I was recently asked to explain a term I often use, that term being Saturday Night™. The fact that I have to explain this concept indicates that things are far worse than even I had imagined...That my wretched pessimism was actually an idiotic level of optimism.
Saturday Night™ can vary greatly in detail from person to person. It can mean shaking your ass on the dance floor at THE GAY BAR, or it can mean hanging out the window of a jeep with a 12 gauge, blasting stop signs and howling like a loon. It can mean doing the nasty with your SO and a bottle of something high-test. It can mean drag racing, bare-knuckle boxing, or just taking your spouse out to dinner and a movie.
What it IS, is "the act of getting out of the office, away from the computer and the teevee, and having FUN". Remember fun? It's that thing you used to have, before they built a cage around you and slapped you stupid with tax forms. It's what you used to DO, before you got so fucking serious.
You get precisely ONE (1) trip around this here rollercoaster (unless you're a Buddhist, and fuck those guys) and there is only ONE (1) meaning for that life: TO FUCKING ENJOY YOURSELF. Hell, isn't that what Slack™ is? The art of ENJOYING THE RIDE?
Oscar Wilde had it right. "Anyone who never gets carried away should be. Or as the Subgenii say, "Don't just eat that cheeseburger, eat the hell out of it!"
Do nothing in a small way, because you are not a small person. In your frame of reference, you are the main character...And you don't want to be remembered as the lead role in Lost in Translation, do you? Fuck no. Big Trouble in Little China or GTFO.
So live large. You don't need to be rich to do this; I am not suggesting you have to race around in a Jag or anything...Just do whatever it is you do LOUDLY and PROUDLY. Stomp the terra. Screech spittle and horse laughs in THEIR faces while they stare at you in horror. Clothing may or may not be optional, your mileage may vary.
There is NO FUCKING EXCUSE for sitting by while your life dribbles away. DO something on Saturday Night™, even if it's just dancing in the living room to bad top 40 music.
And remember: Saturday Night™ isn't a day of the week, it's an idea.
EVERY NIGHT IS SATUDAY NIGHT™!
AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
HELL YES!
Raw!!
Saturday Night™ on Wednesday afternoon? Don't mind if I do!
Saturday Night™ has always reminded me of the quote, "Those who dance are considered insane by those who can't hear the music."
:mittens:
Fucking awesome! I couldn't agree more.
Things I have found improve my mood:
1. Drag racing in a 2009 Totoya Camry. 4 cylinder.
2. Grabbing my wife while we're getting dressed to go to a party for which we are already late. Fuck those guys, because boobs.
3. Irresponsible firearm use.
4. Drinking soda with doomed freaks at the pervert bar.
5. Blasting through alleyways in the legal district at 4 AM in a beat-to-shit Jeep Cherokee.
6. Driving too fast to bad top 40 pseudo-hip hop songs.
7. Dancing. I dance particularly badly, I look like an epileptic bear with strychnine poisoning. Too fucking bad, I'm shaking that ass. If you don't like it, GTFO.
8. Making someone's day weirder.
9. Taunting Mike the Engineer.
10. Screaming out rants to golfers on the fairway behind my house.
You have permission to use my picture. You know the one if you make a flyer.
Quote from: /b/earman on February 19, 2014, 09:20:56 PM
You have permission to use my picture. You know the one if you make a flyer.
HELLS YES
Well put. Saturday Night(TM) is the stuff that you FUCKING LIVE FOR, other than "responsibility", "obligations", "stuff I have to do", etc. You know, the shit you actually LIKE.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on February 19, 2014, 09:46:09 PM
Quote from: /b/earman on February 19, 2014, 09:20:56 PM
You have permission to use my picture. You know the one if you make a flyer.
HELLS YES
Where's Queen G? This sounds big wordy.
I'm getting increasingly good at Saturday Nights. Last night's Saturday Night consisted of beer, nearly entering some American pop punk band's tour bus by accident and swearing a lot in Hungarian.
Quote from: Junkenstein on February 19, 2014, 10:21:56 PM
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on February 19, 2014, 09:46:09 PM
Quote from: /b/earman on February 19, 2014, 09:20:56 PM
You have permission to use my picture. You know the one if you make a flyer.
HELLS YES
Where's Queen G? This sounds big wordy.
I am unsure. Haven't seen her in a while.
Twid has her number.
Fuck yeah!
Saturday Night is a cause. Some might say it's the only cause. But Saturday Night has enemies. We're hopelessly outnumbered by whiny little fucks who insist we tone down our language or dress appropriately or refrain from jumping over the barriers and pissing in the face of danger and/or the embarrassing faux pas.
We may be outnumbered but we're not outgunned. All it takes is the balls (or ovarian fortitude) to ignore their pathetic bleating and get on with having a good time WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!!!
You may find yourself shunned by polite society. This to your benefit. Polite society is what's fucking wrong with the world. Polite society is the sworn enemy of Saturday Night and should be destroyed or ignored - whichever seems like the most fun.
I have never had a Saturday Night in my life, if I'm understanding this right.
Could explain a few things.
Quote from: Sita on February 20, 2014, 09:48:06 PM
I have never had a Saturday Night in my life, if I'm understanding this right.
Could explain a few things.
Then go have one.
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on February 20, 2014, 09:51:17 PM
Quote from: Sita on February 20, 2014, 09:48:06 PM
I have never had a Saturday Night in my life, if I'm understanding this right.
Could explain a few things.
Then go have one.
Yep, it is quite easy once you let go of your reservations.
What do you like to do?
What do you geek out about?
Who do you want to punch?/What do you want to destroy? (this one is good for those with repressed anger)
Don't be afraid to be and/or look stupid, in extreme cases just say you were drunk and almost all will be forgiven.
Hell, actually get raving drunk.
Walk on a line on the street, any line will do. Pretend it is a tightrope.
When you have to hold something, juggle it. Tosh it up, flip it around, have a heated discussion with it. Saturday Night can be done at work in one second. Yell at your stapler when it doesn't work, get angry at your stapler for backtalking.
There are no limits, that is kinda the point.
Go skating. Backwards. While drinking. In your livingroom. Have a 1-man/woman rollerdisco in your street/attic/walk-in closet.
Watch funny movies that make you laugh until tears are streaming down your cheeks, taste those tears and try to decide what cocktail they go best with. Make it before they dry up.
Start a tiny fire in an ashtray or in a cup or something inside your house.
Drip molten candlewax on your skin just because you wonder how it feels.
Grab a stick from the street and meditate on the many uses you can put it to. Realize you found it right next to a turd and it smells kinda funny, freak out and go wash your hands. Play with the soapbubbles.
Anything can be Saturday Night, even cleaning your house. Sing while making your bed. Pretend your vacuum is an invading alien enjoying the lavish buffet of dustmotes so much it gets distracted and doesn't notice you are right behind it. Tiptoe while vacuuming so the alien doesn't catch you.
But whatever you do, don't let Roger into the kitchen.
My Saturday Night includes Roger cooking and Nigel fucking men in the ass for not shutting the fuck up,Twid Klingon wrestling, LMNO cleaning house at the gay bar, Stella drinking shitty whsikey and bench pressing 600lbs, Binks telling me what's what, RWHN rubbing Icy Hot all over his butthurt.
:spittake:
Quote from: /b/earman on February 21, 2014, 01:00:17 AM
My Saturday Night includes Roger cooking and Nigel fucking men in the ass for not shutting the fuck up,Twid Klingon wrestling, LMNO cleaning house at the gay bar, Stella drinking shitty whsikey and bench pressing 600lbs, Binks telling me what's what, RWHN rubbing Icy Hot all over his butthurt.
HOT DAMN!
Quote from: Dirty Old Uncle Roger on February 21, 2014, 02:44:58 AM
Quote from: /b/earman on February 21, 2014, 01:00:17 AM
My Saturday Night includes Roger cooking and Nigel fucking men in the ass for not shutting the fuck up,Twid Klingon wrestling, LMNO cleaning house at the gay bar, Stella drinking shitty whsikey and bench pressing 600lbs, Binks telling me what's what, RWHN rubbing Icy Hot all over his butthurt.
HOT DAMN!
:digtbk:
Had a pretty good Saturday Night last night actually. Me and four friends got together to watch the most gloriously terible movie i've seen in sometime. Even got some pizza and a decent bottle of whiskey in on the action, by the end we were laughing so hard that we rated Mutant Girls Squad a full five stars on Netflix because it had brought us more joy than any academy award winning movie you'd care to name. :lulz:
Quote from: /b/earman on February 21, 2014, 01:00:17 AM
My Saturday Night includes Roger cooking and Nigel fucking men in the ass for not shutting the fuck up,Twid Klingon wrestling, LMNO cleaning house at the gay bar, Stella drinking shitty whsikey and bench pressing 600lbs, Binks telling me what's what, RWHN rubbing Icy Hot all over his butthurt.
That sounds about right.
Friday was my Saturday Night™.
Indian food, then Hotel Congress, then the Meetrack, then home.
Let's see, this Saturday I Woke to my best friend knocking on the door. I threw on clothes and let her in.
We stared at questionable images while venting about our silly little problems. I made some strong tea to shake last night's late night off. Preping for graveyard shift is FUn. Either way, good tea is always a nice perk to a day.
We got hungry after awhile so I made and ate kimchi noodles while watching an adorable cat play in boxes. Never underestimate how amusing a tenacious box-loving cat can be (http://youtu.be/2XID_W4neJo)!
Then we sang for hours together complete with a decent two-part harmony rendition of "Under Pressure" and an accidentally perfect full version with harmonies for "Heart of Glass". No, literally- it was sheer accident that I took melody and she took harmony and we had everything 100% on pitch. We had Rock Band scoring us so we knew we were on pitch!
Well, she went home to see her boyfriend so I played a pointlessly fun RPG for awhile before making dinner and watching "What the Fuck is Wrong with You?" starring Nash! From there I hopped online and started my first rants here. Yay!
Ok, so not super awesome excitement, but I still saw someone dear to me in person, had a great time, and worked on some real life skills that we can actually show off to people not on computers. All in all, a nice Saturday night.
My Saturday Night involved me planting trees all morning, and then beer and pizza with the bf, and then a relatively quiet, tipsy night at home.
Drank a lot of beer last night. Discovered Shiner made their own version of Blue Moon, and called it Whitewing. Its not as good as Shock top but it will do. Neckbearded on Saturday morning. Feels good man.
The weekend, in order:
Gay Bar
All-day cooking marathon
Nookie
Wine and Tapas for 4 hours
All in all, it was very Saturday Night™.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on February 24, 2014, 03:03:36 PM
The weekend, in order:
Gay Bar
All-day cooking marathon
Nookie
Wine and Tapas for 4 hours
All in all, it was very Saturday Night™.
Enrico have almost EXACT SAME weekend,
except:cooking
All-day Gay Bar marathon
Nookie
Wine Riunite on ice and
Tapas calamari cheeseburgers for 4 hour
Quote from: Enrico Salazar on February 25, 2014, 02:35:04 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on February 24, 2014, 03:03:36 PM
The weekend, in order:
Gay Bar
All-day cooking marathon
Nookie
Wine and Tapas for 4 hours
All in all, it was very Saturday Night™.
Enrico have almost EXACT SAME weekend,
except:
cooking
All-day Gay Bar marathon
Nookie
Wine Riunite on ice and Tapas calamari cheeseburgers for 4 hour
Now I gotta change my pants.
This weekend, in order:
Make seed plant phylogeny flash cards
Study mass extinction events
Take chemistry midterm
Do endless chemistry online problems
Lay head down and cry
Sell mates kayak that's currently living in my garage
Moonlit paddle with P3nTGF on Loch Lomond, camping on one of the islands and sub-zero monkey sex
Meet up with some mates on the bonnie banks in the morning
Blaze up a couple of fatties and do some more paddling
Then it'll be (calendar) saturday night
Off to Brother in law's place for drinking and pirate movies
Sunday: Some quality time with P3nTK9
Fuck I'm getting old, most it I will be sober(ish) and there's every likelihood I'll remember most of it come monday :eek:
Feeling sad and pissy. It's been a LONG week! Call up my buddy Chris who is also having a suck-tastic week.
FUCK IT- PARTY TIME.
Bitch about love and lust for awhile. Oh yes, feels good man.
Talk about exes both recent and past and how many of them deserve to bathe in napalm.
Also listen to Chris' dad throw a potential hooker out of his house over the phone. Not sure why he called us.
It's ok, the cops sided with the dad. Looks like we're not the only one having Saturday Night!
Know what? All this bitching and WTF made us hungry. FOOOD!
An Italian place Chris likes just moved locations somewhere near us. I get a Calzone bigger than your head.
All that cheese makes me feel like a fat ass. Time to NERD DANCE down at the arcade!
Cute but gimpy hipster is hitting on me. It's like everyone wants me lately.
It's funny: when I'm not looking/interested suddenly I can gather a harem.
At least I feel nice and sexy. Makes the dancing more fun.
Dance a few rounds, get a little sweaty, and close the joint. Owner shoos us all off.
Drive around with Chris, talking and bitching and talking some more.
Guess who else likes me? Yup. We probably will never date, however, as it might ruin the friendship.
So I'm not getting lucky tonight. It's OK, my drawer of dildos are calling. :)
I have a take-home midterm due Monday, and a raft of memorizing animal phylogeny. No Saturday night for me, not tonight.
For some reason I am suddenly a magnet to guys in their early 30's. I don't get it, WTF?
There's a hottie down at the Waypost that I might have a small crush on.
Speaking as a guy in his 40s, guys in their 30s typically have finally started to figure out how to fuck.
Go for it.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 01, 2014, 11:53:35 PM
Speaking as a guy in his 40s, guys in their 30s typically have finally started to figure out how to fuck.
Go for it.
I think I might. Waypost guy is ridiculously gorgeous, in that big-eyed manly Middle Eastern beardo way. I've been holding out for my accountant, but he doesn't know when his schedule will allow him a trip to town soooo...
Quote from: Nigel on March 02, 2014, 01:02:34 AM
I think I might. Waypost guy is ridiculously gorgeous, in that big-eyed manly Middle Eastern beardo way. I've been holding out for my accountant, but he doesn't know when his schedule will allow him a trip to town soooo...
Waiting for that guy usually won't work. If he "doesn't know when" that usually means it's not that he doesn't know so much as he's not into you and is trying to let you down softly because he's a "nice guy". Of course "nice guys" like this usually turn out to be huge jerks who string you along for months, hinting but never ever actually saying when it's over. It's like they can't wrap their heads around how very UN-nice their behaviors are and they usually end up blaming you for it all. Yeah- you can tell I have encountered this before!
If he's cute and you like him, go grab some lunch. Say hello. Maybe you'll be lucky and he'll like you, too.
Quote from: Red on March 02, 2014, 03:09:49 AM
Quote from: Nigel on March 02, 2014, 01:02:34 AM
I think I might. Waypost guy is ridiculously gorgeous, in that big-eyed manly Middle Eastern beardo way. I've been holding out for my accountant, but he doesn't know when his schedule will allow him a trip to town soooo...
Waiting for that guy usually won't work. If he "doesn't know when" that usually means it's not that he doesn't know so much as he's not into you and is trying to let you down softly because he's a "nice guy". Of course "nice guys" like this usually turn out to be huge jerks who string you along for months, hinting but never ever actually saying when it's over. It's like they can't wrap their heads around how very UN-nice their behaviors are and they usually end up blaming you for it all. Yeah- you can tell I have encountered this before!
If he's cute and you like him, go grab some lunch. Say hello. Maybe you'll be lucky and he'll like you, too.
Well, that's always possible. But we've been friends for 20 years and he lives 3000 miles away and is working on grad school, so I'm inclined not to think he's stringing me along. Plus his brother and niece and best friend live here, so if he's stringing me along he's also stringing them along.
ANYWAY.
I will probably go hit on cute bartender at some point. Because he's cute.
Quote from: Nigel on March 02, 2014, 04:12:07 AM
But we've been friends for 20 years.
......
I will probably go hit on cute bartender at some point. Because he's cute.
Oh, well, DERP. :oops: Don't mind me. Either way good luck! Getting a nice guy can be a blast.
My SaturdaySpent way too much time in bed- half sleeping half with my silicone friends.
Got up and tried to make some phone calls.
Got a wrong number who CALLED ME BACK.
Chatted with Mr Wrong number and decided to random meet up for burgers!
Had this stuck in my head as I drove there. (http://youtu.be/vqonFv4oIhM)
Mr Wrong Number was a no-show. Oh well. Burger time!
Came home and chatted on 4chan while drinking way too much tea.
Made a few new contacts: sweet little 18 year old film student and random dude into bondage.
I love making Pen Pals.
Chris calls up at 3 Am- late night shopping has yielded a brand new Wii U!
Chatter about gaming systems for almost an hour. He's looking forward to showing it off soon.
My tea buzz is wearing down. Going to head to bed soon.
I probably spend way too much to get my Saturday Nights, but they've basically been outlawed or run out of business on Long Island, so I take them where I can get them (which is by driving/ferrying off the world's most gentrified sandbar).
Saturday Night is in your HEAD, man.
It's in MY head, in my heeee---aaaad.
Zombie
Zombie
Zombie
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on March 02, 2014, 03:06:59 PM
I probably spend way too much to get my Saturday Nights, but they've basically been outlawed or run out of business on Long Island, so I take them where I can get them (which is by driving/ferrying off the world's most gentrified sandbar).
ALL the Saturday Nights™ are outlawed.
Quote from: Nigel on February 27, 2014, 08:01:00 PM
This weekend, in order:
Make seed plant phylogeny flash cards
Study mass extinction events
Take chemistry midterm
Do endless chemistry online problems
Lay head down and cry
What the hell kind of mass extinction event are you planning that it requires both extensive chemistry knowledge and seed plant phylogeny??
Quote from: :regret: on March 04, 2014, 11:16:31 AM
Quote from: Nigel on February 27, 2014, 08:01:00 PM
This weekend, in order:
Make seed plant phylogeny flash cards
Study mass extinction events
Take chemistry midterm
Do endless chemistry online problems
Lay head down and cry
What the hell kind of mass extinction event are you planning that it requires both extensive chemistry knowledge and seed plant phylogeny??
Shhhhh, don't worry your pretty head.
You're gonna spoil the surprise! :P
My Saturday Night was extra long and girthy this time. TWO DAYS baby! By the way, my Saturday Night may be rearranging itself in regards to actual days- I'll probably be working weekends at my new job once I start.
Friday
Cab company is calling me in. Interview time!
Guess what? I'm IN. Sweet! Contact Tuesday for more details.
Call mom, tell her the good news. She just asks for more moving boxes. Gee, thanks.
Expectation: Brandon calls, hangs out around 8 PM. Chris meets us at the Arcade.
Reality: Chris calls, hangs out around 8 PM. Brandon meets us at the Arcade. Eris is laughing.
NERDY DANCEYDANCE TIME! I kick some ass (by my standards anyway).
Brandon backs me up on the mat- great work, dancebro!
best songs of the night: Actual song (chart link)
"Fantastic Baby (http://youtu.be/AAbokV76tkU)" (8- hard (http://youtu.be/BxBiSewOOiQ))
"Come Clean (http://youtu.be/L9tB4KieHB4)" (12- Expert (http://youtu.be/1MxK-Yw29k4))
"Lemmings on the Run (http://youtu.be/tlJCe9FnTWI)" (7- Hard (http://youtu.be/f6SJmX3Ae3I?t=7s)).
Yes- I played these across three different games. My arcade rocks.
Chill outside with Chris and Ralph.
Drive around with Chris and stare at the pretty moon over the water. SO PRETTY.
Random conversation about cocks turns into "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Laugh about it.
Grab sandwiches and head home.
Saturday
Wake up phone call: Chris wants to come over.
5 minutes later Chris gets to see what I look like when I roll out of bed. ZOMBIE RED.
Talk for a bit. He asks "So, still wanna see?"
I'm horny- this sounds like a bad idea right now.
Nice tea, nice conversation and I whip up a nice thick Italian soup.
The kind with spinach, beef broth and pastina. Fresh basil. YUM.
Also SNUGGLES! Snuggles are also nice.
Get curious and decide to peek anyway.
Not used to being this open with a friend, but can't complain. Feels nice.
Chris heads home. Spend rest of night listening to music and watching videos.
Make Pineapple Chicken for dinner. Yush- I'm eating well!
Also watched "This Is The End"- stupid juvenile movie. At least it had actual jokes? Meh.
I went to Richacon
Had three drinks
went home
No booze, no pot, no kayaking. Went for a bike ride with P3nTGF. First time on one of those things for decades. My arse feels like I just got out of prison :eek:
Quote from: Tom on March 04, 2014, 06:54:23 PM
Quote from: :regret: on March 04, 2014, 11:16:31 AM
Quote from: Nigel on February 27, 2014, 08:01:00 PM
This weekend, in order:
Make seed plant phylogeny flash cards
Study mass extinction events
Take chemistry midterm
Do endless chemistry online problems
Lay head down and cry
What the hell kind of mass extinction event are you planning that it requires both extensive chemistry knowledge and seed plant phylogeny??
Shhhhh, don't worry your pretty head.
Heh, slightly disturbing.
Also, no-one ever calls my head pretty. Ugly is actually one of the more common nicknames. I think i need to beat up my friends some more.
Quote from: Red on March 09, 2014, 08:34:13 AM
My Saturday Night was extra long and girthy this time. TWO DAYS baby! By the way, my Saturday Night may be rearranging itself in regards to actual
(...)
Also watched "This Is The End"- stupid juvenile movie. At least it had actual jokes? Meh.
You, Ma'am, know how to do saturday night. Also, i am quite sure you are quite young, though quite responsible for your age. 22?
Sometimes you just gotta slap on a motorcycle helmet and practice your tai-chi in a place where it's sure to bringing maddening levels of confusion to your household pets...BECAUSE SATURDAY NIGHT, BABY!
***and sometimes you end up having to replace dog beds the household pets tear to shreds in their mad and confused states
Quote from: :regret: on March 10, 2014, 06:52:35 PM
Quote from: Red on March 09, 2014, 08:34:13 AM
My Saturday Night was extra long and girthy this time. TWO DAYS baby! By the way, my Saturday Night may be rearranging itself in regards to actual
(...)
Also watched "This Is The End"- stupid juvenile movie. At least it had actual jokes? Meh.
You, Ma'am, know how to do saturday night. Also, i am quite sure you are quite young, though quite responsible for your age. 22?
I actually turn 29 on Wednesday. 8) I just like running around and having fun. You don't have to get older, just get wiser.
Since our gaming lounge closed, the arcade is the go-to hang out spot for nerds who don't feel like chucking dice right now. The place is loaded with scientists, engineers, military guys and working class nerds of all ages after 8 PM. We never turn away newcommers just because they're not kids!
If you're wondering, the lounge didn't close due to lack of income: it was too close to a prissy college that has a strict "no video games" policy. There are underground pokemon tournaments where people shift the locations in order to prevent getting expelled due to poke-battles. I'm not joking. Either way, stupid college threw money at people for over a year to force the place to close.
Luckily the arcade is just far enough away to be safe... for now.
You actually do have to get older. Trust me, I tried to stop. It turns out that the universe is a REAL DICK about things like that.
And if you think you actually get wiser.... I have some news for you.
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 06:27:08 AM
You actually do have to get older. Trust me, I tried to stop. It turns out that the universe is a REAL DICK about things like that.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 11, 2014, 08:23:20 AM
And if you think you actually get wiser.... I have some news for you.
:lulz: :lulz: Ah, peedee. Where no platitude is left unmolested.
Quote from: :regret: on March 11, 2014, 11:17:18 AM
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 06:27:08 AM
You actually do have to get older. Trust me, I tried to stop. It turns out that the universe is a REAL DICK about things like that.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 11, 2014, 08:23:20 AM
And if you think you actually get wiser.... I have some news for you.
:lulz: :lulz: Ah, peedee. Where no platitude is left unmolested.
I'M LIVING PROOF!
:lmnuendo:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 11, 2014, 11:18:13 AM
Quote from: :regret: on March 11, 2014, 11:17:18 AM
Quote from: Tom on March 11, 2014, 06:27:08 AM
You actually do have to get older. Trust me, I tried to stop. It turns out that the universe is a REAL DICK about things like that.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 11, 2014, 08:23:20 AM
And if you think you actually get wiser.... I have some news for you.
:lulz: :lulz: Ah, peedee. Where no platitude is left unmolested.
I'M LIVING PROOF!
:lmnuendo:
:lulz:
Quote from: Nigel on March 11, 2014, 06:27:08 AM
You actually do have to get older. Trust me, I tried to stop. It turns out that the universe is a REAL DICK about things like that.
Getting older more slowly than the guys next to me is the best I've managed. Still falling to shit at a steady rate and waiting patiently for rejuvenation nano-potions...
My first Saturday Night in a long time was this Thursday. I don't know anyone in this city, so I joined a Pathfinder game over Skype with some internet nerds. Heavy homebrew, space opera setting, still fun as shit. I know it'll be really, really unbalanced and I'll probably die in the first combat, but so far I'm having fun anyway as a cleric of Azathoth. I'm also quickly becoming the party troll, in a way that the rest of the group seems to find genuinely funny.
I took the Evangelist (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/core-classes/cleric/archetypes/paizo---cleric-archetypes/evangelist) archetype, so I'll be spouting nihilistic rants in the midst of combat about the intrinsic meaninglessness of life and apathy of my god of choice, and the party'll get morale bonuses for it.
Fuck saturday night. Burn.
Quote from: President Television on March 15, 2014, 07:33:26 PMI took the Evangelist (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/core-classes/cleric/archetypes/paizo---cleric-archetypes/evangelist) archetype, so I'll be spouting nihilistic rants in the midst of combat about the intrinsic meaninglessness of life and apathy of my god of choice, and the party'll get morale bonuses for it.
:lol:
Saturday Night leaves scars. :lulz:
(https://scontent-a-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/t1.0-9/1489019_690229454362047_1131000248_n.jpg)
It cleaned up pretty good.
I bet it bled like a mad bastard, though.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 16, 2014, 06:03:16 PM
I bet it bled like a mad bastard, though.
Yeah. Richter and I got it to stop bleeding in relatively short order, though.
Ouch! You're supposed to have fun, but not that much fun.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 17, 2014, 01:42:42 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 16, 2014, 09:11:37 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 16, 2014, 06:03:16 PM
I bet it bled like a mad bastard, though.
Yeah. Richter and I got it to stop bleeding in relatively short order, though.
Duct tape?
Soldering Iron.
Christ, Roger. Glad you're ok.
(https://scontent-a-lga.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn2/t1.0-9/1970937_10152079887589926_995976525_n.jpg)