Random Thoughts — Page 317

Shouldn't this be in the bitching thread?  You punk ass

TV's Frink said:

Duracell's signature is large, annoying, and possibly against the forum rules, but I'm too lazy to check.

Very well -- I will remove it forthwith. But first ...

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"This is nine! Nine! This is nine! Nine! This is ten! Ten! We have killed your friends! Every friend is now dead! This is six! Six!"

"Eighteen! This is now eighteen! Take cover when the siren sounds! This is four! Four!"

"Five! This is five! Ignore the siren! Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room! Eight! This is eight!"

"Six! Six, this is goddam fucking SIX!"

This song is 4 minutes and 18 seconds long. While the first minute and 1 second are awesome, the remaining 3 minutes and 17 seconds are underwhelmingly lame.

DuracellEnergizer said:

TV's Frink said:

Duracell's signature is large, annoying, and possibly against the forum rules, but I'm too lazy to check.

Very well -- I will remove it forthwith. But first ...

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"This is nine! Nine! This is nine! Nine! This is ten! Ten! We have killed your friends! Every friend is now dead! This is six! Six!"

"Eighteen! This is now eighteen! Take cover when the siren sounds! This is four! Four!"

"Five! This is five! Ignore the siren! Even if you leave this room, you can never leave this room! Eight! This is eight!"

"Six! Six, this is goddam fucking SIX!"

 I like it.  Chewy looks like he has just seen the nude scenes from The Room for the first time.  I refuse to call them sex scenes because what they were doing was clearly not sex and bare in mind this comes from someone who has never had sex so if I can spot the problem there I don't understand how none on set caught it.

RicOlie_2 said:

My nine month-old brother stood without support for about fifteen seconds. :) He wasn't sure what the big deal was, since he's always standing up at the coffee table or a chair or a pant leg. At this rate he'll be walking at ten months.

 That's cool. 

My youngest brother is 13 years younger then I am and the first time I saw him walk and I am not joking here he grabbed $10 out of my best friend's backpack that was sitting on the couch and ran away with it!

Hope your brother doesn't start off walking by embarking on a life of crime like mine did.

For all those interested, I have updated my soundcloud page to include the final mixes of all the songs, except for the newest ones of course, and am in the process of uploading my complete work, and then will organize them into the two albums, and those not in an "album" are considered to be WIP.

Done.  Here you go.

You should probably start a new thread.

You're probably right.

I think the Gregorian calendar should be ditched in favour of the Holocene calendar.

^That looks suspiciously like the calendar I use when writing sci-fi.

Someone should try creating a serialized anthology series.

Easterhay is back.

*sigh*

I put him on my ignore list a while back, and my ot.com experience improved considerably as a result.

Still, just the fact that he exists brings this whole place down.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

hairy_hen said:

I put him on my ignore list a while back, and my ot.com experience improved considerably as a result.

Still, just the fact that he exists brings this whole place down.

 At the very least, you need to respond to his comment about the fantastic audio on the Blu-rays...

^An emphatic YES.

I wonder if now's the time for me to bump my "Interrogate the Agnostic" thread ...

^An emphatic YES.

Your wish is my command ...

After finding out that Mira Furlan's a pretty good singer, I'm disappointed she never got the opportunity to sing on Babylon 5.

Am I the only one who thinks the most obvious way of pronouncing "LOL" as a word is with a long O sound (as if it were "lole")? Apparently "lawl" is the more common way of saying it.