If it quacks like a sociopath, but also ponders its own sociopathy, it's probably just an asshole.
Started by The Good Reverend Roger, February 01, 2010, 04:43:04 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on May 22, 2015, 03:00:53 AMAnyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?
Quote from: Richter on February 01, 2010, 07:48:03 PMThey have us surrounded, if not outnumbered.
Quote from: Cain on March 28, 2010, 09:44:45 PMFuck it. I'm going to get ordained as a Catholic priest and start robbing banks and mugging people. I mean, apparently, you can be excused any crime if you're in with the Big V.
Quote from: Requia ☣ on September 28, 2008, 02:09:45 AMLets try it on an even simpler level:1) There is a minimum energy/mass things can have, everything can be measured in a multiple of this minimum.2) Objects at this size, or close to it, don't have an exact position or velocity, so they look like waves in most experiments.3) If you try to measure the location, they act more like particles, just to fuck with you, but the velocity gets more uncertain, also just to fuck with you.Conclusion: God hates physicists.
Quote from: Richter on March 03, 2010, 04:02:07 PMQuote from: Doktor Howl on March 03, 2010, 03:53:55 PMQuote from: Richter on March 03, 2010, 03:53:03 PMBig Bird's nose fell off too. His handlers never could put their foot down about his paint huffing and blowing lines of bathroom cleaner.And Bert & Ernie?Well, let's just say we don't want the kids getting the wrong message, right?Just the kids? I mean Bert was a freak, we all knew that. Purtanical guilt written all OVER him. No one ever took off "Penitent Pillgrim"'s hood at the club, but I mean, with a head shaped like that it ws no secret.Ernie though, he was a good egg. He clued in eventually, he just couldn't get it RIGHT. You come home, and your orange roomate has bought a sex swing, gallon of lard, an 30 lbs of assorted root veg, you're shocked no matter what you're into. Veggie monster gettign into it didn't help either. Legitamate missunderstanding there. Must have been sad, Ernie all well meaning, and his grand reveal is sullied by a broken, obsessed eating dissorder incarnate slathering down everything.They had to hush them all up and shuffle them off. None of them were working together ever again.Except for Veggie, they jsut beat him with pipes, threw a bag of shredded carrot in his face, locked him in a closet and told him to pull his shit together.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 03, 2010, 03:53:55 PMQuote from: Richter on March 03, 2010, 03:53:03 PMBig Bird's nose fell off too. His handlers never could put their foot down about his paint huffing and blowing lines of bathroom cleaner.And Bert & Ernie?Well, let's just say we don't want the kids getting the wrong message, right?
Quote from: Richter on March 03, 2010, 03:53:03 PMBig Bird's nose fell off too. His handlers never could put their foot down about his paint huffing and blowing lines of bathroom cleaner.
Quote from: RichterOscar didn't see it coming. Of all them, he was the only one who was REAL about things. I have to say, he was the best of them too. Asshole, sure, he was a GROUCH for fucksake. No drugs, no women, no kinks that got into everyone else's shit though. Oscar was just happy being Oscar, doing his thing and dispensing his caustic wisdom to anyone who stood in his airspace for too long. He was the counterpoint, the voice of reason, and the agitator all in one. Once they dumped his ass on the bus though, they'd just sent their thanatos away. Things went on after, sure, but sticky gummy sweet. Nothing to provide the counterpoint that made it all WORK. They missed that though. They only saw the lawyers hemming and hawing, the angry letters from soccer moms who've never SEEN a trashcan in their suburban sheltered lives. Jim defended him to his death, but once he was gone Oscar just didn't have the patience to network and keep above the office politik. The office politik didn't see Oscar's whole front was his way of showing how much he cared. Then the executive produce slipped him a bottle of Jack D at the season wrap party. Oscar had been off the sauce for years. No AA or anything, he just decided to stop, and stopped. The stuff must've hit him like a freight train. After he was out for an hour, they told Bruno to haul his can onto the next bus out of town. He refused of course, Oscar was his buddy. Then they shoved $3k in his pocket, and told him to find a bus for the can, or find another job. What else could Bruno do? His wife with the cancer and all. Oh he cried the whole way, his tears making the cleanest streaks on Oscar's can.
Quote from: DokBut what are we to do without the reality check that Oscar and his friends imposed on society? The gift they had for gently preparing children for the harsh realities of life wasn't passed on to anyone. Our children are coddled from birth to age 18, with nothing but unicorns and rainbows, and the assurance that they are just as good as the next guy, by virtue of being the special people they are.By age 22, of course, they've been blown to cat meat in the Green Zone, if they're lucky. If not, you'll see them staring blankly across the Arby's counter at you as you place your order, lost in the thoughts of how badly life has fucked them because they were never really prepared for the way things actually work. They were a special flower for their whole childhood, and now they can use that specialness to get your damn order right when you ask them for extra Horsey Sauce™.And the same parents that demanded urban renewal on Sesame Street will spend their whole lives wondering what went wrong with their children, as they gaze down their perfect, trash can-free streets.
Quote from: Richter on March 10, 2010, 06:48:29 PMDok - A bit derailed from the original ABotD, but a chapter on the fall of Children's Tv may not be out of place. Your call how we organize it.Khara - you need to do more.