Random Thought Thread

hOw DaRe YoU?!
Actually though, Ant Man and the Wasp was good. Not terribly great, but definitely solid.

 

I've finally come to the realization that I really hate comic books and the movies based on them, so I don't watch them anymore. Only reason I broke the rule was because it was literally the only thing on in English last night.

 

It's Saturday morning and I'm watching a YouTube food channel by two middle aged Japanese gay dudes in tie-dye t-shirts. Like, are you even living if this is not how you spend your free time??

 

A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

A question mark walks into a bar?

Two quotation marks "walk into" a bar.

A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

The past, present, and future walk into a bar. It was tense.

The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

The bar was walked into by the passive voice.

Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

An oxymoron walks into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

Helvetica and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, but we don't serve your type."

A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar—fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

An allusion walks into a bar, despite knowing that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar, and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

A dyslexic walks into a bra.

A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

A synonym strolls into a tavern.

 

Good point. What's the channel name? I clearly need this in my life.

 

TabiEats.

 

I can't decide if I'm pleased or furious...

 

i'm plurious
it was halirious

 

Oh yeah, I hate that. I find HD TV shows look less realistic than standard definition. On my last TV I hated it so much that I actually found a way to disable HD and made it downscale everything to 720p

 

Weird thing: I've been binging a lot of YouTube video essays lately—whether it's breaking down cinema technically or thematically, discussing culture, or whatever other random type of video essays get suggested me.

Last night I clicked on a video discussing current fascist groups in England and the U.S. and my tv kept crashing. It kept turning off and having to restart. I ended up just watching it on my phone after having to boot it up and restart again over & over & over.

This morning I continued binging on various types of videos: why the answer to controversial and politically charged times is putting out another Blade film, how to enjoy and find the positive in even awful films, how film editing can & ought to be effectively utilised in comedies, etc.

Then I click on a video about Black Panther and the Alt-Right and my tv starts crashing again.

I feel like my TV is biased and trying to send me a message I'm clearly not getting.

 

Strange I can watch whatever on my computer no problem. Seems your TV is an extreme liberal.

 

When I just came to read this thread, I got 'aw snap, something went wrong with this page'! Talk about freaky!

 

This popped up in my feed elsewhere. I understand it's a real (kindle) book.



So there goes that idea for a decalogy.....

 

Seriously autocomplete, what the fuck?

 

That is an interesting oxymoron to write about.
Though I suppose they raise space barns by day, and
suck alien blood by night.

 

I haven't laughed so much in days. Thank you so much!

 

Haha, no worries This is what happens when you spend too much time chatting to guys on dating apps. And to be fair, it’s not wrong. As a gay man, I can empathise with your prostate.

(Not that you need to be gay to enjoy your prostate )

 

It would be a rather short and boring book. The basic synopsis would go like this:
The AVIS get into space, try for a space-barn raising, but have to wait for night. A thousand years later, they're still waiting for night. That is until a miraculous eclipse happens that gives them an hour or so to get the barn raising done, except that they miscalculate and end up dust as a solar flare toasts them. FIN.

 

You're only paranoid if they truly aren't out to get you.

 

I don't care if they're out to get me. I have a nice surprise waiting for them!

 

Pie?

 

I love you!

 

Friend: "Moon, you've been a bit of a dick as of late."

Me: "As below, so above, babe."

My friend an I having a discussion over some lunch the other day. She's a real sweetheart.

 

https://www.etsy.com/listing/192250561/breast-milk-flavored-toothpicks-etsy

'Nuff said.