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An experimental who-knows-what-core band from Corpus Christi, Texas. Signed to Victory Records. One of the most hated bands of all time, commonly referred to as "Unsign the Skyline", hated in conjunction with The Bunny The Bear, who got them signed to the label. They have dimple piercings, and tattoos of pikachu and megaman. Musically brilliant in many ways, but their talent is hid by their self deprecation and introvertedness. Their music is generally too abstract for the common listener, containing long interludes of Behold...the Arctopus-like sweeping and blast beats mixed with random noise. They are EXTREMELY loyal to their fanbase, but many people pretend to be fans merely to troll them. These people are quickly eliminated by the true fans
Troll fan: You guys suck! Go kill yourselves. Your music sounds like a cat and a scene kid being thrown into a fan! My two-year-old makes better music when he tortures his dog with a steak knife! Unsign the Skyline, you're a disgrace to music! It's bands like you that ruined Victory Records, taking fans away from amazing bands like Jungle Rot and Sister Sin!
Diehard fan: Get out of here! Obvious troll is obvious. You're such a failure at trolling you should go hang yourself from a bridge.
Music snob: Hey troll, where did you pick up your taste in music? Did you notice how many times they changed time signatures in that song? And do you even have a clue what scale they were playing in? Design the Skyline reminds me of Thelonious Monk mixed with Spastic Ink and pig squeals. Go get a taste in music you ignorant commoner.
Girl: Matt Ryan ur so hot!! id do anything for u!
Matt Ryan: </3. Forever alone :'(
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A gay man telling straight women what to wear to attract straight men.
The weirder, the better.
John Galliano, Jean-Paul Gaulthier, fashion designers.
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I got some amazing Red Gucci designer drugs last night.
(Red Guccis=type of E)
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The affected pratice of setting one's features into a certain fixed pose that supposedly reflects the complex inner world of the wearer. Usually committed during the lighting of cigarettes and often consists of an inquisitively furrowed brow, puckered lips, and an overall air of being interesting. Fails to mask the utter vacuity of the face puller who risks inviting a torrent of scorn and verbal abuse down upon his head should his ruse be noticed for what it essentially is: a transparent effort to attract the admiration of peers and possible sexual partners without recourse to a sense of humour or a personality.
"Why's he looking like he's got the sun in his eyes?"
"He's a wanker with a designer expression."
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The design and implementation of a customized reality for an individual or a group of individuals to live in.
After working as a graphic designer in New York City, that profession's capital, for two decades, I turned to designing my own personal reality and call myself a Reality Designer, an individual who practices reality design.
Reality design observes and documents the current reality and finds ways to modify it to fit the needs of the client. It usually entails blocking out undesired things and supplanting them with desired things, as well as finding ways to facilitate the development and eventual realization of other desired situations and conditions which do not happen overnight.
A person who may not understand what you're describing, but explaining a complex issue to them helps you better understand the problem, and therefore find a solution.
Although Jane does not know anything about machine learning she is happy to be John's designated listener when he describes the programming interface problems he is having with CHATGPT. In the process he was able to identify that he was using the wrong model/engine.
The person that was initially the designated driver who acts drunk and leaves the bar so the local cop follows him and pulls him over while all the other drunks leave the bar while the cop is busy with the designated distraction.
Bob, the sober one, leaves the bar and pretends that he has a hard time putting the key in the lock...then sits there for a moment leaning over the steering wheel. He drives out of the parking lot of the bar and the cop follows him as he drives just a hair under the speed limit and sways a bit, but still maintains the lane. The cop can't stand it so he pulls Bob over and asks Bob if he has been drinking. Bob says "No officer...I have not." Of course...while cop is busy with Bob...all the other people leave the bar. Then the cop gives Bob the sobriety test and finds out he really is OK and Bob says..."I told you that I had not been drinking...I am tonight's Designated Distraction.