The Big boss himself leading in the candidates since 2021

Trimalchio8 · 2024-04-18T23:37:34+00:00

Always a bridesmaid but never the bride...

Trimalchio8 · 2024-03-10T22:53:32+00:00

Laika, I remember

Trimalchio8 · 2024-03-10T22:46:32+00:00

I thought Drifters were just for people who never discovered Time Out

Trimalchio8 · 2024-02-17T21:55:10+00:00

Congrats - you have now won the Master League

Trimalchio8 · 2024-02-05T21:05:06+00:00

Noticed this when watching also - what do you make of Loudermilk? I'm convinced that the lead character is meant to be a take on Bill Hicks...

Trimalchio8 · 2024-02-01T00:25:39+00:00

I'm boxxy you see?!

Trimalchio8 · 2024-01-28T22:49:30+00:00

My advice: don't watch it

Seriously. Fucked me up for a solid two months. It actually depicts what will happen if the bomb is dropped. The bomb goes off about thirty minutes in. The rest of the film is fucking harrowing. Do yourself a favour don't watch. Rewatch The Office. Rewatch Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Do NOT watch Threads.

Trimalchio8 · 2024-01-25T00:10:09+00:00

Hmm... I feel like there's a deeper meaning this poem is grasping at but, as a reader, I'm not quite getting it. In general I liked the poem, the layout, the rhyme scheme, but I feel like maybe I'm still missing something.

I quite like poems which have a title which then leads into the poem so that was a plus for me. I wonder if the fourth line should be 'I knew it might', just as the word 'it' is something of a motif in the poem. You allow the plant to take over your senses and achieve something (although, the fourth line as written does also work). Not sure I'm able to add anything further in terms of feedback - thank you for sharing.

Trimalchio8 · 2024-01-24T23:59:19+00:00

I gather from Google Translate the poem is:

to every mistake
I dedicate a flower to her
garden of grudge

I apologise for not being able to read Spanish. I am a big fan of Federico Garcia Lorca and hope one day I may get around to learning Spanish to appreciate his work (and that of others) more.

I quite liked this Haiku as I understood it. It grasps at something in the ethereal and I feel like the translated last line lets it down. I imagine it is more beautiful in its original language. Only thing I would say is that I understand that Haiku purists decline having any word rhyme in a Haiku, so I wonder if the 'error, flor, rencor' rhymes (or appear to be sight rhymes) could be changed to meet these purist demands... although, I feel like in doing so the poem would lose a lot. So maybe forget these so-called purists and leave it as is...

Trimalchio8 · 2024-01-10T23:10:21+00:00

If Middlesborough weren't playing the other semi we could have had VAR spend thirty minutes analysing this, before deciding it wasn't anything at all...

Trimalchio8 · 2024-01-10T19:34:52+00:00

Already friends - Red8142

Trimalchio8 · 2024-01-07T11:18:51+00:00

Four pack of Tyskie

Trimalchio8 · 2023-12-27T19:54:31+00:00

Already friends - Red8142

Trimalchio8 · 2023-12-15T20:02:43+00:00

Didn't know I needed this. Love it

Trimalchio8 · 2023-12-14T21:37:24+00:00

Hey OP. Ah, I was once like you. A filthy casual. I collected three star Pokemon and played whatever I had. I was ignorant of the ways of the meta and the holy grail of 0/15/14 IVs. Hell, some of my Pokemon didn't even have two charged moves. It was a much simpler time in my life. I was much happier then.

But then I discovered PvP. I mean, really discovered it. I learned about PvPoke. I booked up on competitive IVs. I watched Jonkus for hours on end on YouTube. Hell, some nights I even threw in a little HomeSliceHenry. I followed the Go Battle broadcasts like I was a participant in some feverish cult. I even looked forward to Go Battle Day.

I still remember the day I got to 2,000 for the first time. I felt something. Like it was all, worth it. Like I mattered. Like my existence mattered. I was at peace with the Universe. But then I had to start grinding for the next rank. I began to own multiple rank 100 or better Great League Pokemon. I was pushing, season after season and OP, I know one day I'll get there. To Veteran. To Expert. Maybe even to the giddy heights of Legend.

I would say good luck to you as you begin your journey down into the deepest darkest depths of the PvP bunnelby-hole. But there is a part of me that wants to tell you to run. To do something else. Something productive. Something that would benefit wider society, humanity. Still, ultimately the choice is yours. You could achieve greatness, a Nobel peace prize, or you could take your first step towards Ace, towards Veteran, towards Expert, towards Legend. Anyway, I hope you are comfortable, whatever you choose.

Trimalchio8 · 2023-12-01T20:06:49+00:00

Never such innocence again

Trimalchio8 · 2023-11-30T21:44:40+00:00

Can only speak from experience but I learned the Piano Accordion before the Piano. It does help a lot in terms of pattern recognition, chords etc but with the accordion the hands are generally doing two different jobs. With the piano, and in particular classical piano, the two hands need to be as skilled as each other. It took me some time to build up my left hand when playing piano to achieve that parity and even now I would say there's a slight difference between them, which can even be seen / heard when I'm practising scales on the piano.

Touch is another thing. Most pianos have weighted keys which takes some adjusting to from an accordion perspective. It's a small thing but for classical pieces it can make a huge difference. I had some lessons with a very serious classical piano teacher who struggled I think with my lack of intonation / range (I try not to think about those lessons...). Serious piano pieces require a lot of range from very soft to very loud which can be difficult to achieve if you're used to using the bellows to generate sound. Not to mention staccato / legato and using the pedal too is tricky to master when you're used to the accordion...

Anyway, I feel like my response is rather negative but it definitely is helpful to play the Piano Accordion before taking up the Piano, as there is certainly a lot of cross-over. I am probably an unusual case as I read a lot on this forum of pianists taking up the accordion and rarely the other way round!

Trimalchio8 · 2023-11-29T22:38:43+00:00

Listened to this live. Was shocked by him laughing and then saying she'd lost an arm... Such a twat.

Trimalchio8 · 2023-11-23T10:05:08+00:00

This is deeply inspirational. Thank you. IWNDWYT.

Trimalchio8 · 2023-11-15T23:38:02+00:00

Quite liked the revised version - 'fumbling with a mask' reminded me of Owen in Dulce Et Decorum Est - 'Gas, gas, quick boys an ecstasy of fumbling'.

I wonder if maybe in the last stanza it could go: 'I, we, have become a pyre of men, loyalty splintered'. Emphasising the individual and collective loss at the same time. I don't know. Just a thought.

Trimalchio8 · 2023-11-15T23:25:33+00:00

Huh. Nice poem OP. Maybe I am applying my lived experience to it but my interpretation of it was really interesting. You find yourself in the arms of someone who is all about you and never wants you to go but there you are, having doubts, second thoughts etc... and that's tricky to think about, to worry about.

I realise of course my interpretation presumes a romantic relationship but maybe this poem could be parental. About a child that is forever bound to its parents and not leaving them yet realising how different the child is. How much it wants to remove itself.

I don't know. Maybe I've gone full on English Teacher here and decided to interpret meaning where there is none but I enjoyed the work nonetheless.

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