I’ve recently been playing this too much. It’s very addictive, free and doesn’t demand your circles or photos or access to you underpants (only downside I can find).
http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/online_science/games/transmission
I like some disc jockeys but mostly around 1997ish. I haven’t been there for a while.
Your post… now there are two of them.
thee knoweth not how thee tooketh it
thee just knoweth what thee did get
oh l’rdy thee’ve been stealing
from the theives and thee did get hath caught
in the nets
of a long barge
thou art a star
dressing liketh thy sist’r
living liketh a tart
those gents knoweth not what thou art doing
babe, t wilt beest art
thou art a headache
in a suitcase
thou art a star
oh nay, beest not dainty
thee has’t not to wend blindeth
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me
thee knoweth not how thee did get h’re
thee just knoweth thee wanteth out
believing in yourself
almost as much as thee doubteth
thou art a big smasheth
thee weareth t liketh a rash
star
oh nay, beest not dainty
th’re’s a crowd to caterwauling
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me
those gents wanteth thee to beest jesu
those gents’ll wend down on one ham
but those gents’ll wanteth their wage backeth
if 't be true thou art alive at thirty-three
and thou art turning tricks
with thy crucifix
thou art a star
oh issue
of course thou art not dainty
thee has’t not to deny loveth
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me
Did they find him in the fridge?
th’re hath used to beest a greying toweth’r high-lone on the flote
thee becameth the lighteth on the dark side of me
loveth did remain a drug yond’s the high and not the pill
but didst thee knoweth yond at which hour t snows
mine own eyes becometh large and the lighteth yond thee shineth can beest seen?
baby, i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee, the strang’r t doth feel, yeah
anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled
th’re is so much a sir can bid thee, so much that gent can sayeth
thee remaineth mine own pow’r, mine own pleasure, mine own teen
baby, to me, thou art liketh a growing addiction yond i can’t deny
wonneth’t thee bid me, is yond healthy, baby?
but didst thee knoweth yond at which hour t snows
mine own eyes becometh large and the lighteth yond thee shineth can beest seen?
baby, i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee, the strang’r t doth feel, yeah
anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled
i’ve been did kiss by a did rise on the grizzled
i’ve been did kiss by a did rise on the grizzled
and if 't be true i shouldst falleth, shall t all wend hence?
i’ve been did kiss by a did rise on the grizzled
th’re is so much a sir can bid thee, so much that gent can sayeth
thee remaineth mine own pow’r, mine own pleasure, mine own teen
to me, thou art liketh a growing, addiction yond i can’t deny
wonneth’t thee bid me, is yond healthy, baby?
but didst thee knoweth yond at which hour t snows
mine own eyes becometh large, and the lighteth yond thee shineth can beest seen?
baby, i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee, the strang’r t doth feel, yeah
anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled
aye i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee strang’r t doth feel, yeah
and anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled
anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled
Visage to visage, mine own lovely foe.
That from which we speak to that from which we speak,
Raining heaven’s blows. hand on heart, knucklebones.
Und’r the stars, nak’d as we floweth,
Cheek to cheek,
The bitt’r sweet.
Commit thy crime in thy deadly timeth.
Tis too divine,
I wanteth to bend.
I wanteth this bliss but something sayeth I wilt intermit
Anoth’r life, anoth’r time.
We’re jove’s misprision, writhing, int’rtwin’d.
Visage to visage, nay telling lies
,
The masks, away slideth to bewray a new disguise
Thee nev’r can winneth,
Tis the state I’m in,
This dang’r thrills and mine own conflict kills.
Those gents sayeth, followeth thy heart,
Followeth t through,
But how can thee, at which hour t’s did split in two?
And thee’ll nev’r knoweth.
You’ll nev’r know
, thee’ll nev’r knoweth,
One m’re kisseth bef’re we kicketh the bucket,
Visage to visage and dreameth of flying,
Who art thee? Who art i?
Windeth in wings, two angels falling,
to die this with a lasteth kisseth.
Tis falsehood’s flame and t’s a crying shame,
Visage to visage,
the passions breatheth,
I misprise to stayeth,
but then i misprise to leaveth
and thee’ll nev’r knoweth. no, thee’ll nev’r knoweth. no, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
thee’ll nev’r know. thee’ll nev’r know
thee’ll nev’r knoweth
nay, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
no, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
thee’ll nev’r knoweth
you’ll nev’r know
thee’ll nev’r knoweth
knave, i has’t did get a liveth one h’re
receiveth the pow’r up!
bateth danceth
receiveth the pow’r up!
wing’d shrew
receiveth the pow’r up!
“go, wend, wend with a smileth!”
bateth danceth
doth t
keepeth ravishin’
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
wing’d shrew, house, doth t, house.
“and wh’re, and wh’re. . . is the wing’d shrew?”
doth t, doth t
alloweth’s doth t, alloweth’s doth t
doth t, doth t, doth t, doth t
"stop the scribe. . . "
“stop the scribe, who is’t is yond?”
“vicky vale”, “vicky vale”
"i liketh. . . "
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
“oh - yond’s nice”
“hi, sir bruce wayne”
“i’ve hath tried to avoideth all this, but i can’t”
“i jyoust gotta knoweth. . . art we gonna tryeth f’r loveth each oth’r?”
“stop the scribe - who is’t is yond?”
“vicky vale”
“she’s most wondrous, isn’t the lady?”
oh yeah, ooh yeah
i wanna ravish yond corse
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
i wanna ravish yond corse right
“i’d liketh to”
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
“but that gent is out th’re even but now”
i wanna ravish yond corse
ooh yeah, ooh yeah this v’ry night
“well, misseth vale”
“ev’r danceth with the Flibbertigibbet in the whey-face moonlight?”
"i at each moment asketh yond of those i hunteth. "
"i just liketh the soundeth of t. "
“i’ve did get to wend to w’rk”
wing’d shrew
“i’ve did get to wend to w’rk”
wing’d shrew
if 't be true a sir is consid’r’d guilty
worketh!
f’r what goeth on in his mind
worketh!
then gimme the lightning chair
worketh!
f’r all mine own future crimes thee thou oh
worketh!
lightning chair
ho honest jack, alloweth me sticketh the seven inches
in the counting engine
ha, ha, ha
ho, we did get the pow’r
oh, we did get the soyoul
ho, we did get to sure enow receiveth off
to maketh the Flibbertigibbet wend, wend
“this town needeth purging !”
“i’m gonna killeth thee”
power
“i’m not gonna killeth thee”
soul
“i’m gonna killeth thee”
power
“i’m not gonna killeth thee”
soul
alloweth’s to t
“i’m wing’d shrew”
wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
“i’m wing’d shrew”
wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
doth t, doth t, doth t, doth t
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
stand not ho, stand not ho
alloweth’s doth t
stand not ho dancin’
alloweth’s doth t, wing’d shrew
alloweth’s doth t, wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
stand not ho dancin’
nay, alas t! turneth the music backeth thee son of wench!
“have thee ev’r hath heard of the healing pow’r of laught’r?”
who is’t’s gonna stand ho two hundr’d balloons?
nobody!
wing’d shrew
stand ho!
I’m still trying to figure out why a person talking like a computer that thinks it’s sentient is funny . . .
It isn’t.
And yet you pretending that it isn’t, is 😄
10 Cloverfield Lane (2016).
I liked the end bits but the meat and potatoes of the piece just felt like one of those horror movies where everyone does everything wrong and I’m compelled to shout at the screen.
1999 balls.
Top Gear is great and I’m mad that it’s gone now.
I like the idea of “The Grand Tour”, I just hope that it’ll be as good.
Their new show should be just as good (if not better) than Top Gear was. They even have a massive budget from Amazon. The only thing that’s really a negative is that they no longer have The Stig.
I wish I brought more stuff from Amazon so I could boycott it for giving the arsehole more money.
Are you one of those Clarkson haters?
I hate what he does.
Being born to privilege but painting himself as ‘one of the lads’, promoting polluting technology, obstructing ancient rights of way, physically abusing people for utterly petty reasons. I wouldn’t want him to die repeatedly in horrible ways, I just don’t want him on television or given more money or attention.
There was a man in Bulgaria who drove a train for a living.
He loved his job, driving a train had been his dream ever since he was a child.
He loved to make the train go as fast as possible.
Unfortunately, one day he was a little too reckless and caused a crash.
He made it out, but a single person died.
Well, needless to say, he went to court over this incident.
He was found guilty, and was sentenced to death by electrocution.
When the day of the execution came, he requested a single banana as his last meal.
After eating the banana, he was strapped into the electric chair.
The switch was flown, sparks flew and smoke filled the air- but nothing happened.
The man was perfectly fine.
Well, at the time, there was an old Bulgarian law that said a failed execution was a sign of divine intervention, so the man was allowed to go free.
And somehow, he managed to get his old job back driving the train.
Having not learned his lesson at all, he went right back to driving the train with reckless abandon.
Once again, he caused a train to crash, this time killing two people.
The trial went much the same as the first, resulting in a sentence of execution.
For his final meal, the man requested two bananas.
After eating the bananas, he was strapped into the electric chair.
The switch was thrown, sparks flew, smoke filled the room- and the man was once again unharmed.
Well, this of course meant that he was free to go.
And once again, he somehow manages to get his old job back.
To what should have been the surprise of no one, he crashed yet another train and killed three people.
And so he once again found himself being sentenced to death.
On the day of his execution, he requested his final meal- three bananas.
“You know what? No,” said the executioner. “I’ve had it with you and your stupid bananas and walking out of here unharmed. I’m not giving you a thing to eat, we’re strapping you in and doing this now.”
Well, it was against protocol, but the man was strapped in to the electric chair without a last meal.
The switch was pulled, sparks flew, smoke filled the room- and the man was still unharmed.
The executioner was speechless.
The man looked at the executioner and said “Oh, the bananas had nothing to do with it. I’m just a bad conductor.”
I did something similar. I lurked around the time forums opened but never joined and then saw a sheet of altered images for the edit on some web page and first thought it was another new DVD edition and then followed the breadcrumbs back here.
Top Gear is great and I’m mad that it’s gone now.
I like the idea of “The Grand Tour”, I just hope that it’ll be as good.
Their new show should be just as good (if not better) than Top Gear was. They even have a massive budget from Amazon. The only thing that’s really a negative is that they no longer have The Stig.
I wish I brought more stuff from Amazon so I could boycott it for giving the arsehole more money.
I really can’t see how anyone could rank Prometheus above anything other than the second Alien Vs Predator film.
It’s a remake of the first AVP film with less tangible characters.
behold at what’s hath happened to me
i can’t believeth t myself
suddenly i’m up on top of the w’rld
t shouldst’ve been somebody else
believeth t 'r not i’m walking on air
i nev’r bethought i couldst feeleth so free
flying hence on a wing and a prayeth’r, who is’t couldst t beest?
believeth t 'r not t’s just me
just liketh the lighteth of a new day
t hitteth me from out of the blue
breaking me out of the spelleth i wast in
making all of mine own wishes cometh true
believeth t 'r not i’m walking on air
i nev’r bethought i couldst feeleth so free
flying hence on a wing and a prayeth’r, who is’t couldst t beest?
believeth t 'r not t’s just me
this is too valorous to beest true
behold at me, fallin’ f’r thee
believeth t 'r not
believeth t 'r not
believeth t 'r not
believeth t 'r not
believeth t 'r not i’m walking on air
i nev’r bethought i couldst feeleth so free
flying hence on a wing and a prayeth’r, who is’t couldst t beest?
believeth t 'r not t’s just me
believeth t 'r not i’m walking on air
i nev’r bethought i couldst feeleth so free
flying hence on a wing and a prayeth’r, who is’t couldst t beest?
believeth t 'r not t’s just me
believeth t 'r not i’m walking on air
i nev’r bethought i couldst feeleth so free
flying hence on a wing and a prayeth’r, who is’t couldst t beest?
believeth t 'r not t’s just me
Many have tried over and over again to defeat The Doctor, all have failed.
Story of most of my lives.
^Giggle
A film or film series something like Privates on Parade or For the Boys set with a group of aliens, droids and humans that entertain the troops in various conflicts in the Star Wars universe might be fun.
Seeing as some aliens in the series live to be hundreds of years old it could span the PT, OT and ST eras.
It could be quirky but also dark (like MASH) and contain musical numbers which Disney could flog as a fun soundtrack album.
To be honest I find the Qui-Gon & Kenobi vs Maul duel to be very over-rated.
The moves are impressive, those some of the video game backdrops look very silly.
The lack of verbal exchange really ruins it for me. The OT duels are about the characters striking each other with ideas, that they are also hitting each other with laser swords is secondary.
I hadn’t seen it but now I have thanks to you. I really wish I was allowed to use Time Travel to make Star Wars films now. Cary and Carrie would have been a great cinematic paring in their prime.
I don’t really care about the actual ratings, but basically equating those four movies is crazy talk.
One of those four,
is not like the other ones…
Prove it
Woody Allen deserves to die. His whole film career was a fucking ruse to molest children, because if a rapist makes people laugh people forget he is a rapist. I would be glad to spend the rest of my life in prison if I had the opportunity to stab him to death. It’s scary that our justice system in America is so fucked up that any rich person can commit any crime they want and never be punished. They’d rather have attorneys crucify a nine year old girl than let a famous film director go to jail.
The world is run by purely evil people.
Prove it.
can thee readeth mine own mind?
doth thee knoweth what t is thee doth to me?
knoweth not who is’t thou art
just a cousin from anoth’r star
h’re i am liketh a peat at a school
holding hands with a god, i’m a daw
shall thee behold at me quiv’ring liketh a dram wench shiv’ring?
thee can seeth right through me
can thee readeth mine own mind?
can thee picture the things i’m bethinking of?
wond’ring wherefore thou art
all the wond’rful things thou art
thee can flyeth, thee belongeth to the sky
thee and i couldst belongeth to each oth’r
if 't be true thee needeth a dear friend, i’m the one to flyeth to
if 't be true thee needeth to beest did love
h’re i am, readeth mine own mind
When Carrie puts on her posh princess voice the French dub could be used allowing for lots of subtitle fun.