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I'm going to explode.
(I'll save the trouble of half the members on here from making their little joke, by asking if you have a tissue handy.)
I'm afraid I don't.
(I'll go get one.)
In a word, argh. I've pushed my mind into the thought that ideas must be communicated. Usually on here, because I've got a bunch of people that like to read what I write.
But now I have to stop myself. I have, in my opinion, come up with the definitive idea, something that I doubt I'll ever be able to reproduce. It's so utterly original, and so bizarre, and so damn perfect.
And I can't tell you a word about it, and it's driving me mad. I can't even hint to you.
I wouldn't be too bad if I was actually seeing the idea come together... but all I'm doing at the moment is coming up with idea and idea, on paper. It's not a whole lot of good on paper, but damn it's good.
I know. I'll tell you the idea, but I'll blank out any words that could give you any idea at what it's about.
Basically: There's **** *****, in ***, the ****, *****, who ***** ******* **** as this **********, and starts to **** a ***** ** *** *****, something ******* *** ** ** *****, become **** **** ** **.
*** ***, ** ***** **** *** ****. ** ***** ** ** **** huge *****, ****** with ******** as *** ** *** *** *** ***. ** finds *** **** ** *** ****, and the ***** ** *** ****, **** ** *****, meets ***.
**** **** that because ** *** *** **** ***** ******* ****, *** **** has ****** *******, and ******** with ****. ** ****, and *** *****, because *** **** ***** *** is *** *********** *** ****, and alas, ******* ** **** **** the *****.
Your job as a gamer is to ** **** **** ** **** ****** *** *****, **** ****** **** *** **** ***, **** *** ***** *** ****** **** ** ***** ****** *****, ******* **** ****, and ****** *******.
I feel so much better now.
And yes, I did actually write that and blank it out, it's not just made up.
(I'll save the trouble of half the members on here from making their little joke, by asking if you have a tissue handy.)
I'm afraid I don't.
(I'll go get one.)
In a word, argh. I've pushed my mind into the thought that ideas must be communicated. Usually on here, because I've got a bunch of people that like to read what I write.
But now I have to stop myself. I have, in my opinion, come up with the definitive idea, something that I doubt I'll ever be able to reproduce. It's so utterly original, and so bizarre, and so damn perfect.
And I can't tell you a word about it, and it's driving me mad. I can't even hint to you.
I wouldn't be too bad if I was actually seeing the idea come together... but all I'm doing at the moment is coming up with idea and idea, on paper. It's not a whole lot of good on paper, but damn it's good.
I know. I'll tell you the idea, but I'll blank out any words that could give you any idea at what it's about.
Basically: There's **** *****, in ***, the ****, *****, who ***** ******* **** as this **********, and starts to **** a ***** ** *** *****, something ******* *** ** ** *****, become **** **** ** **.
*** ***, ** ***** **** *** ****. ** ***** ** ** **** huge *****, ****** with ******** as *** ** *** *** *** ***. ** finds *** **** ** *** ****, and the ***** ** *** ****, **** ** *****, meets ***.
**** **** that because ** *** *** **** ***** ******* ****, *** **** has ****** *******, and ******** with ****. ** ****, and *** *****, because *** **** ***** *** is *** *********** *** ****, and alas, ******* ** **** **** the *****.
Your job as a gamer is to ** **** **** ** **** ****** *** *****, **** ****** **** *** **** ***, **** *** ***** *** ****** **** ** ***** ****** *****, ******* **** ****, and ****** *******.
I feel so much better now.
And yes, I did actually write that and blank it out, it's not just made up.
I can do something though. May not work.
The basis of this idea I came up with a long, long time ago. It's just I've always looked upon it as a jokey sort of idea, nothing really special. And then I looked at it from a different angle, at what it could be. Then I passed that idea around a bit... couldn't really come up with anything for it.
And then I listened to a piece of music that utterly changed the way I think. So utterly inspirational, it's a piece of classical music that I listened to by chance, and I probably now listen to every day. Forget your Mozart and your Bach and all that crap with simple tunes repeated over and over, this is REAL classical music, as far as I'm concerned. :0D
So why I can't tell you anything about it, I can at least show you what it's inspired by. As I said though, may not work, because everyone's mind works differently, so you probably won't "get" this the same way I did. I see stuff when I listen to music, and this is the most descriptive music I've ever heard.
It's called "Fantasia on a Theme of Thomas Tallis", and it's by someone called "Vaughan Williams". I think I'll go look for more stuff by him.
Oh, and it's 15 minutes long.
The basis of this idea I came up with a long, long time ago. It's just I've always looked upon it as a jokey sort of idea, nothing really special. And then I looked at it from a different angle, at what it could be. Then I passed that idea around a bit... couldn't really come up with anything for it.
And then I listened to a piece of music that utterly changed the way I think. So utterly inspirational, it's a piece of classical music that I listened to by chance, and I probably now listen to every day. Forget your Mozart and your Bach and all that crap with simple tunes repeated over and over, this is REAL classical music, as far as I'm concerned. :0D
So why I can't tell you anything about it, I can at least show you what it's inspired by. As I said though, may not work, because everyone's mind works differently, so you probably won't "get" this the same way I did. I see stuff when I listen to music, and this is the most descriptive music I've ever heard.
It's called "Fantasia on a Theme of Thomas Tallis", and it's by someone called "Vaughan Williams". I think I'll go look for more stuff by him.
Oh, and it's 15 minutes long.
I have not actually taken my pills today, thank you for reminding me.
The urine colour means I'm better than you.
Well, no. It doesn't.
But it does mean that quite a few people on here have a sense of humour.
The urine colour means I'm better than you.
Well, no. It doesn't.
But it does mean that quite a few people on here have a sense of humour.
I know what you're going through Grix. It is absolute agony when you have an idea and you're are busting to tell someone but can't or won't or something like that. Everytime I get an idea, I don't have any paper handy so the idea is lost.
Hmmm.. rather odd :D
But aslong as it turns out good then who gives a damn?
But aslong as it turns out good then who gives a damn?
I'm going to explode.
(I'll save the trouble of half the members on here from making their little joke, by asking if you have a tissue handy.)
I'm afraid I don't.
(I'll go get one.)
In a word, argh. I've pushed my mind into the thought that ideas must be communicated. Usually on here, because I've got a bunch of people that like to read what I write.
But now I have to stop myself. I have, in my opinion, come up with the definitive idea, something that I doubt I'll ever be able to reproduce. It's so utterly original, and so bizarre, and so damn perfect.
And I can't tell you a word about it, and it's driving me mad. I can't even hint to you.
I wouldn't be too bad if I was actually seeing the idea come together... but all I'm doing at the moment is coming up with idea and idea, on paper. It's not a whole lot of good on paper, but damn it's good.
I know. I'll tell you the idea, but I'll blank out any words that could give you any idea at what it's about.
Basically: There's **** *****, in ***, the ****, *****, who ***** ******* **** as this **********, and starts to **** a ***** ** *** *****, something ******* *** ** ** *****, become **** **** ** **.
*** ***, ** ***** **** *** ****. ** ***** ** ** **** huge *****, ****** with ******** as *** ** *** *** *** ***. ** finds *** **** ** *** ****, and the ***** ** *** ****, **** ** *****, meets ***.
**** **** that because ** *** *** **** ***** ******* ****, *** **** has ****** *******, and ******** with ****. ** ****, and *** *****, because *** **** ***** *** is *** *********** *** ****, and alas, ******* ** **** **** the *****.
Your job as a gamer is to ** **** **** ** **** ****** *** *****, **** ****** **** *** **** ***, **** *** ***** *** ****** **** ** ***** ****** *****, ******* **** ****, and ****** *******.
I feel so much better now.
And yes, I did actually write that and blank it out, it's not just made up.
(I'll save the trouble of half the members on here from making their little joke, by asking if you have a tissue handy.)
I'm afraid I don't.
(I'll go get one.)
In a word, argh. I've pushed my mind into the thought that ideas must be communicated. Usually on here, because I've got a bunch of people that like to read what I write.
But now I have to stop myself. I have, in my opinion, come up with the definitive idea, something that I doubt I'll ever be able to reproduce. It's so utterly original, and so bizarre, and so damn perfect.
And I can't tell you a word about it, and it's driving me mad. I can't even hint to you.
I wouldn't be too bad if I was actually seeing the idea come together... but all I'm doing at the moment is coming up with idea and idea, on paper. It's not a whole lot of good on paper, but damn it's good.
I know. I'll tell you the idea, but I'll blank out any words that could give you any idea at what it's about.
Basically: There's **** *****, in ***, the ****, *****, who ***** ******* **** as this **********, and starts to **** a ***** ** *** *****, something ******* *** ** ** *****, become **** **** ** **.
*** ***, ** ***** **** *** ****. ** ***** ** ** **** huge *****, ****** with ******** as *** ** *** *** *** ***. ** finds *** **** ** *** ****, and the ***** ** *** ****, **** ** *****, meets ***.
**** **** that because ** *** *** **** ***** ******* ****, *** **** has ****** *******, and ******** with ****. ** ****, and *** *****, because *** **** ***** *** is *** *********** *** ****, and alas, ******* ** **** **** the *****.
Your job as a gamer is to ** **** **** ** **** ****** *** *****, **** ****** **** *** **** ***, **** *** ***** *** ****** **** ** ***** ****** *****, ******* **** ****, and ****** *******.
I feel so much better now.
And yes, I did actually write that and blank it out, it's not just made up.