the media is really bizarre and twisted. It is pointless, who cares who’s dating who and if some crazy celebrity was seen getting coffee at a local Starbucks. None of that matters really.
Broadcast. Its a word that makes me think of alot of stuff. Mostle because Ive completed this workshop sever times before realising the reason it never disappeared was because i had to be logged in to progress to the next word. Its not to say
why doesn’t this happen
i mean it’s not like it has to be
broadcast everywhere
like Facebook
and twitter messages that appear from people you dont care about
but i think it’s time for something to happen and
it just isn’t.
make a move already please
its an entertainment for both doer and the watcher. i whish i could do broadcat of something not that i dont have technical capabiklity but as somebudy great said that u shoul only tell story if u have one to . so i wish soon i have something to tell to to the people. P.S. It always helps if u have someone beutyful to broadcast things for u . :)
Oh that’s my word ok. The broadcast came on the tv. I was living in such filthy squalid conditions that cigarette butts were new esteem my toes. Tom broke didn’t know this though, so he kept on reporting from his clean comfortable area in the news room. Well, fuck him.
Some people find it necessary to hook up their hearts to a television screen and play their emotions live. It’s moments like those when I wonder why life’s cable doesn’t go out.
There were times when she sat there and thought that things could not get much worse. The broadcaster, George Fisher, was indeed quite the dashing fellow, but the news! the news was horrific. If she were a journalist it would not be so crude. In fact, they had denied her and what a terrible thing to do!
Today was her first day. She was terribly frightened. Broadcasting was not her ideal occupation yet it was everyone else’s. She was good in front of the camera. But not a good journalist. She very much wanted to be a journalist. But instead she was here. in a stuffy room talking to a projector. Not the visionary work she had wished for.
Upon her broadcasting debut, Elena was terribly frightened. She suspected something very different than what occurred. In fact, it was not bad at all. It was very good. And this led to a new series of events that did not involve broadcasting at all but instead a flurry of investigative opportunities that would changer her life forever.
Upon her broadcasting debut, Elena was terribly frightened. She suspected something very different than what occurred. In fact, it was not bad at all. It was very good. And this led to a new series of events that did not involve broadcasting at all but instead a flurry of investigative opportunities that would changer her life forever.
I closed my eyes and did my best to broadcast my thoughts to him. “don’t go” they’d say, “Stay. Stay forever. I love you.” But he couldn’t hear my thoughts, my head got in the way, and he turned and left. As I watched his back walk out the door, I knew. I would never forget him.
The static came through the radio, interfering with the broadcast. Not that it would matter, no one would hear. No one could, they were all gone now. Radiation poisoning had done it, and civilization was not gone forever. The only clue that there had once been inhabitants here was the same voice, playing the same message on the radio, endlessly, as it would until the radios all turned to dust.
radio television sounds waves broadcast broad to the cast casting broad broadway street new york play phantom of the opera curly hair me and DARCY baby boy goober love him more than life ice cream i am so goober
It’s not something I like to broadcast, but whenever I eat anything at all, I inevitably spill on myself. It’s almost as if I am cursed to be incapable of enjoying food like a normal, coordinated person.
I broadcast my feelings though my touch, running my fingers lightly over her arm. Goosebumps raised over the spot I had touched, and she turned her face until her lips met mine, warm and comfortable and familiar. “I love you.”
I used to broadcast. I was on Moody Campus Radio. But those are days gone by. Ain’t nobody got time for that anymore. Right now I am supposed to be working on a 10 page paper, but instead I sitting here, broadcasting this to whatever strangers happen upon it.
i would just like to broadcast to anyone reading this: you are human, you will make mistakes; but i have faith that you will grow from them. You are HUMAN, strong, beautiful. with all the abilities you need to be happy. so focus on that, and love like there is no tomorrow.
I’ve already done this word! Is this a daily thing? Stumble Upon’s showing of this failed a little. Broadcasting is important in media. I guy I know named Hendrix is into broadcasting. Oh, gosh, Jack Frost is on TV. He’s so cute. Anyway, I hope Hendrix does well. He’s going to college for it. Good on him!
ron burgundy is in broadcasting. He is great at his job. For the most part. I guess. I might go into broadcasting, too. Aguy I know named Hendrix is into broadcasting. He’s trying to be a news anchor or something. Good on him! He’s already won a few turnaments and has awards. I hope he gets far.
A place where people let go of their feelings and just talk, or sometimes they are speaking on the news and broadcasting what is happening around the world. However, broadcast can be split up into two words and just mean you have a “broad cast.” Then what? Does that make it something completely different?
Broadcast starts with a b and is somewhat long but not too long, it makes me think of communication and TV especially. It’s kind of a compound word as it has broad and cast, so casting something broadly like info or something. I like the d in the middle it sticks out of the word.
I can’t put up with this anymore. I can’t turn on the TV and see him there again. I’m gonna fuck up the screen. I’m gonna become a luddite. I’m gonna move to the Amish country. I’m just never gonna leave my bed again, not until the screwed-up version of his story stops being broadcast everywhere.
Her broadcast was jammed, the works gummed up by a bleeding brain that corroded and clotted simultaneously. She couldn’t think, let alone do, and all she craved was sleep to set things straight.
the live broadcast shouted it. out loud, the bombs were coming. and having only my camera as my weapon, i embraced it and faced the front-line, in a cloud of dust and fear and excitement.
it was a screeching, sticky scream of pleasure that radiated through her skin. the pain flowed through the IVs in her veins, a harsh cold liquid that filled them with the spirit of christmas. right?
The first time the news was broadcast on live television, I couldn’t help but think to myself: “this is really happening.” Everything I believed in until that point came to a crashing halt. A new beginning with no end in sight. The future was unwritten.
All I heard was static. The black and white fuzz that floated around me began to thicken as the static drone on. While the quick snap of a voice shouted through, DON’T. Too Late.
i hate the television nowadays because all they show are sad and depressing braodcasts. like, honestly, there seems to be no fucking good news anymore. someone is always getting shot or robbed or raped or another business is going bankrupt. What if for one day a week, new stations focused on the happy news?
to broadcast is to broadcast. idk, share things information with other people who may or may not care about what you have to say. everyone will criticize. some will agree. most will not. radios, tv, idk man.
i am majoring in broadcast journalism. we have a newscast every tuesday night at my school. i am the graphics person. i hope to one day be an anchor. I learned everything in a class called tv fundies last year. it’s where i learned that i really do want to be a broadcast journalist. Also. I like pie. the end.
television broadcasts, people’s favorite shows that they tune in every week to watch…kind of like routine, something they have to do every week, and if they don’t, it’s as if there is a piece of them missing. It’s sad, i guess. but it gives people something to hold on to, a sense of meaning and purpose, something to hold on to.
Jillian Weatherbean could not believe her luck when she received the news from her supervisor. She would be going from coffee-girl to broadcaster over night. And this would be one hell of a case. A recent serial killer had just been caught red handed in the act, and she would be covering his trial. The luck! The absolute luck! Jillian could remember how last night she couldn’t stop complaining to her sister about how she would be stuck serving coffee to her snotty coworkers for the rest of her poor young life.
She was a loud broadcaster. Jesus, even when she wasn’t talking, you could hear her complaining just by looking at her bookwork! I was so tired of listening but….I dunno, it must have been endearing?
It came fast. A loud, crackling voice that broke apart as it called out the message tasked to the voice’s owner. “Will the mother of- Lost child at help center!” The chopper voice called out.
I hit my head recognizing my neice’s name in
broadcasting is how media gets its word out. the media is terrible for people. makes us believe things that are untrue. if the world were to broadcast the truth and empirical evidence it would be a better world. we would spend less time ingesting crap and more time outside.
I don’t really like to broadcast my feelings. I think it’s kind of… well, tacky. Like, I know it’s some people’s thing, and hey, more power to them, but I just… I dunno. I can’t be like that. So sometimes I get worried. I get worried that he doesn’t know how much I… I care about him.
the media is really bizarre and twisted. It is pointless, who cares who’s dating who and if some crazy celebrity was seen getting coffee at a local Starbucks. None of that matters really.
Broadcast. Its a word that makes me think of alot of stuff. Mostle because Ive completed this workshop sever times before realising the reason it never disappeared was because i had to be logged in to progress to the next word. Its not to say
why doesn’t this happen
i mean it’s not like it has to be
broadcast everywhere
like Facebook
and twitter messages that appear from people you dont care about
but i think it’s time for something to happen and
it just isn’t.
make a move already please
its an entertainment for both doer and the watcher. i whish i could do broadcat of something not that i dont have technical capabiklity but as somebudy great said that u shoul only tell story if u have one to . so i wish soon i have something to tell to to the people. P.S. It always helps if u have someone beutyful to broadcast things for u . :)
I actually split the word in my head and read it as “Broadway cast”… My obsession (and lack of inspiration) is showing.
Oh that’s my word ok. The broadcast came on the tv. I was living in such filthy squalid conditions that cigarette butts were new esteem my toes. Tom broke didn’t know this though, so he kept on reporting from his clean comfortable area in the news room. Well, fuck him.
Some people find it necessary to hook up their hearts to a television screen and play their emotions live. It’s moments like those when I wonder why life’s cable doesn’t go out.
There were times when she sat there and thought that things could not get much worse. The broadcaster, George Fisher, was indeed quite the dashing fellow, but the news! the news was horrific. If she were a journalist it would not be so crude. In fact, they had denied her and what a terrible thing to do!
Today was her first day. She was terribly frightened. Broadcasting was not her ideal occupation yet it was everyone else’s. She was good in front of the camera. But not a good journalist. She very much wanted to be a journalist. But instead she was here. in a stuffy room talking to a projector. Not the visionary work she had wished for.
Upon her broadcasting debut, Elena was terribly frightened. She suspected something very different than what occurred. In fact, it was not bad at all. It was very good. And this led to a new series of events that did not involve broadcasting at all but instead a flurry of investigative opportunities that would changer her life forever.
Upon her broadcasting debut, Elena was terribly frightened. She suspected something very different than what occurred. In fact, it was not bad at all. It was very good. And this led to a new series of events that did not involve broadcasting at all but instead a flurry of investigative opportunities that would changer her life forever.
I closed my eyes and did my best to broadcast my thoughts to him. “don’t go” they’d say, “Stay. Stay forever. I love you.” But he couldn’t hear my thoughts, my head got in the way, and he turned and left. As I watched his back walk out the door, I knew. I would never forget him.
The static came through the radio, interfering with the broadcast. Not that it would matter, no one would hear. No one could, they were all gone now. Radiation poisoning had done it, and civilization was not gone forever. The only clue that there had once been inhabitants here was the same voice, playing the same message on the radio, endlessly, as it would until the radios all turned to dust.
radio television sounds waves broadcast broad to the cast casting broad broadway street new york play phantom of the opera curly hair me and DARCY baby boy goober love him more than life ice cream i am so goober
It’s not something I like to broadcast, but whenever I eat anything at all, I inevitably spill on myself. It’s almost as if I am cursed to be incapable of enjoying food like a normal, coordinated person.
I broadcast my feelings though my touch, running my fingers lightly over her arm. Goosebumps raised over the spot I had touched, and she turned her face until her lips met mine, warm and comfortable and familiar. “I love you.”
I used to broadcast. I was on Moody Campus Radio. But those are days gone by. Ain’t nobody got time for that anymore. Right now I am supposed to be working on a 10 page paper, but instead I sitting here, broadcasting this to whatever strangers happen upon it.
i would just like to broadcast to anyone reading this: you are human, you will make mistakes; but i have faith that you will grow from them. You are HUMAN, strong, beautiful. with all the abilities you need to be happy. so focus on that, and love like there is no tomorrow.
I’ve already done this word! Is this a daily thing? Stumble Upon’s showing of this failed a little. Broadcasting is important in media. I guy I know named Hendrix is into broadcasting. Oh, gosh, Jack Frost is on TV. He’s so cute. Anyway, I hope Hendrix does well. He’s going to college for it. Good on him!
ron burgundy is in broadcasting. He is great at his job. For the most part. I guess. I might go into broadcasting, too. Aguy I know named Hendrix is into broadcasting. He’s trying to be a news anchor or something. Good on him! He’s already won a few turnaments and has awards. I hope he gets far.
I should be famous.
A place where people let go of their feelings and just talk, or sometimes they are speaking on the news and broadcasting what is happening around the world. However, broadcast can be split up into two words and just mean you have a “broad cast.” Then what? Does that make it something completely different?
Sometime you will meet people that think their mind broadcsted everywhere. They are just crazy.
Broadcast starts with a b and is somewhat long but not too long, it makes me think of communication and TV especially. It’s kind of a compound word as it has broad and cast, so casting something broadly like info or something. I like the d in the middle it sticks out of the word.
I can’t put up with this anymore. I can’t turn on the TV and see him there again. I’m gonna fuck up the screen. I’m gonna become a luddite. I’m gonna move to the Amish country. I’m just never gonna leave my bed again, not until the screwed-up version of his story stops being broadcast everywhere.
Her broadcast was jammed, the works gummed up by a bleeding brain that corroded and clotted simultaneously. She couldn’t think, let alone do, and all she craved was sleep to set things straight.
the live broadcast shouted it. out loud, the bombs were coming. and having only my camera as my weapon, i embraced it and faced the front-line, in a cloud of dust and fear and excitement.
it was a screeching, sticky scream of pleasure that radiated through her skin. the pain flowed through the IVs in her veins, a harsh cold liquid that filled them with the spirit of christmas. right?
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The first time the news was broadcast on live television, I couldn’t help but think to myself: “this is really happening.” Everything I believed in until that point came to a crashing halt. A new beginning with no end in sight. The future was unwritten.
All I heard was static. The black and white fuzz that floated around me began to thicken as the static drone on. While the quick snap of a voice shouted through, DON’T. Too Late.
i hate the television nowadays because all they show are sad and depressing braodcasts. like, honestly, there seems to be no fucking good news anymore. someone is always getting shot or robbed or raped or another business is going bankrupt. What if for one day a week, new stations focused on the happy news?
to broadcast is to broadcast. idk, share things information with other people who may or may not care about what you have to say. everyone will criticize. some will agree. most will not. radios, tv, idk man.
i am majoring in broadcast journalism. we have a newscast every tuesday night at my school. i am the graphics person. i hope to one day be an anchor. I learned everything in a class called tv fundies last year. it’s where i learned that i really do want to be a broadcast journalist. Also. I like pie. the end.
television broadcasts, people’s favorite shows that they tune in every week to watch…kind of like routine, something they have to do every week, and if they don’t, it’s as if there is a piece of them missing. It’s sad, i guess. but it gives people something to hold on to, a sense of meaning and purpose, something to hold on to.
Jillian Weatherbean could not believe her luck when she received the news from her supervisor. She would be going from coffee-girl to broadcaster over night. And this would be one hell of a case. A recent serial killer had just been caught red handed in the act, and she would be covering his trial. The luck! The absolute luck! Jillian could remember how last night she couldn’t stop complaining to her sister about how she would be stuck serving coffee to her snotty coworkers for the rest of her poor young life.
She was a loud broadcaster. Jesus, even when she wasn’t talking, you could hear her complaining just by looking at her bookwork! I was so tired of listening but….I dunno, it must have been endearing?
It came fast. A loud, crackling voice that broke apart as it called out the message tasked to the voice’s owner. “Will the mother of- Lost child at help center!” The chopper voice called out.
I hit my head recognizing my neice’s name in
broadcasting is how media gets its word out. the media is terrible for people. makes us believe things that are untrue. if the world were to broadcast the truth and empirical evidence it would be a better world. we would spend less time ingesting crap and more time outside.
I don’t really like to broadcast my feelings. I think it’s kind of… well, tacky. Like, I know it’s some people’s thing, and hey, more power to them, but I just… I dunno. I can’t be like that. So sometimes I get worried. I get worried that he doesn’t know how much I… I care about him.