http://forums.eyesonff.com/general-c...dies-19-a.html There you go! Their art was brilliant. Pity the link in that thread doesn't work anymore so you could all see it.
Oh by the way EoFF I am dying of BEING TOO AWESOME LOL.
http://forums.eyesonff.com/general-c...dies-19-a.html There you go! Their art was brilliant. Pity the link in that thread doesn't work anymore so you could all see it.
Oh by the way EoFF I am dying of BEING TOO AWESOME LOL.
Not really. In Rei's case, she was a friend, so when I'm reminded of her, I think of the good times. She would have wanted it that way.Originally Posted by smittenkitten
This thread is depressing.I know of some that have died, I also keep having dreams of Daniel dying. It's quite creepy.
I didn't know the other two, or even that they'd died, so I have no memories of them fair or foul.
Sometimes I wonder how's it feel to wear a banana hammock. I should buy one huh?
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky me again! I hardly knew I should use me feet again!
What do you have to say for yourself?
What if everything was covered in bubble wrap and we could jump off of buildings and stuff and not get hurt like that guy in the Snapple water commercial?
That would be sweet.
[q=Psychotic]Michel Koiter (Twincruiser) dies at 19[/q] Rei was the only departed EoFF member I could remember on reading the thread title. I knew there were others, and as soon as Owen Macwere and Twincruiser were mentioned, I remembered about them; but it bothers me that I couldn't remember earlier. Still, Rei was the only one I really 'knew'. I still vividly remember how it felt when I read the news.There was also Kiroshima's gal and Owen Macwere.Dew Drop.Her name was Rei Lowell. I can't remember what username she had at EoFF at the time.
Probably more information than you really wanted, eh?
It's also entirely possible that other members have passed away, and we simply don't know. Someone stops posting someday, and is never heard from again - there's every chance that they've died, and we'll never find out. Thoughts like that tend to give one pause.
What about Tiffiekins?
That's Rei.
my random thoughts include usually cleanliness of things and how something feels or what a word means or random math equations or historical events. it's strange.
My random thoughts only involve Liz.
Man, I completely missed the point of the thread in talking about Rei.
Random thoughts I have... let's see...
The technological singularity. Nanotechnology. Biotechnology. If I am teleported, am I the same person at the other end? If I am deconstructed and reconstructed, completely identical, have I died? The prospect of eternal life. How to reconcile being a member of the species which has committed the Holocaust, but has also created stuff like this. Am I good? Am I evil? Are people? Can we be classed into that, or do we all have the capacity for all of it?
Look at this. Ten thousand galaxies, estimated. Billions of stars in each, on average. Upwards of a trillion in some. A trillion fracking stars. We've spent hundreds of thousands of years on one single planet orbiting one single star. We don't know everything about THIS place yet. This single planet. There are around two hundred billion stars in our galaxy. Two. Hundred. Billion. And there are a hundred billion galaxies in the observable universe. And people say existence could become boring? No. It might be right now for some, but that's because we're only just starting to open our eyes and seeing the most brilliant glorious light, and right now it's blinding. But I want to live forever. Forever. I want to visit every planet, every moon, around every star. I want to meet every species, hear all their music, read all their books, watch all their movies, experience the arts we didn't even create on Earth.
It's so big. It's so big. It's beautiful beyond measure. I stare at that image of the Hubble Deep Field. A single pixel can be a whole galaxy. I can't begin to imagine how many lives I must be looking at in that picture. How impossibly many civilizations have risen and fallen, how much has been built and destroyed. How can I reconcile that I am part of a universe like this? Where atrocities must have been committed which make the Holocaust look inconsequential? Where creations so profound must exist that it would break my heart, literally change my life, just to know of them? And to know that I will play a part in this, I can create, I can destroy.
I exist. And I live every day, as much as I possibly can, overjoyed at the simple, ridiculous, impossible fact that a pattern of meat and energy exists. That I feel. I think. I choose. I can reach out and touch the wall with my fingertip and I can feel it, I can feel all the weird little wallpaper bumps. I can interact with the entirity of this unimaginably, colossally huge universe.
And that's assuming that what we can see is all there is. What if there are other planes of reality? If this entire universe is just a bubble in an infinite froth? What if there is a stage above the universe as massive as a galaxy is to a star?
They looked around, in the midst of an undreamt splendour.
Heh - all of those are random thoughts I have fairly often. Like, down to every detail. I guess it could be considered further proof of the "great minds think alike" notion.
What's it like to have a vagina?
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I knew the languages they were designated to :] The coincidense I doubt. Pronunciation and definition are too similarWell, 'Hai' is Japanese and 'Aye' is Piratespeak. It's probably coincidental.
I wonder what some Indian words for agreement are. Considering we now know they were likely Asian either entering the American world via the ice bridge between northern Russia and Alaska. Or via boat some 3000 years ago. Populating the continent before being discovered by the western world half a millenia ago. Where their word for agreement might have been adopted and taken over seas to the world of pirates. Though I suppose it probably existed in Dutch and Olde English and such anyway... Fun to think about though
I just thought about lighting some of my hair on fire to put some spice in my night.
Also, is a hole a concrete noun. It's been bugging me today. Noun is a person, place, thing, or idea right? You can't see or touch an idea. But with a hole you can see it, but not touch it. I suppose it's like seeing blackness. The absent of color. Than how is it we can say "Look at that mighty fine hole." Ideas are intangible. But we can still see the hole, which implies that it is tangible, which I think makes it a concrete noun. Some insight from you smart people. Or the other kind. I'm tired and just rambling.
No arguments on touching holes either. You can touch only the object that has the hole in it, not the hole itself.
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What do you have to say for yourself?
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