DuracellEnergizer

He’s talking about the voices in his head again.

Lord Haseo said:

DuracellEnergizer said:
Ooh la la.

Isn’t Ezra like 14?

You figured wrong.

I’ve never worn pajamas.

TV’s Frink said:

RicOlie_2 said:

It’s not a joke thread, despite what certain posters may think of it.

Why the plural? I see exactly one poster who thinks it’s crap, and he’s clearly not worth listening to.

Well, there is He Who Shall Not Be Named, who most certainly is gonna rub his feces all over this thread should he make a reappearance and see this thread.

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Here’s the minor CD collection I managed to create before I gave up on buying CDs:

• The Beatles: Love
• Bryan Adams: Reckless; Waking Up the Neighbours; The Best of Me
• Johnny Cash: A Concert: Behind Prison Walls
• Phil Collins: Love Songs
• Bob Dylan: MTV Unplugged
• Peter Gabriel: Shaking the Tree
• Genesis: Genesis; We Can’t Dance
• Michael Jackson: Thriller
• Bob Marley & The Wailers: Gold
• Meatloaf: Bat Out of Hell
• Alanis Morissette: Alanis
• Roy Orbison: Collections
• Tom Petty and the Hearbreakers: Anthology Through the Years
• The Police: Synchronicity
• Toad the Wet Sprocket: Fear
• John Williams: Return of the Jedi Special Edition soundtrack

Honestly, I haven’t listened to any of these CDs in years, and didn’t really like half of them back when I did. I probably should just go and donate most of them to a local thrift store.

Aside from those, I have a large collection of CDs which I’ve burnt myself over the last couple years. Needless to say, that list of songs is gonna be huge, so I’ll save it for a separate post sometime later.

Hardcore Legend said:

This Wednesday is the season finale and it promises to be packed with tons of cannon goodies.

You mean candy fired from a cannon, right? That’d be awesome.

Maul tries to seduce Ezra

Ooh la la.

Besides, Matt Lanter’s a better Anakin than Hayden on his worst day.

I’ll go with Door #2.

No, it can from Al.

“literarily” literally ruins the joke.

Lord Haseo said:

In both senses of the term…

He’s a supernatural creature of Scandinavian folklore who lives under bridges and harasses billy goats?

LuckyGungan2001 said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

X-Men (2000) – C

X2 (2003) – C

Mind elaborating? I’m not having a go at you, I just don’t see how someone could dislike those films.

Let’s just say that I’m a big fan of the X-Men comics from the '60s all the way up to the early '80s. These movies don’t capture what I love about those books – the aesthetics, the tone, the characterization of most of the characters, etc. – in the least.

As far as I’m concerned, these films are just grim ‘n’ gritty Wolverine films with the actual X-Men serving as underdeveloped, underrepresented afterthoughts.

Getting drunk three nights in a row wasn’t as satisfying an experience as I figured it would be. It was the polar opposite, in fact.

moviefreakedmind said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

Theists, don’t let your babies grow up to be creationists. It will spell only disaster.

What’s it to you? Why even care what other people believe?

I’d rather they raise their children to believe that their religious beliefs can be synchronized with mainstream science rather than raise them to believe that the two are mutually exclusive. Too many people brought up this way only end up losing their faith when they get older (just like I did).

Just go with the flow, guys, and leave the time code in if it can’t be adequately edited out. At least you’re not working with VHS-quality footage,

In my own defense, I would have posted the exact same message, only without the horrible misspelling.

The National FIlm Board of Canada makes me proud to be Canadian.

^YES.

THe Holiday Special never had any impact on the OOT-- you never saw Mala or Itchy inserted into the movies proper – so it’s impossibel to hate it. THe prequels on the other hand – what hasn’t be violaeted to l conforme to it? The OT was ruined by the PT, the EU was ruined by the PT. Tje Holoday s[ecoa; never fucked things up this much.

Tehn get on it already, Mr. Man.

Fucking booze induced double post. Ignore it.

Here’s an idea I’ve had for a great movie for sometime now, ever since I watched Easy Rider weeks ago.

In the near future – or the present in a parallel world – a comet from an extrasolar system comes to Earth. Upon coming upon our world, this comet breaks apart into several fragments. These fragments all strike the world; while they don’t kill the world like the comet alone would have done had it remained intact, they have the same devasting effect that hundreds of atom bombs exploding all over the world would have done, killing millions across the globe.

These comet fragments aren’t the average comet fragments, however; frozen in the ice of the comet fragments are alien microbes. Upon striking the Earth, the ice containing these microbes melts, forming vapour which billows out in hundreds of kilometres. Countelss villages, towns, and cities get envelped int these vapours, and the people breathe it in.

At least half of these people get infected by these alien microbes and these microbes infest their nervous systems. Slowly, those unimmune to the microbes slowly die as these microbes cause their nervous systyems to shut down. Once their nervous systmes shut down, they die. But lo and behold, these microbes then take control of these lifeless bodies, turning them into puppets.

Essentially, these microbe infested bodies become zombies. Unlike your typical zombie, though, they aren’t violetn brain/flesh eating monsters. They’re mindless, harmless, and just meander about like lobotmoy patients. Howver, they’re contagious; any average man who comes into contact with these zombies – or slombies as I like to call them (I got the idea to call them that from the slow mutants from the Dark Tower books seris) is in danger of becoming a slombie if they aren’t immune to the microbes.

Thus mankind becomes divided. The survivors of the comet strike become divided. Those who aren’t immune to the slombie plague wall themselves up in sheltered communes which those who are immune but remain carriers of the plague remain out in the open, the inheritors of a post-apocalyptic wasteland where the individual has to fight to stay alive.

Anyway, in this post-apocalypitc wasteladn, there’s this one man: a guy who had a beloved sister who become a slombie after the comet fragments devasted the Earth and contamined the planet with the slombie plague. He’s the protagonist of the story. He goes from town-to-town on his solar powered motprcycle, trading in mundane foodstuffs like chocolate chips for shotgun shells (because money is now worhtless in this society, see?).

Anyway, the protagonist comes to this town where these lowlives uses slombies as prostitutes – they’re not alive, y’see, so they can’t protess – pulling out their teeth and such so they can give perfect frictionless blowjobs. Our protagonists hates this, y’see – he hates seeing the dead used in such a profane manner – so he torches the slowbie brothel (which once was a church, which only pisses him off more).

Anyway, the protagonists eventually comes across a living prostitute – not a slombie – who is the spitting image of his long-dead sister. Seeing this woman treated like trash, he fights to free her from this ugly pornographic existence, killing her pimps with his double-barreled shotgun until he finally manages to liberate her. THen, at the end, the protagonists ride off into the sunset on his solar powered motorcycle, the liberated former prostitute who looks like his sister accompanying him.

The score for this movie would be written and performed by Jagori and Christian Tanna. The movie would be shot on location in New Mexico (for all those wonderous desert mesas) and Vancouver Island (for all those beautfil trees).

I want to live in one of those mansions which has a personal library covered wall-to-wall with book shelves. I’d never have to worry about book space then.

[JEDIT]

I wish I had more time to read. This shithole of a home is anything but conducive to reading. The only time when there’s enough peace and quiet around the house is when everyone else is asleep. and at that point int time, I’m often too tired to read.