Jingus

The hardcore anti-religious types either 1.are anti-semetic anyway, or 2.curiously forget about The Original Chosen People when they go on their anti-Christian rants.

. . . I'm this close to trying to figure out if I could really make it to Charleston from here or not.

no, it's a boiler room on top of a hospital. Sometimes.... just sometimes... I run into posts like these, and I want to live again. Thank you, netslob, and thank you MST3K. Another problem with heaven: okay, let's say that you die and go to heaven. But your parents, spouse, children, and friends all go to hell. Are you happy?

Exactly. Colin Farrell isn't raping some random girl who's been kidnapped into white slavery; he's being serviced by, quite literally, the best fuck that money can buy.

So, who's up for a Dudleyz vs. AMW match?

Yeah I have: chugging too soon. I'm "vacationing" with the folks, which has its good points (this is the only place I can get 24/7 internet access) and bad points (the folks themselves). I wish I'd saved it for later 2nite.

Let's just say that I've talked to people who worked on Gummo, and Harmony Korine is lucky he got out of Nashville without getting his ass whipped.

In terms of sheer quantity, I'd have to give it to Ric Flair vs. Antonio Inoki, since they main-evented the card that set the world record attendence record for professional wrestling. I forget the exact number, but over 150,000 people were there live for that match.

I live to make my own life more difficult. It's my reason for being.

Hey, I recently came back. I also lied to you on the previous page of this thread. ::chugs two more bottles of Tussin:: I'm sorry, but I'm really fucking bored and I'm outta things to watch, so: watching old movies while stoned = watching new movies.

I'm enjoying the balmy 30-40 degrees we got down here in Georgia.

Aw, damn, when I saw this I thought it was a dead pool for TSM members. Between myself, IDRM, and Sandman9000, I mighta cleaned up if I lived.

You're both half right and half wrong. All modern body armor is made from weaves of kevlar threads. There are several different "levels" of protection, and those are decided on by differences in the thickness of the kevlar weave and the number of metal or ceramic plates within the armor. Standard "bulletproof vests" like cops wear under their shirts are relatively thin, have no plates, and will only stop most pistol rounds. Full-on military tactical armor is very thick, very heavy, completely inflexible due to massive plating, and will stop damn near anything up to a 50 cal rifle bullet. Different types of body armor are distributed to different types of soldiers, depending on such things as which branch they're in, the inherent danger of their missions, budgetary decisions, and plain ol' luck, like any other military supplies. The problem is that the weaker kinds of armor are easily shredded by the rounds fired from an AK-47, which is the most common gun in the world and is the one most likely to be in a terrorist's hands. Roadside bomb shrapnel and grenades also tend to go through the lower-level stuff like it isn't even there. (A sharp-edged piece of flying shrapnel cuts thru the kevlar threads much easier than a blunt-nosed bullet.) So, ALL the soldiers stationed in Iraq naturally want the heaviest, most protective armor they can get (aside from the few weirdos who prefer being cool & not sweating to being protected from enemy fire). There are two problems that keep this from happening: 1. Supply quantity. There just aren't that many of these top-quality vests around, and it takes a little time and a lot of money to make them. 2. Once armor has taken a hit, it must be replaced. The plates can crack, the kevlar can snap, all kinds of things happen. A "used" piece of armor is suspect at best in terms of being able to stop anything in the future. Hot desert conditions can sometimes prematurely warp and crack the plates as well. That's why troops do not have the armor they'd prefer.

I don't care about Zombie's lyrics, cuz I can hardly ever understand a word he says. Nobody could ever be a worse lyricist than Nelly. Reznor's line that ends with "something that matters" kinda appealed to me when I heard it, cuz I'd had thoughts like that before. godthedog pegged Kids exactly, it's nothing more than a standard after-school special with "gritty street realism" and an NC-17 rating thrown in for marketability. It's hardly the worst movie ever made, though; for that, see the same screenwriter's next "movie", Gummo.

It's the thousandth case of "We're looking for this guy. We're not sure exactly where he is, what he's done, or what he might do next, and 90% of Americans couldn't pick him out of a lineup of other Middle Easterners even if they had his photograph in their hands, but try to keep an eye out for him anyway."

Does anyone have any hard numbers on what the actual ratio there is? I remember hearing a story on NPR a while back about a woman who actually did that, she used Google or something similar to conduct her own search. Her surprising results: the converse was actually true, liberals were more likely to be identified as such. (I posted that here, and got shouted down, "that's not the case, MEDIA IS LIBERALS LOL" despite the fact that nobody had any evidence to the contrary.)

None of those had any more heat than your average Hogan or Bruno Sammartino match from Madison Square Gardens back in the day. Personally, I'd say the greatest crowd heat belongs to a rare few matches in Japan. The All-Japan 6-5-95 Misawa/Kobashi vs. Kawada/Taue match comes to mind. In that one, the crowd was SO explosive that they literally made the entire building shake. It's true: look at the hard cam (the main camera, the one with the wide shot of the entire ring). The picture literally vibrates because the crowd is making the floor shake, they're screaming and stomping so hard.

His KOTR street fight with Shane McMahon. Seriously. If he hadn't had that one massively overhyped match, nobody would've voted for him. (Thus proving that Shane McMahon is possibly the greatest carrier on earth: I mean, just look at what he did for Test's career in 1999.) Plus, his role as Rey Misterio's 1st opponent to feud with in the WWE didn't hurt either.

Eh, it's at least kinda catchy, though that depends greatly on the individual song in question. I liked House a lot. And yeah, I know that the plot was generic, that all of the "heroes" were underwritten, that the killers were glamorized, that the plot twists made no sense, that the whole thing was edited like a music video, that all of it was stolen from other movies, that none of it was scary, and that Sheri Moon should never speak aloud again. But you know what? It still entertained me, for some weird reason.

I like the feud. And I'm not kidding when I say that. My reasoning: Heidenreich sucks. Big-time. He's a really, really bad wrestler. Undertaker, due to a combination of age, injuries, gimmick, and booking, also sucks. Therefore, I'd much rather have these two suckers be programmed into a permanent feud with each other, rather than squashing and ruining the careers of the actual GOOD wrestlers on the payroll. Fast-forwarding thru a Taker/Reich match is a lot more painless than wondering if that Paul London fella might've been any good if he hadn't Had That Feud With Taker And Then Left The Company.

I pretty much agree with him on all counts. I don't see how anything he said could be controversial, except to neocon fundy types.

Wow, this was a surprise. Quadruple Crown, eh?

Oh, I'm done for now, don't worry. It'll be a while before I robotrip again.

Oof... if you're gonna experiment with this shit, make sure you don't have anything important to do the next day. It's a full 18 hours since I downed three bottles of DXM Tussin last night, and while the experience certainly was fun, it's taking for-goddamned-ever to completely wear off. Even right now my balance and coordination are all shot to hell.

Love Potion #9: 1/10 This is one of those movies you watch with your jaw hanging open in shock, blankly staring at the screen, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with everyone who made it. This is billed as a Sandra Bullock movie, but she's really only in about 20 minutes of it. The rest of the time, lead actor Tate Donovan makes a Herculean effort to somehow save the film all by himself, raising it above a zero, but he's fucked from the start. The writing, acting, directing, and editing are all so thoroughly incompetent that it seems like you're just watching random scenes from completely different movies. It makes me weep that movie studios will actually release crap like this.