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I haven’t seen it (don’t plan to), but I think any Peanuts film animated in 3D CGI should recieve a negative score on principal. 😉
Probably.
I would’ve liked to see Chaim Topol play Jesus.
Having to sit through the prequels after the cliffhanger in Empire… now that’s something you need hospital drugs for.
Exactly. I do not see why would anyone want to put shit in the middle of the best sandwich.
I guess sitting through that sh*t would help make ROTJ seem like a movie of the same quality as eps 4 & 5 😉
While ROTJ is certainly of higher quality than ANH and ESB, that might actually make it look like same quality. 😛
Are you okay my friend?
Key word, “marginally”.
Oh hey cool this thread got re-opened. It’s a 4/20 miracle!
What does anyone think of doing weed? Is it of much harm and does it help with feeling depressed?
Weed, just like any drug or medication, will affect every person differently. Some feel less depressed, some feel more depressed. It can help get you out of your head but it could also make you introvert on your problems more. It also makes every movie funnier and/or more confusing.
Let’s hope it doesn’t make me feel more depressed.
Eat some of this and depression will be a forgone memory.
Quick non-binding poll: Do you all want me to come back as a regular poster at OT.com?
Yes.
You used to annoy me, but then so did Axl Rose’s singing voice. Once I listened to far worse “musicians” (Lil Wayne, Bieber, Minaj, etc.), I realized Axl wasn’t really so bad after all.
In other words, your idiosyncrasies aren’t a fourth as annoying as Spuffure’s.
Long story ahead. I may fall asleep soon after posting it, so if anyone replies, I may not see it for a while. Not that anyone should really pay attention to the ramblings of a random teenager, but… idk. Whatever. Here goes…
This story begins about two weeks ago when I went to a sort of camp thing for a few days. It was fun and all and things were going well, and suddenly things got even better for me. I met a girl who actually seemed to enjoy my company. Hell, at one point she even seemed to get adorably giddy to see me. We talked for a long time and she actually seemed like she enjoyed talking to me. ‘Holy ****, she might actually like me!’ I thought. It was a first. Suddenly, I began to delude myself into thinking I was completely straight, and so that night I was happy, happier than I’d been in a long time.
The next night was a “dance,” a raucous affair that I didn’t want any part of. For the most part, it was miserable. I stood around anxiously hoping to not be noticed by anyone (except her) and stared into the colorful lights (which in a strange way was somewhat calming, even if undoubtedly bad for my eyes). Eventually, the girl found me and we spent most of the night sitting against the wall in the back and talking, but it was getting late and my anxiety kicked in hard as usual, so I kept asking her if I was bothering her, but she kept insisting that I wasn’t. Then, my hopes jumped up way too high and I stuttered out a stupid question. Upon my asking, she sighed and admitted that she had a boyfriend. She did give me her phone number though, which is more than anyone ever has before really.
Anyway, the camp ends and we part ways. We text each other for a while but eventually I realize that she in fact did not purge my faggotry and I’m still bi at best, but then I felt guilty. I felt like I was somehow lying to her, or to myself, or to someone. I haven’t texted her in a few days because I figured it was pointless to make myself feel even more miserable. So now it’s all back; the intense fear of God, the feeling that I’m some kind of fraud, the suicidal thoughts accompanied by the fear that I’d go to hell, so killing myself would make things worse. Last night it was really bad and I couldn’t bear it, so I just dumped it all on a friend of mine late at night (having no prior knowledge of my faggotry, but he seemed pretty chill about it). It made me feel a little better, but I still have no idea what to do about any of it. There’s no way I could tell my parents about any of this lest they expidiate my inevitable trip to hell, and any time I try to talk to my mom about any of my other problems it doesn’t go well (like a month or so ago when I brought up the frequent beatings I took in middle school locker rooms a few years back and she denied ever knowing about it despite me having brought it up several times). I can’t tell my father any of my problems lest he become even more disappointed in me. I’m still not the Super Star Athlete Son™ he always wanted and I have nothing but contempt for mindless, barbaric athletic competition. He treats that as a personal failing on his part so he continually forces me to partake in mindless, barbaric athletic competition. If I told him any of my problems, he’d probably treat those as woeful failings of his as a parent and as a person, and he’s so fundamentalist that I wouldn’t be surprised if he took me to he edge of town and stoned me if he found out about my faggotry.I don’t even know what I’m trying to say at this point. I’m just tired of feeling guilty any time I have any kind of affection for anyone, tired of being a lousy son, tired of wanting to die and being too afraid to, tired of being afraid of God, and just tired in general.
Feel free to ignore this post, I’m a mess and I just needed to vent.
Luke 18:9-14 New International Version (NIV)
The Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector
9 To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everyone else, Jesus told this parable: 10 “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. 11 The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. 12 I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.’
13 “But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’
14 “I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”
With whom did Jesus prefer to spend his time: those who tried to define society’s righteousness based on their understanding of the scriptures, or SINNERS WHO CAME TO HIM LOOKING FOR FORGIVENESS.
The trouble with the interpretation of the Pharisee and Tax Collector in THE CHURCH OF WHAT’S HAPPENING NOW is the standard misinterpretation of “judging”. Christians are called to exercise careful judgement of all actions at all times. Their own conduct first of all, and THE CONDUCT OF OTHERS.
The sinfulness of others doesn’t diminish one’s own in the least. LIKEWISE, one’s own sin does not reduce the evil of others in the tiniest degree.
The Problem with the Pharisee was not that he recognized that unrepentant robbers and adulterers were awful characters deserving harsh judgement, it was that he thought HIS GOOD WORKS made him a vastly superior being above fellow people who REPENT. That sort of haughtiness is a great sin.
People can be appalled by the evil of others and by their own sinfulness AT THE SAME TIME. These ARE NOT mutually exclusive, in spite of what the enlightened “churches” would suggest to us.
This isn’t a thread for religious debate.
Thoughtless assholes like him are why good people like coffee suffer needlessly.
I’m not good at giving advice – probably worse at giving comfort – but all I can say is that you have nothing to feel ashamed of. Your sexuality isn’t evil and isn’t harmful; the fundamentalist strain of Christianity you’ve been reared in is.
If you aren’t already, do some research on other strains of Christianity – moderate, progressive, and liberal. Read their blogs/literature and, if you can, correspond with mod/prog/lib Christians; learn what their interpretations of the Bible and its teachings are. Get a robust understanding of Christianity; don’t default to the fundies’ narrow POV.
“It’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.”
But where does the gremlin from Twilight Zone: The Movie fit in to all this?
I think the idea that McConaughey went back through space time to save his family was a great plot point that was sadly very poorly and lazily executed. “Future human generations created this five-dimensional space for you.” yeah, sure. So why didn’t they all die in Dust Bowl 2.0 the first time around then?
I believe the film was operating with the Novikov self-consistency principle in mind.
Had a series of strange/disturbing dreams before I woke up this morning. Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten all but two fragments.
First fragment: I bought a copy of Nightmare on Elm Street 2 on-line. When the DVD arrived, I found that it was a Region 2 DVD, making it unplayable for me. For some reason, a bunch of region-free Blu-rays had been packaged along with it; they were all crappy knockoffs of classic animated Disney films.
Second fragment: I lead or at least participated in some kind of insurrection that took place in a college during winter. Then I found myself outside the college waiting for the bus in the snow. I was then hit by a car or some other vehicle; I received no major injuries, though I was knocked senseless and ended up missing the bus.
Some guy driving a red car offered me a ride. Since he looked like a cross between Ernie Coombs and Hans Moleman, I figured I’d accept it. Once we got close to my neighbourhood, though, he propositioned me for sex. That’s when I pretended to whip out a knife and held its imaginary blade up to his throat, threatening to cut him good if he didn’t let me out and drive away toot sweet. That he did. Oh, and it wasn’t winter anymore.
As I proceeded to walk the rest of the way home, that red car reappeared. Ernie Moleman was no longer behind the wheel, though; there were three unfamiliar men in there now, one of them wearing a white hood over his head; he had a bloody hole smack-dab in the centre of his forehead.
As there was little cover to be had, I cut across someone’s backyard and ducked down behind a short length of fence, where I could see them but they couldn’t see me. Oh, but they weren’t human, after all, and they didn’t need sight to find me; emerging from their car, they strode right up to where I was hiding. That’s when I took up a length of hard, heavy wood and began beating at them with it. Of course, they were supernatural, and as such they had greater endurance to pain and injury than I did; I’d hit them, and at best it would slow them down for a couple seconds. Taking up their own lengths of wood, they in turn began hitting me with them; I wasn’t as tough as they were.
Right before I woke up, I picked up a trowel. Attacking one of the men – a portly, balding fellow – I stabbed him right in the forehead with the implement. Twisting the blade around inside his brain, I managed to pop his eyes out, leaving them bulging from their sockets. I didn’t kill or incapacitate him, though; he was still as able to fight me as before.
If I was an Objectivist, my head would’ve melted by now.
Interstellar
6/10
spoilers:
A lot of it works, but the explanation we get when he’s in the black hole just doesn’t cut it for me. It felt a bit lazy. But up to that point, and after, it was really good.
You rated it lower than I did, but you liked it more than I did.
If I was a robot, my head would’ve melted by now.
Any version of Christianity that isn’t husezni’s = Satanist/atheist
The gray part is the best part.
Do a barrel roll.
The first season is the best. It gets wonky afterward.
Still, even the wonky seasons are better than most of '90s Spider-Man.
There likely will not be an official release of the Star Wars trilogy on home video until the copyrights expire and we get a good public domain release.
But who here has time to wait for the end of western civilization?
Old Star Trek reruns freaked me out way more than SW ever did.
This.
Haven’t seen the Ewok movies yet because I haven’t managed to brew the right kind of pine-cone moonshine to go with them.
Just put a plastic bag over your head for five minutes and you’re good.
There aren’t enough fictional drugs mentioned in this thread.
Melange.
Terrible job of ranking.
Melange is such a perfect drug that it ranks itself.
Why the shit do stormtroopers have grappling hooks?