Dec 22 2004, 6:12 pm
In response to HavenMaster
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Jmurph
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Of course the real Alexander did a lot more than just hug men. But the attitudes were different in their culture. For example, the Theban Band was a celebrated cadre of elite warriors who never fled battle and only lost once- and then they fought to the man. Oh, and they were all homosexual.
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Final Fantasy 7 Spoiler (as if anyone hasn't played it yet =P). Copy and paste, or hit Reply with Quote, if you wanna read it.
<font style="font-size: 3pt">When Aeris died. I bawled like a fuggin' baby.</font> | |
Spuzzum wrote:
Final Fantasy 7 Spoiler (as if anyone hasn't played it yet =P). Copy and paste, or hit Reply with Quote, if you wanna read it. Did you even bother to go to the funeral? Spuzzum gets emotionaly attached to those video game sprites. ~Text | |
when you know that sitting there doing your thing whatever it is online is as good as it gets online
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It took me forever to remember what made me most depressed.. Wanring, a better spoiler then Spuzzom's!
<font style="font-size: 3pt">Santa Clause isn't real!! *bawls*</font> And guess what, <font style="font-size: 3pt">The Easter bunny isn't real either!</font> And whoa, I am on a roll so, <font style="font-size: 3pt">Wrestling is fake! Pikachu is a doodle on a peice of paper, Arnold Swartz is really liberal! Mertek is not a human and Splattergnome is not nautilus. Neither Dan or Tom is in Nadrew's basement! And Byond's bandwidth is not important! ~Texter the spoiler</FONT> | |
Seems like a lot of people felt really sad when that happened, regardless of the, uh, not-realness of it all... Maybe this is why Sephyroth was considered as one of the most evil final fantasy baddies :P
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I don't cry to much... Movies rarely have that effect on me.
Salt Lake City Punk probably got me the closest to crying. One of the funniest movies I've ever seen, but also one of the saddest. Man, there was one that I watched recently, I'm pretty sure it was a new release at the time, that made me almost cry, but I just can't pinpoint which movie it was. The last time I actually cried, though, was when the girl i liked for 3 years straight turned lesbian. She also made some other kid cry because of it too :P Although it hurt at the time, it was probably one of the best things that happened to me, however, for it made me stronger and it made me learn so very much about females that I was oblivious and blind to before, and I made a best friend in the process. heh, as for the other kid though, he still likes her, so I feel pretty sorry for him. That was february of this year, and before that, it was probably like 6 years since I had shed a tear at anything. | |
Texter wrote:
Did you even bother to go to the funeral? Who doesn't?! Don't you remember Edward the bard from Final Fantasy 2 (SNES)?! Or Tellah the wizard? You heartless fiend! ~>Volte | |
When my bunny died. ;_;
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God... besides the time I got my wisdom teeth removed and my painkillers wore off...
Probably when I was thirteen... I got put on antidepressants against my will (Zoloft, 150mg a day.). And at the time, was with this girl i'd been in love with for a long while. Well, long story short, I couldn't figure out why my life had become so bland and numb, and I'd lost all feeling for the girl --Also lost all need to seek any form of sexual pleasure. So, anyway, I dumped her, under the impression it was her, and not me. I was wrong, stopped taking my medication, then realised I was still in love with her, tried to patch it up, but failed. Wanted to kill myself, etc... Yeah anyway, big [crud]storm over a little blue pill and a moron psychiatrist. | |
I'm not overly concerned... because I know that principles like elasticity and inertia and friction apply to sociological constructs as well as physical ones. One side pushes too far, too fast and their machines either fall apart, or the pendulum starts to swing the other way, or things just snap back.
Of course, I say "overly concerned." I am still concerned. My concern, and the concern of others like me, is part of this process. | |
It really doesn't take that much to make me cry... no doubt this will come as a shock to many, but my emotions are easily roused.
Among the things that bring tears to my eyes: The opening strains of the Star Wars Overture. Though not for the same reason any more... the theme from Legend of Zelda, also... the courtroom breakdown of Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar... the first chorus of O Holy Night... the phrase "Hole in the World" is my biggest trigger right now. I'm crying just now from having typed it. Angel fans will know why. When I was writing the climactic last battle at the end of the first volume of my Insert Shameless Plug Here series, I was crying almost the entire time because I knew one of the characters was going to die. I cried harder any time one of the other characters was in seemingly mortal peril, even though I already knew they were to survive... and for that matter, I knew the one who died wouldn't be gone from the series entirely. This is what I'm writing right now, for our special Christmas issue, and it's making me cry: (font shrunk to protect those who're going to read the whole story from spoilers) <font style="font-size: 3pt"> "I've never owned any dolls," Lily replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Not since I was a baby, and those belonged to all of us." "You had one," he said. "It was an old fashioned baby doll, with a cloth body and a porcelain head. You got it from the church program, when they held their Christmas party. You loved that doll so much." "That was a million years ago," Lily said dismissively. "The volunteers had decorated the basement with streamers of crepe paper and snowflake cutouts made in the Catechism classes, and some of the children put on a pageant and they had songs and games and cookies... your sisters sang, but you didn't, and Willow ate cookies until she threw up, but you didn't have any. They let Dandy pull the switch to light up the tree, and they had a Santa come in with a bag of donated presents, but you weren't interested. You just sat in the corner of the basement and didn't talk to anybody all night, until one old lady came over and put the box in your hands. She told you it was from Santa, a special gift he'd picked out just for you." "Nick, are you sure you want to..." the elf began, but Nick motioned gently to him and he fell silent. "It was a red cardboard box with a stick-on bow," Nick went on. "Nothing fancy. You tried to push it away, but she asked if you wouldn't open it and see what was inside, just for her. So you did, and inside was the doll. You pulled it out and looked at it, and you almost went to throw it away, smash its head against the tiled floor... but when you lifted it up to throw, the doll's head tilted, and her eyelids opened, and you looked into the painted eyes... and you smiled, because right there, in that moment, you knew. It was all true. Santa... Jesus... Unicorns... Superman... in that moment, you believed in just about everything. You knew there were good people in the world who looked out for little girls. You knew things were going to be alright." </FONT> | |