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So, is there anything sad or beautiful that moves Dakka's black, frozen heart? Fictional, real, whatever?
My most recent one would be the ending of Gran Torino. Walt got mowed down and I teared up when it cut to his funeral.
People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
garret wrote:Animal helping commercials. Like ASPCA.
Those used to work on me too, but now they are more of a nuisance. :\ They flood the commercials here and it just loses all shock value after so many times....
My black shriveled up heart tears itself asunder over ego tripping environmentalists, does that count?
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Also, there's another movie ending, but I can't remember it right now. Someone might be dying during it or something? Seriously, I'm drawing a blank on it, but do remember the being near to tears.
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garret wrote:Animal helping commercials. Like ASPCA.
Those used to work on me too, but now they are more of a nuisance. :\ They flood the commercials here and it just loses all shock value after so many times....
Plus, once you adopt from a shelter, you more feel you've done your part(but sometimes the opposite, like my sister in law).
I'm just tired of Sarah McLachlan preaching to me about dogs and cats.
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Platuan4th wrote:
Also, the dog episode of Futurama.
Your not alone its one of the sure fire ways to determine if someone is a robot
H.B.M.C. wrote:
"Balance, playtesting - a casual gamer craves not these things!" - Yoda, a casual gamer.
Three things matter in marksmanship -
location, location, location
MagickalMemories wrote:How about making another fist?
One can be, "Da Fist uv Mork" and the second can be, "Da Uvver Fist uv Mork."
Make a third, and it can be, "Da Uvver Uvver Fist uv Mork"
Eric
The Secret Goldfish episode of Ghost in the Shell, where a little girl gets a tachikoma to help her look for her lost dog, but later she tells the tachikoma that she already knew was just so that her parents didnt worry about her, its so sad, I cried
garret wrote:Animal helping commercials. Like ASPCA.
Holy gak this. You know that one where the little girl goes to the pound to pick a puppy and she eventually picks the three-legged one? And then the walk out together and you see she has a prosthetic leg?
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
Manchu wrote:Strangely, I've never felt the same for cats. Seeing some of the crap people post of torturing cats makes me mad. But not really sad.
I think it's because cats don't have the same bond with humans that dogs do. I mean, we've had domesticated canines since we were huddled in caves.
People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
Cheese Elemental wrote:My most recent one would be the ending of Gran Torino. Walt got mowed down and I teared up when it cut to his funeral.
Oh, brilliant. That's just fantastic, Cheese. At least now I don't have to fething watch it!
Things that move me.... 'Dolphins' by Tim Buckley, for some reason.
But IRL, seeing people I care about hurting - can't stand it. I can personally take a lot of blows, both mentally and physically, but that one I can't deal with.
Cheese Elemental wrote:My most recent one would be the ending of Gran Torino. Walt got mowed down and I teared up when it cut to his funeral.
Oh, brilliant. That's just fantastic, Cheese. At least now I don't have to fething watch it!
Sorry, man.
People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
Then watch this:
Cried for 2 hours straight on 2nd last episode.
had to wait 2 more months to finish the last episode...
It has all the heart wrenching elements of Grave of the Fire Fly multiplied by X amount of episodes it has.
Its painful to watch , me and my friends always asked ourselves why do we insist on keep watching it...
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Manchu wrote:Strangely, I've never felt the same for cats. Seeing some of the crap people post of torturing cats makes me mad. But not really sad.
Perhaps it's becuase cats seem a bit cold and distant,and thus do not cuase "us" to respond with as much compasion as "we" do towards dogs.
However,I like cats as well,and would hate to see them mistreated.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
Manchu wrote:Strangely, I've never felt the same for cats. Seeing some of the crap people post of torturing cats makes me mad. But not really sad.
Perhaps it's becuase cats seem a bit cold and distant,and thus do not cuase "us" to respond with as much compasion as "we" do towards dogs. However,I like cats as well,and would hate to see them mistreated.
Oh, just wait until you see 'Zippo Cat'.
No, I'm not going to link a picture for you. It's far too gruesome.
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People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
Manchu wrote:Strangely, I've never felt the same for cats. Seeing some of the crap people post of torturing cats makes me mad. But not really sad.
Perhaps it's becuase cats seem a bit cold and distant,and thus do not cuase "us" to respond with as much compasion as "we" do towards dogs.
However,I like cats as well,and would hate to see them mistreated.
Cats are jerks.
Something that tugs my heart strings now that i think about it?
Forming any kind of connection to people that is on an emotional level.
Every time I do it, bad s**t happens. So I tend to try and avoid doing that.
Manchu wrote:Strangely, I've never felt the same for cats. Seeing some of the crap people post of torturing cats makes me mad. But not really sad.
Perhaps it's becuase cats seem a bit cold and distant,and thus do not cuase "us" to respond with as much compasion as "we" do towards dogs.
However,I like cats as well,and would hate to see them mistreated.
Oh, just wait until you see 'Zippo Cat'.
No, I'm not going to link a picture for you. It's far too gruesome.
Hmmm,the tittle "Zippo Cat" sounds like I might become angry watching it.
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Oh pffft....Cats are just independent,self absorbed and would possiably eat you if they could...but that dosen't make 'em "bad".
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
The dog episode from Futurama, as well as the movies (different kind of tears). When I was about nine or so, cried when Rachel dies in the second-to-last Animorph book.
Every once in a while I'll venture onto 4chan looking for mindfeth, creepy pasta, or baw threads. I've got the best I've found for each saved on my computer. I've got some baw thread images that make me tear up (as well as some creepy pasta that I won't read unless it's daytime).
Here we are, originally saw this one on 4chan. Located a text version at www.helpsaveone.org.
Help Save One wrote:A Heartless Job
This has been posted all over the internet, I'm not sure who originally wrote it. Please, if you know who wrote it, let me know so I can credit them. I feel that it sums up what we're doing, what we work and live for every day of our lives. I also felt it was important to post, because we get a lot of emails saying that the people who gas the dogs are horrible... it's the laws that are horrible, and need to be changed. We need to all work together to get these laws changed, and outlawed. It's not the shelter workers who make the laws, they're just forced to follow them. And I felt that it belonged right on the front page, with the video. This is why we do what we do.
Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living. I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina. I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.
There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am.
I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.
First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell. Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man.
The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.
Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.
So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages.
I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs.
They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellys. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.
I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name.
They will not die without a name.
I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch.
I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.
Some tilt their heads to try to understand.
I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.
I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.
After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins. Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die. I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me. As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog is smiling at us and them don't even move their heads. They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.
As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.
We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box.
The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.
As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.
We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.
Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.
My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.
We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.
They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.
I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian. After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.
It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.
I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don't eat, I can't eat. It's now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.
I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear. They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box. The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas. He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job. I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs. He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.
I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did.
In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.
They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!
So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.
As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate.
This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough.
Then watch this:
Cried for 2 hours straight on 2nd last episode.
had to wait 2 more months to finish the last episode...
It has all the heart wrenching elements of Grave of the Fire Fly multiplied by X amount of episodes it has.
Its painful to watch , me and my friends always asked ourselves why do we insist on keep watching it...
Gotta second Saikano, I've watched it like 5 times.... It hurt's so much but it's so good :(
Oh and the Zabuza arc in naruto was pretty darn fethed up with how he and Haku ended up.
Rustyknight... oh my God. That's... oh God, I think I need to lie down for a bit.
People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
-to many points to bother to count.
