So... Teenie bought bowser a rope tug toy.. but it is unique in that it has 4 chucks of rawhide with holes drilled in them that wrap around the rope between the knots, kind of like a charm on a bracelet.
... Worst toy for bowser ever!
Four times this weekend alone he took it by an end and shook the hell out of it, as if to shake the life out of it while my head was nearby. Needless to say, rawhide to the temple does not feel good.
why would they drop the blog? We have increased their traffic with mostly intelligible debate without demeaning it to name calling. Is not that the point of a blog?
We thought the same thing. I assumed he would eat the rawhide before he wanted to tug with it, which is why I had no problem with her buying it. Boy was I wrong.
So I was hanging out with some people I hang out with, and this guy was like "hey, have you seen Casshern?" and I'm like "seen it? fuck, I have it." Which was a mistake because now we're probably going to watch it.
For those of you who don't know, Casshern is a 2004 film by a guy who directed music videos and was married to a singer. Based on those facts, you might think that he's the Japanese Guy Ritchie, but whereas the real Guy Ritchie was at least cool enough to marry Madonna, this poor sap got Hikaru Utada, whose last name can be translated as "It's a song!" and who sings about how she is a bear, and not an automobile, which places him considerably farther down on the coolness scale.
Some tard on IMDB said that Casshern will appeal to people who "can handle the deeper films", and I have to wonder what he means by "deeper" and "films". I didn't clean the stove for a couple of months and there was a pretty deep film on there. Is that what he means, and if so, what does untidiness have to do with liking a movie? Maybe if cleanliness is next to godliness, then untidiness is next to ungodliness, which might be the same as satanism. So if you worship satan, then you will surely enjoy Casshern. Probably because it will give you a taste of what your afterlife will be like. In hell.
And if that's your thing, then you'll be much better served watching the trailer, which features jump + robot = destruction, and does not feature a slavering hunchback retard (well, ok, it does, but you might not notice that he's an SHR, so it hardly counts), nor does it show that the rejects turned evil overlords simply fucking find a robot army buried away in the mountains.
"All these moralities that address themselves to the individual, for the sake of his “happiness,” as one says – what are they but counsels for behavior in relation to the degree of dangerousness in which the individual lives with himself; recipes against his passions, his good and bad inclinations insofar as they have the will to power and want to play the master; little and great prudences and artifices that exude the nook odor of old nostrums and of the wisdom of old women; all of them baroque and unreasonable in form-because they address themselves to “all,” because they generalize where one must not generalize. All of them speak unconditionally, take themselves for unconditional, all of them flavored with more than one grain of salt and tolerable only—at at times even seductive – when they begin to smell over-spiced and dangerous, especially “of the other world.” All of it is, measured intellectually, worth very little and not by a long shot “science,” much less “wisdom,” but rather, to say it once more, three times more, prudence, prudence, prudence, mixed with stupidity, stupidity, stupidity—whether it be that indifference and statue coldness against the hot-headed folly of the affects which the Stoics advised and administered; or that laughing-no-more and weeping-no-more of Spinoza, his so naively advocated destruction of the affects through their analysis and vivisection; or that tuning down of the affects to a harmless mean according to which they may be satisfied, the Aristotelianism of morals; even morality as enjoyment of the affects in a deliberate thinness and spiritualization by means of the symbolism of art, say, as music, or as love of God and of man for God’s sake – for in religion that passions enjoy the rights of citizens again, assuming that ––; finally even that accommodating and playful surrender to the affects, as Hafiz and Goethe taught it, that bold dropping of the reins, that spiritual-physical licentia morum in the exceptional case of wise old owls and sots for whom it “no longer holds much danger.” This, too, for the chapter “Morality as Timidity.”
So I was working on a new website as a holdover until I get the new new website complete. Everyone has a different opinion of what it ought to be and changes kept getting made without other people knowing.
So an executive decision was made today that nobody gets what they want. Just set up the pages, put the content on, and be done with it.
First of all.. Kathy Griffin.. not funny in the least..
On Sarah Silverman however, I'm torn. On one hand she is very capable of being funny, and is quite often. Greg the Bunny is up there as one of my favorite shows of all time.
From what I've seen of her show, though, it has been up and down. While I love the naive, arrogance of her character, I just don't find the poop jokes to be funny.
It entices, me but has never made it to the top of my list of things to do. I want to see it, but there is always something better for me to be doing at the time, it seems...
It's possible that Kyle was talking like a pirate. So the full thought was, "Yar, it entices, me but." as if he was addressing "me but" and spelled "butt" incorrectly.
I just got back from Atomic Age Cinema, which is a weekly event put on by the possibly nice people at the Cinemat in Bloomington. I had heard of Atomic Age Cinema for a few years, and thought maybe I'd check it out sometime in complete ignorance of what AAC actually was.
It's a midnight showing of an elderly B-movie where the audience is encouraged, no, expected to supply humorous comments. It's an unscripted Rocky Horror Picture Show, or your very own local MST3K night, and it's awesome. They even sell beer on the premises to keep the kiddies out and the drunken comedy in.
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Come on, Jay. This can come as no surprise to you. Did something in particular spark this "revelation" of yours?
Mikey and I were talking about the blog and there was dread over google getting rid of the blog because of that milk thread.
So I decided to keep on the offensive and derogatory theme by stating truisms that may offend stupid people.
So... Teenie bought bowser a rope tug toy.. but it is unique in that it has 4 chucks of rawhide with holes drilled in them that wrap around the rope between the knots, kind of like a charm on a bracelet.
... Worst toy for bowser ever!
Four times this weekend alone he took it by an end and shook the hell out of it, as if to shake the life out of it while my head was nearby. Needless to say, rawhide to the temple does not feel good.
why would they drop the blog? We have increased their traffic with mostly intelligible debate without demeaning it to name calling. Is not that the point of a blog?
I would think bowser would just eat the toy and be done with it.
In the Terms and conditions there's something about offensive and derogatory material. And since anything can be offensive and derogatory, etc.
We thought the same thing. I assumed he would eat the rawhide before he wanted to tug with it, which is why I had no problem with her buying it. Boy was I wrong.
So I was hanging out with some people I hang out with, and this guy was like "hey, have you seen Casshern?" and I'm like "seen it? fuck, I have it." Which was a mistake because now we're probably going to watch it.
For those of you who don't know, Casshern is a 2004 film by a guy who directed music videos and was married to a singer. Based on those facts, you might think that he's the Japanese Guy Ritchie, but whereas the real Guy Ritchie was at least cool enough to marry Madonna, this poor sap got Hikaru Utada, whose last name can be translated as "It's a song!" and who sings about how she is a bear, and not an automobile, which places him considerably farther down on the coolness scale.
Some tard on IMDB said that Casshern will appeal to people who "can handle the deeper films", and I have to wonder what he means by "deeper" and "films". I didn't clean the stove for a couple of months and there was a pretty deep film on there. Is that what he means, and if so, what does untidiness have to do with liking a movie? Maybe if cleanliness is next to godliness, then untidiness is next to ungodliness, which might be the same as satanism. So if you worship satan, then you will surely enjoy Casshern. Probably because it will give you a taste of what your afterlife will be like. In hell.
But Casshern is the movie in which the protagonist jumps through robots to destroy them.
And if that's your thing, then you'll be much better served watching the trailer, which features jump + robot = destruction, and does not feature a slavering hunchback retard (well, ok, it does, but you might not notice that he's an SHR, so it hardly counts), nor does it show that the rejects turned evil overlords simply fucking find a robot army buried away in the mountains.
Bowser's Tug-Fu is strong, indeed.
Perhaps strong enough to Jump Through Robots.
Certainly, strong enough to jump through men.
Some people are more intelligent than others.
"All these moralities that address themselves to the individual, for the sake of his “happiness,” as one says – what are they but counsels for behavior in relation to the degree of dangerousness in which the individual lives with himself; recipes against his passions, his good and bad inclinations insofar as they have the will to power and want to play the master; little and great prudences and artifices that exude the nook odor of old nostrums and of the wisdom of old women; all of them baroque and unreasonable in form-because they address themselves to “all,” because they generalize where one must not generalize. All of them speak unconditionally, take themselves for unconditional, all of them flavored with more than one grain of salt and tolerable only—at at times even seductive – when they begin to smell over-spiced and dangerous, especially “of the other world.” All of it is, measured intellectually, worth very little and not by a long shot “science,” much less “wisdom,” but rather, to say it once more, three times more, prudence, prudence, prudence, mixed with stupidity, stupidity, stupidity—whether it be that indifference and statue coldness against the hot-headed folly of the affects which the Stoics advised and administered; or that laughing-no-more and weeping-no-more of Spinoza, his so naively advocated destruction of the affects through their analysis and vivisection; or that tuning down of the affects to a harmless mean according to which they may be satisfied, the Aristotelianism of morals; even morality as enjoyment of the affects in a deliberate thinness and spiritualization by means of the symbolism of art, say, as music, or as love of God and of man for God’s sake – for in religion that passions enjoy the rights of citizens again, assuming that ––; finally even that accommodating and playful surrender to the affects, as Hafiz and Goethe taught it, that bold dropping of the reins, that spiritual-physical licentia morum in the exceptional case of wise old owls and sots for whom it “no longer holds much danger.” This, too, for the chapter “Morality as Timidity.”
How do people not like Nietzsche?
Old Fred never put a Rawhide bone toy to anyone's temple?
So I was working on a new website as a holdover until I get the new new website complete. Everyone has a different opinion of what it ought to be and changes kept getting made without other people knowing.
So an executive decision was made today that nobody gets what they want. Just set up the pages, put the content on, and be done with it.
BLARG.
Also, I can't stop sneezing and my water bottle no longer stands up, because I left it in the freezer overnight and the bottom elogated.
And I'm tired.
And I'm hungry.
And no one ever bought me a pony.
And you have to walk uphill both to and from work.
in the snow.
I don't have any Tylenol PM.
But I DO have Claritin and Vodka.
Man, trek your self over to my place, hammer on the door until Maggie goes apeshit, and someone lets you in.
Demand the bottle of Tylenol Cold and Sinus stuff that Mom gets from the E-store. The blue liquid stuff.
I swear, it works better than Old Irish Remedy
Tina gave me some of hers once. That stuff is brilliant.
I don't know what happened, but Tylenol PM doesn't work anymore. I'm sitting here waiting to zonk and no zonk is coming.
So today I had a conversation with someone and they seriously made a comment about breakdance II electric boogaloo.
He saw it when he was in highschool.
It's Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo
Not "Break Dance 2".
Of course it is. It's the sequel to Breakin'.
This kid clearly never actually SAW it in High School.
One does not forget quickly the lessons of Breakin' 2.
well. he only refered to it as "electric boogaloo"
im surrounded by breakdancers
No talent, witless hack writer Miki Turner does not think Sarah Silverman is funny; thinks Kathy Griffin is funny.
First of all.. Kathy Griffin.. not funny in the least..
On Sarah Silverman however, I'm torn. On one hand she is very capable of being funny, and is quite often. Greg the Bunny is up there as one of my favorite shows of all time.
From what I've seen of her show, though, it has been up and down. While I love the naive, arrogance of her character, I just don't find the poop jokes to be funny.
no sevenfold headspin gag?
Have you seen her comedy special "Jesus is Magic"?
Is there a way for us to make comment totals appear beside post titles on the right margin summary?
Or blog archive as it were.
Not that I know of.
no, I have not seen Jesus is Magic..
It entices, me but has never made it to the top of my list of things to do. I want to see it, but there is always something better for me to be doing at the time, it seems...
I saw it. It made me lol.
wow, did I really type "It entices, me but ..."? I really missed with that comma didn't I?
You really did.
We're all judging you harshly for comma misuse. Shun!
It's possible that Kyle was talking like a pirate. So the full thought was, "Yar, it entices, me but." as if he was addressing "me but" and spelled "butt" incorrectly.
If so, he totally missed Talk Like a Pirate day. Could well be a larger social faux pas than a misplaced comma, least in the larger world.
Perhaps not so much here, where Classics minors and more roam wild.
In other news, today's You Are Dumb? Thing of Terrible Beauty.
Go forth and read, folks.
It was, indeed, great, me but.
Animal Crackers are best ever.
Ha! Austin Animal Crackers have both turtle and bunny shaped Crackers.
I can totally re-create a story which communicates a lesson about perseverence...and deliciousness.
Jay, you totally missed a chance at using Deliciousity there.
Also, the important question is are they frosted?
They are from a vending machine. They are not frosted.
Now that I think of it I've never seen frosted animal crackers in a machine.
I don't think I've had frosted animal crackers since I was five or six. I wonder if they're as delicious as I recall...
Memory is a traitorous, manipulative bastard, whose only goal is lying to us, in order to keep us placated.
Best you just assume they still taste good, and leave it at that.
Memory is a traitorous, manipulative bastard, whose only goal is lying to us, in order to keep us placated.
Said the man who clings to his memories of the Sicilian Pizza and Clear Pepsi.
I just got back from Atomic Age Cinema, which is a weekly event put on by the possibly nice people at the Cinemat in Bloomington. I had heard of Atomic Age Cinema for a few years, and thought maybe I'd check it out sometime in complete ignorance of what AAC actually was.
It's a midnight showing of an elderly B-movie where the audience is encouraged, no, expected to supply humorous comments. It's an unscripted Rocky Horror Picture Show, or your very own local MST3K night, and it's awesome. They even sell beer on the premises to keep the kiddies out and the drunken comedy in.
At some point everyone should go to AAC.
That's not memory! It's Fervent Belief!
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