So at 11:11 tonight...
(11:11 1/1/11 = 11111111 <-binary for "ÿ" which is Urdu for "absurd ritual")
--look at your digital clock and, growling, rake your fingers before your field of vision as if your jagged claws were profoundly etching time itself. This will be the only time in history such an action is possible.
I'll be doing it and I hope you'll join me. Together we'll open a portal to the eleventeenth dimension!
Um... considering that's it is not 1/11/11 but actually 1 - 11 - 2011 I would say you are off by about... hm... 900 years. But better late than never!
Actually you can do it twice a day in each time zone once every 100 years as 11:11 AM works as well and in 2111 the date would still read 1/1/11 8)
Finding meaning in random numbers trumps logic Abraham! Haven't you watched Glenn Beck?
No -- I failed my will save against his "intelligence repulsion" spell...
Fortunately :D
I'm scairt.
Yeah, all hail the mighty exclamation mark !!!1111oneoneeleven!!
11:11 1/1/11
You're number 1!
Well if you're gonna go and get all technical and add in dem extra numbers and factualities and such...
But still... join me in tonight's temporal werewoofery, whatever time zone your in. The fate of the eleventeenth dimension depends on it.
I was out there ALONE tonight! Where WERE you guys?! At 11:11 I scratched at my clock's LED readout like a buffoon and was then sucked into a dark rift in space and time where I suffered hours of tentacle porn mauling.
I have to say... honestly not as bad as it sounds.
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I was out there ALONE tonight! Where WERE you guys?! At 11:11 I scratched at my clock's LED readout like a buffoon and was then sucked into a dark rift in space and time where I suffered hours of tentacle porn mauling.
I have to say... honestly not as bad as it sounds.
huh what, was there something going on????
I was busy face palming over my 9th level party being stumped by an iron portcullis in tonights game.
That's a reasonable excuse for not being there and... I'm sorry. If only player intelligence matched the INT boxes on the character sheet, eh?
I am guessing that 11/11/11 is gonna blow your mind?
huh what, was there something going on????I was out there ALONE tonight! Where WERE you guys?! At 11:11 I scratched at my clock's LED readout like a buffoon and was then sucked into a dark rift in space and time where I suffered hours of tentacle porn mauling.
I have to say... honestly not as bad as it sounds.
My research into space time fabric fraying and numerology led me to the inescapable conclusion that if a large number of us performed a certain strange action at exactly the same moment last night, and only last night, we'd be able to pierce the veil, travel to and liberate realities beyond our imagining. However, the turnout was quite poor and I entered the eleventeenth dimension alone where I was subsequently raped in every pore for hours on end with nary a single beverage offered! I guess good manners are sole province of the third dimension!
But the excuses for the no shows were reasonable. One guy had this portcullis issue because his players lacked an 11 amp Sawzall to get them through their adventure.
Naah; they had a Kitty Pryde and a Nightcrawler. They woulda put th' wrong blade on the Sawzall, broke it, and put their eye out.
I am guessing that 11/11/11 is gonna blow your mind?
If last night was any indication, yes, my mind will be blown on 11/11/11, and unfortunately not in the way you'd think. Those extradimensionals are offensively demented. I mean using my own stretched limbs to tie me naked to the hood of a buick and drive me high speed through a Lovecraftian bowling ball factory with a colossal kitchen funnel (Paula Deen Collection y'all) stuffed up my backside was one thing... but priming me with a splintery wagon wheel... who would even-- Well, suffice it to say I think even the visiting Cenobytes took notes.
Pinhead: "You know... I honestly feel a little bad for that guy. Seems excessive, that's all I'm saying. A little excessive."
Naah; they had a Kitty Pryde and a Nightcrawler. They woulda put th' wrong blade on the Sawzall, broke it, and put their eye out.
I just designed a new Sawzall. I added a floaty advice die suspended in blue liquid like the Magic 8 Ball. I call it the Solvzall. Because who doesn't want to read some when they're operating a fast moving power tool?
I can see it now: The Upstate New York Sawzall massacre....
the Leatherface-equivalent guy chases em down, shakes his weapon and asks the 8 ball if he should let the imperiled teenager go....
I can see it now: The Upstate New York Sawzall massacre....
the Leatherface-equivalent guy chases em down, shakes his weapon and asks the 8 ball if he should let the imperiled teenager go....
That's compelling enough that I'd want to see it. To see something along those lines this film was good at walking the line between predation and whimsy.