I would prefer it to be bright bright bright or no light at all, unless there's just candles or christmas lights or something. Dim lamps are the worst, so I buy extra super crazy electricity-draining hydrogen light bulbs.
I would prefer it to be bright bright bright or no light at all, unless there's just candles or christmas lights or something. Dim lamps are the worst, so I buy extra super crazy electricity-draining hydrogen light bulbs.
This, exactly!Originally Posted by Shorty
I hate how when Im doing something pencil and paper related at my desk the room light is behind me so I cast a shadow over whatever it is im doing. Eventually got a lamp to solve the problem
Kefka's coming, look intimidating!
Have a nice day!!
I hate that awkward time between light and dark when it's not dark enough to put on a light, but there's not enough light coming in through the window to illuminate everything just right. We tend to leave the light off until it's gotten to the point that we're sitting in the dark, though. I complain yet I don't do anything about it.
That's called being lazy.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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