Before I read this, I'd like to announce that modal phil. does my head in.

It is quantum physics faults that there is such and idea of a possibility of parallel universes. And fictional realities is all tongue-in-cheek.

So you have trouble understanding cartoon physics? :P

Also, you remind me of a creepy stalker acquaintence I once had. Are you that creepy stalker acuqaintence? :P

This always happens whenever I bring up the possibility of other realities. In some other universe, I probably am.

So you have trouble understanding cartoon physics? :P

Yes. The only reconciliation I can think of with regard to cartoon physics is that they affirm the theory of Intelligent Gravity. And I simply can't accept that!

It's temporal momentum (similar to frame lag). The length of the effects just happen to coincide with awareness of the situation.

I believe I posted the following on my profile before. I've forgotten what it was initially about but I'm pretty sure the title is correct.

Fancies

The rain we once saw never fell nor ever was there a knell for the sun that sank beneath the bank of rivers that never swell. The flowers never grew from seed nor ever did they breed though they live on grass that's always green, that's always clean, on fields that boast no weed. The clouds, they come, they go, without a shadow down below on the fields and the river without shiver-causing snow. Yet, when it rains it floods the plains as a symbol for the pains we hide inside where we cried over the washed remains. But the rain we once saw never fell nor ever was there a knell for the sun that sank beneath the bank of rivers that never swell.

I just wanted to post this. Plus I'm working on my WOM thing.

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Who are we but men whose wings have never grown,
Whose eyes have never flown,
Whose hearts have never shown.

Who are we but men?

Who are we but men whose eyes can see no fire,
Whose tongues can taste no water,
Whose nose can smell no air,
Whose ears can hear no rumble in the earth,
Our birth,
Our berth,
Our worth.

Who are we but men whose feet wear not their fathers' shoes,
Whose legs stand not in brothers' shadows,
Whose heart hears not their mothers heart,
Whose hands hold not their sisters' hands.

Who are we but men?

Who are we but men,
And then,
And then...

I like this thread. There is no thread quite like it.

There was a time when I thought I had The Answer. I don't even remember what that answer was anymore, but I suppose it may have gone like this:

Sophomoric Elegance
Previously: Moronic Elegance

I have the potential to be one of the most brilliant people but I do not care much to be brilliant. I despise those with genius who say they want to solve all the world’s problems. They know nothing of the paradigm and yet they want to fix it. There is a definitive barrier between brilliance and genius. Genius is not necessarily brilliant and brilliance is not necessarily genius. Brilliance is not what makes virtuosity, nor is it virtuosity that makes brilliance. Brilliance is the possession of qualities that makes one so unique that one has the ability not to fix the paradigm but to change it. When the paradigm is changed, it can only progress, but the paradigm can always improve and it will always need to improve. It takes brilliance to see that and be, not as the paradigm dictates but as the new paradigm will* dictate.

*The existence of the new paradigm it is not that one acts as the paradigm will be. When one acts, it is by the new paradigm since it exists as the action is performed.

When one looks upon a brilliant person, one sees not the person one wants them to be but as the person is. But when one looks upon a person who has the potential to be brilliant, one sees not the person but who the person can be. I suppose either way is fortune, but disappointment is sure to follow close.

That was brilliant.

No, really. Either you get it or you don't.

There is only one major "elegance" left to cover, one that is so truly elegant that when

Nominally related to my WOM entry...

"Reaching Out and Touching No One" was never supposed to be complete. There is no "resolution" and there never will be. The reason for that is obvious. Though I think I may have missed a few threads that should have been tied and skipped a few sequences that may have been crucial. As for the changes along the storyline, especially the contrast between parts one, two, and three, some of it was intentional, some of it was not. But as to what happened to the Bullman and Stallion Man? Their adventures continue. The Stranger and the Space Cowboy? They are nothing more than nothing. The unnamed narrator? Perhaps he will return. I like Pacarna. The Bullman and Stallion Man exist without the narrator. The Space Cowboy does not. The Stranger is a complicated matter.

All further thoughts defer to this post on page 11. There things not much in the way of story, and yet those things can only go on for so long. This thread is still going albeit with lengthy breaks. I am a firm believer in certain things when it comes to writing and one of the principal things is that if you can't keep your writing going, you're writing for all the wrong reasons. Ironically, ROaTNO got to that point. Ironically. If that were a great pun, it would be hilarious. I realized certain things during the course of it though, and those are the things I will keep. I like the "caricature" known as the Bullman, but I have yet to develop his foil (Stallion Man) into someone more fully able. And perhaps, appropriate those two (if only to reinvent them) for my next project: "Lore".

"Lore" is something that would be done (or have been done) like how kingryan's Sector A is done. "Lore" (or rather, something called "Imagined Worlds".) is alluded to a couple times in ROaTNO and a link to it would've replaced this had I not reneged on a promise to myself. But such is the nature of a serial of indeterminate length done with nothing but checkpoints within an overview.

If that wasn't ridiculous... I ask that the last post be deleted because I hit the submit key right when I realized the image code was wrong.
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It's been 10 pages and I finally realized that the link to firetail's "The Menace" actually leads to thoad's "Bogan Wars". That is not intentional.

Also:  The first sentence of the previous post was supposed to say:

There is only one major "elegance" left to cover, one that is so truly elegant that when performed improperly assumes the role of the other elegances.

And now another attempt at humor featuring none other than intentionally poorly drawn stick men who are neither ploquie nor Gantique.

-isms

Yeah, I hate my classes this semester but the following is almost quintessential.

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on July 12, 2007, 5:35pm by amaranth
When was that? Two years ago.
That was during summer on a...
Thursday...
EDT
that's three hours off at
2:35 in the afternoon
An hour after lunch.
What's in the fridge?

Nothing.

12:45AM 12:45 12:45 12:46
*sigh*
amaranth
amaranth
Google
Wikipedia
Celosia
fasciation
apical meristem
dome mountain
...

1:23AM
i need to finish this paper
i hate this class