Celestial Healer wrote:
Sounds a lot like Mieville's Bas-Lag trilogy.
Robocop, squirrel, Gandalf, Jaws, you, pencil sharpener, pencil sharpener again, Wolverine, Wolverine again, Liberace, Sebastian, Jeff Gordon, even tie, Leonardo Da Vinci, Leonardo Da Vinci again, Shredder, paper shredder, paper, Rowdy Roddy Piper, Roddy Piper again, FAWTL, even tie, Dallas, King Kong, Voltron, even tie, explosive runes.
You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone.
Save your breath, I never was one.
You don't know what I'm all about.
Like killing cops and reading Kerouac.
My enemies are all too familiar.
Got a friend. Her name is Boxcar.
My enemies are all too familiar.
Azaelas Fayth wrote:
Wait, what? Posting phone numbers from Springfield, Missouri on the internet is enough to get investigated for terrorism? Man, stock in tinfoil is going to go through the roof if this keeps up.
I understand, for I have been to the magical snowless land of giant insects.
The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:
Yesterday, my friend Joel and I stopped by a local music store so he could buy some aluminum picks. They didn't have any, but pointed us toward Guitar Center. Upon arrival, Joel noticed a lightly worn 1960s-era Conqueror baritone guitar sitting on the rack, listed for about $500 less than what it was actually worth, and not an hour after I'd told him that I'd been looking for something similar. That s$%% just doesn't happen to people. I ended up going in today, selling two of my guitars, and dropping about a week's pay on the thing. In the end, I spent about $250 for an $1100 instrument. Probably shouldn't have spent that much, especially given my situation, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Kirth Gersen wrote:
It's an astonishingly bad movie.
Don Juan de Cornelius wrote:
It also had a naked hooker scene set to I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight which was pretty cool.
Barbarian: I cast impale person. Material component: my ranseur! Somatic component: I stab them! Verbal component.. "For Gorum!!!"
Reminds me of a friend's character, a troll barbarian with a 5 Intelligence who thought he was a wizard, and whose "spells" consisted of hitting things with his club and yelling "MAGIC!"
Or, you know, this guy.
Well that was weird. A salesman from Family Energy came to our apartment, and over the course of about ten minutes, his spiel went from smaller energy bills to sequestration to RFID chips to the Book of Revelation, and finally to the Illuminati. Needless to say, my roommate and I shooed him out before he got crazy all over our carpet.
Freehold DM wrote:
And the boxart in the US was Boris Vallejo!!!
I can honestly say that I'm not a fan of his stuff. I've met the guy in person, and he seemed like an awesome dude, but his artwork seems very static and posed. That, and he paints skin as if it's coated in a thick layer of vegetable oil (leading a friend of mine to refer to him as "Shiny-Butt Boris").
Also, speaking of Boris Vallejo, recognize anyone?
I'm up for it.
Howard Shore and Annie Lennox - "Into the West"
I don't get it, either. My best guess right now comes from the snippets I overhear in the hallways - I have flat out heard some girls claim that you can't get a boyfriend if you're smart.
Hell, I hear quote-unquote adults say this on a regular basis. It's terrifying.
Here's one of the weirder exchanges I've had this week, on DeviantArt with M:tG illustrator Johannes Voss, in response to a poll he had created entitled "More science! Your relationship status?"
Me: "Was in a three-year relationship up until just about a year ago, when she broke off our engagement, took a bunch of my stuff, and ran off to New York City with some actor. Since then, nothing on my end."
Johannes: "Believe it or not, but I know that feel. It'll get better brah, work your hardest, get in shape and live the life of kings!"
Me: "The life of kings, eh? So you're saying I should marry my sister, then execute all of my friends out of sheer paranoia, all before dying of syphilis at the ripe old age of 29? Sounds like a plan I could work with."
Johannes: "You got it, bro! *fistbump*"
Usually, people run screaming from that stuff.