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Enlightened mug?

[Elegy]

[Taco Dan]

I would always get those cheap plastic ones, from Chuck E Cheese. Then it wouldn't go down stairs, then it would break.

[Vector]

EDIT: Curses.  Direct result of writing: 4:30 in the afternoon and have yet to put on clothing.

I don't suppose you're going to post the writing for us to read it?  Also, damn you for reminding me that I have yet to make and significant effort at writing anything myself, after many many months of saying "any day now".

Spoiler: Fine :I (click to show/hide)

Things Illuminated by a Broken Street Lamp

    It is dark.  Across the parking lot and above the thick stand of pines, the moon gleams behind a mottled cloud cover.  It is fat and yellow, and casts an aureole into the night sky.  The city lights have rendered most stars invisible.  The roar of the freeway has rendered most sounds inaudible, but an airplane can be heard passing overhead.  Its lights flash from side to side, red to blue and back again.
    In the parking lot, rows of street lamps stand tall.  Each lamp has two bulbs, but many are extinguished.  The white lines are faded.  The white arrows still offer direction, but they, too, are disappearing.  Most of the lot’s cars are shiny and new—black, white, and silver, all lit in the harsh orange lights of the lamp.  They are large and square and American.  The chilly wind smells like gasoline.
    By the lot is a sidewalk.  Small brown and gray stones are embedded into its surface.  A thin girl dressed in dark blue sweatclothes strides down the walk.  She carries a bright green duffel bag over her shoulder, its bulk bouncing against the lean curve of her back.  Her pink mouth is fixed in a broad smile.  The smile distorts and stretches her face.  It is full of square white teeth.
    For a moment, she looks up.  She does not pause or stop smiling.  She continues walking.  Within seconds, she has disappeared.

I am only posting this because it was the best in the class, and so I feel somewhat mollified.  Unedited.

If you want to improve your writing, you ancient suckers, I suggest that you invest in a goddamned diction-ary!  Get it?  DICTION!  Word choice!  Beautiful, unified prose with a common theme and a flavor!  Not that I am god's gift to the English language, but you guys need a kick in the pants, man.

[/complaints]

Vester, just curious, have you ever seen the film Waking Life?

Because...

If not, I have a film for you to watch.

*puts on to-do list*

[ToonyMan]

My writing (I'm doing some convulted mafia fanfic right now, you're going to be in it Vector!) involves making huge ass backstories before actually doing any writing.

As Duke put it,
The Blind People: You are just Tolkening all over the place

[ein]

I'm using that CS Lewis quote in my sig again.

As for writing, I do the same thing with the exposition.
I am a world-builder and a character designer.

[ToonyMan]

No more DOOMJUICE?

[ein]

It will live on in your hearts.
And the .txt file where I keep all my ASCII art.
I could have it linking to Steam account, though, but I like the whiteness of the plain quote.

[Taco Dan]

My friend and I are coming up with an idea for a video game, it's a 3d side-scrolling shooter. More details are in the works, and I don't want to spoil it for you, but it's gonna be awesome. Also it might take a long time to come out since, well, we don't have anyone else working on it. Probably 5-7 years maybe? If we're lucky?

[Tack]

My beloved aquaintance and I put three and a half years of difficult exertion and brain-wracking imagination into crafting the world for his novel. I'd make intellectual quieries about miniscule details of the world, he'd provide answers, and if he couldn't extrapolate, I'd provide corrections or interesting properties. As we were masturcating over some of the latter stages of consumation, we arrived at an extensive and euphoric realisation that we had formed a simple storybook ideal into a living and breathing universe that Raymond E. Feist would have epiphanic tears over.

Case-In-Point.
'Big' words, Vector, while fun to throw at less intelligent individuals, are annoying, pretentious, and a worthy reminder of the ignorance of the intellectual classes, in not coming to the full realisation that an abundance of more suitable, and attractively smaller words are available for the exact same general use, while sometimes even being closer to the cusp of your musings, while still upholding the standards of supreme practicality for which they are known.


That is my humble opinion.
Nice writing though. A little stilted, but it probably should be. I wouldn't know.


... Defenestration, Antihistamines, Autodisembowelment, Callapherisms.
Antidisestablismentarianism.

[Solifuge]

The point of "Big Words" is not to "throw them at less intelligent individuals" for shits and giggles. They are more direct, more powerful, and better encapsulate specific meanings. They are linguistic tools honed to a fine point, rather than the blunt instruments of vulgate, which beat similar points in through brute force. Vocabulary is there to be used, not cloistered away in some derelict vault of cultural history.

<_<; Sorry. People who browbeat others for using the damned English language to good effect make me irritable.

That said, that was pretty snazzy, Vector. I am approve.

[Elegy]

You use the vocabulary you have. End of muggafuggin' story.

(haha I am so zef)

((you sods))

[ToonyMan]

I wonder what I sound like to other people, that would be kinda weird to ask.

[Elegy]

You sound like the voice in my head reading text.

:|

[Vector]

'Big' words, Vector, while fun to throw at less intelligent individuals, are annoying, pretentious, and a worthy reminder of the ignorance of the intellectual classes, in not coming to the full realisation that an abundance of more suitable, and attractively smaller words are available for the exact same general use, while sometimes even being closer to the cusp of your musings, while still upholding the standards of supreme practicality for which they are known.

... When did I say I advocated the use of large words, rather than small ones?  I don't talk like this intentionally.  Rather, it's not like I am purposefully choosing big words over small ones.  For example, I would say that I am faint-hearted rather than pusillanimous, irritable over contumacious, and prone to argument rather than altercation.  I would say I attempt to be a guide rather than a cynosure.  I do not cavil or suffer from abulia: rather, I have trouble making decisions at times.  And these words, which evince my erudition via my germane--dare I say apropos--selection?  I learned them by rote, not inculcation.

Be glad I don't use my true vocabulary in writing or standard conversation.


EDIT: also, thank you for the compliments.  I agree that it was choppy, though that was largely intentional.  So was the ambiguity of the last sentence of the third paragraph.