This one key plot from Jurassic Park. So replaying Lego: Jurassic Park and got to the part where the park starts shutting down and everything goes to shit. Fun game, but something about the plot (of the movie the game’s based on) irks me. So Stan/Ned/The Fat Guy shuts down the park for ‘de-bugging’ and leaves. A second later, all the gates start malfunctioning and they can’t use their phones, etc. Did no one think to go after the fat guy and get him to turn everything back on? Instead it’s, “Er, while we’re fussing over this, can you, Ellie, go get my grandkids?”
Yeah, there was a scene where Hammond said, "Find Nedry. Check the vending machines." but I'm pretty sure that didn't happen until after he Newman was already eaten.
A certain colleague of mine keeps using variations of "pass the conch"/"you have the conch" etc. to indicate when it's someone's turn to reply to or weigh in on something. It is of course a Lord of the Flies reference. Honestly I know this isn't the greatest place to work but...we aren't that bad, are we?
I like where your head's at, but he's a she and I think that tactic might have some unfortunate implications...
When needlessly nasty people critique your work with a completely inappropriate and hostile tone of voice. And no, there's no defensiveness on my part, the person is just a bit angry at life, I think.
Angry at life you say ? Yes, there are plenty of personal and philosophical reasons to be, but why should it bother you when you write - stay cool. That is you writing, it is yours all the way across the words you choose. There will never be anyone else who can have ownership of your writing unless you let them make you think they have some sort of claim on your words. In the end it is judgement that defeats us, not others. I have a co-worker who is very angry at his life and wastes no time in being a reactionary moron every chance he gets as he sits there righteously expecting acknowledgement of some sort after he utters his disagreement with occurrences. So, if he has messed up his life in dealing with others who don't think like him, that his cross to bear, not mine. I finally understood that he is just a coward and hence I ignore his being as a whole because of his deep fear and laziness embedded in him facing the life changes which are obviously calling him to reach peace and acceptence. I will never say to someone else, "Hey, what you expressed makes me feel bad." Self respect is primordial, and what you write is yours and has every right to be what it is. Learn and decide your course, no point engaging in a fight which you can't win. Just keep quiet and nourish your self-respect in the face of the angry energy some people seem to harbour so righteously. Anger has now become equal to stupidity in my mindset, especially in these times of rapid change, want and woe laced with a new and fierce self-importance which holds little clout in the scheme of the immensity of life itself. There are no truths anymore, at least not of late, there are just opinions which can hopefully and intelligently be acknowledged with respect and resolve. Ok I am off my soap box now. Thank you for reading, and pay little heed if I sound angry (i.e. stupid) since I am in flux these days as well.
Holidays. I get it, as adults we enjoy holidays for various reasons. Whatever your reasons, fine, enjoy it, but the store around my way had Valentines day shit out *the day after Christmas*. I kid you not, Christmas had just finished and they were rolling out the heart shaped diabetes boxes before some kid got tired of his robot toy. So yes, holidays annoy me now. Birthdays too, my own included. .... ...... I'm getting older and more grumpy by the year...
Movies/stories about gambling addiction. Let me first say that if this is one of your problems, I'm not picking on you, but damn does it hurt to see characters making the same stupid decisions over and over. Unlike, say, tobacco or alcohol or heroin, the gambling addict has the potential (which is always shown in the movies) to get to a point where he is better off than when he started. He'll go into the casino owing a thousand dollars on his mortgage, with five bucks in his pocket, and magically parlay that up into enough money to buy the house outright. This doesn't happen with chemical addictions, you can never smoke enough to become an Olympic triathlete, but the gambler is always gets to where he's solved all his problems but his addiction and then put the whole wad, the whole million dollars or whatever, on black in a game that he knows is rigged. And I know real people do this, but, like with Hostel and Saw, it really doesn't give me any pleasure to see people tortured to death in graphic detail, especially when they're both the victim and the torturer.
Funerals.... Not only do dead bodies lack for conversation, but the crying faces and sympathetic strangers give me the creeps. Especially the hugging ones, Deer Lard.
These new fangled bottled beers/lagers, or more specifically the names given to them. Coming up with the product name for these must be the easiest marketing job in the world. Stinky Pig Fat Hog White Crow Bad Mutha Black Mamba There. I just invented five in as many seconds.
Food packaging that doesn't work, like these packs of processed food that come in a plastic container with a cellophane seal across the top. They give you a nice handy loose tag on one corner with which to peel off the lid, which when pulled just traces around the edge of the container, leaving the contents still sealed inside so that you have to take a knife to it anyway.
They are also interchangeable with Linux distributions, à la Red Hat / Yellow Dog etc. I agree that these products with meaningless "Adjective Noun" names are annoying.
I’ll see your cheapo beer and cider brands and raise you the following: Moon pig Funky pigeon Purple bricks The people who come up with this shit should be barred from working in marketing and stripped of their media studies A-level.
People who brag. And of course what they're tooting their own horn about is rarely, if ever, accurate. I think tooting ones own horn is not popular in the UK, right? If that's true then I might move there. Otherwise, I want a horn of my own to toot in people's faces when they brag. Or at least one of those kids' party things with the paper tongue thing that unrolls in their faces. I will keep one in my purse, another in my car and of course one at the ready inside my home. Is that really too much to ask?
Android Lollipop, Marshmallow, Fudge Brownie, Get Into The Car Little Girl.... One thing Crapple does right is to just number their iOs versions, although I think their desktops follow some silly White Tiger, Snow Leopard, Shaved Kitty routine.
Adverts in general. "Your not a real man unless..." Followed by mumbo jumbo bullshit. "You would get more men if..." Same equal degrading bullshit. Lets compromise, I will buy your mystically imbued wares on one condition, I get to flay you and then leave you in a bukkake circle to add a the magic touch.