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One hopes the glitter is just on the inside of it.

Glittersnatch would be a rather unfortunate condition, if a halfway decent troll name.

GOD DAMN THAT MAKES ME SO MAD I COULD THROW DEFENSELESS PUPPIES INTO A RIVER!

Jesus Christ, Thorny, show some respect.



Donald Bisset is a great man.

 

I think they could have just skipped straight to this and done without the books and movies.

[Books I Wish I Had Known About A Few Years Ago But Not So Long Ago That I Would Have Annoyingly Regurgitated Their Content:]

Books I Wish I Had Known About A Few Years Ago But Not So Long Ago That I Would Have Annoyingly Regurgitated Their Content:

• The Outsider by Colin Wilson.
  
  I picked up this book for $1.25 at the local library, after the name on the spine caught my attention. It turned out to be exactly what I hope to find, but never do--amidst the random sea of text in libraries and book stores, the titles are on the whole more inspiring and imaginative than their content.
  
  The Outsider is one who "sees too deep and too much", who cannot accept the noxious, meager worldview we are spoon-fed from infancy, who does not need religion to be religious. This is not an endorsement of the obnoxious, co-opted "spiritual but not religious" crap that came later, because practicing at self-delusion is anathema to the Outsider's mission. The essence of religion is the affirmation of life (which can be reached from an initially life-denying trajectory).
  
  Because the concept of the Outsider and the goals of the Outsider are somewhat nebulous, Wilson's exposition draws heavily upon examples of real-life outsiders and characters from fiction. Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, Sartre, Van Gogh, and Hesse are among those who fill the pages of the book. The result is a survey of pertinent philosophy and literature that whets the appetite for reading.

  That does explain a few things.

The real flimflammery isn't telling you that you're fucked, it's selling salvation for cheap, cheap, CHEAP!

Because, let's face it, you are fucked. You are going to die. What then? Nonexistence?

There is a kind of horror to whittling away your leisure time with stupid, meaningless crap. Does it count for anything, in the end? Will watching just one more youtube video leave a smile on your face when you pass into the grave?

@OP: So, you can't stand most idiots because that woman threw puppies in a river?

Janitorial closet?

 

I don't know about moustaches, but I saw a number of bearded ladies in my time working customer service.

 

I used to have a Chinese roommate who watched Glenn Beck so he could improve his English.

Isn't that the music used to advertise beef?

All that did was make me crave some beef stew.

It's Hoedown, the fourth movement of Aaron Copeland's Rodeo suite.

It's enough to make you kick those teabaggers right in the chingaring chaws.

The Wit.

Pretty cool, AFAIK