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So... Robotic cephalopods for the Centaurus A galaxy who can only taste colors?
i don't want smell-o-vision with most crime shows. I doubt many people can handle the smell of decomposing flesh. I don't want to test if I can take it or not.
ah yes, we must remember BEDMAS
Yes... it was truly tragic what happened at the Baboon Education Department for Monkeys, Apes and Simians... it was almost ten years ago and I'm still saddened to think about that... it was a little funny, but mostly tragic... comically so, but sad... so many poor baboons, chimps, and that old orangutan with the hat... so happy and filled with life one moment and the next... I don't want to even think of it... the sad part anyway... the funny part was hilarious, but the tragic part was devastating and a little gruesome... but they lived their best monkey lives and that's what counts.
To this day I still can't eat Funyuns without feeling sad.
If someday I ever eat Funyuns again, I'll be sad.
removed as off-topic
I was going to upload an image, but I waited so long. I forgot what it was.
please, ignore me, I got curious about the thread and started rambling
many of us only post here after actually killing a thread
and often one cannot give many details
I myself occasionally will respond to posts here too
I had a good image to upload for a quick joke, but the lack of the ability to post images now, might finally kill this thread.
What's the deal with not being able to post images anymore. Is it now a requirement that simple images (jpg, png) have to be hosted from a web server and not directly uploaded to DAZ's servers? Are our images taking too much storage in their servers? Hey, it'a a party, and we brought along our luggage. Is that abnormal?
Attachments in general are mostly broken, as are email notifications and at least one mod feature.
botrytis
I'm sure there's a thread out there somewhere that I could be killing.
I wasn't schooling you, if anything trying to be careful not to have my reply go missing for discussing the reason for this thread
it's a bit of a venting place when one gets a thread locked, removed or just it just dies after one's post
...so is this going to get fixed? I am not about to upload "troubleshooting" screenshots to a gallery site to be able to post them here.
Good point. I used to be in the habit of posting screenshots of my own workflow. Was very handy because my memory is not what it used to be.
Oh, I thought you were entirely cordial. It was just one of those things where something sounded fascinating in my head yet felt weird after I posted it. Blasting a stream-of-consciouness into social space is a bad habit I've developed from being a severe recluse. I'm working to get better about that.
Anyway, thanks for the friendly orientation.
The global issues of the last few years have generated a lot of recluses (reclusi? reclused people?) who now tend to blather at anything within their reach, just to hear the sound of their own vice[sic] The only thing worse than ideas allowed to fester in one's head without reality checks, are ideas bouncing around in an amplifying echo chamber without reality checks. I've discovered that I appear to speak in a mysterious language called "sarcasm", unfamilar to, or unappreciated by many. It tends to get me in trouble, or at least get my hands slapped. So, I have to periodically try to remember that the root definition of "communication" is "an exchange of mutually understood symbols". With the operative phrase being "mutually understood". Wandering outside of that phrase is what gets us all into trouble. It's also why talking to one's self is so popular.
I don't think there is any immediate prospect of a fix, beyond that I do not know.
There is no need to use a gallery site - any kind of fiel host should do; theer is a good chnace you have access to a couple of GB from at least one of OneDrive (associated with, and accessible through, a Hotmail/Outlook email even if you have ripped out the "backup" system in recent Windows), Google drive, or DropBox.
You could always do what I do.
And with that in mind, one should never do whatever it is I do...
"What is it exactly that you do do?" Young Frankenstein (1974)
YES, YES I am the most murderous of threads posted everywhere, including THIS ONE!
Die, thread, DIE!
... I said, DIE THREAD, DIE!
...C'mon, thread, die... please?
Well, this thread is still not dead, but that possum in the woods sure is... It's probably good that the forum won't let me upload pictures anymore, because the picture I just took of the jerkied possum would definitely kill this thread... or it would get removed... would it get removed?
Technically who's to say Cletus is actually playing possum?... the exposed skull is probably a tip off that nobody is that committed to their craft, but still...
I wonder... it's technically not gory... it's not pleasant to look at... macabre perhaps... but at this point Cletus (it looks like Cletus the possum who occasionally show up over there), Cletus is just mostly dried out semi-mummified possum shaped remains in the middle of a pile of possum fur...
Ugh... He decided to snuff it on a path, so now I have to remove him... and he's too decayed to go through trouble of trying to dispose of him in the trash... so I'm probably going to have to dig a deep hole nearby and shovel him in there... with all his fur and various detached particles.
Gagh... This is definitely a tomorrow me problem... it's been real hot lately (he couldn't have been there more than three or four days, because I went down that path Tuesday and I'd have noticed a rotting possum corpse... he's all dried out at the moment, but it looks like it's about to rain... of course I had to discover him now too... like I couldn't have found him this morning when I had the energy to deal with that... I know if I start digging a hole it will instantly start to rain and Cletus will become all soggy... so I'm going to deal with it tomorrow.
Blegh... Soggy possum corpse.
The last time I saw Cletus (if that's Cletus)... he looked worried... well, actually possums always look worried... but he looked especially worried... I hope he didn't start drinking and gambling again... The squirrel mafia gets serious about gambling debts... I'd hate to think that was why he died... not something peaceful like he fell out of a tree or accidentally shot himself... I guess neither of those are that peaceful... maybe he remembered a really funny joke and died laughing... They do say laughter is the best medicine to die from.
Oh well, rest in peace Cletus... well... when I bury you... when I get around to it... and hopefully you aren't that soggy.
This is kind of what happens to me. Except I know it's going to be weird before I post it and, with the exception of the super sexual and mildly violent stuff, I tend to just post it anyway. It usually results in the thread being killed until somebody talks about something more routine and then things slowly return to normal. Then I patiently wait for somebody to talk about how conversation has slowed down a lot, so I can gripe about how they only respond to certain people. It is kind of a dead possum version of the circle of life.
If you do bury Cletus, make sure to drive a stake through his heart, because living dead possums are harder to kill.
Thats a good point, I hadn't considered that... after the undead raccoon and the werepigeon (it was kinda silly because it was a squirrel that got pecked severely by a cursed pigeon) I should think of those things more readily... I'm really getting sloppy lately.
Who is stealing my food? The code names I'm giving to those potential thieves are A1 and BBQ. BBQ keeps insisting they were innocent, which is very suspicious. Also BBQ was present during the crime but didn't do anything. Guilty by association to crime scene and not stopping the crime.