A couple of hours. Fuck's sake. Is that how long it takes for a Belfastian to imbibe half a bottle of Babycham these days.
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A couple of hours. Fuck's sake. Is that how long it takes for a Belfastian to imbibe half a bottle of Babycham these days.
I've been dicking about on the internets all day, pretty much, when I've got this ten minute job to do that some builder guy keeps ringing up and asking for every half hour.
The hawt girls are like; 'why haven't you done it' and I don't reply directly. Preferring instead to let my left eyebrow register my distaste regarding the inquiry.
They all seem content enough to wait for me but what I don't understand is why I don't just do these things.
I'm taking that as a thinly veiled, if somewhat convoluted metaphor as to my current procrastination with the OCD thread. Mostly because it's all about me.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
I would appreciate clarification on the following variables and would be grateful if you could just sign off on some of the below archetypes. I've got an essay due.
Who is the mysterious builder guy? He sounds like he means business, but keeps getting intercepted by your shielding entourage of hawt girls. Speaking of which...
Who are the hawt girls? Try as I may, I just can't shoehorn that bevy of benevolence into a lounge scenario without raising an eyebrow. Speaking of which...
Who is your left eyebrow? And who, for that matter, is your right?
Who is the 'I' in this scenario and where am I in all this?
Instead of explanation, I'll give you guys the missing link that was in my head at the time of that post. It's like a puzzle, only less satisfying.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
Thus, you aped him aptly. And with his undoing, I was setting you up for your own titular retention. I may reference back to this internally in the future and belittle you about shortcomings that you had no idea existed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Artemis
That was fun :happy:Quote:
Originally Posted by chavisI'm taking that as a thinly veiled, if somewhat convoluted metaphor as to my current procrastination with the OCD thread. Mostly because it's all about me.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
I would appreciate clarification on the following variables and would be grateful if you could just sign off on some of the below archetypes. I've got an essay due.
Who is the mysterious builder guy? He sounds like he means business, but keeps getting intercepted by your shielding entourage of hawt girls. Speaking of which...
Who are the hawt girls? Try as I may, I just can't shoehorn that bevy of benevolence into a lounge scenario without raising an eyebrow. Speaking of which...
Who is your left eyebrow? And who, for that matter, is your right?
Who is the 'I' in this scenario and where am I in all this?
The builder guy is me. I'm constructing a lounge worthy of habitation and need your co-operation with a ten minute thread job, if you please. The hawt burds are, in this case, a rather apt metaphor for the internet which is currently our only link. This is indirectly conveying yet protecting you from my physical ire which, but for the grace of glod, cannot presently take the form of a spike which exudes from the monitor to meet with your face upon my command. The left eyebrow is, or was, the stony, and yet deafening, silence you deigned to leave us with.
You are I.
That is all.
It took me way too long to understand what the fucking fuck you were going on about. I think it's because I've been dealing with humans all day.Quote:
Originally Posted by mjmackyInstead of explanation, I'll give you guys the missing link that was in my head at the time of that post. It's like a puzzle, only less satisfying.
Thus, you aped him aptly. And with his undoing, I was setting you up for your own titular retention. I may reference back to this internally in the future and belittle you about shortcomings that you had no idea existed.Quote:
Originally Posted by Artemis
But, anyhow, cheers :D
You disgust me. :dry:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrR6tTXzY3w
http://www.whoisthemonkey.com/videos...ed-compilation
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlIm-riMN6Q&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8Pj5cERMIw&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1v__9S7rewA&feature=related
:emo:
I don't really like Family Guy.
You still disgust me, then. :dry:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
You need to keep up with current events, he's been disgusting more than just you lately.....Quote:
Originally Posted by megabytemeYou still disgust me, then. :dry:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
In all fairness, I've only watched a few episodes but mulder told me that it was funny for the first series and a half but then it went to complete shite.Quote:
Originally Posted by megabytemeYou still disgust me, then. :dry:Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
I just didn't see the point in trying it after that.
That chap knows his tellybox like no other :smilie4:
Can you really be sure though, even Mulder admits to great gaps missing from hisQuote:
Originally Posted by mankerIn all fairness, I've only watched a few episodes but mulder told me that it was funny for the first series and a half but then it went to complete shite.Quote:
Originally Posted by megabyteme
I just didn't see the point in trying it after that.
That chap knows his tellybox like no other :smilie4:
dayweek, all those alcohol induced blackouts can't be good for the longterm memory?
This was from back in the day, when he was dating Loobi from the internets and didn't go out because he didn't know anyone in the place his parents made him move to.
I think he was boss of the cult BBC boards or something else. And I think that's where he met Loobi.
They were going to get married but something happened and he got a life and got laid and finally drifted away from the internets :cry:
That is how you become legend dairy. :(Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
we keep this thread going in his honor:cry:
I hear they are looking for a new swamp man in louisiana, with your talents you should apply. :blink:Quote:
Originally Posted by ziggyjuarez
I don't have survival skills.
Even better..... :blink:Quote:
Originally Posted by ziggyjuarez
Mmmm butter.
No, Louisiana, go now.....Quote:
Originally Posted by ziggyjuarez
I think Family Guy, like Robot Chicken, is an easy sell for anyone between 25-40 and very familiar with American pop culture. The best parts of it reference older American TV shows, movies, music, literature (that we read), social milestones, and even commercials. Basically everything you'd be exposed to growing up during the 80s or 90s. There are recent references, but it feels like the best are from the before times. Anyone outside of that demographic won't get the reference and often times will find the show lacking.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SsYVu1HkBA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxZASSqP0h4
:hardcore:
Fuck that. I'm off to watch eight year olds play cricket.
Laterz.
racist
I think I only enjoy the third one of the tunes posted above because it's in japanese. I mean, Joanna Newsom is about as nonsensical and dadaistic, but no amount of electric guitars could make me think she's not a total musical spastic.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcHjAUhtSrk
I justQuote:
Originally Posted by ckrit
rewatchedre-listened to that. I'd forgotten the terrible majesty of that thing.
What thing :blink:
And also, that was beyond shite in every way.
It's too fucked up to be classified as a song :idunno:
orite.
I had to stop listening after a very short space of time but kept it running so I'd see the terribly majestic thing which never appeared.
I think that means I win.
No more Newsom, tho. The line must be drawn heah.
I came back to the thread to see what you said and my computer over-heated and crashed for no discernible reason.
It's entirely possible that it recoiled in terror.
youtube comment:
So those are still dumb, then.Quote:
At first you're like, can she even sing? And then you realize that even though the sounds she makes are totally weird they're also like totally on key.
Have some 8 year olds playing cricket instead.
They were slightly more proficient at their chosen discipline than Ms. Newsome.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v3.../WP_000140.jpg
Only slightly, mind.
ffs, you hardly left any clues for dave this time.
How will he know what parents to phone?
:lol:
My niece asked me to help her revise for her A-Levels. I was all; 'Ok'. So she is staying at my house. Chemistry and Biology - she is breezing thro' the work I'm giving her. Now comes Welsh. I don't speak a word of it. However, I did a different language at A-Level so how different can the revision methods be, rite.
Basically the Welsh paper is centred on one of seven poems that you have to learn by heart. You then have to critically evaluate the poem and remark upon how ... idfk ... but it's all about poetry. The entire paper. I'm so pissed off with it that I've come to my office and my missus is helping her instead.
I simply can't understand how poetry has survived as a literary device for so long. That's not hyperbole. I honestly don't understand. Fuck poetry.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
Just to help you with your ceaseless struggle with the poetic form. :naughty: