DuracellEnergizer

Possessed said:

My chest kindof hurts.

As does mine. It seems that everytime I eat something, especially after breakfast, the left side of my chest starts to ache.

I've been trying to diet, and of four days ago I've taken up riding an exercise bike for thirty minutes every day -- and the exercise seems to help make the ache go away -- but I've been having trouble sticking to my diet, so the ache keeps returning. 

Post Praetorian said:

I can recall prior to being married I used to attract children like a magnet. 

I certainly wished I could take her with me when we left

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bO3hEk9a-Vg

joefavs said:

^I'm curious, is there anything you do like?

Adams, Bryan (c. 1980s)

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Army of Darkness

At least the first five seasons of Arthur (the animated kids' TV series)

A wide variety of different music made prior to the mid-2000s

B&W cinematography

Babylon 5

Batman

Bergman, Ingmar

Bertram, Laura

Black beans

Bronze Age comics

Brown, Clancy

Cable Guy, The

Camilla Belle's eyebrows

Campbell, Bruce

Cats

Combs, Jeffrey

Concept of theism, The

Concept of theistic evolution, The

Connelly, Jennifer

Corman, Roger

Curry, Tim

Dick, Philip K.

Dune (the novel and the film)

Edgar Allan Poe's horror stories (I haven't enjoyed most of his non-horror work)

First five seasons of Rugrats, The

First nine seasons of Simpsons, The

Furlan, Mira

Genesis (the band more than the book)

Hauer, Rutger

Highlander

Hong, James

Horror movies made prior to the 2000s

Ironside, Michael

Jackson, Michael

Jason Voorhees-styled hockey masks

Jodorowsky, Alejandro

Jones, James Earl

Karloff, Boris

Langenkamp, Heather

Lee, Christopher

Lightsaber colours beyond red, blue, green, and the occasional purple and yellow

Lynch, David

Madden, Guy

McCamus, Tom

Morissette, Alanis

Natural redheaded women

Nazi aesthetics (not ethics)

Nimoy, Leonard

O'Toole, Annette

O'Toole, Peter

Post-Crisis Superman

Price, Vincent

Quotes from the Bible

Quotes from Shakespeare

Saxon, John

Scott, George C.

Spider-Man

Spock

Stargate (1994)

Star Trek: TOS

Star Wars Expanded Universe (1977-1998), The

Star Wars Original Original Trilogy, The

Stephen King short stories (I find his novels to be a mixed bag)

Stop-motion animation

Strawberries

Tales from the Cryptkeeper

Tallman, Patricia

Twilight Zone, The (original series)

Twin Peaks

Venom

Von Sydow, Max

Wilde, Kim

X-Files, The

There's much, much more I could list, but this is all the patience I have to mention today.

NeverarGreat said:

Superman is better than a C-

If it weren't for Chris Reeve's performance as Superman (not Clark, just Superman), I would have rated it even lower.

DominicCobb said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) -- C

12 Years a Slave (2013) -- B

Superman (1978) -- C-

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) -- C

 You asshole.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRamB30E9mU

Yeah, and it's going to suck just like every other modern piece-of-shit remake has sucked.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) -- C

Canadian Bacon (1995) -- C-

A Perfect World (1993) -- A

The Amityville Horror (1979) -- C/C+

12 Years a Slave (2013) -- B

A Woman (1915) -- B-

The Immigrant (1917) -- A

The Kid (1921) -- A+

Superman (1978) -- C-

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) -- C

I finished reading Heir to the Jedi. My final opinion on the novel?

It was okay. Not good, not great, not slightly-above-average, not bad, not dreadful, not abominable -- just okay.

To put things in perspective, the book had a few nice tidbits -- Luke deconstructing a dead Jedi's lightsaber to get a sense of its inner workings, Luke experimenting with telekinesis, and the subplot with the nasty brain-eating skullborers -- but they just weren't enough to compensate for the poorly-executed first-person narrative (Luke does not think or talk that way!) and the lack of a cohesive plot.

Had it been given a less bombastic title and marketed as just another SW novel which brings nothing new to the table and will have no impact on the greater SW Universe, I'd give HTTJ a pass for being a harmless time-killer. But as a spiritual successor to Heir to the Empire and a story which goes in-depth into Luke's efforts to become a Jedi post-SW/pre-TESB -- both of which this novel purports to be -- it's a complete letdown and failure and deserves to be regarded as such.

Yay, another pointless development that'll ultimately have no impact on the characters whatsoever since we all know how Han & Leia's relationship pans out.

God, the nuEU's such a creatively destitute entity so far. Why doesn't Lucasfilm hire me to write stories for them? I -- and millions of other unprofessional writers out there -- can think of a thousand better stories to tell than lameass soap opera shit like this.

Personally, I just download digital copies off the 'Net once they become available. Sure, that may not be perfectly legal, but that way I don't have to feel ripped off for spending money on crappy stories that aren't worth the cover price.

I wonder why people even bother buying individual issues anymore. You rarely get done-in-one stories in mainstream comics anymore, so you're stuck having to wait months to read a single story that you could probably get through in an hour if you had the whole thing at hand.

Warbler said:

He didn't mention me.  : (

"There, there. There, there". 

Warbler said:

I would also order the arrest of George Lucas  and have him tried using a jury of ot.com members.  

If found guilty, I suggest he be sentenced to watch The Holiday Special on a loop for 24 hours straight. 

Cadillac Man (1990) -- C

Just Cause (1995) -- B

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968) -- B-

Audrey Rose (1977) -- C/C+

Work (1915) -- C

Shanghaied (1915) -- C

Triple Trouble (1918) -- F

Trident said:

Actually that made me wonder what the Genie would have done with Aladdin if that guy had said his final wish was for the Genie to die a horrible death?

Duracell has to make an alternate reality where that could happen somehow.

*crosses arms and nods head once*

Done. 

Trident said:

Haha, but wouldn't you think that would make people think really hard before going into music as a career?

God, I hope so! 

Danfun128 said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

^Let's test that presupposition, shall we?

***

I wrote this poem

While visiting a gnome

Who lived in a dome

A girl wrapped in tape duct

He then went and f*cked

Down came Gott

Who said this poem sucked

***

You're right!

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hS6xDZxQ1jo

LOL. That very scene was fresh in my mind when I typed this. 

Trident said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

I'd transport most modern mainstream "musicians" directly into the heart of the sun.

 Well this looks interesting. Why would you do that? Would it be to make room at the recording studios for better artists or to create a really spectacular fireworks display?

hairy_hen said:

We're just sad we never got to find out who was Team_Edward and who was Team_Jacob . . .

Definitely the same people who were Team_Dumb and Team_Dumber. If you know who they are, then consider your question answered. 

When I enter "brooke shields young" in Google Images, why the hell do photos of her as a prepubescent girl -- naked and in heavy makeup -- show up in the results? God, why do those photos even exist?

darth_ender said:

I may not have my legions of secret police any longer but I am a well trained assassin in my own right.  Watch carefully folks, for one day we will no longer see the scribblings of a multiverse nut!

Too bad you can't kill me in all universes. *evillaugh* 

I'd transport most modern mainstream "musicians" directly into the heart of the sun.

SABOTEUR'S P.O.V. -- WAYWARD SON

Exiting the crew quarters, the saboteur makes their way along the main corridor of the Wayward Son until they reach the entrance into the engineering bay.

Slipping inside, the saboteur walks on over to the entrance which leads into the #3 hold. Entering the small hold, they step up to a green metal crate. Bringing out their left wrist, they pull their sleeve up and, peeling off a patch of synthskin, reveal a small wafer of super-thin electronics attached to the real skin beneath. After several touch-sensitive spots on the wafer are pressed, a hidden compartment near the base of the crate slides opens. Reaching into the compartment, the saboteur pulls out a toolkit along with a brick-sized detonator.

Re-sealing the compartment, the saboteur returns to the engineering bay and crosses over to the hyperdrive access panel. Taking care to make sure no one is around to see them, they open the panel and slip down inside the access tube. Opening the toolkit, the saboteur takes the detonator and begins connecting it to pathways which link the hyperdrive motivator up to the hyperdrive itself.

Time passes, and the job of securing the detonator in place is eventually finished. Taking their tools, the saboteur returns them to the toolkit.

SN. ANTILLES: (O.S.) Hey,  wait's up down there?

Hearing the Falleen's voice, the saboteur quickly reaches for the blaster pistol holstered to their left thigh. Unholstering the blaster, they make an adjustment to the pistol's setting, then taking care to hide the weapon against their palm, they climb out of the access tube. Antilles, unaware of the danger facing her, casually approaches the saboteur.

SN. ANTILLES: (smiles) What were you doing with the hyperdrive? Is there something --

Pressing their advantage, the saboteur moves right up to Antilles. Grabbing the Falleen's queue, the saboteur pulls the reptilian woman's head back. Quickly bringing out the blaster, the saboteur shoves the barrel right up under Antilles' chin and pulls the trigger. The energy discharged from the pistol is only a stun blast, but at this close range it's powerful enough to fry the Falleen's brain.  

As Antilles collapses to the deck, eyes rolling up in their sockets, the saboteur proceeds to take hold of the dead Falleen's shoulders and drags the body over to the hyperdrive access tube. Pushing the corpse down into the tube, the saboteur then re-seals the access panel. Once that is done, the saboteur departs, leaving the engineering bay as close to clean and spotless as it was before their arrival.

INT. PURIFIER/HOLOPROJECTION CHAMBER

SGW-0027 stands at the centre of the chamber, surrounded by the holographic images of the thirteen athas.

SGW-0027: (cont'd) ... and then commandeering a TIE shuttle, officer UIY-2249 took it out and intercepted the CC 161. Before our gunners had a chance to get a clear bead on him, he engaged his hyperdrive in a Stewart Maneuver. Both shuttles were instantly destroyed and the Herrenvolk suffered some damage to its forward hull after being caught in the line of fire.

The clone captain pauses in her report, giving her masters a moment to process this information.

ATHA ONE: We will need all documentation pertaining to this incident sent to us immediately. Docking bay security footage, log-records of computer access to the tractor beam generator -- everything.

SGW-0027: It will be done. (beat) Masters, I should have sensed that officer UIY-2249's mind was slipping. If I had, I would have been able to stop him from destroying the CC 161 and killing officer CBA-0101. My failure weighs heavily on me. (beat) I hold myself directly responsible for UIY-2249's actions and am ready to accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate.

ATHA PRIME: That won't be necessary, Captain. (beat) It will take time to review the data, so we will have to postpone the invasion until then. You will remain in command of the fleet, however. Provided things turn out in your favour, you will still be in command when the order to continue on to Geonosis goes through.

SGW-0027: (bows her head) Thank you, Master.

The athas end the communication.

SGW-0027: (cont'd) Thank you for being such an ignorant, gullible fool.

Turning around, the clone captain walks over to the door leading out of the chamber. Just as she reaches it, however, laughter -- deep, eerie, mocking, masculine laughter -- begins to reverberate throughout the chamber. Spinning around, SGW peers into the dark centre of the chamber.

SGW-0027: Who is that?! Who's there?!

The laughter continues. Anger rising, the clone stomps her way back toward the centre of the chamber. Looking all about the depths of the chamber, she tries to find the individual making the laughter but cannot find him.

SGW-0027: Where are you!?

Slowly, the laughter dies down, soon disappearing altogether. Frightened, her hands beginning to shake, SGW-0027 wastes no more time in leaving the chamber as fast as she can.

TheBoost said:

I was fun.

That's not what Frink's mom told me. She said you're something of a cold fish, actually.