Post by tacosyeah on Jan 4, 2014 0:22:39 GMT -8
[serious]I know it's taking a LOT of work and effort to effect these changes. THANK YOU VERY MUCH! As someone who's had to manage TS/forums/rankings/ingame rankings/leadership, I really appreciate this. In exchange for your stellar leadership/management I'd like to offer the story of my name:[/serious]
THE STORY OF tacos?YEAH!
Once upon a time there was a food trailer. This food trailer claimed to serve the best tacos this side of the Rio Grande. The only problem was that there was no way of knowing where this trailer was located. It was quantumly-entangled with the imagination of a madman and, as such, couldn't exist in one place at one time. Along came ADD medication which, at the time, was really helpful in helping the madman make good grades and be successful in school. The madman's madness was relieved under a cloud of pharmaceuticals. This allowed the trailer to exist for more than a fraction of a second and, as a result, unearthed the problem of being earthbound. Unused to being corporeal, the trailer and its occupants pondered how best to continue to exist and retain their tenuous grip on reality. Cloud-based flowers and surreal estate sales proved as imaginary and as profitable as the madman's friends. He was left with nothing but sadness and failure. Swiping away the semantic clouds and linguistic rainbows, the madman sought anything resembling madness to corporate his tenureship with reality. He found it in the form of commercialization. Here, he could tell people any sort of lie and chalk it up to puffery. Nothing was true! Everything was permitted! Thousands upon thousands of lies were told and accepted as truth. There was no fact checking, no evaluation and no verification. The madman had found paradise; the only truth was the one that was shouted the loudest and most frequently. Many voices screamed to be made corporeal but the only god that the people accepted was money. In order for the money god to be made flesh a deal had to be stuck. The food truck would be the altar. The money would be the sacrifice. Unfortunately, the food trailer lacked the theatrics and star-power of a Inca heart offering. The next best thing was a viral advertisement campaign. It was a balls-deep, full-tilt, tl;dr war on hunger. Those who weren't hungry became hungry under the simple but effective advertisement campaign of tacos in unlikely places. A geologist mispronounces talcum to his assistant and tacos are in the field notes. A mechanical engineer mistakes tachometer with a ruler-based taco and adds a half-wheel design to the latest ford prototype. Others mistake this mistake as the new normal. Those who retain their some semblance of reality become confused with the cognitive dissonance of their perception and reality. They begin with a single word as a question. They ask everyone they meet, "tacos?". Those who have given in to the madness reply "YEAH!". Those who still maintain a grip on reality look on in confusion.
I don't know if that made sense but my name is a combination of the sane/insane.
-tacos
THE STORY OF tacos?YEAH!
Once upon a time there was a food trailer. This food trailer claimed to serve the best tacos this side of the Rio Grande. The only problem was that there was no way of knowing where this trailer was located. It was quantumly-entangled with the imagination of a madman and, as such, couldn't exist in one place at one time. Along came ADD medication which, at the time, was really helpful in helping the madman make good grades and be successful in school. The madman's madness was relieved under a cloud of pharmaceuticals. This allowed the trailer to exist for more than a fraction of a second and, as a result, unearthed the problem of being earthbound. Unused to being corporeal, the trailer and its occupants pondered how best to continue to exist and retain their tenuous grip on reality. Cloud-based flowers and surreal estate sales proved as imaginary and as profitable as the madman's friends. He was left with nothing but sadness and failure. Swiping away the semantic clouds and linguistic rainbows, the madman sought anything resembling madness to corporate his tenureship with reality. He found it in the form of commercialization. Here, he could tell people any sort of lie and chalk it up to puffery. Nothing was true! Everything was permitted! Thousands upon thousands of lies were told and accepted as truth. There was no fact checking, no evaluation and no verification. The madman had found paradise; the only truth was the one that was shouted the loudest and most frequently. Many voices screamed to be made corporeal but the only god that the people accepted was money. In order for the money god to be made flesh a deal had to be stuck. The food truck would be the altar. The money would be the sacrifice. Unfortunately, the food trailer lacked the theatrics and star-power of a Inca heart offering. The next best thing was a viral advertisement campaign. It was a balls-deep, full-tilt, tl;dr war on hunger. Those who weren't hungry became hungry under the simple but effective advertisement campaign of tacos in unlikely places. A geologist mispronounces talcum to his assistant and tacos are in the field notes. A mechanical engineer mistakes tachometer with a ruler-based taco and adds a half-wheel design to the latest ford prototype. Others mistake this mistake as the new normal. Those who retain their some semblance of reality become confused with the cognitive dissonance of their perception and reality. They begin with a single word as a question. They ask everyone they meet, "tacos?". Those who have given in to the madness reply "YEAH!". Those who still maintain a grip on reality look on in confusion.
I don't know if that made sense but my name is a combination of the sane/insane.
-tacos