Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by Earp, Jul 7, 2017.
That's just ridiculous. She's too busy cleaning the yacht.
Don't weep. I see it as my inability to match your wonderfully creative genius.
The fact that it's now 2:30 pm and it was 10:30 am not 10 min ago.
"Time is an abstract concept."
~ Mike (The Young Ones)
Growing more abstract by the flipping day.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
Ford Prefect, HGTTG
Someone on a previous page mentioned Star Trek.
It annoys me that, in Star Trek, often the fate of the galaxy comes down to a fist fight between Kirk and the main bad guy. WTF? And why is it always a close match? Why are there no main bad guys who are twenty-foot-tall fifteen-ton alien tentacle monsters who could rip Kirk to pieces in a second without even pausing to think?
Because they had no CGI in the 60s and needed actors to fit into the alien/monster suits.
If they could do it in Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, they could have done it in Star Trek.
A handful of feathers feels creepy and cringy and makes my kin scrawl.
DIY products like adhesives, fillers etc, that come in squeeze tubes which when opened turn out to be made up of about 50% air.
Mouthful of feathers? Like when you find a pigeon
In the Tofurkidgeon?
Before a show was/is sold to us peasants, it needs to be sold to executives of production companies and networks. And those executives LIKED the fist fights. I recall the memo after the first pilot (with Jeffrey Hunter as Capt. Pike, re-edited into the two-part "The Menagerie") was rejected, but they still financed a second one. I forgot the exact wording, but they specifically mentioned to keep the styrofoam rocks, and requested more fist fights.
The, to me, most annoying example is the otherwise excellent "Spectre of the Gun" (where they re-live the shoot-out at the OK corral in an obviously simulated Tombstone.) I mean, they realize it's all simulated, the bullets are simulated, and the bullets fly and do not hurt them. It's over! The threat is gone. The End. But no, Kirk still has to knock out the simulated Wyatt Earp!
That "Do you accept cookies" pop up is REALLY starting to get on nerves now.
At this point I'd be ok with them putting cameras up in my homes to spy on me. Do you think I give a shit just let me access this brownie recipe already.
Amen to that.
There are add-ons you can get which simply accept everything, but I haven't found one that says no, feck off...
(I expect the developers of the "no, feck off" ones get taken out by Google )
I had 32 voicemail messages at work when I went in to check on the building yesterday. Probably 28 of them were from robo-dialers, but the other 4 or so were from humans looking to book reservations. I kind of wanted to call them back and be like, hey, are you aware that there isn't a restaurant open within like 500 miles at the moment? That everything from Baltimore to Boston is shut the fuck down? That nobody is booking a table anywhere except Hell until probably May? That if you're not worried about congregating in large groups, please continue to do so, get sick, and die before you can breed.
Every time I think stupidity has hit the bottom they seem to find another sub-level.
I think we'd be surprised by the number of people who haven't heard of the Corona virus. I often wonder exactly what these people think about.
Everybody gets a lot, or some pleasure, from the TV reports, the...
'On March 15th I flew to the exclusive yoga teaching recluse - and yes, here in Daphram-Yupesh - and yes, absolutely there was no indication from anybody, and what is the British government going to do about me, leaving me here with these pipple...!'
'They're going to eat you!'
'HA ha Ha!!'
'Poor woman...better send a big helicopter/jumbo/Bear Mears...'
Beware the Ides of March.
No shit. That was the last day Rhode Island restaurants were open. Didn't even think of that. Fuck you, Shakespeare!
What makes me laugh is the ones that pre-empt it with 'We value your privacy' but then lock you out if you refuse to accept the cookies. Basically what these are saying is "We value your privacy, but in truth we'd rather not, so please click this button which says 'accept' so that we're no longer legally obliged to (value your privacy)."
What they mean is "we have put a value on your privacy... and we want to sell it"
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