http://browse.deviantart.com/digitalart/text/?order=9&q=coffee deviantART RSS for boost:popular in:digitalart/text coffee en-us Copyright 2013, deviantART.com Sat, 18 May 2013 02:00:32 PDT deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://st.deviantart.net/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://ascii-man.deviantart.com/art/Coffee-52674859 http://ascii-man.deviantart.com/art/Coffee-52674859 Sat, 07 Apr 2007 17:42:40 PDT Coffee nonadult digitalart/text/ascii ASCII-man http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/s/ascii-man.png Copyright 2007-2013 ~ASCII-man http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ ]]>

]]> http://xrosebyanyothernamex.deviantart.com/art/Colder-Weather-213470913 http://xrosebyanyothernamex.deviantart.com/art/Colder-Weather-213470913 Thu, 16 Jun 2011 15:36:26 PDT Colder Weather nonadult digitalart/text/ascii xRoseByAnyOtherNamex http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/x/r/xrosebyanyothernamex.jpg?3 Copyright 2011-2013 ~xRoseByAnyOtherNamex If he'd take her with him
Closes the door
Before the winter lets the cold in
And wonders if her love is
Strong enough to make him stay
She's answered by the taillights
Shining through the window pane

He said, "I wanna see you again,
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better,
Can I call you then?"
She said, "You're a ramblin' man
And you ain't ever gonna change
You got a gypsy's soul to blame
And you were born for leaving"

At a truck stop diner
Just outside a' Lincoln,
The night is black as
The coffee he was drinkin'
And in the waitress' eyes
He sees the same ole' light is shining
He thinks of Colorado
And the girl he left behind him

He said, "I wanna see you again,
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better,
Can I call you then?"
She said, "You're a ramblin' man
And you ain't ever gonna change
You got a gypsy's soul to blame
And you were born for leaving"
Born for leaving

Well it's a winding road
When you're in the lost and found
You're a lover, I'm a runner
And we go round and round
And I love you, but I leave you
I don't want you, but I need you
You know it's you that calls me back here, baby!

Oh, I wanna see you again,
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better,
Can I call you then?
Cause I'm a ramblin' man
(I ain't ever gonna change)
I ain't ever gonna change
(I got a gypsy's soul to blame)
And I was born for leaving
Born for leaving

When I close my eyes I see you
No matter where I am
I can smell your perfume
Through these whisperin' pines
I'm with your ghost again
It's a shame about the weather,
But I know soon we'll be together
And I can't wait till then
I can't wait till then ]]> If he'd take her with him
Closes the door
Before the winter lets the cold in
And wonders if her love is
Strong enough to make him stay
She's answered by the taillights
Shining through the window pane

He said, "I wanna see you again,
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better,
Can I call you then?"
She said, "You're a ramblin' man
And you ain't ever gonna change
You got a gypsy's soul to blame
And you were born for leaving"

At a truck stop diner
Just outside a' Lincoln,
The night is black as
The coffee he was drinkin'
And in the waitress' eyes
He sees the same ole' light is shining
He thinks of Colorado
And the girl he left behind him

He said, "I wanna see you again,
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better,
Can I call you then?"
She said, "You're a ramblin' man
And you ain't ever gonna change
You got a gypsy's soul to blame
And you were born for leaving"
Born for leaving

Well it's a winding road
When you're in the lost and found
You're a lover, I'm a runner
And we go round and round
And I love you, but I leave you
I don't want you, but I need you
You know it's you that calls me back here, baby!

Oh, I wanna see you again,
But I'm stuck in colder weather
Maybe tomorrow will be better,
Can I call you then?
Cause I'm a ramblin' man
(I ain't ever gonna change)
I ain't ever gonna change
(I got a gypsy's soul to blame)
And I was born for leaving
Born for leaving

When I close my eyes I see you
No matter where I am
I can smell your perfume
Through these whisperin' pines
I'm with your ghost again
It's a shame about the weather,
But I know soon we'll be together
And I can't wait till then
I can't wait till then

]]> http://zekibean.deviantart.com/art/Slain-352518563 http://zekibean.deviantart.com/art/Slain-352518563 Mon, 04 Feb 2013 19:24:31 PST Slain nonadult digitalart/text/ascii ZekiBean http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/z/e/zekibean.png?1 Copyright 2013 ~ZekiBean

]]> http://ryzawy.deviantart.com/art/Patapon-ASCII-Logo-150157017 http://ryzawy.deviantart.com/art/Patapon-ASCII-Logo-150157017 Tue, 12 Jan 2010 07:58:41 PST Patapon ASCII Logo nonadult digitalart/text/ascii ryzawy http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/r/y/ryzawy.jpg?1 Copyright 2010-2013 ~ryzawy http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/
After reading a really bad guide/FAQ for Patapon at the time of it's release, i've decided to write a guide for this wonderful game by myself.

The first thing in such a writing is (of course) a nice piece of ASCII art.
After 3-4 hours of "drawing", many cups of coffee and pretty much fun, here is my final outcome of the Patapon logo in ASCII:

I've converted the logo to an PNG-Image for better viewing.

Here's the logo again in inverted colors: [link]

Of course i've made it from scratch using my favourite editor vim and this picture as a source: [link]

I've optimized the logo for the excellent Font "Terminus" in 12pt.

Here's a link to my original Blog post on myopera.com: [link]
Sadly, i never had the time to complete a guide for Patapon. ]]>
After reading a really bad guide/FAQ for Patapon at the time of it's release, i've decided to write a guide for this wonderful game by myself.

The first thing in such a writing is (of course) a nice piece of ASCII art.
After 3-4 hours of "drawing", many cups of coffee and pretty much fun, here is my final outcome of the Patapon logo in ASCII:

I've converted the logo to an PNG-Image for better viewing.

Here's the logo again in inverted colors: [link]

Of course i've made it from scratch using my favourite editor vim and this picture as a source: [link]

I've optimized the logo for the excellent Font "Terminus" in 12pt.

Here's a link to my original Blog post on myopera.com: [link]
Sadly, i never had the time to complete a guide for Patapon.

]]> http://jordanmencel.deviantart.com/art/Cara-162789175 http://jordanmencel.deviantart.com/art/Cara-162789175 Mon, 03 May 2010 02:31:22 PDT Cara nonadult digitalart/text/ascii JordanMencel http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/default.gif Copyright 2010-2013 ~JordanMencel http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/

]]> http://mistyfoxx244.deviantart.com/art/Welcome-Back-A-Nostalgia-Critic-Fanfic-352540680 http://mistyfoxx244.deviantart.com/art/Welcome-Back-A-Nostalgia-Critic-Fanfic-352540680 Mon, 04 Feb 2013 22:27:48 PST Welcome Back: A Nostalgia Critic Fanfic nonadult digitalart/text/ascii mistyfoxx244 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/i/mistyfoxx244.png?3 Copyright 2013 ~mistyfoxx244
Needless to say, their reactions were mixed.

Nostalgia Chick seemed pretty annoyed that she had now lost her monopoly on all things nostalgia, but he could tell that behind the annoyed snark she was happy to hear that he was alright.

After recovering from passing out from shock, Film Brain gushed for nearly half an hour about his joy in hearing that his idol had come back from the dead, having to be reminded every so often not to hyperventilate.

Linkara, after recovering from shock, worried about the possibility of the universe collapsing without the Critic. But he was more than happy to know that Douchey was currently keeping it stable, and wouldn’t be pestering him ever again.

Phelous was fairly indifferent about the whole thing, but he still refused to say where exactly he got the skull that supposedly belonged to the Critic or what it really was.

By the time he had finished calling everyone, or at least everyone that had gone into space with him, a good couple of hours had passed. There was no sign of Rob anywhere, so he assumed he’d be back later. Finally, the Critic had some time to relax. He slumped back in the armchair he’d been sitting in and sighed in relief.

But now that he finally had a quiet moment, he couldn’t help but reflect a bit. The thoughts and memories of both of his lives floated around in his head; being ridiculed as a child star, being driven insane from a constant barrage of awful movies, the aspirations of an amateur film maker, the praise from his fans when they weren’t trying to kill him for something he said or did in his reviews.

‘So, whom am I really?’ he pondered. ‘Am I Donny, or the Nostalgia Critic, or just both?’ He rubbed his temples. ‘Oh well, it’s not like it really matters. Now I’m back, and better than ever.’ He smiled, thinking of all the new reviews that lay ahead of him, endless possibilities.
And yet…

One thought still echoed in the back of his mind, a memory that just kept eating at him.

“Now at last you will know what it’s like to experience failure und see through the eyes of tortured child stars und vatch as all of your ambition crumbles into a mangy pile of heap. A lifetime of harsh criticisms atoned for at last.”

“Everyone you criticize from this point on has a face. In every way, they are just like you. They work hard, they feel pain, they laugh, they cry. And when you mock them, you also mock yourself. You can still criticize all you want but deep down inside, you’ll always know what it’s like to be on the other side. And never truly forget.”

“You knew what you were doing back then as a kid. If you didn't want people like me making fun of your work, you wouldn't have chosen so many crappy movies. I don't care how old you were!”

“So you think kids should be held accountable for what they film, no matter what their age?”

He knew what he had to do.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Boring.

That’s how everything felt for Mara Wilson lately. Just boring.

The former child star nonchalantly stirred her coffee and starred out the window. Everything just seemed dull without the Critic to torment

The Critic…

How ironic it seemed that the person who had pissed her off by making fun of her performances in movies when she was just a child also brought her so much joy from torturing him with his own past attempts at film. After all, that was the whole reason she got her powers, so she could wreak vengeance on all those who dared to make fun of her past career in film. But what good were demonic powers if there was no one to use them one.

She had tried finding other critics to target, but she couldn’t really find a reason to antagonize the Nostalgia Chick, and other critics were no fun either. Not even her blog could keep her entertained very much.

In fact, although she would never admit it, in a way, she missed that whining, screaming asshole Critic.

Just then the phone rang. ‘Hmph. Probably just another telemarketer,’ she thought. ‘Honestly, how many of them to I have to set on fire for them to get the message?’ She set her coffee down on the kitchen table and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Mara. It’s me, the Nostalgia Critic.”

A moment passed.

‘What.’

“Mara? Are you there?”

“I-I,” Mara stuttered as she desperately tried to quickly recover from shock and put on a cool demeanor. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead or something?” she answered in a casual, indifferent sounding tone.

“Yeah, well, I got better,” he replied. “And while I was, er, dead, I learned a few things.”

“Oh?” she said, trying to appear to feign interest but in reality hanging on every word the Critic said, trying to assure herself that this was really happening.”

“Yeah, and now I have something I need to say to you.”

“Oh really? And what would that be?” ‘Here it comes!’ she thought excitedly. ‘He’ll start insulting me again and everything will be just like before and I can get back to exacting my revenge on him!’

The Critic took a deep breath before finally answering.

“I’m sorry.”
Another moment passed.

“You’re joking, right?

“No, I’m completely serious. I’m sorry for what I said about you,” he continued. “It was wrong of me to judge your acting when you were only a child. For all I know, that was just the Hollywood directors telling you to act all cutesy.”

Mara pondered his words for a minute before finally answering him back. ”Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Well, like I said, I learned a few things while I was gone. Let’s just say I got to see things from a different perspective. Anyway, I just needed to get that off my chest."

Mara thought carefully about how to respond to this, before finally deciding on what to say. “You do realize that I’m still going to torment you even after this.” She paused for a moment.” But, I do appreciate the apology. You pompous bastard,” she added jokingly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, you psychotic demon bitch,” he replied in an equally joking tone before hanging up.

Mara hung up the phone, picked up her coffee, and smiled before taking a sip.

‘And all is right with the world.’ ]]>
Needless to say, their reactions were mixed.

Nostalgia Chick seemed pretty annoyed that she had now lost her monopoly on all things nostalgia, but he could tell that behind the annoyed snark she was happy to hear that he was alright.

After recovering from passing out from shock, Film Brain gushed for nearly half an hour about his joy in hearing that his idol had come back from the dead, having to be reminded every so often not to hyperventilate.

Linkara, after recovering from shock, worried about the possibility of the universe collapsing without the Critic. But he was more than happy to know that Douchey was currently keeping it stable, and wouldn’t be pestering him ever again.

Phelous was fairly indifferent about the whole thing, but he still refused to say where exactly he got the skull that supposedly belonged to the Critic or what it really was.

By the time he had finished calling everyone, or at least everyone that had gone into space with him, a good couple of hours had passed. There was no sign of Rob anywhere, so he assumed he’d be back later. Finally, the Critic had some time to relax. He slumped back in the armchair he’d been sitting in and sighed in relief.

But now that he finally had a quiet moment, he couldn’t help but reflect a bit. The thoughts and memories of both of his lives floated around in his head; being ridiculed as a child star, being driven insane from a constant barrage of awful movies, the aspirations of an amateur film maker, the praise from his fans when they weren’t trying to kill him for something he said or did in his reviews.

‘So, whom am I really?’ he pondered. ‘Am I Donny, or the Nostalgia Critic, or just both?’ He rubbed his temples. ‘Oh well, it’s not like it really matters. Now I’m back, and better than ever.’ He smiled, thinking of all the new reviews that lay ahead of him, endless possibilities.
And yet…

One thought still echoed in the back of his mind, a memory that just kept eating at him.

“Now at last you will know what it’s like to experience failure und see through the eyes of tortured child stars und vatch as all of your ambition crumbles into a mangy pile of heap. A lifetime of harsh criticisms atoned for at last.”

“Everyone you criticize from this point on has a face. In every way, they are just like you. They work hard, they feel pain, they laugh, they cry. And when you mock them, you also mock yourself. You can still criticize all you want but deep down inside, you’ll always know what it’s like to be on the other side. And never truly forget.”

“You knew what you were doing back then as a kid. If you didn't want people like me making fun of your work, you wouldn't have chosen so many crappy movies. I don't care how old you were!”

“So you think kids should be held accountable for what they film, no matter what their age?”

He knew what he had to do.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Boring.

That’s how everything felt for Mara Wilson lately. Just boring.

The former child star nonchalantly stirred her coffee and starred out the window. Everything just seemed dull without the Critic to torment

The Critic…

How ironic it seemed that the person who had pissed her off by making fun of her performances in movies when she was just a child also brought her so much joy from torturing him with his own past attempts at film. After all, that was the whole reason she got her powers, so she could wreak vengeance on all those who dared to make fun of her past career in film. But what good were demonic powers if there was no one to use them one.

She had tried finding other critics to target, but she couldn’t really find a reason to antagonize the Nostalgia Chick, and other critics were no fun either. Not even her blog could keep her entertained very much.

In fact, although she would never admit it, in a way, she missed that whining, screaming asshole Critic.

Just then the phone rang. ‘Hmph. Probably just another telemarketer,’ she thought. ‘Honestly, how many of them to I have to set on fire for them to get the message?’ She set her coffee down on the kitchen table and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Mara. It’s me, the Nostalgia Critic.”

A moment passed.

‘What.’

“Mara? Are you there?”

“I-I,” Mara stuttered as she desperately tried to quickly recover from shock and put on a cool demeanor. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead or something?” she answered in a casual, indifferent sounding tone.

“Yeah, well, I got better,” he replied. “And while I was, er, dead, I learned a few things.”

“Oh?” she said, trying to appear to feign interest but in reality hanging on every word the Critic said, trying to assure herself that this was really happening.”

“Yeah, and now I have something I need to say to you.”

“Oh really? And what would that be?” ‘Here it comes!’ she thought excitedly. ‘He’ll start insulting me again and everything will be just like before and I can get back to exacting my revenge on him!’

The Critic took a deep breath before finally answering.

“I’m sorry.”
Another moment passed.

“You’re joking, right?

“No, I’m completely serious. I’m sorry for what I said about you,” he continued. “It was wrong of me to judge your acting when you were only a child. For all I know, that was just the Hollywood directors telling you to act all cutesy.”

Mara pondered his words for a minute before finally answering him back. ”Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Well, like I said, I learned a few things while I was gone. Let’s just say I got to see things from a different perspective. Anyway, I just needed to get that off my chest."

Mara thought carefully about how to respond to this, before finally deciding on what to say. “You do realize that I’m still going to torment you even after this.” She paused for a moment.” But, I do appreciate the apology. You pompous bastard,” she added jokingly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, you psychotic demon bitch,” he replied in an equally joking tone before hanging up.

Mara hung up the phone, picked up her coffee, and smiled before taking a sip.

‘And all is right with the world.’

]]> http://imaginations-riot.deviantart.com/art/Coffee-Cup-83949625 http://imaginations-riot.deviantart.com/art/Coffee-Cup-83949625 Sat, 26 Apr 2008 08:38:41 PDT Coffee Cup nonadult digitalart/text/ascii imaginations-riot http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/default.gif Copyright 2008-2013 ~imaginations-riot First Text Picture Ever. ]]> First Text Picture Ever.

]]> http://x-hero-of-time-x.deviantart.com/art/Starbucks-for-Farore-8107744 http://x-hero-of-time-x.deviantart.com/art/Starbucks-for-Farore-8107744 Mon, 14 Jun 2004 18:26:15 PDT Starbucks for Farore nonadult digitalart/text/ascii x-Hero-of-Time-x http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/x/_/x-hero-of-time-x.gif Copyright 2004-2013 ~x-Hero-of-Time-x

]]> http://kagaminelenfangirl.deviantart.com/art/Emotion-358713673 http://kagaminelenfangirl.deviantart.com/art/Emotion-358713673 Sun, 10 Mar 2013 06:57:49 PDT Emotion nonadult digitalart/text/ansi KagamineLenFangirl http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/a/kagaminelenfangirl.gif?3 Copyright 2013 ~KagamineLenFangirl

]]> http://ricky8001.deviantart.com/art/Tv-stands-361820458 http://ricky8001.deviantart.com/art/Tv-stands-361820458 Wed, 27 Mar 2013 00:44:17 PDT Tv stands nonadult digitalart/text/ansi ricky8001 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/default.gif Copyright 2013 ~ricky8001 See more ]]> See more

]]> http://ricky8001.deviantart.com/art/Modern-furniture-370372964 http://ricky8001.deviantart.com/art/Modern-furniture-370372964 Tue, 07 May 2013 23:09:00 PDT Modern furniture nonadult digitalart/text/ansi ricky8001 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/default.gif Copyright 2013 ~ricky8001 See more ]]> See more

]]> http://godijustneedaname.deviantart.com/art/Reggie-1-368661815 http://godijustneedaname.deviantart.com/art/Reggie-1-368661815 Mon, 29 Apr 2013 10:25:44 PDT Reggie 1 nonadult digitalart/text/ascii GodIjustneedaname http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/g/o/godijustneedaname.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~GodIjustneedaname

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