Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
Well, considering apparently there are a bunch of Homestuck fans in the Betty Crocker PR group (they tweeted about homestuck and it was hilarious), there's a reasonable chance. I think it would be hilarious because people would probably just go to buy their stuff for cosplays or ironic presents.
Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
Originally Posted by Dentrala
Well, considering apparently there are a bunch of Homestuck fans in the Betty Crocker PR group (they tweeted about homestuck and it was hilarious), there's a reasonable chance. I think it would be hilarious because people would probably just go to buy their stuff for cosplays or ironic presents.
All of the this.
Also, this is the second best thread besides the misreading thread.
Spicy tornado sucks.
"A day without sunshine is like, you know, night."
-Steve Martin
Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
I know, it's just during the hiatus, there aren't going to be any ads as good as the ones we've had. They're all just boring and not at all weird ones.
Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
Originally Posted by Dentrala
Well, considering apparently there are a bunch of Homestuck fans in the Betty Crocker PR group (they tweeted about homestuck and it was hilarious), there's a reasonable chance. I think it would be hilarious because people would probably just go to buy their stuff for cosplays or ironic presents.
They should do it, just for the publicity and an increase in sales/stock shares.
Some poems I wrote:
A Party
A man stood beside himself alone,
rising forth from ebony throne,
clothed in silver and smoky black,
a warming spark the man did lack.
He strode to behold a gleaming panel,
The surface clean and polished like enamel,
a casual glance from this simple window,
offered visage to the citizens below.
The man scowled at the scene in apathy,
for a festival was going on, you see.
To celebrate the end of the Just,
to honor Pride, Ignorance and Lust.
But who was right and who was wrong?
This single being, or a whole crowd's song?
The answer is held in the hand of the One,
For he was the Man who held The Gun.
Not Worth a Damn
I can't think of anywhere else to go,
end of the road, end of the show.
Don't need a doctor to tell me I'm done,
the ride's over at this house of fun.
When I speak the words fall flat
the beats don't drop at the drop of a hat.
They just hang there stuck and they're dying,
'cause there's hardly a point now in even trying.
Stare through my eyes and look into me,
and you'll see what kind of wimp I turned out to be.
I knew I was done from the very beginning,
so I quit and gave up and never even tried winning.
Now that sign of defeat haunts me ,
chaining me to the floor of wrath an envy.
Every glance I make to someone else's face.
I can only remember how I lost that race.
A race not of speed or brains or health,
but what your soul had inside of it's self.
If you don't believe that there's Sin to repent,
then at least spend your life as a dollar well spent.
Don't end up like me.
A Sane Madman
The methods of madness are a simple thing,
a mind wants a finger each wearing a ring,
a ring of beauty that relives sore eyes,
a thing that laughs so much more than it cries.
An inspiration, a shaft of light,
such is the power of a wise mind's gift of sight.
But it comes at a price, and that is a soul
locked in eternity in mentality's hellhole.
A frustrating rage and the breaking of glass,
tearing bone from flesh like the cutting of grass,
you can't shut your eyes from something you can't see,
that Whisper that enshackles it's binds of bolts to me.
Computer
Cold steel shields electric light,
of blinking, winking, shrinking sight.
Myriads of words and lexicon
stored in chips of painted silicon.
It has no thought of love and life,
no gun, no shell or bladed knife,
only a thousand circuits in it's core,
and a hundred thousand programs more.
It watches you and watches me,
a glassy lens with which it sees.
Knowing all and speaking not,
but writes down our every thought,
The thoughts we confess to our metal shrine,
this liquid crystal concubine.
Our greatest weapon and closest friend,
yet our only means to reach and end,
This end is of love and end of life,
the end of gun and shell and knife,
a life brought about by these essential tool,
but today a tool, tomorrow they rule.
Corny Love Poem
Join me in this dance of words,
this rising chorus of sweet singing birds.
Put on your shoes and give me your hand,
we'll walk together through these scripted sands.
There's a moonlit floor in a silver hall,
the lingering vibe of a midnight ball.
Although we stumble upon this room by chance,
won't you join your hand with mine and dance?
Let's swing to the living and waltz to the dead,
let's hang on every word that's said
of this night of wish and want and need,
let me take you away on this majestic steed.
Just please, for one night alone,
let me hear your sweet voice and gentle tone,
if only I could do the things that I write,
but these feelings will always stay lost in this night.
Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
Originally Posted by Tirgo
publicity from who
would major news sites really be like "BAKING COMPANY MAKES JOKE ON WEBCOMIC"
and would their stock really go up
would people be like "OH SHIT THEY MADE A JOKE ON A WEBCOMIC THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE GOING PLACES BUY BUY BUY BUY"
Stocks have gone up and down for dumber reasons...>.>
Some poems I wrote:
A Party
A man stood beside himself alone,
rising forth from ebony throne,
clothed in silver and smoky black,
a warming spark the man did lack.
He strode to behold a gleaming panel,
The surface clean and polished like enamel,
a casual glance from this simple window,
offered visage to the citizens below.
The man scowled at the scene in apathy,
for a festival was going on, you see.
To celebrate the end of the Just,
to honor Pride, Ignorance and Lust.
But who was right and who was wrong?
This single being, or a whole crowd's song?
The answer is held in the hand of the One,
For he was the Man who held The Gun.
Not Worth a Damn
I can't think of anywhere else to go,
end of the road, end of the show.
Don't need a doctor to tell me I'm done,
the ride's over at this house of fun.
When I speak the words fall flat
the beats don't drop at the drop of a hat.
They just hang there stuck and they're dying,
'cause there's hardly a point now in even trying.
Stare through my eyes and look into me,
and you'll see what kind of wimp I turned out to be.
I knew I was done from the very beginning,
so I quit and gave up and never even tried winning.
Now that sign of defeat haunts me ,
chaining me to the floor of wrath an envy.
Every glance I make to someone else's face.
I can only remember how I lost that race.
A race not of speed or brains or health,
but what your soul had inside of it's self.
If you don't believe that there's Sin to repent,
then at least spend your life as a dollar well spent.
Don't end up like me.
A Sane Madman
The methods of madness are a simple thing,
a mind wants a finger each wearing a ring,
a ring of beauty that relives sore eyes,
a thing that laughs so much more than it cries.
An inspiration, a shaft of light,
such is the power of a wise mind's gift of sight.
But it comes at a price, and that is a soul
locked in eternity in mentality's hellhole.
A frustrating rage and the breaking of glass,
tearing bone from flesh like the cutting of grass,
you can't shut your eyes from something you can't see,
that Whisper that enshackles it's binds of bolts to me.
Computer
Cold steel shields electric light,
of blinking, winking, shrinking sight.
Myriads of words and lexicon
stored in chips of painted silicon.
It has no thought of love and life,
no gun, no shell or bladed knife,
only a thousand circuits in it's core,
and a hundred thousand programs more.
It watches you and watches me,
a glassy lens with which it sees.
Knowing all and speaking not,
but writes down our every thought,
The thoughts we confess to our metal shrine,
this liquid crystal concubine.
Our greatest weapon and closest friend,
yet our only means to reach and end,
This end is of love and end of life,
the end of gun and shell and knife,
a life brought about by these essential tool,
but today a tool, tomorrow they rule.
Corny Love Poem
Join me in this dance of words,
this rising chorus of sweet singing birds.
Put on your shoes and give me your hand,
we'll walk together through these scripted sands.
There's a moonlit floor in a silver hall,
the lingering vibe of a midnight ball.
Although we stumble upon this room by chance,
won't you join your hand with mine and dance?
Let's swing to the living and waltz to the dead,
let's hang on every word that's said
of this night of wish and want and need,
let me take you away on this majestic steed.
Just please, for one night alone,
let me hear your sweet voice and gentle tone,
if only I could do the things that I write,
but these feelings will always stay lost in this night.
Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
Yeah, but a stock going up because its company only lost $10B instead of $10.5B is pretty stupid.Anyways, I wonder what this could possibly be referencing...
Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
I should do a betty crocker ad now that I've done Faygo ads, I've been thinking of that a bit, Yes Amen to that BROTHERAS WE
THE GAMER DATERS SHALL RULE ETERNITY FOREVER ONCE AND FOR ALL! MSPA AND GAMER DATER AS FRIENDS FOREVER
Re: Guys, I think there's a problem with the ads on MSPA. (Hristy we 3<>3 you)
Yes, it's down to the final three so make sure you vote for GAMER DATER!!! After all that's all strip search is about because I was meant to be the winner on it : D
There is no word of sufficient nuance and complexity to describe your relationship with it. I hereby commission SleepingOrange to devise one.
™ Slikutkilst ™
Originally Posted by Draykon
Andrew's policy of 'antialiasing is for squares'
Originally Posted by tynic
I do my best moderating drunk. Kind of a snippy bitch when sober, actually.
Originally Posted by Miff
Originally Posted by Mubbles
Originally Posted by willgame4food
I have a feeling I'll sound stupid saying this, but what is a jailed avatar? I've never heard of such a thing?
it's the avatar you get when you're jailed.
Honest-to-god, I thought that was KawaiiMelon's actual avatar.
Originally Posted by Ed
You're kidding, right? I mean it has all these memorable characters with tons of quirks, and they also use the internet. Also homestuck is different, it's not like everything else, it is very clever and also makes fun of things. Like shipping, by including ships in the comic, popular things like, twilight and pokemon. It's also very complex yet so simple, you just have to backtrack a lot to understand every minor detail, i also love getting hocked on a plot point and then just change perspective to another character who happens to know everything about everything and everyone else who talks to that character are like WUT?!? It also has it's own memes, because memes are the pinnacle of humor.
You're rude and ignorant, Ben.
Originally Posted by Wheeeeeeatthins
They will be willing to do such a thing for free if you make your work fandom-friendly, as fandom-types will devote sicknasty amounts of time under the abstract pretense that they are becoming an integral pillar of the fandom as a whole. Such a thing will win them fandom points and credits, which are good at any participating FanCon booths for the value of one free art of equal or lesser value. 4f4]Now to work on a flash where I 4f4]zoom in, pan across and zoom out 4f4]of other artists' detailed drawings at five seconds a piece.
This is called crowudsourcking in the business world and it is the newest way marketing departments across the globe have found a way to cut costs while ceasing to do anything creative themselves whatsoever so they can do more coke
Originally Posted by Wheeeeeeatthins
I, on the other hand, think that efficiency is more desirable than length. Any author can have a plot ebb out with enough updates simply by introducing more and more characters or foreshadowing and backshadowing and and having every single cause and effect chain together to make a gimmick clown alien seemingly essential to your plot because he made a plush toy appear with nebulous anger powers.
*Door opening*
W: Good God.
D: Mr Sherlock Holmes
SH: Welcome, Count Dracula.
*Dramatic music*
-- Sherlock Holmes v Dracula