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[Iceblaster]

And they call it Cortana.
*shakes fist*
MICROSOFT

Will it be in a state of possibly loving someone who's face you never see, I wonder?

BUT
BUT THEY'RE MICROSOFT
THEY HAVE TO NAME IT CLIPPY
OR AM
OR HAL
OR SOMETHING

If they go the cleverbot route expect half of its database to be sex

[Fniff]

Once again, a period of productive writing is at an end. Now I'm stuck feeling listless and bored. Why do I always have peaks of creativity that are subjugated by months of boredom? I have so much still to do but I can't complete it. It's not even procrastination, as I can sit down and try to write but nothing comes. It can't be writer's block because I don't think it comes in waves. How the hell do people manage to finish books like this? I'm never going to do anything at all in my life.

[Descan]

Take a page from crappy English courses, and work out an outline. Also, short stories. Then build it up from there.

Problem I've always had with writing is the details. I get an idea for a premise or for a scene, but the other details bugger me over.

[Jopax]

I've got a similar problem with painting. I can get the general gist and atmosphere mostly right, but adding all the little details always feels like busywork that doesn't add enough to warrant it, so I rarely do it, and because of that I suck at doing it :C

[Bauglir]

Hah, I have exactly the opposite problem. I love doing details as an exercise in relaxation, but I'm terrible at composition and actually drawing things. Probably a consequence of getting my start in artwork with sprite editing (emphasis on "editing").

[Vector]

I'm about to enlist in a project I've been desperately wanting to start since before I went through puberty, and I'm scared shitless.

[Solifuge]

I had a dream about interviewing for a job at a fast food place in the evening, surrounded by a bunch of bitter husks of people. The hiring manager, who looked like she could have been a high school student, spent her time passive-aggressively belittling and nitpicking at my resume and education, but of course I had to stay cordial... I was desperate for work.

When it was over, I walked out into the parking lot to drive home, and found a bunch of other employees standing in a loose crowd, looking out onto the street. It was night by then, but the moon was bright, and illuminated 5 adult deer and 2 fawns wandering down the middle of the road, seemingly bewildered. In a flash, they were struck first by one car, then another. Some were dazed, others bloodied with limbs at odd angles, and one twitching weakly on the ground. Everyone started hooting and laughing about it. I couldn't look away. Then, a line of vehicles struck them, some of the deer bouncing and reeling away from one impact, only to be struck in the back by a truck going the opposite direction, and bursting. Before long, they were all dead and mangled, with innards and grisly bits everywhere.

Then the senior manager, an older woman with a drawn and sallow face, came out to meet me. She said I got the job. I felt relieved.

[Pnx]

I'm about to enlist in a project I've been desperately wanting to start since before I went through puberty, and I'm scared shitless.

The fortune cookie I just got said that this is a time for caution, but not fear.

The other one said that my true love will show up on my doorstep. I think if they're going to show up they should hurry up, I'm a busy person with things to do.

<snip>

I had a dream I was being followed and harassed by a giant tomato that bounced around like a giant beach ball, it was truly horrifying. Thankfully both of these things were just dreams.

[Vector]

When it was over, I walked out into the parking lot to drive home, and found a bunch of other employees standing in a loose crowd, looking out onto the street. It was night by then, but the moon was bright, and illuminated 5 adult deer and 2 fawns wandering down the middle of the road, seemingly bewildered. In a flash, they were struck first by one car, then another. Some were dazed, others bloodied with limbs at odd angles, and one twitching weakly on the ground. Everyone started hooting and laughing about it. I couldn't look away. Then, a line of vehicles struck them, some of the deer bouncing and reeling away from one impact, only to be struck in the back by a truck going the opposite direction, and bursting. Before long, they were all dead and mangled, with innards and grisly bits everywhere.

Ugh, this reminds me of a dream I had once... I was 13, I think.  I was a man driving a car down a dirt road, summer, plain sunlight, dusty, so bright that things seemed obscured because of it.  Hit a little girl playing in the middle.  She's wearing a pinked-up sundress and humming some sort of tune--was, anyway.  Pick up her body, go to a pond at a nearby farmhouse, trying to wash up, I don't know why.  Sun sets.  Water's red.  Still washing.  Wearing all my clothes, waist-deep in this pond, surrounded by reeds.  A man comes out and picks up her broken corpse, asks me what I'm doing there.  He's calm as anything.  Dressed in dark green, long blond hair, glasses, pale, head to foot one long rotten red splattery smear.  Just kind of stares.  No trouble.  I tell some flavor of lie and he lets me leave.

The rest of the dream is a disjointed, jostling fragmentation of watching this man--the single father of another twelve children--slowly, quietly going mad, his house going into ruin, taken over by spiders and dust, children dying of neglect, any nobility he might have had overtaken by putrefaction and age, until finally he stops going outdoors, won't leave his chair, perishes.

[Pnx]

They honestly both sound like things I'd expect from a foreign avant garde movie.

[Xantalos]

Fantastic Four 2. I suffered from a bout of 'I couldn't give less of a shit about any of these characters'itis. I wanted Galactus to win.

[SalmonGod]

Fantastic Four 2. I suffered from a bout of 'I couldn't give less of a shit about any of these characters'itis. I wanted Galactus to win.

I wanted to see Galactus as a giant person in silly looking armor.

[Xantalos]

Fantastic Four 2. I suffered from a bout of 'I couldn't give less of a shit about any of these characters'itis. I wanted Galactus to win.

I wanted to see Galactus as a giant person in silly looking armor.

They showed flashes of him that way, but yeah it would've been better to see him as that and not a space thunderstorm.

Once again, a period of productive writing is at an end. Now I'm stuck feeling listless and bored. Why do I always have peaks of creativity that are subjugated by months of boredom? I have so much still to do but I can't complete it. It's not even procrastination, as I can sit down and try to write but nothing comes. It can't be writer's block because I don't think it comes in waves. How the hell do people manage to finish books like this? I'm never going to do anything at all in my life.

Writers block actually does go like this. It's just the way the brain works, I suppose? Just go do something else if you can't do anything. What's important is that you try.

[Frumple]

Throat. Throat. It's been a while since you've done this. I guess it's due, or whatever.

But. Please? Please stop trying to tear yourself into little pieces, and let me breath. Pass this message on to the lungs, as well. Could do without this.

[Vector]

I know. . . I've been really worried about her, too.  I hope she's okay.