If I recall correctly, you weren't even in on it. I recall much protesting from you. It was totally me. Feel free to let her in on the fact that I...
A selection of various random films I liked, some classics. You should have given us a genre to work with. The Talented Mr. Ripley Castaway on the Moon Let The Right One In Artificial Intelligence The Sixth Sense The Incredibles L'illusionniste Paper Moon Casablanca AKIRA Alien I haven't seen enough films myself.
I beat my best friend to death with an ore, stole his identity and inherited his money. A kind soul has taken a liking to me. He is foolish-- totally out of the loop on the whole shebang-- but I won't pretend I don't appreciate his warmth, however undeserved. Yet though I appreciate it, I feel trapped. What should I do? As of now, I feel my only option is to smother him to death with a pillow. (I'm kind of assuming this thread was in jest, because if it wasn't then surely you would have the consideration to make it anonymous/carry it out via a more private venue. plus location. spamzone.)
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Damian. How is Dick?
Good man, reviving this limping horse. Dead weight? I think not. Clop, clop. "My New Year's Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, which which I do battle - may they never give me peace. (New Year's Eve, 1947)" --Patricia Highsmith
On an otherwise nondescript day, I rummaged thru the garbage pail and brushed what felt like hair. Yanked it out and, sure enough, held in my hand was a neatly decapitated head. She was a blonde. Now ordinarily, LARiA might have been at once disturbed, then questioning. But dream!LARiA was a morbid specimen. I had been recently fascinated by shrunken heads encountered in Ripley's, decided that this was the perfect opportunity to conduct an experiment of my own. My mother was surprisingly compliant with it. At first. If this thus far reads like an issue straight out of EC Comics... Well, I have no defense. It reads exactly like that. Problems arose when-- after the skull was removed, the incisions made, the skin/flesh removed, the eyelids sewn shut, the head dumped in a pot of boiling water and yada yada-- after many a day it did not boil. There the pot sat on the kitchen counter, in the open. For days, weeks. I felt the process was taking too long, and my mother agreed. She didn't like seeing it whenever she passed by the kitchen, she contemplated hiding it in the pantry but felt the putrid stench would contaminate the food. "That head is tearing this family to pieces!," she screeched at me in rage. dream!LARiA, morbid as she was, was finally beginning to feel the least bit disturbed. The head was driving me insane, slowly but surely. [fast forward] I'm watching the news with my parents. A worldwide search funded by the Justice League was on for Supergirl. Superman was distraught. Superman has been known to act irrationally under stress. Cue paranoia... [fast forward] None of us want to be the one to break it to Supes, that we have her head. Never mind that we had no connection to her initial disappearance, had found the head by utter coincidence. None of us wanted to be caught under his gaze, heat vision activatable in under a millisecond. Didn't want to have to rationalise my experiment to someone else, 'specially not someone from the high and mighty League. They wouldn't understand. They'd accuse me of defiling the dead, was that not a legitimate crime? Paranoid. [fast forward] We never leave the house. Parents cannot handle the stress. They abandon me with the head. Batman is investigating. It's only a matter of time. Finally makes sense... Kryptonians are immune to heat. Of course she would not boil. Of course. I couldn't come up with this shit even if I tried-- oh wait, that's right, my mind asleep ladies & gentlemen, this is another performance brought to you by her subconscious!
I won't stop. Not now, not ever. I am the thing that keeps you up at night, the evil that haunts every dark corner of your mind. I will never rest... and neither will you.
Unless the corpse belongs to your deceased wife, why should you care what a somebody does to another [literally] rotten body? That is a most un-analogous analogy if ever I've seen one. Nobody likes it could apply to too many scenarios, so the analogy is rather unnecessary. You could do better.
Angsting over CN's cancellation of DC block (until Jan!). There is no room for anything else this day. I'm in mourning. (To anyone who actually cares, sign this petition. It shouldn't take more than a few secs of your time.)
Strangely, Superman is one of those well-known superheroes I know nigh nothing about. I've seen snippets of the older comics here and there, and from them I have begun to form the opinion that he is batshit fuckin' insane. But yeah, I know nothing about his modern incarnation. And I should not judge him based on his Silver Age appearances, as superheroes in that era all arguably were "batshit fuckin' insane". Just reading into his history, tho... can you blame me for thinking so? An essay written by Larry Niven and Curt Swan, who illustrated the Superman comics for over three decades. I suppose, though, Superman wasn't the only hero subject to pervy writers/artists. Here's looking to you, Chris Claremont...
Draw Matt Murdock & Peter Parker throwing a tea party? Please?
I was witness to a truly beautiful one once, golden-hued, so perfect so as to almost seem digitally rendered. The sky was cloudless sans one large cumulus cloud, which was off to the right. I was in a moving car, however, and had no digital item with which to capture the moment in... Florida is a dreadful state, but at least we have nice sunsets.
I woke up excited, for the first time in a long time. Flip to channel 67. No YJ. Spoiler: gif Fuck you, Cartoon Network. On a more civilised note, hiatus #4 has been confirmed, only two eps since the last one. Ep10 has been rescheduled to show in January. I will not trust what they say from here on out, tho, given what short notice we got with this sudden cancellation. Greg did reportedly not even know it would not show today & TV listings did not indicate otherwise. How remarkably unprofessional CN has been throughout.
Or just don't go. Indirect = Inefficient
You are younger than me by 24 days. Happy very early birthday, since I'm here already.
98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. Break the glass, flick a match; One crazed wildfire.
PETA is remarkably like Team Plasma. Funnily enough, they further demonise Team Plasma in the parody. What ever their point, tho, they are going about it in all the wrong ways. You don't "convert" most people by shoving your beliefs, however narrow-minded, down their throats. That tends to active a gag reflex.
Thoughts?
Tt. It appears the minimum word length restriction is no longer in function? What a relief. Digressively, this woman vaguely reminds me of Amaury. Take that as you will.
