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I was shooting from a car doing 100kph after dawn on our way to work. For some reason we burn coal to turn milk into milk powder to export to China and a few other places. Thanks very much for visiting clean green NZ. (sarcasm)
Explore #357, thanks very much for 10th photo on Explore this year!
The cats lived with their siblings in an abandoned and dilapidated house. The local authorities ordered its demolition, their house has become a wasteland.
Now the street and asphalt are their home. thank you mayor ( irony and sarcasm ).
I've mentioned before how scattered my photography focus is, that being said I do want to zero it in a bit and in between the mad randomness of my mind go with themes, sets, and locations to further explore.
I've been in second life over 14 years, but it's all brand new to me since I was restricted to skyboxes for most of that time so everywhere is new to me, even old locations I may have gone to but never truly "saw".
Cafe Grotto is going to be my first location set where me and my Silent Harbor weirdos invade and take over the place to explore and enjoy the hard work of the artists who create the beautiful sims that exist. This is somewhere I visited before, and despite it being tiny it lagged SO BAD I had to just grab the photos and run.
Luciana is our bartender tonight and makes her own personal debut in my work after sitting on a shelf for 3 months.
I hadn't realized when picking this spot I'd been here before until I zipped in and remembered Jerome and Rikki's super romantic (sarcasm) first meeting took place here.
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More on them later, but for now spend the next few days with me at Cafe Grotto!
so true.......so very true....someone said i was to sarcastic at times and that they didnt like me for that one reason.......and i could care less. but she wasnt the first one to say that so ill upload some pics to show that im sarcastic and i dont even care :)
it takes major risks to climb on to a garage that's like 6.0" tall :P *sarcasm
especially if there is a ledge
No, this isn't sarcasm, it's Aunty Joy having a cup of tea in the 'Naughty Corner', our garden pub. The afternoon was part of our 'Entertaining the Old People' programme!
GSMR GP7 777 leads the Tuckasegee Excursion back from Dillsboro across the Tuckasegee River itself. This Geep now carries an interesting green paint scheme with one heck of a font on the side of it. *sarcasm*
The Dutch army fought for 5 days in 1940. This time of the year we remember the men that died so horribly.This helmet has a hole in it but finally found a peaceful destination as a lamp.
New Spell? Maximize sarcasm when tank is empty? Or.....
Pump #666: Where your Magic goes to die slowly.
Say no to people. Don’t give reasons for it.
Smile. Don’t explain when asked the context.
Shake your head in a brisk motion as if an epiphany has just struck you. Don’t elaborate.
When someone walks on you while you are alone or busy doing something, act as if you have been caught doing something wrong. Let them wonder what it is.
Learn Sarcasm. It helps.
Learn to incorporate humour in the conversation.
“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you!” or “My attorney asked me not to discuss the details with anyone.”
Once you get past My foul mouth, anxiety, dark sense of humor, awkwardness, and sarcasm, I'm really a delight to be around.
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As seen from Skyline Drive. The mountains were so beautiful yesterday. The people were only a little annoying and we only got passed one time ... the other driver crossing a double solid line on a curve to do so. We were doing the speed limit of 35 but after all he was driving a Vet and Had to go faster because what's to see up there anyway??? (sorry for the sarcasm!) It really takes the joy out of this park because of the people who willing want to risk their lives and ours not to mention any wildlife that might happen to be crossing the road. Rant over and carrying on, Anita and I had the best time yesterday and had lunch at our favorite place up on the drive. A great day!
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En este momento histérico que estamos viviendo, que mejor que utilizar a Mafalda y su cariñoso sarcasmo.
Sarcasmo: “Dicho irónico, amargo y pesimista que encierra una queja”
Charlie Brown: Thanks for the Christmas card you sent me, Violet.
Violet: I didn't send you a Christmas card, Charlie Brown.
Charlie Brown: Don't you know sarcasm when you hear it?
this is my entry for VASE [visual arts scholastic event]
its is the lovely chloe.
we had to crawl beneath this giant tree right next to a creek filled with dead-squirrel water. i had on my rubber boots, so whilst taking this i was crouching in the creek. it was crazy awesome. :)
oh and yes, we made the wings right before we went out to shoot. its just cardboard with a whooole lot of feathers glued on. the "eggs" are spray painted balloons.
you really have to view large to see the details of the wings.
28/365
oh and for those who miss my face i'll probably be forced into re-starting selfies here pretty soon. yayyyy.
/sarcasm.
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Their designer was convinced they were a great idea but had problems convincing shoppers to use them. Apparently, most shoppers thought that using one meant they were weak. So the designer hired attractive men and women to be seen to use them in his stores.
And so, for the first time ever in history, ever, a totally isolated use of attractive of people as opinion formers was used to sell an idea to the unwitting general public.
The last sentence may contain traces of sarcasm. What? Has there been a news story about a similar theme recently?
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Another small dictator with God on his side(the priest) and plenty of soldiers(saluting and wearing a baret). The common people are terrified ,and submit reluctantly.
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La femme qui est dans mon lit
N'a plus vingt ans depuis longtemps
Les yeux cernés
Par les années
Par les amours
Au jour le jour
La bouche usée
Par les baisers
Trop souvent, mais
Trop mal donnés
Le teint blafard
Malgré le fard
Plus pâle qu'une
Tâche de lune
La femme qui est dans mon lit
N'a plus vingt ans depuis longtemps
Les seins si lourds
De trop d'amour
Ne portent pas
Le nom d'appas
Le corps lassé
Trop caressé
Trop souvent, mais
Trop mal aimé
Le dos vouté
Semble porter
Des souvenirs
Qu'elle a dû fuir
La femme qui est dans mon lit
N'a plus vingt ans depuis longtemps
Ne riez pas
N'y touchez pas
Gardez vos larmes
Et vos sarcasmes
Lorsque la nuit
Nous réunit
Son corps, ses mains
S'offrent aux miens
Et c'est son coeut
Couvert de pleurs
Et de blessures
Qui me rassure
the poet's task is this, my friend;
to read his dreams and comprehend.
the truest human fancy seems
to be revealed to us in dreams;
all poems and versification
are but true dreams' interpretations.
Meistersinger
NO AWARDS and those ugly flickering icons.
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[Basado en RP]
[14:25] Vivian de Darmond se mantuvo silenciosa, observando las abrasadoras llamas y respondía con una sonrisa traviesa —Se cómo desenvolverme. No tengo tendencias suicidas, aunque me haya juntado con un kamikaze en el pasado— lo miraba con un evidente sarcasmo reflejado en su rostro, dado que el suicida era el granjero y para colmo había añadido "en el pasado" remarcando con ello que lo había dejado atrás. Era duro y trataría de disimularlo a toda costa, evitando pensar en aquella cruda y angustiosa despedida en las cuevas. —¿Cómo estoy?— preguntaba ahora sorprendida, sin esperar esa directa pregunta y abriendo ligeramente sus celestes ojos para bajar la mirada hacia las piedras que rodeaban la hoguera. Se mantuvo unos segundos en silencio, querría decir que preocupada intentando evitar que Inar se metiera en la boca del lobo, pero realmente ese era el caso de la Darmond. —Estoy... pensando que no sé a quién engatusar con la conspiración sobre tu funeral y el mensaje ¿Se te ocurre alguien?— preguntaba saliéndose por la tangente, como siempre.
[14:34] Inar escuchó las palabras de Vivian y el dagazo de la pelirroja impactó de pleno en el granjero, se escuchó de nuevo esa inspiración de aire aguantando el golpe, después de lo que le dijo hoy tal vez estaba bien merecido. Se incorporó y lo siguiente que hizo fue sentarse a las espaldas de la Darmond, apoyando su espalda en la de la pelirroja, si le dejaba estar en esa posición se quedaría quieto hablando con ella - "Filo suele cuchichear información sin parar, creo que si hay que dejar ese mensaje en manos de alguien es en el de esa mujer, ella se tratará de expandir y hacérselo llegar a toda Piana" - tenía mil y una preguntas.
[14:46] Vivian de Darmond no quería meter a Alastor en líos y utilizarlo a su favor para el falso funeral de Inar. Se mantuvo pensativa y totalmente implicada y absorta en el plan hasta que sintió la espalda del granjero apoyarse en ella y despertó del trance de posibles víctimas para correr la voz. Se mantuvo en silencio escuchando la información que le revelaba sobre esa mujer y sonreía ante la idea de poder estar cerca de Inar sin que sospechara que le había borrado la memoria. La sensación era agridulce, pero le valía si podía colaborar y asegurarse que no pereciera en el intento. Se recostó ligeramente en esa espalda que se conocía como la palma de su mano —Tendré que fingir una gran pena por tu muerte...— durante unos segundos le vino en mente el momento en que descubrió a Inar vivito y coleando en las cuevas, ese mágico reencuentro.
[14:54] Inar notaba el peso de la mujer en su espalda y él también se acomodó un poco repartiendo el peso de ambos y mirando hacia delante mientras hablaba - "Exacto... deberás hacer uno de tus mejores papeles, yo creo que podrás" - repetía esas últimas palabras que le había causado una risa a la mujer y Inar no pudo evitar sonreír. Acomodó con cuidado la cabeza en la de Vivian sintiendo ese agradable contacto - "Voy a contarte un secreto, por las noches sueño contigo, no hay noche que no lo haga. Es un sueño muy extraño, una especie de... carrera contrareloj, escapando de unos monstruos raros. Estaba en problemas y me salvaste lanzando un objeto raro que hacía ruido, no sé lo que era..." - le confesaba esos sueños - "Vivian... ¿Cuánto hace que lo amas?" - el tono de Inar era tranquilo, un poco triste, pero estaba en paz y relajado ante el simple contacto de espalda contra espalda de la ex-directora.
[15:09] Vivian de Darmond pudo sentir al ladronzuelo acomodarse del todo contra ella y sonrió en silencio y de espaldas a él. Era reconfortante tenerlo, aunque fuera de ese modo. Inclinó ligeramente su cabeza para recostarse en la de él y cerró los ojos recordando cuando se acurrucaba en sus brazos mientras escuchaba hablar al joven y explicarle detalles sobre el plan para marcarle una emboscada a la cabecilla de los bajos fondos. Fue cuando le reveló aquel secreto que, a medida que el joven relataba sus sueños, la pelirroja abría los ojos cada vez más sin poder creer que estuviera contando su mismo sueño de esa tarde, o más bien de esa semana ¿Mentiría? No tenía sentido, era imposible, pues el sueño que relataba era un calco del suyo. Quiso responder que lo que lanzó en el sueño era una radio, pero no dijo nada. Tan solo se quedó impactada, deduciendo que eso será obra del destino que estaba castigando a la hechicera gastándole esa broma de mal gusto. Aunque disfrutaba esos sueños, que ahora sabía que eran compartidos. Si al menos podía tenerlo con ella de ese modo le bastaba. Y ahí venía la pregunta final, la que le dejaba enmudecida ¿Cuánto hacía que amaba a Alastor? No sabría decirlo ¿Era realmente amor? ¿O tan solo era pura pasión y desenfreno? Había conexión desde luego, era como la versión masculina de ella misma, pero no sabía contestar a esa pregunta —Debo marchar...— respondía carraspeando cuando notaba de nuevo ese pesar en su corazón.
Friends are therapists you can drink with... and our friendship is built on a solid foundation of sarcasm, inappropriateness and shenanigans😄
May contain traces of sarcasm.
One thing I've noticed one evening ages ago as a teen, while riding the tram through a neighborhood not too dissimilar from this one. The old houses with their decorated facades are the first ones to have their windows lit up. The cheap, simplistic post-war houses that have replaced many of them, tend to stay dark longer.
It's almost like being rich enough to afford a flat in a multi-family mansion also means coming home from work earlier, while the poorer people need to work more for what little they have in comparison. Now, one always has to take into consideration that it might just be the other family members who are at home already and that's why the light is on.
Really? Who's to say every household in the cheapo flats is just one person. That's rather unlikely as well. So apparently both partners, if we assume an average family situation, need to be working longer hours to survive in the cheaper parts of the city. But then, they probably work small unimportant jobs like nurses and medics, garbage workers, bus drivers, firefighters, and all sorts of stuff the city could do well without, couldn't it? So I guess it's only fair they barely make ends meet.
Not everyone who isn't at home, is necessarily at work of course. That's another caveat one has to consider. My own windows weren't lit either while I was enjoying the stroll here. But then, that's why I usually talk of tendencies rather than facts or rules or the likes.
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