Random Thoughts Thread

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Originally Posted by Montmorency

Why is it so funny to me for a shopper in a grocery store to treat a woman in a wheelchair as a shopping cart full of groceries?

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Actually it kinda is funny. Though it's the kind of funny you kinda feel bad for for finding it funny.

Supervisor: Hey, you forgot to rotate the stock.
Me (doing best Costello impression possible): I can't help it boss...I'm a baaad boy.
Supervisor: How did you ever get hired.
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I am innitiated, the Antillian gangs call me 'broertje' now, means 'little brother' in an affectionate way, I am heading to a life of crime GTA-style. Yes I have weird contacts.

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Originally Posted by Fragony

I am innitiated, the Antillian gangs call me 'broertje' now, means 'little brother' in an affectionate way, I am heading to a life of crime GTA-style. Yes I have weird contacts.

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Birds of the same feather... ~;)

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Originally Posted by Moros

Birds of the same feather... ~;)

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Floating as I go man, no stinking bird is going to cramp my style, I am for real

#box

Edit, it's kinda hilarious by the way, I live in Amersfoort it's bloody village. We have gangs though, who look incredibly rediculous and should go to the circus, most hilarious was the motorclub 'no surrender', numerous were fined for speeding when the police was controlling speeding. Living the dream man, lol, it must have been incredibly hilarious to watch how they looked when they got a speeding ticket but gawd on a mother:daisy: plane it's too funny

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Bring it. Incredibly awesome weapons, all at least 200 years old, some probably older but the judge isn't out on that one

Edit, better look at the most beautifull ons

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Klingon weapons from Star Trek?

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Originally Posted by AntiDamascus

Klingon weapons from Star Trek?

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They are from central Africa, 200 a 300 years old, it are ceremonial weapons that chiefs and shamaans used. Except for the axe that one is for fighting. Some have engravings (the ones that are standing vertically) nobody understands.

Battlestar Galactica might be is one of my favorite shows of all time.

BSG was one of the only shows I would actually make sure to watch when a new episode was on.

I got in a fairly long argument with a guy who just refused to buy the whole "walk into the woods" ending. (Spoilers?)

I just loved how a show could tackle so many different problems in society such as religion, drug use, the justice system, balance of power, terrorism, technological abuses, even abortion. And do it in a way that painted the world in such so many shades of grey, but never do it in a way which feels forced. Not to mention an awesome story (though not without some hiccups) with awesome acting (Katee Sackhoff and Edward James Olmos, among others, just did a fantastic job and extremely memorable). Not to mention kickass CGI work.

I kinda lost interest halfway season two, but season one was awesome. Reminds me of Homeworld, that sense of loss and space is HUGE vibe. I also love that actress that plays the president, incredibly charming woman.

Best show ever is Firefly by the way. I was really sad when it was over, you really start to love the character. Serenity was a nice icing on the cake, felt even sadder that this show was killed.

A Robin Hood, I did it

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In Twain!

(How does he win, we both hit the same spot. He just went second!)

Duolingo is pretty awesome. Starting to learn German.

Ich bin ein Mann!

Hooray for little steps!

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Ich bin ein Mann!

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Du bist ein HerrenMensch! :viking:

I understood that!

Also Im so glad its finally the weekend and that this nightmare of a week is over!

Belgium will actually be participating in the World Cup of soccer. They keep surprising me.

I did it again. Admit it I am an awesome shot. Blowpipes are awesome.

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What am I looking at.

Sitting down with a cup of warm, spiced cider in one hand, the most delicious piece of homemade pizza ever in the other hand, and a grape cigarillo between my lips - could life get any better?

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Originally Posted by Hooahguy

What am I looking at.

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It better not be your...
~:)

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Originally Posted by Vuk

It better not be your...
~:)

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I was talking about Frags post.

Get your mind out of the gutter. :whip:

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Originally Posted by Fragony

I did it again. Admit it I am an awesome shot. Blowpipes are awesome.

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Pills here.

*Que Afro-American voice* Seriously what are those pills bro?

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Originally Posted by Hooahguy

I was talking about Frags post.

Get your mind out of the gutter. :whip:

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You are looking at me shooting a dart in to a dart. Twice.

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Originally Posted by rickinator9

Pills here.

*Que Afro-American voice* Seriously what are those pills bro?

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Ibuprofen, for a mate who got had to have a tooth pulled, it's a painkiller

Seriously, who is The Stig?

I'm living in Paris right now. This city is pretty amazing.

Also I've decided to do a minor degree in Estonian language and culture.

I decided I am going to be a better person, I am sick of my cynism sometimes. I can do better.

Short Story

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Originally Posted by WTF

Dear Diary,

As I walked down the shamefully-decrepit Main Street of a small rural town at about 2:10 AM in the morning last Wednesday, a young black man standing by a locked-down fish market on the opposite side of the road shouted across to me,

"Yo homey, wanna buy some fruit snacks to support my basketball team?"

(I say that he was young and black only by indirect inference, as he left no skin showing from beneath his cowl, or maybe it was one of those oversized athletic hoodies that the hip young ethnic folk like to wear these days.)

Though struck by the incongruity (and, dare I admit, slightly annoyed by the unwelcome solicitation), I continued along my path without many glances. I was quite startled to stumble into his frame full-on, as I had felt assured that there were no obstructions before me; furthermore, I had clearly just seen him standing at least 10 meters away. At any rate, before I could apologize or so much as regain my bearings (or balance), the interloper grated in a voice like the subduction of one-thousand eons with one-thousand mountains of sand,

"The Hive must be fed."

"Come again?", I squeaked in bemusement.

"Please submit your living flesh unto the Maw and relinquish your holy [unintelligible] in order that Bazalb-ti might grow", he said with that unpleasant tone, drawing out the last word into what seemed to me (I'm ashamed to admit) the orgasmic groan of some sort of squamous insectoid gorilla. One of his sleeves lifted up, and I perceived that he must have wanted to fist-bump me in order to seal the deal, but I still couldn't see any hand or arm supporting the sleeve, and anyway I could see up-close now that his outfit was so old, grimy, and worn-out that it had the rugosity of embalmed elephant skin. While I did genuinely lament the plight of this poor urban youth and his ilk at that moment, I wasn't really in the mood for any of this sort of crap and actually had a strong urge to do my toilet-business ASAP.

"Um, no thanks".

Having firmly but politely excused myself from the situation, I began shifting from one foot to the other as I judged how best to proceed around him while leaving ample space between us. Shockingly, he seemed to begin to mirror my movements, as though he imagined that he and I were engaging in a "dance-off". I squared my stance and prepared to comment, but the words caught as I opened my mouth. The man was trembling with increasing rapidity, and began to fear that he was having a fit. Giving forth a grunt of concern and reassurance, I reached out a steadying hand, but just then he was oscillating at such incredible frequency that I was forced back by a wave of air pressure, barely keeping myself upright.

As I regained my composure, I had my gaze fixed before me by an irresistible compulsion. Where the man had stood was now an amorphous smog-cloud the size of a watermelon, of such a quality as to briefly convince me that it was sucking the very light out of my eyes, of such a complete blackness that it could only be described as 'cosmic'.

"Be cool bro!", I yelped as I flashed improvised gang-signs at the presence, convinced that my time had finally come - this would be "my mugging". Suddenly, I was aware of a peculiar absence of ambient noise; even my heartbeat seemed to be stifled.

Yet with the passage of some short Tyme, forsooth did there be heard all about an most aweful Houling which of no tellural Beast hath euere ybeen heorde nauþer þæs ænig hæfdon bi Mannes geleofod. But then all the cacophony, which had formerly surrounded me and blasted me from within, seemed to be imbibed by the darkness, which was now writhing most hideously, and then this itself unravelled as though it were being sipped away by the starless sky - and it shot away from me and the world with unimaginable speed. I fancied that within a second I could track it traveling a hundred-million miles beyond Saturn (which seemed unusually stormy, though I can't say I would know).

Right then I realized that I was drawing many queer glances from passersby; during the excitement I had somehow come to be in the middle of a stairwell leading down into the metro, thereby creating an obstruction to my fellow citizens. With embarrassment I apologized and continued down into the station. Checking my wristwatch, I judged that, it being 6:36 PM in the evening, only a little more than a minute had passed since I first laid eyes on that young fellow. It did strike me as odd that no one else seemed to carry any evidence of perturbation on their countenance, though I personally felt that I had ended up making something of a scene. Ah well - that's the way this impersonal city life goes, I suppose!

The lesson I took from this experience is that black youth are just misunderstood, and really do have a lot of untapped potential. For instance, perseverance to pursue their enterprise late into the night. And I'm sure many of that young fellow's peers could learn from his alacrity - witness the speed with which he moved to detain me, a potential sale, at our initial contact. If black "dudes" moved so fast more frequently, they'd garner huge demand in the labor-pool! The one detrimental quality that I noted, which I have unfortunately seen evidenced in many other urban youth, was poor manners. Though he did remove himself from my presence as soon as I declined his pitch, I am in retrospect rather disappointed in the unmistakably-rude treatment he offered me during his decessio.

(Personal Note: Consider reporting to appropriate authorities the harassing and/or pranking communications that have been inflicted upon me by the Ku Klux Klan, in which they ask for one "Cho-zen Wun" to "sanctify the realm". It seems these hooligans are even targeting the Chinese now - how repugnant!)

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What sort of degenerate brain could produce such dribblings? :laugh4: