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The current one is illuminating a lot of things I wish weren't there to see...“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged.
One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world.
The other, of course, involves orcs." -- John Rogers
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Was listening to some Weird Al today. Playlist hit "Phony Calls".
Setting aside the song dating itself severely with references to 7-digit phone numbers and the Yellow Pages, it strikes me: in the age of the cellphone, prank calls are nigh extinct (not necessarily a bad thing). Everything has caller ID and visible numbers, nobody (that I know anyway) actually picks up a number they don't recognize...heck, the song has a clip of one of Bart's prank calls from The Simpsons, and the show dropped that bit how many years ago?Cheap, fast, good. Pick two.
They want us to read minds, I want read/write.
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No more prank calls and plenty of scam calls. I think I'd prefer the prank calls.Quoth Ceir View PostWas listening to some Weird Al today. Playlist hit "Phony Calls".
Setting aside the song dating itself severely with references to 7-digit phone numbers and the Yellow Pages, it strikes me: in the age of the cellphone, prank calls are nigh extinct (not necessarily a bad thing). Everything has caller ID and visible numbers, nobody (that I know anyway) actually picks up a number they don't recognize...heck, the song has a clip of one of Bart's prank calls from The Simpsons, and the show dropped that bit how many years ago?"I don't have to be petty. The Universe does that for me."
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Pretty much.Quoth Ironclad Alibi View Post
No more prank calls and plenty of scam calls. I think I'd prefer the prank calls.
Learned a useless fact when I dropped this thought elsewhere as well - Bart's last prank call on the Simpsons was apparently in 2018, which is far more recent than I would have expected. Then again, I haven't watched anything Simpsons in a decade or so; it stopped being funny a long time ago.Cheap, fast, good. Pick two.
They want us to read minds, I want read/write.
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My second cousin's father, Don Lind, was one of the capsule communicators for Apollo 11 & 12... Would likely have been the second scientist to land on the moon.Quoth Ironclad Alibi View Post
Actually 56 years ago. I was there, working at the Kennedy Space Center.
I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.
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If Coca-Cola is going to start putting names on bottles again, they should do an ad about people drinking bottles of Coke bearing somebody else's name.
I even have the perfect song for this.
Call me Coke, we'll talk.Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
"I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily
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If you're like me, you back up your web bookmarks and move 'em over when changing browsers or computers. Does anyone else have one or two that are definitively dead but you just can't bring yourself to delete? For me, it's the bookmarks for a couple forums that I joined when I first Got On The Internet, some of my first fandom and tabletop stuff - like, the web sites are 100% toast, and because they were forums the ol' Wayback Machine is patchy at best. But it's memories, tucked away as a text string in the bottom of a miscellaneous folder.Cheap, fast, good. Pick two.
They want us to read minds, I want read/write.
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I've been thinking about my imaginary Sarcastic Streamer Troll Game again (also, woot, it was thread post #5000, didn't even notice), and I realized I had completely neglected multiplayer! I've been watching some playthrough of something called Peak lately - a sort-of-survival co-op game about climbing mountains with your little rubbery dudes, and it does a thing that made me revisit this thought experiment.
Really, apart from the stuff that would already be in place for single player, multiplayer wouldn't take much to make it absolutely infuriating (based on the streamers I watch, anyway). Just three things:
- Friendly fire is on. Always. Permanently.
- Everyone always gets to see everyone's inventory, so people will know if you're hoarding stuff.
- if there is a co-op section or mission, where a party is meant to cooperate and work together, haring off on your own for Teh Lols will be punished. This is the one I got from Peak, if you get too far away from at least one other person in the group, a monster straight up kills you. If that's too harsh, checkpoints that 100% will not let anyone pass until everyone is there.Cheap, fast, good. Pick two.
They want us to read minds, I want read/write.
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Irv takes a shot-sized sample of some iced-tea flavored alcoholic seltzer
The woman who served me the sample: On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate it?
Irv: (ponders)...Uhhh, I'll be honest, about a 5.
Irv's brain: For the social drinker who wants to drink Thunderbird without getting train-wrecked. Seriously, that shit was NAAAASSSSTY.
Also today, I sat in a Cybertruck. I did not complete these two activities at the same time.Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
"I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily
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Alas, you probably can't blame the latter decision on the alcohol.
Good on your for not getting trapped inside it when the locks malfunctioned, or the door falling off in your hand though!
Cheap, fast, good. Pick two.
They want us to read minds, I want read/write.
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New thought. Surprising things from the retro cartoon channel, subsection "you really couldn't make that today": think it was a Harvey Studios, one of their 'tortoise and the hare' shorts from the '50s. Wherein after losing to the turtle again, the hare cartoonishly but unambiguously commits suicide. Pulls a gun out of hammerspace, shoots himself, angel floats off, iris out.
Boy howdy. Yeah, you couldn't get away with that today.Cheap, fast, good. Pick two.
They want us to read minds, I want read/write.
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