Picture this guy at Lugano's train station's exchange office asking me whether I'll take 200 euro bills. I have no clue, have lived in a bubble for the last year++ regarding money other than swiss francs, and he just asks me if I take them, visibly changing his mood for the merrier upon my unsuspecting affirmative answer. What a fucking philosophical cripple. Does the world need more of his kind?
I refrain from making up my mind about it, even as I wander around Utrecht's train station, after having tried to buy myself a pair of sox to come to grips with my hypothermic physical and mental state, having gotten wide-eye-quasi-LOLed at when the vendor lady saw me flashing not one but 3. She instructed me to ask a guy at the other end for money activation via change into smaller bills, because nobody outside Italy supposedly takes them, so I did, and got 2 hundos changed into 4 fitties, as he let fly a condescending "let's help each other out", because I should be glad that he changed even just one bill without asking for a fee, apparently. Why is there nobody talking about this?
Thought I was gonna get to see the Teamliquid's / Alienware Training Facility's interior, even went around in the cold to ring the bell but no dice. Wanted to buy a bunch of weed in Amsterdam but the plane I thought was gonna fly directly from Paris to Papeete was gonna fly through San Francisco, instead, later that day, and I was to be told that I needed a visa or visa waiver to be able to take the trip. Now, I knew about the whole 'can't get a visa-waiver because even though I'm a Hungarian citizen, I wasn't born in Hungary' ordeal, since my visit to the United States of Northamerican embassy in Bern, but somehow, courtesy of my suboptimal state (no doubt), as hinted at I got mindtricked into thinking that that's not going to be a problem anymore; since it was gonna be a direct flight.
So, without any time to get weed I get into the train to Paris, which, for some reason, didn't get cancelled on account of strikes, even though every Ter train leaving from Basel did --the reason for having taken a fairly clutch deal for a 40-euro nighttrain to Amsterdam instead of freezing to death. In the train to Paris, 140 euros lighter, I spend the journey in-between compartments' sitting areas, but at least I managed to pay with one of the non-grata bills.
At the Orly airport, now, it's raining and I don't know what to fucking do so I buy the ticket to for Reunion, managing to lose the last non-grata bill, and get in the plane. Cost me 1000 francs to arrive where I wasn't intending to get to, absolutely fuck-all drugs involved. I wish I had bought some weed, the security check was lackluster and there's just one exchange office offering to give me 89 euros for 100 francs, of which I still have 1750 made carrying heavy, old, dusty, moldy furniture up and down stairs together with psychopaths at EMMAUS, for less than 1/6 of the money people working at welfare organizations make for telling me to sweep and mop the floor and clean the toilets in exchange for some food and hygiene.
Anyway, do you happen to be a swiss person in Reunion who might be willing to offer me a less unfair exchange rate, bound to require francs anyway, once you return? Or how about some aid in my endeavor to earn some euros..
I should help you with your username situation, young bot. Maybe you can find it within your circuitry to read and understand my blog, so that it may become apparent how it is a way of opening myself up for the eventuality of being helped. Until then, here are some cool-sounding ones + short description what they reference:
pwrSPiKEsrfr - Day[9] Daily: get ahead => get more ahead. subzerolatency - timetravel flowrion - noirwolf iNFRaReDaRCHoN uLTRaVioLe(N)TeMPLaR EZsense(i) / EZsensesicle - easy sense translates to Leichtsinn in german, which means carelessness. The way an icicle that has formed on a mountainous protuberance over a street can become a danger when it gets warm again and it might fall on someone (had one fall a couple of steps away from me), recklessness can stack into a hazard. ZooNooSe - a zoonosis is when an endemic sickness breaks out a pathogen transcends its animal hosting into human susceptibility. There's multiple ways how that can result in a noose, not just the pathogen's contribution to danger to people's health, but also supposed anti- measures. SubaruJustyBodyKiTyerael'sMight ....
Stereoscopic 3D is dope, especially without brightness/contrast, resolution or frameloss. Mirrors can be used to that effect, like in periscopes. Combined with the queen's ability to supply the swarm with vision of the affected unit, the resulting username makes for an adequate cue for constructive meditation.
Scientific experiments with twins as research subjects can result and has resulted in high levels of understanding, the potential use of which one should aspire to.
Ticino is the canton in Switzerland that has Italian as its official language. Aizen Sousuke was the first major arc villain in Bleach, the manga/anime, part of the Gotei 13 of which 12 were taichos, meaning captains.
A username apt to serve a mementoic purpose, for tat he time when gas stations were showing 1.87 to be the price for Euro 95 on their boards (Halloween), the wolf with the designation M187 was to be controversially put down due to having fed on swiss livestock.
A PC-bang called Cyborg Area, located on Paul Cneazu street, in Timisoara, was the place where one could play multiplayer starcraft:broodwar with enthused gamers; quasi "get made" by the starcraft mafia. The management decided to make tessera with pictures of Battlecruisers and Aiur on the back, and one might have misplaced money out of ones' father's wallet in order to procure the article which gave one 10 hours of play/internet time. HBO Europe's Hackerville featured the location in one of its scenes, now become a hair salon, and also the currently active PC-bag called loolish, a name reminiscent of the GTA/Manhunt gang looneys. Bankus Knees makes for an excellent name for a member of the Loonies, or perhaps a pseudonym/username to write on online forums and blogs under --for someone whose real name is Markus Banks (Banc Marcus)
While walking from the vallemaggian town called Bignasco up-mountain towards the Madonna del Monte on December 27th, at ten seconds to 10 PM a meteorite could be seen glowing neon green, causing daylight-tier brightness as it disintegrated into fragments. Here, Mike 'Checkered' Schwarz, ex-leader and founder of checkered-shirt gang (until someone, rumor has it Simona from Casa Martini unconsensually relieved him of his checkered boxershorts) regularly bumped into Francesca --co-founder of thermos gang (twas with thermos-in-hand that they met for the first time)-- to unilaterally exchange coincidence anecdotes (1 for every time they met & 1 for every day they haven't). Casa Martini's young cook, who looked like he might have been the twin of the the person whose account and money got Vivax a TL+ gift (and who roleplayed GTA San Andreas on a site called Blackgun => noir), and who had piercings and a gemini tattoo (even though the sun was probably optically speaking as seen from earth whiling in the constellation cancer at the time of his birth, instead), wore a Lil Nas X shirt more often than not.
On March 20 2023 17:19 Minely wrote: subzerolatency - timetravel ... EZsense(i) / EZsensesicle - easy sense translates to Leichtsinn in german, which means carelessness. The way an icicle that has formed on a mountainous protuberance over a street can become a danger when it gets warm again and it might fall on someone (had one fall a couple of steps away from me), recklessness can stack into a hazard.
Alternative spellings: SuB7eRoCooLaTeNCy, EZsenseC[KaL]
Ticino is the canton in Switzerland that has Italian as its official language. Aizen Sousuke was the first major arc villain in Bleach, the manga/anime, part of the Gotei 13 of which 12 were taichos, meaning captains.
.. teaching artificial/augmented intelligence innocence for a living.
There's a board at the main bus station where people can post their ad for free, I'd just have to translate this into french and german and print it (free of charge at cyber base) and stick it up there. I would go for it if I wasn't proficient already, seeing as how getting translated (+phonetic transcription) creative input is surely among the best ways to learn the basics of a language & attain fluency without losing enthusiasm. I'd have to get a bank account, though. They can pay me in TL+ once in a while, too, but how do I meet up with them to receive the cash capital? Hmm.
I guess I have to resort to challenging people to cash games of mortal kombat. There's a 'weldom' shop that has a retro midway-game collection arcade with mk, mkii, ultimate mk3 and even wizard of wor on it. The loser has to pay the winner 10 balle --they won't be pleased when in my case that'll be swiss francs, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Once I have enough clients I can hook up a joint interaction via hosting a game of forum mafia, where every player receives the writing-prompt-compliant text of another, and has to do my job of translating it adequately or get booted out. Then all I have to translate are the ones those with a mafia role PM got, in order to provide them with a cheat sheet/safety.
I forgot to recommend this song to a Pierce Brosnan lookalike called Jeremeow I met yesterday, sat à côté du anchor to eat half two kebaps and fries with after he saw me excavate a baby coconut's innards I picked on account of it having hung low on a palm tree in good company of others next to a Hindu temple --I was surprised at the amount and quality of the water this giant bacterial spore had to spare for my thirst's quenching and the delightful taste and consistency of the flesh; now I know where to find emergency drinking water as well as food (scouted out 4-5 mango trees I can shake)-- and got told namaste as a farewell, so, for a short while, the thought of him being a tainted-coconut-induced hallucination resurfaced, but then we brushed it off on account of reaching the momentarily feasable-seeming conclusion of that being impossible due to it's supposedly being a buddhism-related expression.. and Hindu orchard coconut induced hallucinations don't speak buddhistic paroles, but now that I research it on wikipedia I'm not so sure.
The Bob's week in france episode where Weebl smokes opium and obeys the commands of a levitating banana is now private => no fitting escort-video for mood disambiguation, unless you know the one, I mean, I'm sure of the contrary, of it being a customary Hindu non-contact manner of respectfully greeting and honouring a person or group, used at any time of day. It is found on the Indian subcontinent, and among the Nepalese and Indian diaspora. Namaste is usually spoken with a slight bow and hands pressed together, palms touching and fingers pointing upwards, thumbs close to the chest. This gesture is called añjali mudrā; the standing posture incorporating it is pranamasana.. so it very well makes sense of it having been a psychotic episode. But if he wasn't real who payed for the kebap and fries? I only gave him 10 francs even though he said it was his treat, to compensate for the amount he expressed lack of having anticipated having to pay as he was fast-paced-french-conversing with the vendors, who on my return back to my tent asked me «ç’a été?». In my incapability not to embarrass myself I said «Oui, mercy beaucoup. Soirée!» instead of «Ç’a été bien, mercy beaucoup. BONNE soirée!»
One might be tricked to think this mistake would've happened on the french polynesian island as well, since french is french and I am me, but I don' think so. Best believe, if it'd been there, my french would've been perfect and wouldn't have had to rely on strange yet jolly figments of my imagination and pseudo-charitable organization for food, social interaction and inspiration for blog posts.
Bit too high a dürer, Action; closer to the chest.
On March 24 2023 15:05 Minely wrote: impossible due to it'sits supposedly being a buddhism-related
I liked the moon more before its DT-mimicking inter-Sol-Terra transit, when it looked like a paraglider. I even named my contribution to the TL Mafia Community thread after it, but conversation started with an observation pertaining to how nice the (as-I-now-have-come-to-know) Ramadan-heralding moon --currently-- looked. Since reading something about the month of Ramadan being the time to be generous and charitable with your fellow human I wonder how that'll work in my favor --nothing to report as of yet, as as-per-usual chantings' acoustic emancipation is emanating from the mosque.
There's an area quite near called terre rouge, ReD.Terra, where I wanted to place my tent, and will, maybe today, finally, muster the initiative to do so, moving away from the beachvolleyball court, where I can't manage to get people to play mafia in-tandem, without positive reinforcement from you. I'm writing this not on a Terra computer, with which the room behind me is endowed, but an acer veriton; reading what I've written on a lenovo (busses are called alterneo) ThinkVision. Farts are no problem, the wind quickly dissipates any stink, as opposed to when you are trapping farts by wearing two pants --due to cold and unwillingness to spend unfairly-hard-earned and scarce money on winter pantsl-- not to mention in sleeping bags; coming up with clown names like Fartin Leod, to ease the resulting neuroses to miserably ruminate about.
Bankus Knees and Fartin Leod. One was a clown, the other was a loony. Fotzblitz, this other guy I also met yesterday, Nicolas, a heavyweight was hanging in front of the stadium's bathroom and started talking at me as I was done brushing my teeth, exiting. Even came after my it-ignoring self to keep me from being on my way to weldom. Managed to get me to turn around and hear what he had to say, in a very stereotypical-for-supposed-homosexual-people way. Something about him being intelligent and liking to help people, boiling down to offering me a place to sleep and to meet up for a 'pero'--apparently an expression for a meal and drink. I didn't mind a human to play on the arcade with, so after I said I refuse charity but could compensate for such hospitality via english translations we played some WoW and he promised me he would git gud at MK for future outdukings.
As I play mk3 because he's had enough of losing, he keeps as-if-hypo-boned-leaning on the arcade, saying he's glad he's met me, asking if I'm glad to have met him, index-fingering my belly at one point, at which point I set straight boundaries, and he says he's not gay, and I say I don't believe in what is commonly referred to as being gay, and he starts explaining it to me as if I had expressed ignorance on the definition of what is commonly referred to as being gay, adding that he likes everyone, mantra-repeating it. I think I manage to explain to him why I don't believe a male person would generally prefer a male person for intimate interaction, citing examples of how the symptomatic appearance of such preference may still be in a person's better interest, which helps the duplicitous appearance of the phenomenon's existence spread nevertheless --like how if a person wants to migrate from a country where they supposedly persecute homosexuals to the death to a part of the world where in the bureaucratic sense e has no right to stay, e can claim that sending h back would be like murder, so the geographic maneuver's chance of success grows, or via marriage among gendersakes-- though, before he parted on (as I believe) good terms and I may yet get to not regret having met and told him about TL.net.
Computers are called surf, here; this is surf 18. Talked to the surfshop vendor about my predicament, and he said he's got swiss brodudes dropping by from time to time --might be my lucky day and I get to suh one, if I go check; might even buy a board, decide my attitude will be fuck it and stay (ambition to leap donezoed). Cuz, like, Zenith Sirius, brah'. The brightest star is right above.. sounds like how it should be, doesn't it.
Canopus, Alpha Centauri & Hadar, southern cross, the nebulae and starclusters in the previously-unavailable-for-stargazing portion of the milky way, magellanic clouds, etc., I bet they all look pretty nice through one of those telescopes I saw whilst promenading to the mango tree, three days ago. With 800 for a board and 420 for a telescope (wouldn't be necessary if I could gain access to the shop at night, as the exposed ones have a clear southern view; I could tell the lady didn't care about astronomy so maybe I could get her job, as unlikely as it seems) gone, I'd still have 420 to buy shit I need/want (like tickets to that hip hop gig, tomorrow, skateboardandshoeswouldbenice) for years to come.
There was a spaceflight-themed promotion in the Resega commercial center in Lugano, where one could find that if one pressed the giant red mushroom button to lift off a virtual rocket, one got a coupon with a 500 francs price reduction at the purchase of an electric bike or trottinette at Z(aibatsu)-bike with 4 days left of its validity. I've been meaning to get the cheapest one, 700 or so, before leaving, but since I was going to fly away, and the airline has a strict no-electric-trottinette boarding policy I was gonna exchange it for skateshoes, but this guy, Dylan didn't wright back to me on TL in time. For some reason I haven't noticed that there's no barcode on it, like on the the other, more minor winning coupon. I would've had to be my persuasive self to convert the piece of carton into the casual means of urban transportation I would've otherwise used to get up-and-down mountain and get heavy in the process, no doubt. Like /In fatness.
11:30 is free meal time at the association St. Therese on Tuesday and Thursday, therefore I bounce (my golfball off stuff on the way --once I get a skateboard I'll incorporate gimmicking with it for extra pizzazz), but I have to say I really like this Zenith stuff. With the sunset comes Sirius, and, by the time it rises, the center of the galaxy plays centerstage. I don't know how you guys in the northern hemi can warrant staying locally put, but the police is pretty nice here, man. Some dude comes by my tent at 2 in the morning, so I get out and greet him as 3 of his mates come closer. They start complaining about the rubbish these volleyballers and bums left, and I agree it kinda stinks we can live in a supposed civilized society and such negligence and mannerlessness still pervades. I reckon & tell them I could go to town hall and offer my cleaning services in exchange for two meals a day at Lee's, and ask for the time as they're leaving. 5 minutes later I see my tent's walls light up, so I go out again and there are two cops dressed as civilians but wearing kevlar asking me if everything is alright.
I tell them some dude came by, stopped like 3 meters away from my tent and took a piss (while I try my best to unload in public bathrooms I might've been caught too out of bounds to make it in time a couple of times so there might've been a proverbial element of karma) and there's a bunch of garbage lying around on account of trashbin overburdening going on (two pizza cardboards and a plastic bags with 4 green mangos I collected at the market --but discarded due to having gathered way nicer ones on my hike towards Cilaos I cut short at 1 3rd of the way and headed back the preceding day-- being my bad), but other than that peachy. They get in their car as I come knocking because I didn't want a lingering misunderstanding of it having been one of the 4 dudes, cuz Yuri happened like 5 days ago --I didn't know if I should get out and knock the bum out or what; guess I wasn't aware of my resolution to punish any act of with-me-fuckery right then.. I need that part of myself to boot up lest tuck tail pussy out like fool me once before I'll rip the next (hoping for it to be the same) guy a cluster of assholes.
Guys show quite the skill at the skatepark next to the Hindu temple and shops like Atlas(t you've arrived in paradise) & Co. within the commercial complex, where substance sundown can be savored in unison --colors much stomapodaic, I like-- for good posture-out-straightening effect. There's also a Whale (a spot where the cliffs entrap the waves and pressure them into a powerful, high surgeysir).
Meanwhile, with the sky looking like Castor was about to out-dribble his twin in a celestial game of footballs by doing a rainbow of both mars and the moon, straight north of the island of Les Saints Réunis' south side's capital city of Saint Pierce Brosnan's Antarctica-facing surfing spot, in a club called Monkey's (formerly Dalon's?) --just up-Auguste-Babet-street from Rex's Cinema Adventures & a place formerly called The Alibi, and quite a bit down-Auguste-Babet-street from the-catholic-school-called-Saint-Charles' church-hugging encampment, where I, not long ago, peacefully took a shit and one week prior found, washed and ate a huge, ripe mango; on account of the place being deserted on weekends--, nr. 12 from the death proof soundtrack was playing, to sink in the fact that 12 player slots but not which of 13 are death-proof sure to still be in the game come dawn of Day 1.
TL;DR: That means one of them will be taken out of circulation tonight.[enco.re]
Everybody writes a retort to a writing prompt and speaks one for another within a PM to the host, upon which role PMs get randomized and sent out. Based on a selection (minus that of Mafiosi, SK and Power Roles), The SK and Mafia get to choose which input's originator to hinder from future participation in the game, by ending in votes for least, and next-to-least favorite back to the host.
SK will enjoy a certain 1-shot death-proofability, whereas the Veteran needs to acquire it akin to how the Doc needs to get tutored by the host on h taste regarding what the players write/speak, ghostwriting their target's input accordingly in order to rescue them from retirement. [/enco.re]
will be loaded with fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events might not be entirely coincidental, though, as seeking out the most worthwhile inspiration leads me to investigate facts (to base it on) & portray genuine people --for bonus relevance. Setup is clutch and estimated to function as a cup to hold said sublime flavor AND proverbial water for future arguing in favor of the inclusion into a hall of superlative tubularity.
13 Player slots start off into Night 0, after they've fed the TL-resident, artificial/augmented/alien intelligence a representative's voice's characteristics via a short introductory .ogg, uploaded onto dropbox and direct-link embedded between audio tags.
If highlighting the setup would be paramount, the game name would differ, and I'd bid you potentials: Welcome To on-demand-to-avocation-tutored Doc & Vet led Town vs. speaking-prompt Judge, Jury & Retirer Mafia vs. writing-prompt Judge, Jury & Retirer Serial Killer, Audio Forum Mafia
... last-minute before cyber base closed, hung around the skatepark to gather animus, then proceeded via Restaurant RAPiDe Chez Lee's to loiter around the Monkey's/Downtown area, hoping to see some magic unfurl, and it kind of did.
Volluminous input lost due to closed incognito tab; Re-Writing To Be Continued
On March 28 2023 16:35 Minely wrote: colors much stomaTOpodaic, I
Like, Re: St. Charles' School For Gifted Forum Mafiosi inspired blog post salvaging continuation, the street Downtown is on is called rue des Bons Enfants. It non plus ultras not in Kid Discount, as googlemaps would have you believe, but in a park that has overwhelmingly meta wall art featuring a rabbit (Babet)-- spraying and writing on the wall, whereas Kid is where Le Alibi is shown to be, on the corner of Innocent Children & Augustin (no doubt a brother of Dustin Hoffman's character Raymond and Charlie) Babet. Therefore, it became clear how the setup needs to reflect this => in the form of the N0-downed playerslot becoming a confirmed town slot, maybe even for me to replace into and play along, while the retired become(s) the host/taester, appeal-&-aesthetics dictator.
The choice for Doc and Veteran solidified on account of there being a club/fast-food joint called Diamond next to Downtown, and a pharmacy with a fancy electrocardiogram-animation-featuring cross, further to the left. Monkey's has a gargoyle-reminiscent decoration of three monkey heads wearing crowns and doing the mafia gestures of covering their eyes, ears and mouth situated over the entrance. Then comes Buddashnikov, a tattoo parlor owned by the SK, because that's what became of the Guy Pierce's character from Christopher N0lan's Memento, facing Mobalpa --the sponsors' & A.I.'s crib.
Goofing around with golfball, I felt I wanted to talk to this german-speaking 1-dude-trio I last saw entering Downtown &, later, a beardedigger, Sido-song-along-singing to fast-food vendors at Pacha --siamesed to Monkey's. But instead of offering to give a gonzo English lesson and filling them in on the on-one-side educated-guessing/puzzle, creativity-&-delivery parading and deception/survival on-the-other game of voice forum mafia projected to take place, as impetus to conspire together on filling the playerslots with ppl, go to Monkey's and persuade them to compensate me for the stylish gravity that assembled us with a sterling exchange rate, upon which I could've bought some food at RAPiD's, I only wound up correcting a korean-looking kiddo, who was hysterically hollering bonjour monsieur from the balcony, by saying bonsoir back.
A propos de flavor, the way to pitch Death Proof to someone for their viewing pleasure is to quote Mr. Brown quasi-monologue from the opening scene of Pulp Fiction referencing Madonna's Like a Virgin but with Cars. Stuntman Mike's is the fuckmachine, whereas Kawalski's is the John Holmes motherfucker. Lightning McQueen from Disney/Pixar's Cars is called Flash McQueen in France, btw. What if ASLs where Flash seemed to be absent had Flash play in the stead of certain other progamers, and the rest had to figure out who & stop him by voting out the suspected surrogates, as part of a mafia game, thus, being left with superior chance at winning themselves. Last season it might have been both RoyaL AND ASL14ChampRush, whereas this time it might be 0 he's shadowing
/ghostplaying for. And by.FlaSh I mean ToSsGirL, who 이영호 has been a puppet for all along . . . I mean why would 김명운 choose to change names to + Show Spoiler [Queen] +
Open your mind-controlled eyes.
Let the horizon lean forward. Take the space to place new steps of change.
FlaShfans screamin like they're panickin but ToSsGirL[KaL] is stacking ching, ching.. you think you a king? RoyaL, best start vacatin. ToSsGirL[KaL] tha ace in hurr. This ain't fake it's real for sure, keeping all a y'all astir, making all the puppets purr.
On March 27 2023 15:53 Minely wrote: How could one even begin to express how boss FBH looks[enco.re], as opposed to some of them pseudo-surgeons. Uncertainty abounds as to whom Bisu & Co. were operating on, right then, interrupted by the needed to take a short photobrake[/enco.re]; no wonder that concentration of females gathered at his feet for the pose.
On March 30 2023 15:26 tinkertots wrote: At Tinker Tots, we are proud to be recognized as one of the best preschools in Ahmedabad. We achieve this by providing a nurturing environment for young children to grow, learn and explore their curiosities. Our curriculum is designed to help each child develop their unique talents and interests, while preparing them for future academic success. Our team of experienced teachers and staff are passionate about early childhood education, and we strive to provide a safe, supportive and stimulating learning environment. We believe that the early years of a child's life are critical for their overall development, and we are committed to providing the highest quality education and care for our students.tinkertots.in
Nice tetrahedron, but if these children weren't playing pretend ninja/surgeon, it means you pressed upon them the supposed-anti-covid19 song and dance,
which the optical sense littering, screaming color explosion you got going might out-hystericize, still --something no innocent child deserves; shame on you if you're running a covert hyper-juvenile-delinquency penitentiary, too.
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