A Lounge of Two Tacits

[C. Lee]

I thought I was the old man.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

I thought I was the old man.

You are the ancient one.

 

[C. Lee]

You are the ancient one.

But I look nothing like Tilda Swinton.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

But I look nothing like Tilda Swinton.

She's the stand in.

 

[DJ_KiDDvIcIOUs]

F*** data entry. My hat is off to anyone that can do this BS for a living. I would rather be homeless than do this 40 hours a week.

 

[C. Lee]

F*** data

Talk to Tasha Yar about that.

 

[flickchick85]

F*** data entry. My hat is off to anyone that can do this BS for a living. I would rather be homeless than do this 40 hours a week.

I think that's what Chandler Bing did on Friends. He felt the same way about it as you, IIRC.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

F*** data entry. My hat is off to anyone that can do this BS for a living. I would rather be homeless than do this 40 hours a week.

I'd rather have that chore for cash rather than be homeless.

 

[KRYPTON INC.]

Talk to Tasha Yar about that.

I bow to you sir and the Buddha nature in you. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees.

 

[Roose Bolton]

Cut me loose!

I got an unpopular Star Wars opinion. Somebody rapes it, he's a dead dog. I'll blow him away just like Carl Reek did. He's a hero. You turn him loose. YOU TURN HIM LOOSE! TURN. HIM. LOOSE. FREE CARL REEK.

 

[Fallen Angel]

Pastor sprays worshipers with Doom Super Multi Insect Killer 'to heal them' http://cnn.it/2g5JnjV

 

[KevanG]

F*** data entry. My hat is off to anyone that can do this BS for a living. I would rather be homeless than do this 40 hours a week.

At my job, I stand around for an hour then spend the next three hours sitting around and wait for stuff to happen then go home and get paid for another hour and a half.

It's pretty sweet.

 

[DJ_KiDDvIcIOUs]

Talk to Tasha Yar about that.

Not a Trekkie.

I think that's what Chandler Bing did on Friends. He felt the same way about it as you, IIRC.

Glad I only do it every now and then these days.

I'd rather have that chore for cash rather than be homeless.

Bruh, I've been homeless. It's not that bad. Especially when you just get drunk and high all the time.

At my job, I stand around for an hour then spend the next three hours sitting around and wait for stuff to happen then go home and get paid for another hour and a half.

It's pretty sweet.

My job is sweet, I just needed to get these hot leads in the system since we are sending out a newsletter next week. Soon I'll have new guys I can make do it.

 

[Reek]

I got an unpopular Star Wars opinion. Somebody rapes it, he's a dead dog. I'll blow him away just like Carl Reek did. He's a hero. You turn him loose. YOU TURN HIM LOOSE! TURN. HIM. LOOSE. FREE CARL REEK.

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[Vartha]

 

[squeekness]

No Black Friday for Squeeks. I'm going to the movies.

 

[Vartha]

lmao Not sure I'm doing anything either. MAYBE when I get off work at midnight thursday. Grab a few movies from the cheapy bins lol

 

[Roose Bolton]

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Reek set out to prove a Prequel film could receive a fair viewing in the Hype, that Star Wars films are all equal in the eyes of the fandom. That's not the truth 'cause the eyes of the fandom are humanized, yours and mine, and until we can see each Episode as equals, fandom is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more than a reflection of our own prejudices. So until that day, we have a duty under Lucasfilm to seek the truth - not with our eyes, and not with our minds where fear and hate turn commonality into prejudice, but with our hearts - but we don't know better.

I'm going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. I want you to listen to me. I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead. Close your eyes, please. This is a story about a Star Wars film walking home from an opening weekend one sunny May. I want you to picture this Star Wars film. Suddenly a truck races up. Two million fans jump out and grab it. They drag the film into a nearby thread on the Hype and they tie it up and they rip the themes from the story. Now they climb on. First one, then the other, raping the storyline, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of self-entitled breath and sweat. And when they're done, after they've killed it's rotten tomatoes rating, murdered any chance for it's director to create any sequels, to have life beyond it's own, they decided to use it for target practice. They start throwin' full posts of pretentious garbage at it. They throw them so hard that it tears the celluloid all the way to the film's frames. Then they urinate on the film. Now comes the hanging. They have a sense of self-importance. They tie a noose. Imagine the noose going tight around this film's neck and with a sudden blinding jerk, it's pulled into the air and its cast and crew go kicking. They don't find the support. The hanging thread isn't strong enough. The other fanboys get distracted with news about Boba Fett and the film falls to obscurity. So they bring it back up, throw it into the centre of conversation. Pitch the film over the edge of relevance so they can mock it some more. And it drops some thirty feet down to the closed threads below. Can you see the film? It's raped, beaten, broken 2 hour runtime soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in George Lucas' blood, left to die. Can you see it? I want you to picture that Star Wars film.

Imagine it was Empire Strikes Back.

 

[Vartha]

DAYUM Squeeks! 85k posts!?

 

[Reek]

Reek set out to prove a Prequel film could receive a fair viewing in the Hype, that Star Wars films are all equal in the eyes of the fandom. That's not the truth 'cause the eyes of the fandom are humanized, yours and mine, and until we can see each Episode as equals, fandom is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more than a reflection of our own prejudices. So until that day, we have a duty under Lucasfilm to seek the truth - not with our eyes, and not with our minds where fear and hate turn commonality into prejudice, but with our hearts - but we don't know better.

I'm going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. I want you to listen to me. I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead. Close your eyes, please. This is a story about a Star Wars film walking home from an opening weekend one sunny May. I want you to picture this Star Wars film. Suddenly a truck races up. Two million fans jump out and grab it. They drag the film into a nearby thread on the Hype and they tie it up and they rip the themes from the story. Now they climb on. First one, then the other, raping the storyline, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of self-entitled breath and sweat. And when they're done, after they've killed it's rotten tomatoes rating, murdered any chance for it's director to create any sequels, to have life beyond it's own, they decided to use it for target practice. They start throwin' full posts of pretentious garbage at it. They throw them so hard that it tears the celluloid all the way to the film's frames. Then they urinate on the film. Now comes the hanging. They have a sense of self-importance. They tie a noose. Imagine the noose going tight around this film's neck and with a sudden blinding jerk, it's pulled into the air and its cast and crew go kicking. They don't find the support. The hanging thread isn't strong enough. The other fanboys get distracted with news about Boba Fett and the film falls to obscurity. So they bring it back up, throw it into the centre of conversation. Pitch the film over the edge of relevance so they can mock it some more. And it drops some thirty feet down to the closed threads below. Can you see the film? It's raped, beaten, broken 2 hour runtime soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in George Lucas' blood, left to die. Can you see it? I want you to picture that Star Wars film.

Imagine it was Empire Strikes Back.

 

[Vartha]

I thought I was the old man.

pssst it's says under you're name "I'm not old...I'm Ancient"

 

[Guts]

Talk to Tasha Yar about that.

 

[Spider-Aziz]

Bruh, I've been homeless. It's not that bad. Especially when you just get drunk and high all the time.

You are not convincing.

 

[Reek]

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Reekymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

[Vartha]

You don't say....