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this place is a dump Something stinks. Maybe it's just basil itself... is it time to shut this trash heap down for good?
Sunday . . Do any of you have plans for this Sunday? And are you excited for the week to come, or dreading it? We need to appreciate each day as it comes, so ideally we'd feel neither. Obviously that's hard to do, but I've heard that life feels longer if our minds are present and if we're continually experiencing new things.
Is this content? Hello, basil! *Echoes into the distance* I guess nobody is around.
Today is Tuesday Happy Tuesday. We're mid-April and I just feel anxious today. Sometimes I wish I could press a "reset" button on my life and start everything over from scratch. But at the same time, I like who I am today, and our experiences shape our personalities and ambitions. Would I start things over if it meant being a completely different person? I don't know. It would be something to sleep on for sure. It speaks to a larger concept. We can think back, and pinpoint all the things we wish we did differently along the way. A question obviously emerges: what will we be regretting next year? What am I doing today that I will look back on and regret? Logging into basil would certainly be on the list, but I'm sure there's other things too
If Maple came out in 2018 I had a breakdown, and I'm sorry.
expression Marshall McLuhan's timeless phrase can be overused, but the medium truly is the message. I often feel trapped or stuck: inspiration comes, but I am not talented enough in the art form necessary to express my thoughts or emotions accurately. I may be taking the quote and running with it, but I needed a starting point for this post. Some days I have emotions that are very strong and specific. I want nothing more than to express those feelings, and they would be shown best visually. I see the artwork in my head, but I am not skilled enough at drawing or painting to convey my intent. Of course thoughts and emotions can be channeled into literature. The exact sentiment can be detailed perfectly, and it is arguably the most accurate wa
Starbucks Run The depths of night may be upon us, but I'm craving a venti caramel latte. What do you all want? I'll grab a tray and pick some up for everyone. sunshine443 - venti caramel latte
structure . Oftentimes I feel like structure is counter-productive. In theory it makes sense, and some days I find myself happy. The smell of fresh coffee and the breath of morning air can fill me with energy, leaving me excited for the day to come. Establishing a routine may yield the quickest path to a productive life, and can bring long-term fulfillment through diligence. That sounds great on paper. My issue has always been sleep, and the fact that society values early risers. I cannot function most mornings, and the idea of waking up gives me anxiety. Unless I am guaranteed 7+ hours, I put off going to bed for as long as possible. Then, throughout the night, I am awoken by stress dreams every few minutes. Lack of sleep causes a snowball
Where is mrbasil? MrBasil created a thread asking for feedback in September. Check his profile. The last recorded comment is September 22nd, 2017: SIX MONTHS ago. He asked for site feedback, people gave their opinions, and then... This place is a ghost town for a reason. Has he been spotted anywhere else online? Has he just decided to abandon us and this site for good? No posts in October No posts in November No posts in December No posts in January No posts in February No posts in March ... And nothing. Bugs are still rampant. The layout is still less intuitive than it was. Links still don't exist where they should. Predictably, here we all sit. A couple of us checking in each day, to quip about how empty it feels. Are there even any mods?
I have to go pee but my bed is just so comfy. Don't you hate it when you're just about to fall asleep, and your body wakes itself up?
Happy Spring When I was younger I hated spring. It was my least favorite season because of the mud, and because I no longer had an excuse to sit on my ass and play video games or watch TV all day. It was also that gross time of year where you needed a jacket in the morning, but would be drenched in sweat as the afternoon temperatures rose. I liked playing in the melted snow, and the smell of the little ponds that formed, but that was it. All around, it was a cold, muddy, and uncomfortable time of year. I still feel that way, to be honest with you. But this winter has been weird, so even though the Vernal Equinox was last Tuesday, it doesn't quite feel like springtime yet. Slow and steady, I guess. In a couple weeks we're probably going to h
You know, it really is sad This community didn't need to die. Especially since Chat Island was separate from the game in the first place, and Maple was not the draw for most users of /6/. I'm feeling nostalgic tonight, and have been reading old threads. There were moments in the past when people would freak out over [i]a few minutes[/i] of site downtime. The contrast with what we have now is astounding. Remember when we sat on the forum all day, constantly refreshing like crazy people? When there was a new thread every few minutes? I didn't bring that up to be sentimental, or to pull the age-old [i]"remember the time when."[/i] I brought it up to really put things into perspective. The users were passionate, and people like that don't just
Why is the UI worse than it was years ago? I mean can you even compare it?
Never have I felt more embarrassed I'm not the type of woman who's afraid to flaunt her body. My hair is gorgeous, my thighs are shapely, and I would never leave home without at least a few inches of cleavage. Today I was feeling extra hot, pausing in front of each storefront to check myself out in the reflection. I slapped my ass when a Wall Street pig wolf-whistled in passing, then dug my pointed nail into his leg. The whale keeled over, and I stomped a heel into his chest as I continued my promenade. I had somewhere to be, and was already late. I arrived at my destination: a ritzy hotel on Fourth Avenue. Now I don't consider myself to be an opportunist, but I was meeting an older gentleman for brunch. My outfit showed just enough skin to
can I not make threads? I just wrote a new thread and it said "error" and didn't post. Testing. Also wtf.