There's a promotional Corsair stand on Hubert Delisle boulevard featuring a VR booth for passers-by to get talked into exploring Lyon & maybe win 2 return-tickets. I refrained from inserting myself on account of my appearance; even though my white shorts are so extremely spotty one could be momentarily fooled to think it's by design (nobody would want to walk around like that) --not even sure if it's primarily mango or coconut-envelope juice, but it's impossible to get out with just shower gel and nail scratches. 'Tis where I first saw brown cockroaches bigger than any black ones, in Lyon, that are abundant here as well, immediately once I set foot off the train station, night notwithstanding. It's but a (used-to-be-)free evening-train-ride to Geneva, where I could get my money unchained and be back in time to check out what free food the muslims give out on sunday evenings (as I've overheard an overdressed hoboalike tell the mobile psychiatric unit's representative who just sat around watching people get their buttered, cheesed, patéd or nutellad piece of bread they're entitled to until 9 o-clock, after which it's dig-in time on the leftovers.. this morning at Abbe Pierre's --same dude who gets painted on the Emmaus walls to facilitate the emergence of nightmares starring him-- joint, called Boutique de Solidarité; the existence of 2 of which I am aware of, in St. Denis & St. Pierre).
At about 7:30 PM, traditionally an old woman, lovingly dubbed Madam bread would drive her white car up to the sidewalk, where over-dresser, among others await being handed out a sandwich and some sweet, baked stuff, but I only got to see her once, when she said something about an anniversary to happen the next day, upon which Monsieur bread and his lady escort took over and unloaded more generously --sometimes a second sandwich and lots of pieces of cake. There's something diabolic about gifting poor homeless people sugar-heavy food, but I could never say no once it's shoved in my face, nothing but passivity required to acquire it. Black forest cherry cake slices cost 4,20, so in just 3 days I must've eaten the other-type-of-cake-and-pastry equivalent of ~30 euros. I like having 30 posts, and there's no way I'm stuffing more into my blog. Therefore, this is going to start off either a profile-page-only or self-mail thing..meh.
On March 02 2023 04:38 GMarshal wrote: for one last hurrah.
Being the only one writing in my blog, it's not that I don't find it pathetic but then something happens like I find myself looking at the keyboard BLUESTORK Ref:BS-PACK-FIRST-II/F Rating 5V~2mA Only for home and office use Made in P.R.C. S/N:CMD5847000372 CE trash
and I open the PM I wrote myself from a smurf account called red.EMPshun, I made at the library. Complementary Post-Commentary on ReD.TeRRaN JyJ vs DiN0SToRK[GM] (ASL 15, Ro.24, Group F, Match 2 on Heartbreak Ridge from March 8, 2023) + Show Spoiler [Should-be-sponsor] +
Centre Culturel Lucet Langoleniers
the southern wall of which is adorned by.graffiti starring Tychickenus
You'll avoid a lot of damage And enjoy the fun of managing The facts of life They shed a lot of Light
" @TB.. 42:57 Idk who Vincent Delareux is but he simply (added pics, tho) uploaded the mashup I put on soundcloud onto youtube without crediting + Show Spoiler +
Enter Sayle , the missing element in the race distribution to complete the casting constellation. Stork supposedly was his fav
On April 10 2023 14:56 Alakaslam wrote: Why do people ask questions pertaining to recovery of their information, assume that others know what information that is, then when asked for a clue to that end, peace out for months?
Why do I do the same thing, then rudely ask why others do it?
Bonus: why will I peace out from this post in all likelihood?
Did you do the same thing?
Have I done the same thing? Did my prediction fail?
Do I lack self control?
..urrhgh.. newest addition like "If I'd open a new blog thread titled 'Prolly the BeSt 1-tar blog' containing the (now become pseudo-)following OP, will it become an addition to the portfolio of Arcanonite prophecies that came true?" would not be ideal; attention whoring and somesuch, idk.
What I'm saying is I figure this quasi-magic resonance is enough for me, even if nobody seems to give a shit enough to write out words in reply to my content.
Arcanon (Arcano/Arcanone) = superpowerless, because ..
Arcana = to have (3rd person singular of avoir =) a superpower that lays dormant|anchor|hidden even from the warrior chosen --indicated as such by the dragon tattoo-- to fight for Earthrealm in Mortal Kombat|/anchor|, until it manifests when it is discovered.
.. (non =) no moderator-powered account ever posted in the Liquid Arcanon News [0]Paper (there was a ban, though). Yet another prophecy that holds true to this day.
On March 08 2017 03:16 N0 wrote: I feel like my chicken is going to play a vital role in legends of the past.. like dragons and stuff
As a disclaimer, my input does not cater to truth seekers. I shall use this thread to echo wishful elucubrations, confabulatory thinking back towards the source of the dysappeasing failure to harness the means we, the starcraft-enlightened have at our disposal & transform superlative potential for worthwhile interaction on TL into reality. I tell you to wake up via the contrast to the beautiful dreams I lead the way to becoming too bare to bear.
On December 24 2018 02:02 AllHailHydraGod wrote: [enco.re]+ Show Spoiler +
You thought there'd be a game announcement, didn't you? Instead, it's just an image and now you're sad. Aww [enco.re]Well snap out of it and rejoice because it is the announcement of an upcoming game: [T][M] Poker Mafia
Scum choose a deck's card sequence before each dayphase and paste it in a PM to inform the host / croupier. Mafia and texas hold'em poker are played in-tandem throughout the game, using the voting thread to announce folds, calls and raises. The host incorporates the order in which the cards are discarded into the sequence and keeps dealing accordingly upon deck exhaustion.
If mafiosi abuse their card knowledge too much it might raise suspicion, nevertheless a secondary objective is to win as many chips as possible while still securing their faction's victory.
By the end of Night [insert # of initial mafiosi], if the mafia is still alive then all town players will PM me their educated guess as to the identity of the remaining mafia players. More correct guesses from living town players than mafiosi left alive means the mafia lost the game.
Signups open till or full (12 players). PM me to sign up, and shhhhh. Keep it on the DL cuz snitches gon' snitch, and it's TL Mafia getting the stitches, not them, for shame.[/enco.re]
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This is the event the celebration of which your birth, CaRMiN0 serves as a memento for or the other way around --your posts might/will have inspired the revelation of this holy, chimerical approach to disambiguate how to render forum mafia superlatively worthwhile; it's troublesome to tell.+ Show Spoiler [On March 08 2017 03:16 N0 wrote] +
... A Jada Pinkett Smith lookalike is working the reception desk, and Roger Stone --in retrospect I refuse to even consider the possibility of it having been a lookalike-- was told they look exactly 100% like Donald Trump's ex-advisor Roger Stone, today, btw. He was standing right next to + Show Spoiler [Tony-Corleone-style-alike] +
[QUOTE]On November 20 2016 01:44 Race Bannon wrote: - - - P M
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heard you like KeSPAghetti Try Tony's Spaghetti and get meatballs for free. Eh eh ehh
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S P A C E - - - "I got a guy for everything" ~ AnthonyZaibatsu Corleone
Secours Catholique guy's guy for converting swiss francs into euros. Apparently, his swiss guy is scared of me robbing his ass, so I need the CAF bank to greenlight my demand for a credit card after a consideration period of a week where a team of monkeys working part-time on god knows what picture me giving it my all to be lucrative, as opposed to a drag further into the red.. and approve for him to wire me the euros while I hand him my baal cash.
On April 22 2023 19:51 ReD.eMPSHuN wrote: ... so I need the CAF bank to greenlight my demand for a credit card after a consideration period of a week where a team of monkeys working part-time on god knows what picture me giving it my all to be lucrative, as opposed to a drag further into the red.. and approve for him to wire me the euros while I hand him my baal cash.
Yeah; four complimentary-to-service-provided-to-clients-,- -not-the-likes-of-me-,- -as-I -was-told-after-the-third-but-asked-for-and-got-greenlighted-one-more-upon-communicating-my-intentions-to-get-a-bank-account teas I've consumed, i.e., cost them, so far.
On April 17 2023 20:08 Minely wrote: *notes "7 probes is the magic number" ~Nyoken; ~7 minutes into Vermeer game
On April 17 2023 19:43 Minely wrote: [action.re] ..What else I got in my Inbox? Wow, I forgot to send the last peace, 'twas juicy and now I don't recall. Cash converters is a store Bons-Enfants-vis-a-vis the pharmacy.
Anyway, managed to change 100 CHF with 0 loss of value, btw. Was 7 minutes en retard for flawless conversion of all, but the guy who the guy knew that the guy from Secours Catholique hooked me up with didn't wait up for me to limp-on-account-of-skin-cancer-on-foot-or-something late to the rendezvous. I even went to "bed" hungry because I was another 7-ish minutes short of arriving in time to get fed--now Madam is back; fast-forward: no sandwich yesterday but the muslims aced the dish. Too bad my fellow hobos stink really bad and I have to wait in line amidst, right after sunset --'d rather be gazing at it from behind the surfspot. Hmm..
Re: Radio video I embedded, what if the green silverado that was supposedly stolen (outside the house of the listener who sent in the announcement) / misplaced (on account of inebriation) & the subsequent intervention from the associate to let DJ Bomba Tomba know it was found was code for the whole Crimea situation about to unfold in the future?
There's a sandwicherie --not far from a closed Shawarmerie called KGB-- I oversaw a bunch of sandwiches thrown in the trash by, next to a store called free and (basically in-between free and..) across from something called Point Muta I asked whether I could have some and the vendor lady said yes but the association guy already took everything even though it wasn't yet the time from her answer to my previous inquiry pertaining to when it closes, so I ask whether I can come tomorrow 7 minutes or so earlier and a gladness expressing affirmative was her retort. Nevertheless, as I come the next day, someone else is preparing to close with a cornucopia of stuff still there saying she can't give me any of it. I forlorn-walk away only to return a couple of minutes later because there's still time to kill till Pain makes his/her appearance, and I oversee a bag being handed personally to the trash disposal service worker from under the halfway lowered metal curtain. Maybe they don't want me analyzing the meat and find that it's human, like in that Russian Mafia mission from GTA2, Hot Dog Homicide![/action.re]
Not counting the ones that take off and land here I've seen 0 airplanes in the sky. What that did for my posture, against all other odds, my metroactichiraptor notbot friend is unlike anything I could hope therapy can do. Odds, like, right now, overdresser has got the air conditioner on 17 degrees and wind overdrive, which'll result in stiffness for the next two or tree days, to complement my soar throat --which apparently tai chi guy also has, judging by the scarf he put around his, so it might have been on account of something in the food we share (St. Therese & Pain --doesn't seem to know or care about the other sources).
Turns out CAF decided to need something like an electricity bill, but I caught the allegedly lower-hierarchy representative saying the CCAS can issue an equivalent document that might suffice, upon having slipped away to convene with someone or pretending to, twice, for the people waiting in line at my 6 to watch me demonstrate how it's best to get another cup of tea in these situations. But I couldn't get a domiciliation at CCAS because I already had one at B de S before I shoved the resiliation document I had them make for me in the face of the CCAS representative, only to be told that the guy who does domiciliations will be here tomorrow (today) morning, at the earliest.
I should get to it, instead of channeling my hate for overdresser, who is using the brittle bandwitdth to watch football matches, sigh, smack his lips, blows and make hand-gestures suggesting he's displeased whenever the internet hiccups even for him, in-tandem on account of being unable to remove all the background programs which the administration leaves to automatically start up --for LOLs; no doubt.
Yesterday evening, I tried to procure free food from 4 sources, as I've found out how to approach solving the problem I laid out in the quotes of the previous post: one has to wait for the trash/association guy to come and pick up the plastic bag(s) and intercept him with a request to give some up --'twas by coincidence that I wound up strolling along in the area when the guy, passenger in the truck that another was driving came by & woman too was entering the premises by mistake or design, wound up rushing in and verbally flooding him, even cheering me on to grab some of the loot.
Alas, out of the tetrafecta, something no hobo in history ever attempted, I only got 2, for I was late to Pain's after having been to Dallie --chilling at the vis-a-vis stuffing chicken and mayo sandwitch in my piehole, I saw the croix rouge hearse drive by, but didn't manage to score a shrimp aroma soup from them, either.