Is it pronounced "Mother" or "Moth three are?" I have to know.
im looking for the one they call VOTEFOR PALPATINE
Who is...{DoS} Hellhound?
I'll take "Architecture" for $400, Alex.
I'd like to know which smartass answer you found most/least helpful, TheBoost.
Some people claim that "couldn't care less" and "could care less" mean the same thing. While the intention behind both is undoubtedly the same, the two phrases are not the same.
1) Couldn't care less = "I am incapable of caring less about _________ than I do right now."
2) Could care less = "I don't care much about __________, but I do maintain a sliver of interest in the subject."
LeBron James has petitioned the NBA to change his jersey number to #6 next season, out of respect to Michael Jordan. Good thing he picked #6, since no important players ever wore #6.
Kobe Bryant did this a couple of years ago and so did Amare Stoudamire. This is crap. When I run the world, I am going to insist that a player pick his number when he starts his career and he is tethered to that number for the duration of his career. He may not change it unless he is changing teams and that number is unavailable on his new team. Once his number is established on the new team, that is his number for the duration of his career.
If a player goes to a team and a retired player offers his retired number to the new player, I'm OK with that.
I really like basketball.
Is necroposting cool with everyone? Because I've wanted to do some of it myself.
This thread is now about...English!
I slinked into the Libra Room, barely noticing Buskers' announcement. If I had a tail, it would be tucked between my legs. I could feel the prickly heat of a collective stare boring into my skin. I hate to be the last one in - especially on an occasion such as this.
The lawman caught my eye first - how could I miss him, with such a dashing, handsome pilot in his custody? I was puzzled too - Olie never struck me as a rogue - what went on here?
I approached the sheriff with confidence, offering a friendly handshake. Clearly, ferris was a man from a land where the sun shined bright, the people went about their business in a friendly way, and justice was swift and fair.
As ferris returned my greeting, I made my case. "Look, sheriff, there must be some mistake here. As far as I know - and you might check with Mr. Sylvester just to be sure - he wanted as many OT.com posters here as possible. I don't think the good Captain's here with any malice in his heart."
ferris appeared to consider my proposal without saying a word. Ric's anxiety was obvious.
I made my way toward the beverages. FanFiltration - I could kick myself, I didn't remember his name when I walked in - is clearly not happy with me. I felt guilty, but I knew that in such a large gathering I was going to forget somebody by name. Maybe even several somebodies. I need to hide in plain sight, so I poured the first beverage I saw (Hmmm, Armenian konyak - endorsed by Arshak Petrosian! How bad can that be?) and settled into a burgundy Queen Anne. (That's not as dirty as it sounds) Idly did I sip at my drink until the vile swill sent my gag reflex into maximum. Well, it happened so fast I couldn't really call it "idle sipping", actually. It was more like, "the moment the foul toxin met my taste buds, I let loose an embarrasing torrent of spittle and alcohol, hitting about a dozen people with it". Including, naturally...FanFiltration.
To be sure, this wasn't going so well yet.
I like to pronounce it "Lehr-uh".
Seriously, we should have a book club.
I once theorized that the SW Sequel Trilogy was already filmed in the mid 1980's and Lucas & company were keeping it on the DL, waiting for the right time to release it. Then ROTS was released, year upon year passed by, and I realized that my theory was utterly without foundation.
I took a moment to remove the mud from my shoes before ringing the doorbell. As I tended to that task, I glanced behind - nothing to see. The fog had rolled in and I knew that I would be stranded until morning. It wouldn't do a damn bit of good to call the driver service - no amount of money can entice a driver into this remote backwood at night. Especially with the leaden pall of mist oppressively draped over the estate and, indeed, all of the surrounding area.
Such was my foreboding that I entertained the notion of walking back - but even if I could follow the road in this fog, I could happen upon some rabid, predatory animal. No, it's best I clean these shoes and ring the doorbell. After all, I did receive a personal invitation from Mr. Sylvester himself.
And Jay Sylvester was a man who could make dreams come true. It was Sylvester who shrewdly engineered for himself a controlling interest in Lucasfilm, Ltd. and personally supervised the release of an up-to-date transfer of the Star Wars Original Unaltered Trilogy. Industry insiders were stunned by the move - and were flat-out shocked when the SOUT utterly laid waste all existing records of home video sales. As Sylvester anticipated, the public ached for a proper treatment of the OUT - and Sylvester's judgment had been vindicated in a most dramatic way. In one final shocking act, Sylvester sold his controlling interest back to George Lucas for a fraction of what the stock was worth. But money, though he had gained generations of wealth from the short sale, was never the point of Sylvester's manuevers. He had the vision and the will to change the world. And if a man with such a vision invites you out to his estate, you go to him and hear him out.
Which didn't make me any more comfortable. The fog, the darkness, the isolation, the imposing grandeur of the estate were all intimidating - I needed relief. So before ringing the bell, I hastily packed my pipe full of vanilla cavendish and lit it. Ah, bliss...that should calm the old nerves.
Managing to keep the pipe in my mouth proved quite the remarkable feat, as Sylvester's man-in-service opened the door just as I reached forth to ring the bell. Not yet in the house and my heart leapt from the fright! I noted, with some satisfaction, that Sylvester's man had had the very same reaction as I.
"Oh, so sorry, good sir," said the man-in-service, with practiced calm. This was an excellent professional - he doesn't stay rattled. "You are...Mr. VF Palpatine, correct?"
"In the flesh," I replied, extending my hand.
"Forgive me, sir. I don't shake - bad for the circulation, you know. Buskers is the name."
Bad for the circulation? That's new. "A pleasure, Buskers."
"The pleasure is mine, good sir. Right this way," Buskers replied, holding the front door open.
He stopped me before I set foot inside. "You may not smoke, I'm afraid," said Buskers.
"Oh, I'm not smoking. The pipe is."
Buskers shot me a timid glare, but nevertheless allowed me in. I suppose he didn't want to tell Sylvester that he refused me entrance over a semantic argument. The way I looked at it, I'd be happy to extinguish the pipe if asked to do so by the other guests - or by Sylvester himself. I was too rattled to give up the pipe without a fight.
***
The smallish anteroom I walked into blew me away. I could have spent the entire evening in here soaking up the dazzling artwork, the ornate woodcarvings, the "Girls of the Big Ten" playing card sets - Sylvester even had the rare '73 "Twins on Deuces" set AND the highly sought after first edition '86 set, which mistakenly included a three of diamonds with Margaret Thatcher on the flip side! This Sylvester was a man of refined tastes - unfortunately, I was just moments away from meeting with the other invitees. I didn't have time to savor Sylvester's treasures as much as I would have liked.
"Before you are announced in the Libra Room to all the other guests, I am obliged to share this with you, sir."
Busker's handed me a huge, leather-bound book. It was weighty and musty and aged with dignity - Gravitas in book form.
That was the guy's name, right? The guy who ate planets and fought the Fantastic Four? Gravitas? I turned that over in my mind as I opened the book on the marked page. It was a guest register. And many of the names were known to me.
I read down the page slowly, my mouth agape. And that stupid look on my face was the main reason I didn't read very often - I can't stand people japing me whilst I read. Nevertheless, I perused the page to jog the memory:
Tonight should be interesting indeed...
The only Brosnan Bond I watched was Goldeneye, and I enjoyed it. About as much as I enjoyed Casino Royale. Actually, now that I think about it, these are the only Bond movies I've ever seen. So my perspective is not that of a Bond aficionado, though I know we all agree that Geo. Lazenby was the finest 007 ever.
We are all a bunch of jerks. I love it.
It is becoming clear that this is no place to ask for help. LOL.
Despite Obi Jeewhyen's bizarre departure, he was usually a great poster on the SW forum. His penchant for the word "frelling" never grew on me, I'll admit.
So how does it come up short? What is better about other browsers?
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me...
She showed me her room, isn't it good Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine,
We talked until two and then she said: "It's time for bed"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire, isn't it good Norwegian wood.
I always assumed I sucked for very different reasons. Now I know it's my browser! Cool!
Am I supposed to hate IE or something? It seems that whenever I encounter a discussion about browsers, IE seems to rate below Hitler, if Hitler was a child-molesting cannibal. Could someone explain what I'm missing out on by using IE instead of FireFox or Mozilla or whatever?
I don't know if this qualifies as a meltdown per se, as it never really gets off the ground: http://originaltrilogy.com/forum/topic.cfm/And-on-the-8th-day-God-created-socks-that-wont-stay-up-mosquitos-Taco-Bell-and-Letterboxed-DVDs-It-was-not-good/post/244141/#TopicPost244141
I love my new 12-string guitar.
Probation for Evan Rachel Wood?
Because Olivia Wilde was off topic.
I don't think what Davnes said was necessarily a spoiler. It could have been just a general show of support for Canada. Like when I blurt out
OLIVIA WILDE!!!!11!1!!1!!!1!
WOOOT!1!!!!!!!111!1!
Like the Canadians say, I think she's hot.
Watched Casino Royale (2006) today. Pretty good but forgettable.