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A single, uncapitalized letter is all the response I get?

TV’s Frink said:

WTF? Get out of my thread. Twice.

ALLOL

“Jane” was a woman alive, a magnificent soul. Instilled with the breath of inspiration and enriched by the blood of imagination, she was a vision of God in miniature, a sliver of divinity who only wanted to fulfill her potential and ascend to the heavens to contribute to His works and be a daughter at His side.

However, much as the immature flower’s bud captured in the first potent freeze of the year’s dying months, “Jane” was unprepared when the demon Melancholia struck, driving his frigid trident into her unarmoured breast, engourging her heart with ebon ichor that started at once coursing through her veins.

Succumbing to this malaise, “Jane” turned to those she believed to be her protectors, seeking salvation from the black toxin which arrested her. In turn, she was belittled, demeaned, and cast into the Outer Darkness, where she was ensnared within the razor-keen strands to the thrice-damned web of pseudoscientific chauvinism. Had she fought with ferocity, she may have been freed, but as she put up only the most feeble of resistance, the inescapable lines of silk tightened about her, cutting into her skin, drawing precious life’s blood and pain, until they drew so tight they snapped, sending her into free-fall.

From there “Jane” plummeted, falling ever faster, into the depths of isolating emptiness. She could not fall forever, however, and soon she came before a whirlwind – a maelstrom of foul yellow winds alive with the screaming of the insane. “Jane” was swept alive into that aureolin chaos, that microcosm of inconceivable angles, bulging eyes atop off-kilter necks, erupting fungi, and entrapped women, and it was there where she opened herself to her gifts and glories. Her imaginings grew, flourished, then burst, spoiling and festering, turning against their parent.

With time, the typhoon of sulpher tints faded away, but not before releasing a child reborn from its miscarrying womb; “Jane” came forth, an animate abomination of unbridled, creeping madness!

I’ve never heard about portable VCRs before.

*rushes out to Google “portable VCRs”*

If it’s a sequel to Prometheus, shouldn’t its title be Prometheus: Covenant? =P

Tried YouTube. There’s not much there from my particular region.

I wish I had learned how to record with a VCR back in the '90s. I’m dying to revisit the local channels I watched as a kid as they were back then – the news, the sign-offs, the various locally-produced shows, etc. – but I can’t.

*sad sigh*

starsighstar

Responding to a post I made almost a month ago?

Quoth the Warbler, *sigh*.

Sorry to hear you didn’t have a good time. Birthdays shouldn’t ever suck.

TV’s Frink said:

If there’s no afterlife, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

Eternal oblivion scares me. It’s scared me to the point where I’ve dreaded going to sleep at night.

You don’t have to worry about Hell or Purgatory!

Purgatory doesn’t sound too bad. =P

CatBus said:

I hope there was no harm in trying, and that you find a way through this for yourself.

No, there was no harm. And thanks.

Chewie’s retained his aversion to mouse droids, I see.

I don’t plan on doing anything special. To me, TFA’s just another movie; I’ll be watching it (if I choose to watch it) without ceremony.

fullmetal777 said:

stop bitching and whining about movies that came out over 10 years ago…all you guys need to do this…get the f&$@ over the prequels already…

Don’t worry about me; I have too many real-world problems to worry about to care about the PT (or anything SW-related) anymore.

I hope you have yourself a happy birthday, too.

CatBus, I appreciate your attempt to help. I’m afraid Your POV doesn’t work for me, but I appreciate the effort regardless.

I’m afraid that there may be no afterlife. That’s the long and short of it.

TV’s Frink said:

what do you fear about death?

The possiblity that my consciousness could just be snuffed out like a candle flame doesn’t quite rub me the right way.

Bingowings said:

Padme’s world defended by gleaming chrome plated Y-wings would have sold the transition better.

You should bring this idea up in “The Prequel Radical Redux Ideas Thread” (if you haven’t already).

What’s a worr?

For anyone who’s ever wanted to see Gates McFadden speak with a phony French accent while eating a croissant:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrneM9tb7w4

^Okily dokily.

Patricier said:

But all in all I did listen to you guys and if yo can promise me that you will give my ideas and projects a chance then i will put them all in one forum

A friendly bit of advice: Don’t poke the bear if you want the bear’s friendship.