Also, this was the Flash (it has all my cartoons up to a point, none by anyone else unless it was a collab featuring my work). You can see my dedication to making it a circlejerk, because let's be honest, it's always fun to see your character in a Flash.

Quote from: PhantomCatClock on April 06, 2017, 10:14:26 PM
let's be honest, it's always fun to see your character in a Flash.

my primary motivation in the early days was to get well known enough to passively foster this lol

there was a point where I knew every flash I'd ever been featured in, because generally it would be somebody who was my buddy and they'd let me know
now I'm too popular to care

Well, apparently you've been in three of mine

two of which were collabs

hm well you're a good dude I'll have to put you in some of mine sometime. I don't know when, but we'll get together then
you know we'll have a good time then

I was dreaming that I was in the middle of scheduling a haircut when my alarm woke me just now I really need to get my hair cut

Quote from: RobClock on April 07, 2017, 03:17:40 AM
I was dreaming that I was in the middle of scheduling a haircut when my alarm woke me just now I really need to get my hair cut

Oh sweet. Okay just clean it up around the ears and fix up the cow licks so I don't look like alfalpha

This has been a good week for weird dreams about your day-to-day life. I had one for the last two nights

Yesterday my #1 California Buddyâ,,¢ said he always wanted to "go on a bender" but didn't want to get like blackout drunk for it and probably only wanted to do two days, and I'm the only person he trusts for that and if I was game. On one hand we're waiting until after his bodybuilding competition to do this, so he's not exactly a Clock, but on the other he actually said "I've always wanted to go on a bender" so maybe he is a nerd on the inside. ANYWAY so I dreamed I was in like some little eastern European cobblystoney town with my cousin and we were having shenanigans and I checked my phone and there were pictures of us doing stuff THAT I DIDN'T REMEMBER and in the middle of this real feeling dream I actually had the thought "holy shit I'm dreaming about drinking for multiple days because one conversation I had like four hours ago."

just checked my phone, though. it was a dream

Quote from: PhantomCatClock on April 05, 2017, 03:35:32 PM
amazon being awesome

indeed, amazon has been very helpful to me, and they always gave me good answers to my questions.
i remember, one day one of my orders got lost (i never received it), and i messaged their help center.
they checked out my order, they saw that, indeed, it was lost on transit, and they shipped it again to me, for free(since it was the shipping company's fault), so i finally got my item, and i was very happy.
other than that though, they've always been excellent in the shipping department, and their services are always superb.

Quote from: rob-clock on April 05, 2017, 03:35:32 PM
tl;dr but I'd read The Protocols of the Elders of Strawberry Clock: Spamthology

say, do you have the files from the ''spam novel''? i would like to see them, i do wonder what things the people have posted for it...
(also it will be added to my ''CC cool stuff to read'' folder.)

Quote from: Slurpee on April 06, 2017, 09:46:24 PM
this wi.i.p. message

QuoteThis place is a message...and part of a system of messages...pay attention to it!
Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture.
This place is not a place of honor...no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here...nothing valued is here.
What is here is dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger.
The danger is in a particular location...it increases toward a center...the center of danger is here...of a particular size and shape, and below us.
The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.
The danger is to the body, and it can kill.
The form of the danger is an emanation of energy.
The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.

indeed, this is a VERY interesting message.
its talking about radiation, right?
this reminds me of a poem that propaganda clock once wrote in here, it was very beautiful. (ask me if you want to hear it).

Quote from: PhantomCatClock on April 06, 2017, 10:14:26 PM
let's be honest, it's always fun to see your character in a Flash.

i agree, its always fun.
say, phantomcat, if i will add you in my next 3 movies, will you be my friend?

Quote from: PhantomCatClock on April 07, 2017, 02:56:46 PM
This has been a good week for weird dreams[...]
ANYWAY so I dreamed I was in like some little eastern European cobblystoney town with my cousin and we were having shenanigans and I checked my phone and there were pictures of us doing stuff THAT I DIDN'T REMEMBER and in the middle of this real feeling dream I actually had the thought "holy shit I'm dreaming about drinking for multiple days because one conversation I had like four hours ago."

just checked my phone, though. it was a dream

hahahaha! this was an epic dream! (it reminded me of hangover)
would you mind if i animated this dream in flash?
(my only problem is: how should i draw your friend: as a clockfriend/a clock-character, OR, as a human dude? unless you have something specific to say about him/a good description of him. (doesnt need to be 100% accurate, just the basics. (tall, short, athletic/skinny? , indian/caucasian/asian, etc etc).)

In that same dream Sean Connery came to my house in a YTMND shirt so it might not be the best source material to be using

Quote from: BilliardBall10 on April 07, 2017, 06:23:28 PM
indeed, this is a VERY interesting message.
its talking about radiation, right?

yes

Quote from: BilliardBall10 on April 07, 2017, 06:23:28 PM
this reminds me of a poem that propaganda clock once wrote in here, it was very beautiful.

yes

Quote from: BilliardBall10 on April 07, 2017, 06:23:28 PM
(ask me if you want to hear it).

yes

First there was a whole episode that took place at a school I used to go to, but I can't remember it. Then I woke up in my bed, which was in my childhood bedroom. (Even though it actually looked like my current room.) I had the erie feeling someone was watching me from a nearby balcony, so I pretended to be asleep for the longest time, tossing and turning. I was making weird shapes with my body under the blanket, like a pyramid with my ass as the apex, when it hit me: "He couldn't have been poisoned by my bed! I have slept in it for at least ten years!" I had an argument with my dad about microbes. First we were having this discussion in his living room, then on a jumbo jet flying home. A flight attendant accidentaly deleted a letter I was writing, when he had to check something on my iPad clone. I tried to punch him, but missed and I was subsequently barred from entering first class, where my dad was sitting. We landed in my city. The fact that there's no airport here didn't seem to hinder that, and before long we were driving along the highway, with cars all around. Horses in adjacent fields were spooked by the noise, jumped the fence and rushed onto the road, galloping out in front of the plane. At first I was worried they would hit oncoming traffic. I saw flashes of bloody horse cadavers sticking out of the windshields of wrecked cars. Instead they went under the wings and were chopped to bits by the propellers. After a while we arrived at an intersection between the superhighway and a dirt road. I got off the plane and noticed a Dutch Christian Democratic politician on a path below, we locked eyes and I gave him a Nazi salute by accident. I hugged a woman that was standing there, who turned out to be German chancellor Angela Merkel (another Christian Democrat, maybe they were holding a convention there). Mindy Kaling (another noted Christian Democrat?) had made me a cape out of sheet protectors and scotch tape, which I threw in the trash. Something with a cat and the great outdoors that I can't remember. The end.

Last night I dreamed of a YouTube video that ended with a guy I knew in elementary school getting hit in the nuts (comedically). There was a lot of build up to it but the details are escaping me.

Quote from: GreyClock on April 08, 2017, 04:20:17 AMnoticed a Dutch Christian Democratic politician on a path below

Allow me to introduce you to this creepy fucker.

Sybrand van Haersma Buma

Quote from: PhantomCatClock on April 07, 2017, 10:11:31 PM
In that same dream Sean Connery came to my house in a YTMND shirt so it might not be the best source material to be using

thats it! now i want to do this movie even more...
110% determination. oh, lemme ask you BTW:

Quote from: PhantomCatClock on April 07, 2017, 02:56:46 PM
so I dreamed I was in like some little eastern European cobblystoney town with my cousin

OK, so, if you're talking about some ''eastern european stone-town'' im gonna put you in romania in my movie.
now, about your cousin: is he a clock member/a clockfriend? and if not, HOW should i draw him? as a clock-creature, or as a human? help me out, phantomcat.
im trying to make a movie in here!

Quote from: Slurpee on April 08, 2017, 12:54:12 AM

Quote from: BilliardBall10 on April 07, 2017, 06:23:28 PM
this reminds me of a poem that propaganda clock once wrote in here, it was very beautiful.
(ask me if you want to hear it).

yes

thank you.

the poem goes as follows:
''i once admired the past glories of our ancestors, the legends of our heroes and the names of my friends;
one day i've decided to carve their deeds and their names on a giant marble stone;
many years passed, and the seasons flew before my eyes; eventually, the marble collumn cracked and disappeared...
with my broken memory, i wrote down a few stories and some names+tales of my friends;
i wrote everything on a large place of iron;
once again, many years have passed, and i saw endless winters in my land; eventually, the iron plate got rusty, brown, and it broke down in pieces; it was no more.
with all the disappointment of my heart, i rested my hopes on a piece of wood;
i took the trunk of a tree, i shaped it carefully, and i wrote whatever i could remember on it: a couple old tales and some of my best friends names, only the ones of those that i held most dear;
but alas, time waits for no man, and time ravaged and broke down my wooden monument into splinters and dust;
it existed no more.
so, from that point onwards, i no longer write things on stones, or on any material;
i only keep the memories of my loved ones and of the old tales locked deep within my heart;
for it might not be stone, iron, nor marble,
but in that place they will always be honoured, glorified and kept alive;
for in my memory, they will stay youthful in there forever, always beautiful, happy and vivid;
and in my heart, they will shine from the glory of my love, for they were the ones i loved the most.''

i know, it might sound silly to you, but i liked that poem when i first saw it on prop's sig, and i still remember it fondly to this day.
im sentimental, so yeah.

it talks about time, life, and the power of keeping others alive in your memories/in your tales, so its quite romantic.
also it talks about the (seeming) futility of life*, and the power of time, so its kinda cool.

*in reality, life is full of meaning and its 100% worth living, because its a great thing to be alive.
i know that the void exists, and the entropy is real, but i have hope, and i like life.

Quote from: BilliardBall10 on April 08, 2017, 10:47:37 AMthe poem goes as follows:
''i once admired the past glories of our ancestors, the legends of our heroes and the names of my friends;
one day i've decided to carve their deeds and their names on a giant marble stone;
many years passed, and the seasons flew before my eyes; eventually, the marble collumn cracked and disappeared...
with my broken memory, i wrote down a few stories and some names+tales of my friends;
i wrote everything on a large place of iron;
once again, many years have passed, and i saw endless winters in my land; eventually, the iron plate got rusty, brown, and it broke down in pieces; it was no more.
with all the disappointment of my heart, i rested my hopes on a piece of wood;
i took the trunk of a tree, i shaped it carefully, and i wrote whatever i could remember on it: a couple old tales and some of my best friends names, only the ones of those that i held most dear;
but alas, time waits for no man, and time ravaged and broke down my wooden monument into splinters and dust;
it existed no more.
so, from that point onwards, i no longer write things on stones, or on any material;
i only keep the memories of my loved ones and of the old tales locked deep within my heart;
for it might not be stone, iron, nor marble,
but in that place they will always be honoured, glorified and kept alive;
for in my memory, they will stay youthful in there forever, always beautiful, happy and vivid;
and in my heart, they will shine from the glory of my love, for they were the ones i loved the most.''

I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down...

The poem makes no goddamn sense, on a number of levels. Firstly, the order of materials is weird: marble and iron don't work? Try wood! Secondly, our faulty human memory is referenced twice, before the heart suddenly emerges as the last bastion of memory? Our famously immortal, everliving hearts -as I was saying to my friend Hammurabi the other day- that continue to outlast all those flimsy marble, iron and wooden artifacts and structures. Hell, there are papyrus scrolls that are over four millennia old, and that's made from a fucking plant. If you're looking for longevity, the human heart ain't it. Not to mention that's not where you remember (or love) things anyway. It's a great example of a shitty metaphor that should've been retired decades, if not centuries ago. I love you with all my sphincter.

Quote from: BilliardBall10 on April 08, 2017, 10:47:37 AM*in reality, life is full of meaning and its 100% worth living, because its a great thing to be alive.
i know that the void exists, and the entropy is real, but i have hope, and i like life.

Get a load of this homophile... 

Added smiley lest you have another fit.

pome

almost a powem, but barely not