“Pass it here,” she commanded.
“Pass what?” I wondered back patiently.
“The thingy,” she flapped her hands frustratedly at me, “the thingy!”
I looked around the room exasperated. There were many thingy’s which she could be referring to. She clapped her hands with sudden excitment as her eyes lit up with realisation.
“The controller! The remote controller! Thats what I want!”
I smiled and leaned forward to hand it to her. It was always a relief when words returned to her.
Controllers remind me of playing video games at my friend’s houses when I was in middle school. Coincidentally, it also reminds me of the smell of Doritos and farts.
buttons you press you can play video games or turn on tv it is fun to play with idfk ummmm how am i supposed to do this i have no idea i’m just going to keep typing though ohhh god the time is about to run out what should i do.. oh god it’s sooo scary 3 2 1 blast offfff
in figurative language, we can say that controllers can either be to control objects or people. the truth is that in a world conditioned as ours few can perceive when they are being conditioned to do as they wish. It is like we have a enormous puppeteer that we are not aware of.
Did you ever feel like you wanted to just give control of your life to someone else? Maybe things would be easier if they just had a “life controller.” Sometimes I wish that. I’m so indecisive, that maybe someone else making my decisions for me would be better. Or maybe I could control something else in someone else’s life…
Controlling. I often feel the need to control other people, does that make me a controller? I want what’s best for my friends and family, does that make me a controller? Do I force people to do what they don’t want to do against their will? Am I a controller?
remotely grabbing and changing the world in which i see. The controller is the one that tells the world how to act, react, and be. controlling things out of our control is the leading cause of stress and angst. I have been both out of control and in control at different times in my life.
Anyone else remember the original xbox controller? That thing felt like you were holding a big plastic hamburger with buttons. I still think playstation controllers are the worst and the N64 controller is eternally the best. Also, I’m a geek.
oh yes. I know you. I know you well. I know your name. and yes, your other name too. I know where you go and what you do. I’ve spoken to your ex-lover and she told me everything. and more.
He has it in his hand, the white piece of plastic that controlled his universe. And now it was controlling mine. Zombies, armies, football teams and now this – the worst so far.I couldn’t bear to look at the screen. This had to be some mistake. Why her?
Every night they would fight, it never stopped, really. One would have it, and then the other, but the one constant was that whenever one had it, the other hated what they did with it. Some might think that distractions can help world peace, but not if the distraction causes more fighting
The boss’ wife at the music video production company was the controller. I mean, she did the accounting. She also might have been the controller in the other sense as well. Wait, maybe the term is “comptroller” and not controller at all?
Other thought: when my 4-year-old son doesn’t want to do something he says, “My control hurts.”
The batteries in this damn thing run out too fast. We are constantly changing them as the kid is constantly on the x-box. I think he is going to wear the darn thing out. Anyone know who much a new controller will cost? Oy…..
My little brother turned the controller and his body while playing mario kart racing. Again, a sad sunday morning. The poor boy will never know anytihng more than videos on Sunday, what about church, what about faith, what about the love of his parents? Twisted, just like the cord attached to the junky controller that often needed a good knock to function.
Someone who is trying to make me do things i dont want to do.
Someone who cannot stop trying to change the people around them.
Someone who might mean well but just pisses me off!
or maybe just the thing i use to change the channel…
Summer.
During summer everything is in peace. Every thing is wonderful. I love summer. During summer they have no school! During summer i juste have fun whit my friends and i takes some drugs ! Love it
iam the controller of my life,. atleast i wanna be taht. but actually why shud anyone, for that matter ven me- control my life?? it is to be free right, the way it is!!
Like the Nintendo, like Mario Bros, like Yoshi, like mon enfance, like ma famille, like me depuis vingt ans. J’ai grandi avec Nintendo. J’aime bien les jeux comme ca.
My controller was broken.
He knew it was going to happen.
“I told you so,” he said. “You shouldn’t use it as a hammer.”
I told him that it was useful to use a controller as a hammer.
“No it’s not,” he said. “You can’t control anything with violence.”
“Quit movin’ the blanket!” She exclaimed, body stretched across her husband’s lap as he tied the fleece around her, smiling gently. “Holy crap!” she exclaimed as the Big Daddy burst through a wall and attacked her. In a fit of laughter and clicking, she defeated it, uncaring as she was wrapped up.
“The fact that the controller in this country is the government itself is not an evil that I am willing to abide by any longer. For the reason that my family has been murdered by this government, I am no longer willing to stand aside and life ‘free'” General Abaxus, final book of the Reckless Days Saga
“La confianza está bien, el control es mejor.” No me lo han dicho sólo una vez. Lo repetían, sobre todo los hombres adultos, casados, con varios hijos. La confianza significa descontrol. Significa arbitrariedad. Sólo con control estricto se puede llegar a disciplina y éxito.
my mother was an evil intergalactic space nazi, she had the remote to control mind and matter. is was a rough time for every one in the land of home. what once was was never again. and what could have been wasn’t. she was the controller.
the world as one peace love harmony MUSIC RULES people in love flowers hugs kisses gaga in normal clothes people I am in a decent job where i hekp people lots of freedom a
Zimbabwe without Mugabe
I have already written about this topic. If you really want me to i will write about it again. Life is full of controllers, I am not really one of them. I am a bossy follower. I am ashamed that I am a bossy follower. I have gone off on a tangent. Quick! Controller!
Lack of self-control caused me to grab the remote from my husband, who in return hugged me until I gave it up. Then we turned off the TV and switched to other, better things.
THe fat controller strolled down the platform for his customary chat with Thomas the Tank Engine. He had just had a great morning controlling the things that needed controlling and was feeling good and in control. Thomas liked the fat controller because he was good at his job.
something you hold in your hand and it is an item that is an extension of your portable power. Control isnt always a good thing. Some things arent mean to be controlled. the abuse of mind control maybe? i hope we dont get to that point. thats when its all over. forever and ever.
You aren’t your own, you are someone else. And someone else is you. Run run. Jump. Fly, fight, die. You make you do? No. You aren’t you. Someone else is you. And you are someone else. Who is in control? Who runs the roost? Who dominates?
I was going to write something about a relationship. I was going to write something about video games. I was going to write something about God and how he is the controller of everything. But guess what? I control what I write, and I don’t want to write about the word ‘controller’ because nothing sounded right.
he had the power. he was in control. the people bowed before his awesome power. if they had a problem, he would solve it. either with a subtle yet wonderful solution. or the murder of one or both parties. it was a great system.
“Pass it here,” she commanded.
“Pass what?” I wondered back patiently.
“The thingy,” she flapped her hands frustratedly at me, “the thingy!”
I looked around the room exasperated. There were many thingy’s which she could be referring to. She clapped her hands with sudden excitment as her eyes lit up with realisation.
“The controller! The remote controller! Thats what I want!”
I smiled and leaned forward to hand it to her. It was always a relief when words returned to her.
This makes me think of video games, and video games make me think of you, and I’m just really fucking tired of thinking about you.
Controllers remind me of playing video games at my friend’s houses when I was in middle school. Coincidentally, it also reminds me of the smell of Doritos and farts.
buttons you press you can play video games or turn on tv it is fun to play with idfk ummmm how am i supposed to do this i have no idea i’m just going to keep typing though ohhh god the time is about to run out what should i do.. oh god it’s sooo scary 3 2 1 blast offfff
in figurative language, we can say that controllers can either be to control objects or people. the truth is that in a world conditioned as ours few can perceive when they are being conditioned to do as they wish. It is like we have a enormous puppeteer that we are not aware of.
Did you ever feel like you wanted to just give control of your life to someone else? Maybe things would be easier if they just had a “life controller.” Sometimes I wish that. I’m so indecisive, that maybe someone else making my decisions for me would be better. Or maybe I could control something else in someone else’s life…
game
stick
fun
awesome
nerd
darkness
basement
video
nazi
dictator
hitler
evil
difficult
frustrating
hurtful
delicate
xbox
playstation
Controlling. I often feel the need to control other people, does that make me a controller? I want what’s best for my friends and family, does that make me a controller? Do I force people to do what they don’t want to do against their will? Am I a controller?
controller.
you can’t control me.
Controller? I barely know ‘er!
womp womp woooomp.
remotely grabbing and changing the world in which i see. The controller is the one that tells the world how to act, react, and be. controlling things out of our control is the leading cause of stress and angst. I have been both out of control and in control at different times in my life.
Anyone else remember the original xbox controller? That thing felt like you were holding a big plastic hamburger with buttons. I still think playstation controllers are the worst and the N64 controller is eternally the best. Also, I’m a geek.
oh yes. I know you. I know you well. I know your name. and yes, your other name too. I know where you go and what you do. I’ve spoken to your ex-lover and she told me everything. and more.
He has it in his hand, the white piece of plastic that controlled his universe. And now it was controlling mine. Zombies, armies, football teams and now this – the worst so far.I couldn’t bear to look at the screen. This had to be some mistake. Why her?
Every night they would fight, it never stopped, really. One would have it, and then the other, but the one constant was that whenever one had it, the other hated what they did with it. Some might think that distractions can help world peace, but not if the distraction causes more fighting
The boss’ wife at the music video production company was the controller. I mean, she did the accounting. She also might have been the controller in the other sense as well. Wait, maybe the term is “comptroller” and not controller at all?
Other thought: when my 4-year-old son doesn’t want to do something he says, “My control hurts.”
How much you treated me with tenderness—only I could never figure out which ones would end with success or less.
The batteries in this damn thing run out too fast. We are constantly changing them as the kid is constantly on the x-box. I think he is going to wear the darn thing out. Anyone know who much a new controller will cost? Oy…..
My little brother turned the controller and his body while playing mario kart racing. Again, a sad sunday morning. The poor boy will never know anytihng more than videos on Sunday, what about church, what about faith, what about the love of his parents? Twisted, just like the cord attached to the junky controller that often needed a good knock to function.
Someone who is trying to make me do things i dont want to do.
Someone who cannot stop trying to change the people around them.
Someone who might mean well but just pisses me off!
or maybe just the thing i use to change the channel…
Summer.
During summer everything is in peace. Every thing is wonderful. I love summer. During summer they have no school! During summer i juste have fun whit my friends and i takes some drugs ! Love it
I NEED TO BE THE C0NTROLLER NOT CONTROLLED…THEN I AM SMILING.
Someone who likes to be in control
iam the controller of my life,. atleast i wanna be taht. but actually why shud anyone, for that matter ven me- control my life?? it is to be free right, the way it is!!
Like the Nintendo, like Mario Bros, like Yoshi, like mon enfance, like ma famille, like me depuis vingt ans. J’ai grandi avec Nintendo. J’aime bien les jeux comme ca.
My controller was broken.
He knew it was going to happen.
“I told you so,” he said. “You shouldn’t use it as a hammer.”
I told him that it was useful to use a controller as a hammer.
“No it’s not,” he said. “You can’t control anything with violence.”
“Quit movin’ the blanket!” She exclaimed, body stretched across her husband’s lap as he tied the fleece around her, smiling gently. “Holy crap!” she exclaimed as the Big Daddy burst through a wall and attacked her. In a fit of laughter and clicking, she defeated it, uncaring as she was wrapped up.
Under one we
live.
Thats what we say at least.
We know the norm,
and we except it.
without question.
“The fact that the controller in this country is the government itself is not an evil that I am willing to abide by any longer. For the reason that my family has been murdered by this government, I am no longer willing to stand aside and life ‘free'” General Abaxus, final book of the Reckless Days Saga
“La confianza está bien, el control es mejor.” No me lo han dicho sólo una vez. Lo repetían, sobre todo los hombres adultos, casados, con varios hijos. La confianza significa descontrol. Significa arbitrariedad. Sólo con control estricto se puede llegar a disciplina y éxito.
my mother was an evil intergalactic space nazi, she had the remote to control mind and matter. is was a rough time for every one in the land of home. what once was was never again. and what could have been wasn’t. she was the controller.
the world as one peace love harmony MUSIC RULES people in love flowers hugs kisses gaga in normal clothes people I am in a decent job where i hekp people lots of freedom a
Zimbabwe without Mugabe
I have already written about this topic. If you really want me to i will write about it again. Life is full of controllers, I am not really one of them. I am a bossy follower. I am ashamed that I am a bossy follower. I have gone off on a tangent. Quick! Controller!
Lack of self-control caused me to grab the remote from my husband, who in return hugged me until I gave it up. Then we turned off the TV and switched to other, better things.
Who’s the controller now?
THe fat controller strolled down the platform for his customary chat with Thomas the Tank Engine. He had just had a great morning controlling the things that needed controlling and was feeling good and in control. Thomas liked the fat controller because he was good at his job.
something you hold in your hand and it is an item that is an extension of your portable power. Control isnt always a good thing. Some things arent mean to be controlled. the abuse of mind control maybe? i hope we dont get to that point. thats when its all over. forever and ever.
the controller of all things good and evil, right and wrong, the pleasant and the god, maya, dharma, adharma..
You aren’t your own, you are someone else. And someone else is you. Run run. Jump. Fly, fight, die. You make you do? No. You aren’t you. Someone else is you. And you are someone else. Who is in control? Who runs the roost? Who dominates?
I was going to write something about a relationship. I was going to write something about video games. I was going to write something about God and how he is the controller of everything. But guess what? I control what I write, and I don’t want to write about the word ‘controller’ because nothing sounded right.
he had the power. he was in control. the people bowed before his awesome power. if they had a problem, he would solve it. either with a subtle yet wonderful solution. or the murder of one or both parties. it was a great system.