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I've never understood the appeal of Punk as a babyface. His entire gimmick is that he looks like a sleazy sewer rat but claims to be chemically pure and better than everyone else. How the hell do you cheer for a guy like that? (Then again, I never like most "egomaniac" gimmicks as babyfaces, i.e. Rock or HBK.)

I tend to hate the vast majority of beers myself. Whether it's anything from Bud Lite to Guinness, the taste of something that's fermented from dead plant compost just always tastes to me like unsweetened instant oatmeal mixed with piss instead of water. About the only kind I can stomach are the fruity little girlie beers like Zima, Smirnoff Ice, Skyy Blue, etc.

"You STEAL men's SOULS, and make them your SLAVES!" Yeah, the one glaring flaw in an otherwise near-perfect game. I like a lot of these suggestions: Job, Douche Nukem, and especially Helen Keller were pretty damn hi-larious. My suggestion: Pit Fighter 2. (I would add all kinds of funny stuff here like "play as hyper-unrealistic digitized versions of hot young action stars like Don Wilson, Chuck Norris, and Cynthia Rothrock" or "with a new fighting engine designed by Vince Russo" or "all the voice acting is provided by the former hosts of USA Up All Night, Gilbert Gottfried and Rhonda Shear" or even "first 10,000 buyers receive a free pair of Tank Abbott's used fighting shorts", but really, what more do I need to say than just "Pit Fighter 2"?)

26/40, which is surprising, considering I never played half of these games to begin with. Guess I wasted even more time reading Nintendo Power than I remembered. Anyone got a line on 33 yet? EDIT: looking at it again, this "game" is really pretty unfair. First of all, it requires you to know a bunch of obscure European-only titles. Secondly, some of the screenshots seem like they were specifically designed to piss me off with their vagueness or trickery, especially 38 and 39. Thirdly, some of these screenshots are from parts of the game that are either fairly obscure or near the end, like with 25 or 30, so if you haven't played the entire thing you're stuck. And then, there's 33. God I hate 33. That pic could've been taken from any of dozens of old NES games.

Anyone else notice that this shooting proved that all the new security measures taken by schools post-Columbine are completely useless for preventing similar massacres? This school had security guards, metal detectors, surveillance cameras, the whole works. So the kid just shot the guards and walked right through the detectors and past the cameras. Dumb shit like see-thru backpacks might keep rival gang members from killing each other quite as often, but have absolutely no power to stop crazy-armed-kid-on-the-rampage type attacks.

I had five thousand & change... now I have a couple dozen. The number itself doesn't bother me, I'm just curious who fucked with my account and why. Am I being "punished" by someone for something?

It depends entirely on what route you take, the time of day, and whether God likes you or not. Ain't no traffic jam like an Atlanta traffic jam. That city's roadways can make one question the theory of relativity, since to the subjective observer it can appear that the entire universe has ground to a dead stop.

Hogan/Warrior was a very good match by the standards of the men involved at that time. Hogan was crappy and Warrior was worse, but both of them went above and beyond their usual work in that one match. It was booked and planned out just about perfectly; I don't think there was anything that Hogan or Warrior were physically able to do that would've made the match better than it was. In short, it was better than it had any right to be, and it could've been much worse. (Two words: The Rematch.)

I didn't. D'oh. I don't care about my post count in a "I've posted more than you have, n00b, ph3@r~!" manner, I just kinda liked having the reminder of how many times I've posted and thus just how much of my life I've wasted on here. But the new number is kinda cute and basically serves the same purpose, so I got no complaints.

Mine was "Yesterday" by the Beatles, more or less competently performed by our school choir. It was an appropriate choice, but a slightly depressing one.

Dude, why is it that every time the American government or military is accused of doing something wrong, you instantly chime in saying that you believe it? Why are you so eager to envision the USA as a global villain?

Is that what did it? Never heard of it before, had no idea it would do that. (I guess it must've been an in-joke during one of my sabbaticals.) Could any friendly mod who happens to read this fix it? I don't remember the exact number, it was around 5300.

Ignore her, Rant, I love the shows too. If you ever get the chance, do see the episode called "The Body" from season 5, it just might change your mind a little. My favorite moment: when the mom asks "How did you die?" in ep "So-Called Angels" of MS-CL.

I think Airplane! was the first movie to use this gag, or at least was the first one to popularize it (like it invented/popularized about half of the comedy cliches in modern film).

I enjoyed Tom Gordon. The material was nothing new for King and it ended a bit abruptly, but I liked it enough to buy a copy off the clearance rack. I was assigned Their Eyes Were Watching God for required in high school. I think I got about three pages into it before just giving up. The contrast between the prose (which was so wordy as to almost require having a dictionary on hand) and the dialogue (which was the most exaggerated phonetically-spelled dialect since Huckleberry Finn) really bugged me. I like Bentley Little in general, but I kinda liked him more back when nobody had heard of him. His earlier stuff like The University and The Ignored puts his more recent offerings to shame. I re-read most of the original Dune series, and like always I got lost in Herbert's vast imaginary universe, even if he does suffer a little from George Lucas Syndrome where everyone has to have a funny name. I couldn't find my copies of God Emperor or Chapterhouse, so I was sorta reading piecemeal. I wish Herbert had lived long enough to write that rumored "one last book" that supposedly would've ended the series. His son's stuff is fun to read, but ultimately gets boring; you can only write so many prequels before I want some NEW stories, dammit. Dan Brown is a one-trick pony, but it's a pretty good trick. DaVinci Code and Angels and Demons are damn near the same book, just substituting different MacGuffins, but the guy knows his shit when it comes to obscure historical & religious trivia. However, one thing that did piss me off is when in DaVinci he completely forgets the woman that his hero Robert Langdon fell in love with in the previous book and just introduces a new one. That may work in James Bond movies, but 21st century literature should really be a bit more sensitive. Have A Nice Day still rules, even though I've read it so damn many times that the enjoyment is starting to wear off. Foley Is Good is still Electric Boogaloo. If Mick wanted to write a followup to his autobiography, that's fine, but he should've waited a few more years and put in a few more old stories that got left out of the last one. The book's content is decent, but damn it's short. When you get right down to it, there's less than 200 pages of actual autobiographical material; the rest is comprised firstly of Mick just fucking around and padding the length, and secondly his bizarre, strident, and way too long rant on the PTC. I still don't get what's so great about Peter Straub. I tried to read Ghost Story again, even though I didn't like it the first time, and I got so bored that I gave up about thirty pages in. The man simply cannot scare me or compell me to care enough about his characters to turn the page. Easy Riders, Raging Bulls should be required reading for every film student, period. Some of the stories sound a little shaky, but it still perfectly captures the time & place of Hollywood in the 70s. It's funny seeing George Lucas basically admit that he made Star Wars for the money. State of Fear is Michael Crichton's best book in a long, long time. My faith in the man is not exactly restored, but I have a lot more respect for him now than I did back in the days of The Lost World and Timeline. And his newest book is the most savage disassembling of the global warming theory that you'll ever read. Bobby Heenan needs a better ghostwriter. The stories in his two books are great, but man they're presented in some really boring language. It's almost like the written equivalent of listening to Ben Stein talk. Fuck useless moron Scott Keith's Death of WWE, the book every wrestling fan needs to read is The Death of WCW. Bryan Alvarez pretty much executed any tiny last gasp of hope that his wrestling career might go anywhere with all the shooting he does here on many of the industry's biggest names. I'm currently giving The Stand another try. I remember it being too long and having too many characters, but it's been a few years and I'm willing to offer any book a second chance. I'm about 300 pages in, so far so good with Captain Trips decimating the population of the entire world.

Damn... sometimes I forget just how much I used to know about literature and such. Fuckin' weed. Anyway, my earlier advice in this thread still holds true for anyone who's unfamiliar with Lovecraft's work. IDRM, I've seen and heard It pimped out to high heaven as King's greatest work from many people... but then again, a lot of people fell in love with The Stand which I thought was okay, but not great. Point being, is It worth reading?

I find retards creepy. I know it's not their fault that God shit on them while they were still in the womb, and the majority of people they've known have probably treated them like monkeys, but still I can't get away from a seriously handicapped person fast enough. I've got a match coming up this Sunday that I'm really nervous about. I haven't so much as stepped into a ring in the past four months or so, and I'm pretty sure that I'm really out of shape. I've got a decent match planned and I trust the guy I'm working (well, to specify, I know what to expect from him), but you know that old saying about the spirit being willing. IDRM, isn't sociopathy just an older name for antisocial personality disorder? And I could sorta see you as being a Hannibal type, yeah.

I feel dirty for enjoying this. I forced myself to stop after I killed one that looked way too much like my own cat.

I don't think INXS is really a liberal. I'm a somewhat liberal guy myself; I'm pro-choice, anti-religion, and believe that magick really exists, but still I find myself arguing for the conservatives' side against INXS in various Current Events debates/flamewars. In fact, I have no idea exactly what I'd call him, politically speaking. ::waits for someone to make the obvious joke::

I've got a friend who tried his hand at the real estate game. I think he's back working at the GNC store in the mall now. (Of course, it doesn't help that this guy tends to go through careers like I go through microwave macaroni, but still it seems he didn't like it at all.) But the key point here is: if you have a bachelor's degree but you still flip burgers for a living, you need to move the fuck away. Clearly your home ground has nothing to offer you, job-wise. Start sending your resume out to non-local companies. With you living in Maryland, there are probably a hundred TV stations within a day's drive of your house. You don't have to move across the globe, but don't be afraid to move across state borders. It's a tough gig, Rando, believe me when I say I sympathize. I'm twenty-fucking-five years old and still live with my family... but without the college degree.

Goddammitall, I knew I should've logged in at some point earlier this week, and now I know why. Happy bd, r.

I think the most I ever paid for a game was $50 for Final Fantasy 3 way back in the day. But I doubt that I'd pay $70 for the vast majority of the stuff that's coming out now. That's just way too much money to ask for one video game. For that amount I can buy a DVD, a CD, a book, and a pizza, and still have change left.

I recently found a Blockbuster that has all the Buffy season DVD sets available for renting, which I've been abusing since I never had the money to buy most of them. I love the insights and stories that the filmmakers' commentaries provide, but I wish they'd commentate more than just a handful of episodes per season, and that the people doing the commentary would speak up. They're talking so quietly that I can't hear them half the time, and have to turn my TV's volume all the way up; that's some spectacularly shoddy sound editing.

I seriously doubt that any "thumbs up" happened, or that Owen had any chance of surviving the fall. When his aorta detached from the heart, it essentially shut down his entire circulatory system just as if his heart had stopped. (In fact the detached aorta is even worse than a heart attack, since it causes massive internal bleeding.) Even if by some miracle he had still been alive when they got him to the hospital and they surgically reattached the aorta, Owen's brain had received no blood or oxygen ever since the moment of impact. Even if his body had survived (which is unlikely considering the other injuries that the fall must've caused), he would've been comatose and completely braindead.

Smells like bullshit to me. This guy's story would've made a much better TV movie than "oh shit you guys have guns, I'm Saddam Hussein and I surrender". If this guy's claim had really happened, why in the world would the government cover it up and invent a much more boring version?