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  • My brain is weird when I'm tired, man. I get really honest about how horny I am and regret posting anything emotionally revealing, then when I get up the next day it's the opposite. Also my laptop's about to die so I guess it's bedtime boiiiis
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    Random Adam
    Random Adam
    I can relate, goodnight
    Crescent-Moon Villager
    Crescent-Moon Villager
    Sleep deprivation has the same effect on the brain as alcohol consumption
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    That's what I thought. So, I guess now we know that I'm a lovey-dovey, horny-morny drunk.
    Why do girls have smaller feet by default? What the hell kind of evolutionary dis/advantage would that even have?

    ...Well I mean I guess it's kinda sexy.

    .......that right there's probably the reason isn't it.
    Just a Wario Fan
    Just a Wario Fan
    I thought they have smaller feet because woman are on average shorter, thus less heavy, so their feet need less surface area?
    Robin
    Robin
    Yes, because they're smaller overall
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    have you ever seen anyone say something like "aw hell yeah this guy's got giant fuckin' clown feet" though.

    Even if you DID like that, though, If you said so, you'd probably be given a few *questionable glances* by anyone who'd been on the internet long enough.
    I don't know about you, but I'd be much more afraid of Snowmiser than Heatmiser. At least when you do something that pisses off Heatmiser he immediately flares up and shouts at you. Not so with Snowmiser. With him I'd imagine he'd just keep acting all jovial and jokey in response to everything, until suddenly he *doesn't,* and as someone who can only read emotions through body language and verbal responses, the idea of that is terrifying to me. I'd much rather work for Heatmiser. ...especially because his little workers are so cute uwu

    Well, actually, they're probably about as tall as my mother, and just look small in comparison, because Mrs. Claus in that movie is *tall,* nigga, and Heatmiser's still about a head and a half taller. Which brings me back to Snowmiser being more imposing than him, because he in and of himself is a head and a half taller than Heatmiser, speaking in terms of their heads and not a regular sized person. The man would be taller than the room I'm sitting in right now (Heatmiser would reach the curtain rod, probably).

    Dammit I did it again: I originally typed this at 5:40pm.
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    ...god, I'd totally dig dating one of the heat imps. One of the higher-pitched voices that you hear in the song.
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    i didn't know text could give me an ulcer
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    I did. It's happened before. Usually it's whenever I commit a faux pas-- a side effect of having The Auts. Sometimes I'm unintentionally creepy, or physically aggressive towards my brother in a public space-- nothing serious, mind you, I just push him around, mostly-- but I always try to apologize immediately after.
    ...the longer I go without a response the less flippant and jokey my responses will get, and the more I want to cry, as I found out that last time. But, I guess I should be thankful that I'm getting to be more self-aware and in-tune with my emotions.

    ((Wait, which part, the part where I say Snowmiser's just a little over one story tall or the part where I want to fuck an imp--))
    I dreamed that the Scooby gang was taking refuge from some gaggle of evil folks, and these farmer-type guys, dressed in all-blue versions of that Chinese outfit that Gohan wore at the beginning of DBZ, told them they could stay with them, because since they were farmers, they could use their go-to crop for anything to help them out. The building they stayed in looked like the run-down shack the WWI Flying Ace sneaks into when behind enemy lines in France, but in the *style* of the buildings of Apotos from Sonic Unleashed. Once everybody was inside, the farmer guys started laying what were essentially scaled-up dry spaghetti noodles on all the shingles, covering every place the enemy could come from, so that they would slip on them like they were logs on a river. After that was done, they used these same noodles as blankets, grabbing a pile and distributing it over themselves like you'd spread out a deck of cards.

    Note: this post is from literally 2:30pm and I forgot to finish writing it.
    Hmmmm, the Intro and the Ending themes for Best Friends Forever may follow the same leitmotif, I've realized. While playing this one preset along to the Ending theme, I ended up playing some of the notes from the Intro, and they pretty much match up.
    Fun fact: when I'm working in Polyphone, when I need to get a sound to play the proper tone, I play (anywhere between the first 2 to) the first 9 beats of the Crescent Moon Village bass line (E, E G, G A, A B A G A E) if I want to get it right, without fail. It's really useful for nailing the location of where the root key should be, because it spans the majority of an entire octave, I know all the keys involved (and it sounds cool hehe).
    In other words, instead of searching for C, I search for E, then when I think I've found it, move up 3 notes and play that. If I hear the next note of the progression, then I know I've found the moon, and can calculate how many spaces to move the root key.
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    If it sounds a bit off when I think I've found E, I'll move the root by one more, and as a bonus effect I'll know which direction to move the root in terms of octaves as well.
    I'll be the candle, eh?
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    You know, they should've suspected that Arthur was going to be the next Santa, considering how much he took after his dad, and Steve took after his mom, in the ways they behaved and looked at problems (which is a subtle detail that you only realize after thinking about it).

    So... Arthur's going to be on his... 5th mission, this year? 6th?
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    Xx_THE_GERAT_WALUIGI_xX
    tahutoa-san is maximum g3y confirmed
    I just typed out the word minuscule, and for the life of me I have apparently never seen this word written out enough to know that it is not spelled miniscule.

    In other news, I'm helping beta test Polyphone 2.0, because Davy has won my heart with his lovely little handy dandy .sf2 creator.

    Also fuck me I STILL want a handy dandy notebook, 16 goddamn years later. IT'S A NOTEBOOK SHAPED LIKE A CHAIR, and I mean, anything Steve said was useful had to be useful-- as any young child knows, the man was a god among men. But as we all know, Elijah must be carried on the chariot of fire to heaven, leaving his protege Elisha to continue his legacy
    He grimaced! Made a face! Didn't like the sound that was comin' out of his own head!
    but he was just a toy.
    Maybe he was wired different! who knows?!
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    The fact that dude still had most of the color in his mustache during the story makes me feel like it took place a good 15-20 years before he told it to the granddaughter.
    Now to go to bed with 'can't believe it's christmas' stuck in my head and hopefully not wake up in cold sweats or have nightmares or w/e.

    thankfully i seem to sleep okay no matter what's going on but in my current situation, in the face of such uncertainty when my future college attendance could very well be at stake, i JUST do not know. This probably won't happen next semester with even the slightest chance, because I'm going to be doing production techniques and music history, so that shouldn't be too bad, considering my past star student status in ART history. ...the fact that I was a star student in a class like that doesn't make my current failure seem like i've fallen from grace, but rather that my past achievement was a sham-- i've finally come up against something that i couldn't get past and it was ALL because i couldn't keep m'fuckin head on straight for AN HOUR. AN HOUR EVERY DAY THAT'S ALL I NEEDED TO DO, JUST ONE STRAIGHT HOUR, i'm a sham, jesus christ, why am i so prideful i don't fuckin' deserve to think so highly of myself on a subconscious level. SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU AREN'T GREAT, STOP PUFFING YOURSELF UP WHEN YOUR PRECIOUS EGO IS CHALLENGED YOU STUPID POMPOUS FOOL. And yet, I can not. I can only see that bullshit for what it is and hope my willpower is strong enough to not let my brain indulge in something that'll get it precious endorphins, but i already know it won't, because I AM WEAK. I'm fuckin' scared for my future right now man because I am still such an absolute child, and the best part is, just now, the thought of receiving advice made my caveman brain recoil in revulsion like the cocksucker it is, because IT'S A COWARD.

    I am so going to be a Starving Artist when I get older. I just want someone to hold when I go to sleep at night and I want to make MIDIs and post stupid shit on here, Twitter, and whatever the fuck else. I could probably repeat this proposed cycle for decades of my life and be fulfilled. Maybe go to some foreign countries-- the thought of which became so much more enticing at the thought of sharing that experience-- (and i'd bring my laptop for make the midi ekks-dee).

    "WE DO THAT FOR FORTY YEARS, AND THEN WE DIE. Now that sounds pretty good to me, whaddya say?"

    I'm sure I'll regret posting this, but for now, have a little bit of undisguised disdain, longing, and other forms of faggotry that reveal how much of a loser I am beneath all my charisma and SLIGHTLY above average skillset.
    My uncle is a great artist: he does woodburn engravings and a sculptor, and he worked at DART making styrofoam cups or smth ( ._ .)

    Although to be fair, he doesn't seem to be all that miserable, even if people make fun of him.
    I guess if I was in his exact position I wouldn't give a fuck either, because he lives in a house whose mortgage was probably paid off before I was born, in a clearing just outside of a bigass forest, and doesn't have to worry about shit. He has a daughter who lives in the house with him for most of the week, earns a modest living, and does what he likes.
    That doesn't sound like too bad of an existence, actually. OH YEAH. He's also got a hot girlfriend now, I forgot about her. I think she has like, 2, or maybe 1, child/ren? But she seems really damn cool, and from what I've heard her family has been a tremendous help for my kid cousin's morale.

    ...and you know how I am about good mothers. FUCK, I'm jealous. BUT at least I'm honest with myself about it. This guy's got it made (even if his beard looks dumb as shit).
    Robin
    Robin
    That wall of text would easily be best as a topic...
    Crescent-Moon Villager
    Crescent-Moon Villager
    You should consider talking with a therapist (this isn't a sarcastic comment this time, sorry if it sounds condescending)
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    i can't my next appointment's in January
    "This just makes me nervous Russell. Very nervous." Hey, that ties into that Angler fellow whose existence CM30 notified me of.

    I was gonna get to work on what will end up being a Christmas present for Jake, but as late as it is my weird, late-night frazzled mind (the one that brought you the borderline(?) cringey 5-Volt shit, God that will haunt me) is just going to plague me, and also my legs hurt because I won't stop getting taller which is annoying because I like tall girls (as you all know by now), but for some reason nobody in the medical business can seem to decide on how tall I am.

    HHHHHHHHHH
    Crescent-Moon Villager
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    In response to what, man, I cover like three topics here.

    If you refer to the first part, I was quoting Scooby-Doo and the Legend of the Vampire, in which the gang travels to Australia. The man who spoke the line is one of said Australian folks.
    Fucking Christ this final minute of the day feels like the moon coming down on Termina.


    Aaaand it's over. I officially can't turn anything else in, I don't think. On one hand, I fucking hate myself for being so goddamn weak that I couldn't play a few stupid-ass piano pieces that SHOULD last a good goddamn twenty seconds but end up taking up TWO MINUTES at worst. On the other, however, I ALMOST hope that I won't get the opportunity to submit something past this last deadline because I'm so afraid that I'll just slack off again.

    Plus they expected me to play Imagine by John Lennon and play a piece that lasted for 32 measures in 3/8 time and those both were gonna suck absolute dick to play.

    I'm gonna get a zero on four out of twenty-three assignments for this. Or a 'no credit,' or whatever-- meaning that'd be five out of twenty-three. God I was a horrid student for keyboard class, I feel so sorry for the teacher, that he had to see this dipshit in an orange Wiggles-ass sweater playing these pieces with the speed of a goddamn caveman who takes three seconds to remember how his fingers work every time he sees a new note.

    I don't even feel sorry for myself. not really. I just feel very nervous.
    My nigga, can you even IMAGINE playing piano AND getting graded for it?
    "Keyboard for the electronic musician" my ASS, this is fuckin PIANO CLASS W/ A FAKE SUSTAIN PEDAL and a FAKE PIANO, but it IS PIANO. And by God playing it for an arbitrary letter sucks shit. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT SUSTAIN PULSES, LET ME ENJOY MYSELF, GOD

    it'll be over in an hour though

    (and i won't have submitted all my assignments by then by a fucking long shot)
    One of my favorite facts about the Stooges is that they called Curly "Babe" as his nickname all his life, to the point where if Shemp's girlfriend, whom he called Babe, was present, Moe would have to use Curly in order to differentiate.
    Damn, you know what, it'd be really dope if someone threw together a comprehensive list of all the classical music used in SleepyCast, because then I could be one of those fags that puts together Spotify playlists, those ones with lyrical songs usually that actually fit with a theme pretty well just from the titles alone if the person putting them together is half decent at it (those ones that I only don't listen to because I'm insecure and can't get past the fear of seeming not masculine despite prefering my feminine side, but don't tell tahu I said that).

    But uh. I know there's:
    Rondo Alla Turca,
    Rhapsody in Blue,
    Clair de Lune,
    Moonlight Sonata,
    Fur Elise,
    Elvira Madigan,
    Trumpet Concerto No. 3 (or whatever it's called) I THINK,

    and some others I'm even less sure of, so please help me out if you listen to SleepyCast (and you should, it is hi-larious half the time and interesting the other half, but always entertaining-- I blew through all the episodes so fast when I first discovered them).
    I liked Christmas Vacation okay last year when I saw it finally, and it decidedly didn't live up to my parents' hype for it. I thought parts of it were funny, like the snotty neighbors getting karma'd over and over while their beatnik asses get confused and angry with each other for it, and I thought that one little girl was a bit adorable, so she gets a pass, but I hated the rest of her family, the dad and brother especially-- Clark passively talking about his wife's sister being an idiot (when the subject of family visiting comes up) for marrying that guy is something I liked a bit because it reminds me of my mother's sister. I also liked when that Uncle Luigi or whoever tossed a match or whatever and the cat exploded into a pile of fluff accompanied by a "mREOW." My memory on that movie is kind of hazy but I remember getting heartachey at the home movies in the attic part, and I liked the main guy MOST of the time.

    Oh, and-- I can't remember, but wasn't his daughter hot, as well? I remember liking her character at least somewhat, and remember I could relate to her on some level as well, so I can get behind that. I remember flip-flopping on whether I disliked her brother, but I think by the end I'd settled on 'y--... yeah, okay, alright,' y'feel me? Not too commitant, but not too blowoff-ish either, my position on him.

    Anyways. This movie gets a pass, though I can't see MYself making it into a holiday tradition. now Miracle on 34th Street, that's another story-- even Stamper liked that movie, and he hates Christmas (to a point). I love that movie so goddamn much-- it's one of the only subjects I can give a definitive answer for when I get "what's your favorite X" questions.
    Billy has more toys than you!
    MrLlort
    MrLlort
    You just won't be happy until your parents get you a buzzsaw Louie, the only toy with a working buzzsaw and the true meaning of christmas.
    tahutoa
    tahutoa
    OH SHIT, LEMME GET MY PHONE
    When I was but a wee autistic lad, I loved the fact that they had a little glove on a stick specifically for pressing the nose, and especially that the nose made such a satisfying click when it was pressed.

    ...Whatever happened to all those other Louies, though?
    Interesting fact about the second Wah Thang, aka the Peaceful Villa: for the melody, all I did was go into Chords under Piano Roll, click on scale, then placed a note down on the first key that played for whatever other instrument, Eb or F# or something like that. From there, it was just me copy-pasting different parts of the scale, editing lengths, etc., and yet I still ended up with a decent-sounding melody.
    I'm only just now starting to reach toward my actual potential when it comes to composing, so the fact that I did as well as I did there gets my past self a little pat on the back
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