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- Current Events. No debates!
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Recreational marihuana is now legal in Kanata.
I, for one, couldn’t care less.
This user has been banned.
Recreational marihuana is now legal in Kanata.
I, for one, couldn’t care less.
I wouldn’t want paja to stop posting. His chaos is delicious in moderation.
In this alternate universe of yours how many cats do I have? In this one I only have one and I’m satisfied with that but I could see an alternate me going another way with it.
Alternate Possessed owns a pregnant cat.
#2 it is, then.
Watching people explain jokes is like using sandpaper as tp.
Great, you just gave Duracell a new fetish. Hope you’re happy.
Dammit I was just about to post this.
You’re both wrong.
Flypaper, meanwhile. . . .
Still doing it wrong.
How rad would it have been if they had cast Christopher Lee in the movies? What if they gave him a character with an interesting backstory and not use him? Give him ten minutes of screentime. All he does is stand, walk around, or flip around. That sounds rad. That’s a character I can get behind. Someone who’s only tangentially related to the plot or any of the main characters. That sounds awesome.
Christopher Lee didn’t deserve what he got.
And imagine if Dooku had remained a rogue Jedi who really was fighting to dislodge Sidious from power. So much could’ve been done with such a character. But nope, secret Sith apprentice. Yawn.
God’s honest truth, I’m not all that impressed with Dollars. It’s got nice cinematography and Eastwood going for it, but it’s not particularly creative or interesting. In an alternate universe where this was a standalone film and didn’t have two superior follow-ups, I’d probably only rate it a 7.
The accurate medical term is dissociative identity disorder, thank you very much. Schizophrenia’s what you have when you hear the voice of Col. Sanders screaming at you to murder your neighbour’s lawn gnomes.
I’m going to be anathema to Duracell for a while:
Only true if
Mark Hamill penned.
Apparently, one can’t be both a postmodernist and socialist.
My only retort:
^Temp-ban for you.
^Ass.
Just like Star Wars in general these days, I don’t care about this discussion.
This isn’t a malicious move
Capitalism is a malicious move.
48- lock it down
*Jay mode ON*
This is the thread you’re looking for.
*Jay mode OFF*
I stumbled
I was watching Monday Night Football tonight. At halftime, they had a band play a song. The name of the band: Garbage. Why would anyone name their band, Garbage?
Irony.
Why is is irony?
i·ro·ny
/ˈīrənē/
noun
Of perhaps I’m just channelling Alanis and don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. One can’t be conceited in these matters.
Anyway, consulting Wiki, here’s what it had to say on the origin of the band’s name:
Wikipedia said:
According to [Butch] Vig, the team drew inspiration for its name from a hostile early comment, when a friend of the band heard recording material, probably for “Vow” and groaned, “This shit sounds like garbage!” However, according to This Is The Noise That keeps Me Awake, an autobiography of the band, Vig wrote in his 1993 studio journal about the creative process; of working for long periods of time, “without coming up with anything cool… and when you least expect it, it all falls into place.” The name derives from the last line of this entry: “I hope that all this garbage will become something beautiful!”.
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dom out of context thread.
I completely forgot about Django Unchained. He was good there, too.
For me, it’s Jamie Foxx. Never liked him, even fairly recently when I saw Baby Driver I hated him despite being a character I otherwise should have enjoyed watching. Maybe it’s because I hate American football and he was in Any Given Sunday, except I have no memory of actually seeing that movie.
I kinda-sorta dislike Jamie Foxx, too. If I’d never seen Ray, I’d probably dislike him totally.
Scarlett Johansson is one of those celebrities I just dislike for no discernible reason I recall.
A horror film where a charming, erudite serial killer à la Dr. Phibes murders a succession of annoying Millennial/post-Millennial douchbags in ever-inventive, ever-gruesome ways and escapes scot-free.