C3PX

Darth Solo said:

Thats a no then?

Can people have a bit of respect of the victims of 9/11

Nothing else can be done on this date? No jokes? No laughter? I had some pretty wild plans for the day, does that make me disrespectful?

And another thread gets hijacked... of course, this one was asking for it, but odds are even if it hadn't been the same result would have taken place.

While I wouldn't go so far to say that I don't think they should ever be translated, in translation I think it is an absolute necessity to do so. But I agree with you 100% as to the trickiness of translating them, and the cultural complexity of curse words.

Read the bloody thing before posting! ;)

As for spell check, you can change the dictionary in Firefox to UK, but I don't know about Opera.

I've been finding I've been making a lot of typographical and grammatical errors recently (maybe it's just the advance of years).

Can any of you provide top tips (other than just READ THE BLOODY THING BEFORE POSTING) for lowering the instances of this happening?

If you are worried it is the advancement of years, keeping your brain sharp through mental exercise is not a bad idea. Things like reading a challenging book can go a long ways in making your mind put out more effort than it is use to having to on a regular basis. If you are the type that doesn't read at all (which just from your posting style, I cannot imagine being the case), reading a book will help. If you are the type that reads crappy McNovels (John Grisham, James Patterson, romance novels, typical mystery novels, most things you find on the NY best seller lists, written on a 5th grade reading level for mass consumption), then reading something more substantial will help.

If you are already into reading heavier works, you could try to find something heavier, or take up the task of learning to read those heavier works in their original tongue (now I am just getting ridiculously unreasonable). Attempting to teach yourself Greek and meander through The Odyssey in its original language, or attempting to learn Italian and read Dante in the language in which he wrote, would work all sorts of wonders on a rusty brain. If linguistics is not your thing, then attempting to learn a new musical instrument can also open up vacancies in the brain, letting the maid in to clean out the cobwebs and make the bed, turning what was a dark and empty unused room into a warn an inviting well lit environment for new knowledge to reside. 

If we could get more people to give their brain a good work out from time to time during their midlife years, we wouldn't have near as many problems with loss of cognitive ability like dementia in our elderly. Unfortunately, we usual develop our mental habits at a young age, and continue doing the same sort of things for the rest of our lives, not really taking the opportunity to challenge ourselves mentally once we are no longer obligated to through high school or college.

Ah, so worth the short time it took to write the taxi cab scenario just to read Bingo's response to it.

I loved this line,

"All taxi drivers love their mothers, otherwise they'd be driving lorries for a living."

In that order?

TV's Frink said:

This is starting to feel like a "things that happened to CP3S" thread.

Not my fault no one else is posting scenarios and that they also happen to be extremely amusing to write.

But actually, only the very first scenario with the peanut butter cups and the very last one with the shampoo are inspired by actual events. The other two are entirely made up.

You wake up in the morning and hop in the shower. You reach for the shampoo bottle and... it is empty. Crap! Oh well, you'll just use some of your wife's shampoo, you won't be getting close enough to anyone for them to catch onto the fact that your head smells like lilacs.

You lather up and rinse, but realize your hair now feels very thick and clumpy. Like you hadn't washed it in weeks. Weird. Oh well, second time ought to take care of it. You squirt another glob of shampoo on your hand, and lather up a second time. Your hair feels even thicker and clumpier now. What the heck?! You rinse and rinse and rinse, but the clumpiness only gets worse. You toss conditioner in there in hopes it will help, but no, matters only get worse. You decide desperate times call for desperate measures and glob some body wash into your hair in hopes that will fix the problem, but your hair still feels like it has been coated with wax. You get out, dry off, and look in the mirror. All looks well, only your hair has such a thick invisible layer of God-knows-what on it that you can mold it like plasticine. It also feels extremely funky. What the heck?! What do you do?

Haha! All the solutions have been pretty awesome so far. Bingo's unsinkable Molly solution had me on the floor.

You are in a foreign country and have only managed to learn a small handful of words in the local language from the useless phrasebook your sister in-law bought you right before you left. You successfully manage to hail a taxi, and using your ten world vocabulary you very plainly explain to him where you want to go in great unmistakable details. Hotel Bingadegolanadfingo, where you have an important meeting to attend in 20 minutes time. Just to make sure the cab driver understood you, you ask the cab driver, "Did you understand me?" in his own language (according to your dollar store quality cheapo phrasebook). He reassuringly responds with three English "yes"s in rapid succession, putting your mind at ease and allowing you to relax. 

Five minutes later you realize you are now heading in the opposite direction of Hotel Bingadegolanadfingo. Rapidly flipping through the phrasebook you try to find the words to express, "Where the hell are you taking me?!". After a few moments of worriedly uttering a chain of words that probably made very little sense, but still seemed to manage to express your deep concerns, the cab driver replies with three simple English sentences, "No. Yes. Is good." Now in even more confusion and panic, you begin to ramble off more words, rearranging them in various ways out of desperation. The cab driver raises his hand to calm you down, looks over his shoulder at while still driving, smiles at you reassuringly and says, "Yes. Yes. Yes. American embassy."

Befuddled, you counter him with, "No. No. No. American embassy! Hotel Bingadegolanadfingo!" To which he responds, now laughing good naturedly, "Yes. Yes. Yes. American embassy." He laughs a little more and throws in "No worry!", just to reassure you he does, in fact, know how to get to the American embassy. He continues to drive in the wrong direction, taking you farther and farther away from your important meeting at Hotel Bingadegolanadfingo, which is now taking place in just over five minutes time. No matter what you say, you cannot seem to convince him that the American embassy is not where you want to go. The car is traveling at a steady 45 mph/72 kph per hour. What do you do?

You are at the house of someone you have just recently met. You really like this person, they are a lot of fun and you foresee the potential for a long enduring friendship.

You have just come back from eating a very filling lunch and you really need to dump a load in a it's-crowning-and-there-is-no-way-to-force-it-back-in sort of way. Normally you have very strict rules about where you are willing to relieve yourself, and the homes of friends are generally off limits, no matter how long you have known them. However, this is an emergency situation. You politely ask, "May I use your restroom?" To which they respond by scrunching up their face and saying, "Of course!" in a manner as if to say "You do not even have to ask, silly!" Very nice of them.

A few minutes later and you push the flush and the worse thing imaginable happens... rather than swirling in a downward spiral and disappearing with a gracious belch, the contents swirl in an upward spiral and go nowhere with an ungracious choke. You stare downward for a moment in sheer horror, take a few deep breaths, count to five, and begin quietly scrounging around for the plunger... turns out they don't own one. What do you do?

You are fighting the urge for something sweet all day, finally you break down and go to the store. You grab a big jug of milk and swing by the candy isle to pick up some peanut butter cups. You look at the Reeses' and you look at the off brand, trying hard to decide what you are in the mood for. Do you want good ol' Hershey's chocolate, or the over the top sweetness of the off brand? You decide to go for the off brand, besides, they are not individually wrapped in foil and make less trash for you to deal with. 

So you get home, pour a nice glass of milk, sit down and tear open that bag only to discover the worse thing imaginable... a large clump of chocolate and peanut butter with little wax paper cups throughout. What do you do?

Warbler said:

TV's Frink said:

Read Moth3r's quote again and see if you can figure it out.

I did it!

It has almost become a right of passage now, to have figured out how to ignore yourself with nothing more than Moth3r's hint.

Only three of us have managed this exciting feat so far.

Moth3r said:

A B C said:

(... I see you can't ignore yourself !)

It is actually possible to ignore yourself if you play around with urls. Although why you would want to is different matter...

True story.

I am now being ignored by myself and ignoring myself, at the same time. Talented multitasking right there.

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Success!!!

Well that was amusing. Err... now I just have to figure out how to un-ignore myself...

But why? The movie has stood for this long with the effects it has. I just don't get this obsessive updating nonsense. Does every film have to look like it was made this decade?

I get you (well, sometimes...) I usually find your jokes rather amusing.

Bingowings said:

so I don't agree with C3PX's description of Warbler

Bingo, you know very well I was talking about ABC and pointing to his post. Would you stop twisting things for your own amusement.

TV's Frink said:

C3PX said:

*something on-topic, but TL;DR*

Wow, guess you are in the ABC camp of, "Let's see how long we can make this shit go on for".

A B C said:

*Meaningless jabber*

For the love of God, somebody make it stop!!!

Back on topic.

I used to really be into Ghostbuster when I was a kid, but haven's seen either of the movies in well over ten years; so I wouldn't claim to be a huge fan or anything. I would not be opposed to their going back and updating the special effects as an alternative to the originals and the originals continued to be released in their original form.

I like to look at films from a historical perspective. I like to look for the methods and style used by the director, and I really like seeing the evolution of costumes, sets, and special effects. Even if a film could be greatly improved by getting a modernized special effects makeover (which I don't really believe is ever the case, a film is much more than the special effects that adorn it), I would still opt to see the film as it was originally shown to audiences. 

So basically, I am entirely against special effects updates on older films. Though I would be inclined to consider it a harmless exercise used to breath new life into a film and make it more interesting to younger audiences... as Star Wars has shown us my inclination would be absolutely wrong. It isn't always harmless and the original doesn't always come out on the other side unscathed.

When I watch films my dad watched when he was young, I want to see the same films he saw. When I show films I watched when I was young to my kids, I want them to see the films I saw.

A good analogy would be the old 1976 Ford Mustang. Let's say it was a car you drove when you were a teenager (if you are not that old just use your imagination). You tell your kids about this but you don't have a picture, so they ask you, "Okay dad, next time you see a 1976 Ford Mustang on the road, point it out to us so we will know what your old car looked like." A few days later you are driving along and spot a 2009 Ford Mustang, which is designed to somewhat resemble the old late 70's models and you say, "There it is! There is a Mustang, that is the car I drove when I was a teenager." You would have now given your kids a misrepresentation of what you actually drove when you were a kid. Calling it Star Wars from 1977 and presenting it with 2004 special effects is essentially this exact same thing.

C3PX said:

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^ And he continues to press things and stir up trouble, while pretending to be above perfect. Nice. Just not going to let any of this go, are you?

Sometimes it is really hard to tell what the hell you are playing at, Bingo. All I can say is you'd make one hell of a politician.

Bingowings said:

It should be noted that good sense has prevailed and some of the more choicest chunks of language (which I shan't repeat) have retroactively been excised from this thread which paints reading it now in a very different light from reading it, yesterday.

For the record, I have edited nothing out of my posts. I don't see that so much as "good sense" prevailing, as I do revisions with the intent (or at the very least the result) of muddling what actually took place.