would look good in a particular folder/file
Scroll all the way back up
Enable the editing mode
Scroll all the way back down
Finally you can place the artwork in its respective file.
Is tech design a field where you're supposed to make things more user-hostile, because