DrChristianTroy
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So you're not only unfunny but you tell street jokes. Your comedy is basically at the same level as Gallagher.I heard it on the radio and thought it was funny. Big deal.
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So you're not only unfunny but you tell street jokes. Your comedy is basically at the same level as Gallagher.I heard it on the radio and thought it was funny. Big deal.
So you're not only unfunny but you tell street jokes. Your comedy is basically at the same level as Gallagher.
See Gallagher's stealing jokes he hears on the street and racism fit him better.I'd go one step further and say Rob Schneider.
CD-Roms? Seriously? 2002 called, they wanted to tell you you've been passed by.There will always be a need for printed books. They may sit on archive shelves while CD -ROMS and Kindles rule the market for a few years, but there's always old duffers like me who prefer the feel of paper under their fingertips and the smell of an old book...it's familiar, pleasant, like the waft of an old lover's perfume.
Another claim without any proof.Magazine editor...I think I still have the e-mail saved on my old Win 97.
I heard it on the radio and thought it was funny. Big deal.
wait this clown went to ASU?
not like appalachian state right?
can anyone describe iconoclast in one sentence
I dont feel like reading 40 pages. How does stealing someone elses work translate to him as an over arching conspiracy to destroy his life.
I've noticed I textwall a lot more when writing off the cuff or doing last-minute rewrites to a storyboard. I'm trying to have my thoughts better organized before I begin pencilling. I bought some notebooks and wrote most of seasons eight and nine longhand, and it's really working. The pages look much better now.It sounds like people also want you to experiment with things that enhance readability, like font and text placement. I agree. It would really contribute to the flow of your comic.
Yeah, that's all on you, buddy. Again--up to the same old stale, tired tricks for fifteen, 20 years. There comes a point where you cross a line between silly fratboy pranks ("Hey, duhh--let's break that crazy kid down the hall's door lock by jamming a roll'a pennies in it, hurr hurr hurr") and full-blown, prosecutable crimes (attempted murder, sexual solicitation). There is something deeply, stupidly wrong with you people, and I would love to see some of you locked up.So you do have a habit of plagiarizing.
The parallels between [him and Chris] are striking (see the OP).
Hardly. It's an old joke that's been making the rounds for 20 years. I just updated it with Barry-Boy's name. That's the beauty of liberalism-- same old stale, tired tricks, just change a name here and there.
I always hear about people in worse situations than me but suddenly get the Ghost or whatever and totally turn their lives around in a year, yay!...but tell me, how long does it last before they fall off the wagon and end up back before a judge? Another year? Six months? Two? One? I take about five years between every 9-to-5 gig to get my head straight, and it still doesn't work out. Sure, if it's a choice between straightening up and getting a job or rotting in prison for five to 10, I can see it... but I've been in an emotional prison for twice as long. There's no hope of parole for me.
I've noticed I textwall a lot more when writing off the cuff or doing last-minute rewrites to a storyboard. I'm trying to have my thoughts better organized before I begin pencilling. I bought some notebooks and wrote most of seasons eight and nine longhand, and it's really working. The pages look much better now.
But in all honesty, I could do a whole comic with no speech bubbles (and have), and these pinheads would still find something to bitch about, because they are sad, broken little people who cannot look outside their narrow little definition of "normal" to embrace new ideas.
Yeah, that's all on you, buddy. Again--up to the same old stale, tired tricks for fifteen, 20 years. There comes a point where you cross a line between silly fratboy pranks ("Hey, duhh--let's break that crazy kid down the hall's door lock by jamming a roll'a pennies in it, hurr hurr hurr") and full-blown, prosecutable crimes (attempted murder, sexual solicitation). There is something deeply, stupidly wrong with you people, and I would love to see some of you locked up.![]()
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Last night I dashed off an e-mail to the University president, presenting the new evidence and requested he reopen my case.
Ah, so your problem is that you cannot utilise my critique as is and need more useful, practical advice. Very well, enough with consumer advice and more on practical writing advice.Oh, yes, that long nattering review where you said absolutely nothing. Just vague complains and veiled insults. I didn't hear you say one word about what you would have done different if you'd written the story. I bet you would have had David smash down the wall and run around the city like a great, buffoonish invisible Godzilla. And then you say something like, "Well, hey, if you would only change everything about your story and write something that goes completely against your fundamental beliefs, then I'll love you and tell all my friends to buy your books!" Screw you. I hear arrogant little critics like you talk, and it makes me want to peel the skin off their faces with a knife. I had one little prick of an editor who told me a story I gave him, based on my shop experience, could be the next To Kill A Mockingbird if I would submit a total rewrite in which the "racist shopkeeper" was the villain and I extolled the virtues of the poor colored boy who steals an item from his shop. He didn't get it. It was based on my life, and I despised that kid. He hung around and pissed me off continually asking stupid questions and constantly touching the merchandise--never bought anything, just wanted to be a nuisance. I told my idiot partner to send him away, but he thought the kid harmless and let him have the run of the shop. So one day he sold Dale a mower for $20, and we came to find out later it was stolen. The police showed up and I had to talk them out of probably pressing very serious charges. And that angers me. I'm very defensive about my work, because it's highly personal. When you attack on of my stories, you attack me, my life, my friends, my experiences and perception of events. "Better" books aren't necessarily the books I want to write. Changing my drawing style will make the work less real to me. In short, I won't sell out.
I would love to see some of you locked up.
If you asked your mom if she thought you loved her, what do you think she'd say?Hardly. It's an old joke that's been making the rounds for 20 years. I just updated it with Barry-Boy's name. That's the beauty of liberalism-- same old stale, tired tricks, just change a name here and there.
I always hear about people in worse situations than me but suddenly get the Ghost or whatever and totally turn their lives around in a year, yay!...but tell me, how long does it last before they fall off the wagon and end up back before a judge? Another year? Six months? Two? One? I take about five years between every 9-to-5 gig to get my head straight, and it still doesn't work out. Sure, if it's a choice between straightening up and getting a job or rotting in prison for five to 10, I can see it... but I've been in an emotional prison for twice as long. There's no hope of parole for me.
I've noticed I textwall a lot more when writing off the cuff or doing last-minute rewrites to a storyboard. I'm trying to have my thoughts better organized before I begin pencilling. I bought some notebooks and wrote most of seasons eight and nine longhand, and it's really working. The pages look much better now.
But in all honesty, I could do a whole comic with no speech bubbles (and have), and these pinheads would still find something to bitch about, because they are sad, broken little people who cannot look outside their narrow little definition of "normal" to embrace new ideas.
Yeah, that's all on you, buddy. Again--up to the same old stale, tired tricks for fifteen, 20 years. There comes a point where you cross a line between silly fratboy pranks ("Hey, duhh--let's break that crazy kid down the hall's door lock by jamming a roll'a pennies in it, hurr hurr hurr") and full-blown, prosecutable crimes (attempted murder, sexual solicitation). There is something deeply, stupidly wrong with you people, and I would love to see some of you locked up.![]()
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Well, I need the money, why else? I've given away most of my short stories free to online magazines or my website. I discovered Amazon Kindle about four years too late. I thought, hey, I can put something from my slush pile out there and gin up some fast royalties while I finish my next novel (which has been five years, three rewrites, and a computer crash in the making, and I'm still not quite happy with it). I'm not even sure how much it's made, or where those few cents in royalties go now that I've closed my bank account (electronic payments, my butt--I like a paper check I can hold, maybe show off to folks a little, something I endorse with my name. I have a special check-signing pen and everything!).[W]hy did you go through the length of going through the publisher? Why is it out there? What's the big darn principle behind charging 1€ for it?
It was when you said the protagonist decided to just "sit there" and be "bored". In actuality, he was petrified with fear. You seemed to want him to get up and do something, but in my dream that's all he did--sit and ruminate and fight to keep his head together. Metaphor for my life? Maybe. Rainbow-headed girl, symbolic? Could be. Rainbows symbolize promises. Maybe I am a giant invisible man waiting for a promise to be fulfilled. Still don't understand why Brendan Frasier.I don't know where you got the idea that I'd make the protagonist "smash down the wall and run around the city like a great, buffoonish invisible Godzilla".
Ooh! Ooh! As someone with quite a lot of interest in modern feminism, I have seen this argument so many times.Women's suffrage? Okay, fine. But now it's all about angry "grrl" feminism and the "slut revolution" of the nineties that my generation is still reaping the sour fruit of.
But you're taking a gamble when you risk alienating your readers, all for little to no income. You're concerned about your artistic integrity, yet you also take needless risks when you absolutely insist on the income.Well, I need the money, why else?
It was when you said the protagonist decided to just "sit there" and be "bored". In actuality, he was petrified with fear.
I say only an ugly, sick, broken mind would even ask such a thing. I've helped her through two failed businesses and a heart attack scare. I turn over most of my royalty checks and can money to her to help out (not welfare, despite what Johnny Tit-Knocker thinks). I've sacrificed a lot and ask hardly anything. And it's partly for her that I want to find my old business partner and ruin him. She was dating the guy, even loaned him the money to rent his shop. She was sick and depressed for weeks after he skipped town, and that's when my brother rose to power. I was too busy cleaning up Dale's mess, dealing with angry, jilted customers, and liquidating the shop assets to pay much attention to him--my mistake. She's a simple woman, and I don't always think she knows what she's doing...but to say I don't love my mom--in all honesty, if you were right here in front of me, I'd probably beat and strangle you.If you asked your mom if she thought you loved her, what do you think she'd say?
So, you're anti-terrorism. Good, that's a position we can agree on. So, would you support aggressive development of renewable resources (with an emphasis on nuclear and development of alternate ways of producing plastic) as a way to eliminate our use of oil from Saudi Arabia, a despotic nation with links to terrorism?No, I' worried about Ahab the Arab sneaking over the border with a dirty bomb strapped on his camel named Clyde, looking to kill untold thousands...or an Ebola patient who could infect those same untold thousands with a terrible, difficult-to-cure disease.
Innnnteresting.No, I' worried about Ahab the Arab sneaking over the border with a dirty bomb strapped on his camel named Clyde, looking to kill untold thousands...or an Ebola patient who could infect those same untold thousands with a terrible, difficult-to-cure disease.
You're dodging the question, Sweetie.No, I' worried about Ahab the Arab sneaking over the border with a dirty bomb strapped on his camel named Clyde, looking to kill untold thousands...or an Ebola patient who could infect those same untold thousands with a terrible, difficult-to-cure disease.
I say only an ugly, sick, broken mind would even ask such a thing. I've helped her through two failed businesses and a heart attack scare. I turn over most of my royalty checks and can money to her to help out (not welfare, despite what Johnny Tit-Knocker thinks). I've sacrificed a lot and ask hardly anything. And it's partly for her that I want to find my old business partner and ruin him. She was dating the guy, even loaned him the money to rent his shop. She was sick and depressed for weeks after he skipped town, and that's when my brother rose to power. I was too busy cleaning up Dale's mess, dealing with angry, jilted customers, and liquidating the shop assets to pay much attention to him--my mistake. She's a simple woman, and I don't always think she knows what she's doing...but to say I don't love my mom--in all honesty, if you were right here in front of me, I'd probably beat and strangle you.![]()
In short--yes. Recycle. Drill, baby, drill. For domestic oil. Against ethanol (drives up corn prices). Do not see solar as a viable option (Solyndra is a fiasco). You can't ban tag and sports with balls in schools and then cry that America's children are getting too fat. Let kids be kids. Gay marriage is a ploy. Gun control is hitting what you aim at. Why try to ban candy cigarettes and vaping are but push to have a pot shop on every corner? If you wanted a "real" black man in the White House, you shouldn't have railroaded Herman Cain. Probably much I've forgotten, but there's always the comic to express my views.So, would you support aggressive development of renewable resources ...as a way to eliminate our use of oil from Saudi Arabia, a despotic nation with links to terrorism?
Also, what's your opinions on some of the major political issues of the day?
In short--yes. Recycle. Drill, baby, drill. For domestic oil. Against ethanol (drives up corn prices). Do not see solar as a viable option (Solyndra is a fiasco). You can't ban tag and sports with balls in schools and then cry that America's children are getting too fat. Let kids be kids. Gay marriage is a ploy. Gun control is hitting what you aim at. Why try to ban candy cigarettes and vaping are but push to have a pot shop on every corner? If you wanted a "real" black man in the White House, you shouldn't have railroaded Herman Cain. Probably much I've forgotten, but there's always the comic to express my views.