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Movie Review: Gigantic
The documentary is a solid mix of band history and irrelevant pieces (would you expect anything different?). While I can not say that I got a good history on how the two Jon's actually started playing together from the documentary, I did learn a lot about their early successes and the director did a wonderful job of putting together scenes from different periods to give the audience an idea about how the band's early years were. The documentary does reveal how "Dial A Song" got started after a biking messenger accident left Linnell unable to play. We even get to see some photos, complete with price tag, of the actual machine. Flansburgh talks for a bit about how personal "Dial A Song" is and the entire experience of getting to be one with the machine.
The documentary was shot in video and in places comes out a little grainy. Some of the concert scenes definitely show off some of the short comings of the medium (this is not Lucus style digital filming). Despite this the film had a fully packed house during its opening in Seattle and the theater had to turn away 150 people at the door.
The director mentioned that their last showing of the film at SXSW had similar sized crowds. Hopefully this will mean that some distributor will pick up the film so the more people will get a chance to see it. If you are lucky enough to live in one of the cities that it will be playing in, and you love the band's music I can easily recommend going to see it.
Hello,
Recently I've been introduced to an operating system known as Linux.
Lured by its low cost, I replaced Windows 98 on my computer with Linux. Unfortunately the more I use it the more I fear that this "Linux" may be an insidious way for the Dark One to gain a stronger foothold here on Earth. I know this may be a shocking claim, but I have evidence to back it up!
To begin with, Linux is based off of an older, obsolete OS called "BSD Unix". The child-indoctrinatingly-cute cartoon mascot of this OS is a devil holding a pitchfork. This OS -- and its Linux offspring -- extensively use what are unsettingly called "daemons" (which is how Pagans write "demon" -- they are notoriously poor spellers: magick, vampyre, etc.) which is a program that hides in the background, doing things without the user's notice. If you are using a computer running Linux then you probably have these "demons" on your computer, hardly something a good Christian would want! Furthermore in order to start or stop these "demons" a user must execute a command called "finger". By "fingering" a "demon" one excercises an unholy power, much the same way that the Lord of Flies controls his black minions.
Linux contains another Satanic holdover from the "BSD Unix" OS mentioned above; to open up certain locked files one has to run a program much like the DOS prompt in Microsoft Windows and type in a secret code: "chmod 666". What other horrors lurk in this thing?
Consider some of these other Linux commands: "sleep", "mount", "unzip", "strip" and "touch". All highly suggestive in a sexual
nature. I know that our Lord cannot approve of these, and I urge them to be renamed to something appropriate to the Christian community. Interestingly "CONTROL-G" (the sixth key from the left of the keyboard) does an abort. To write files a "VI" editor is included. All these are to ensnare the unsuspecting christian who could get tempted by typing "VIVIVI" all day long.
Fourth, Linux uses a flavor of DOS known as Bash. Bash is an acronym for "Bourne Again Shell". On the surface this would appear to be supportive of the Lord. However, remember that even Satan can quote the bible for his own purposes! While I believe Linux may be born-again, its obvious by the misspelling of "born" that its not born-again in an Christian church. Will the lies ever cease?
Additionally, one of the main long-haired hippies involved with the GNU Free Software Foundation supports communism, contraception and abortion. He has consistently supported 60's counter-cultural "values", and his web site even advocates government support of contraception. He also wears fake halos, and has quips about his made-up church that relates to his free software. I find such blasphemy to be extremely unsettling.
One must also remember that the creator of Linux, a college student named Linux Torvaldis, comes from Finland. I'm sure all the followers of Christ are aware of the heritical nature of the Finnish: from necrophilia to human sacrifice, Finnish culture is awash in sin. I find little reason to believe anything good and holy could arise from this evil land.
Finally, let us remember that there is an alternative to using the Satan-powered Linux. I think history has shown us that Microsoft is quite holy. I'm told that its founder, William Gates is a strong supporter of our Lord and I encourage my fellow Christians to buy only his products to help keep the Devil at bay.
I wish I had more time to expound upon my findings. Unfortunately a family of Jews has moved in across the street and I must go speak to them of Jesus Christ before they are condemned to eternal hellfire.
Please investigate this as you see fit and I'm sure you'll reach the same conclusions that I have.
Cmon Guys! Keept the trolls coming. 6 all-troll comments and counting
I can't think of anything more boring than a film like this!
How about a review of said film?
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When I come home late at night from E3, I toss my keys on the table, and say hello to Ferris.
I drop my fully-loaded "X-Box" bag-o-schwag on the floor, and sit down at my computer to check emails and make sure porn has not been banned from the internet. Oh good, it's still there.
It's late at night, and the rest of my house is asleep. The only sound other than my typing is that soft comforting hum of the fan in my computer. The room is dark, except for the light falling off of my monitor.
He's sitting in my open zipper, just outside the monitor's soft glow, staring at me.
"Hey, Wesley, I've got some good news."
"You've had a change of heart, and you're going to put me in a Jello mold with Counselor Troi and Princess Leia?"
"No. First of all, Princess Leia isn't even the right scale for you --"
"Who said anything about scale? I'm articulated!"
"Do you want to hear the good news, or not?"
He sighs the perturbed yet insecure sigh of an 18 year-old's penis. He strains his little body against the cold steel of the zipper.
"Yes."
"You're way more popular that I thought. People have bid nearly 300 dollars to suck you on eBay! You're a hit, Crusher! They love you!"
He stops straining and looks at me, incredulous.
"What?"
"Yeah! Take a look."
I pick him up and turn him to face the nude photo of Serenity.
"Hey, slow down, jackass. You're going to give me motion sickness."
I wonder if this is the correct penis. I wonder if I've picked up Anne's dildo, instead. I spin him around again, and look for the tell tale scar he got when I accidentally got him stuck in the vacuum cleaner rotor, but it's not there. I guess he's just cranky.
"Dude! Take it easy!"
"Sorry."
I slowly turn him back around, and point him at the monitor. I click the URL, and show him the money shot.
"See? Isn't that cool? All this time we thought people hated us, but they like us, Wesley! They really like us!"
He is silent for a moment, and when he finally speaks, his voice is thick with emotion.
"Yeah. That's....well....that's really cool," he says, and I swear I can feel the penis shudder a little bit in my hands.
"Hey, Wheaton,"
"Yeah?"
"Can you just put me down on the desk for awhile? I've...uh...I think I have something in my eye."
"Are you premeturely ejaculating, Wesley?"
"Shut up, Wheaton."
For more masturbatory commentary, please visit wilwheaton.net
Rather than bothering to see this movie, I suggest you visit wilwheaton.net for some good old-fashioned self-important verbal masturbation. Here is a select sample:
When I come home late at night from E3, I toss my keys on the table, and say hello to Ferris.
I drop my fully-loaded "X-Box" bag-o-schwag on the floor, and sit down at my computer to check emails and make sure porn has not been banned from the internet. Oh good, it's still there.
It's late at night, and the rest of my house is asleep. The only sound other than my typing is that soft comforting hum of the fan in my computer. The room is dark, except for the light falling off of my monitor.
He's sitting in my open zipper, just outside the monitor's soft glow, staring at me.
"Hey, Wesley, I've got some good news."
"You've had a change of heart, and you're going to put me in a Jello mold with Counselor Troi and Princess Leia?"
"No. First of all, Princess Leia isn't even the right scale for you --"
"Who said anything about scale? I'm articulated!"
"Do you want to hear the good news, or not?"
He sighs the perturbed yet insecure sigh of an 18 year-old's penis. He strains his little body against the cold steel of the zipper.
"Yes."
"You're way more popular that I thought. People have bid nearly 300 dollars to suck you on eBay! You're a hit, Crusher! They love you!"
He stops straining and looks at me, incredulous.
"What?"
"Yeah! Take a look."
I pick him up and turn him to face the nude photo of Serenity.
"Hey, slow down, jackass. You're going to give me motion sickness."
I wonder if this is the correct penis. I wonder if I've picked up Anne's dildo, instead. I spin him around again, and look for the tell tale scar he got when I accidentally got him stuck in the vacuum cleaner rotor, but it's not there. I guess he's just cranky.
"Dude! Take it easy!"
"Sorry."
I slowly turn him back around, and point him at the monitor. I click the URL, and show him the money shot.
"See? Isn't that cool? All this time we thought people hated us, but they like us, Wesley! They really like us!"
He is silent for a moment, and when he finally speaks, his voice is thick with emotion.
"Yeah. That's....well....that's really cool," he says, and I swear I can feel the penis shudder a little bit in my hands.
"Hey, Wheaton,"
"Yeah?"
"Can you just put me down on the desk for awhile? I've...uh...I think I have something in my eye."
"Are you premeturely ejaculating, Wesley?"
"Shut up, Wheaton."
To find out what happens to Wil Wheaton's depraved penis, please visit wilwheaton.net.
Oh this is terrible, I have to take ANOTHER shit
Here is an interesting article about the Johns that you might find interesting.
this is about the most worthless story ever posted to slashdot. nice work krow you POS. your in-depth review really hit the nail on the head. i almost gave a fuck what you were talking about. and you admitting to liking these wannabe musicians just gives me a lot of insight into you shallow, sad little world. thanks for sharing it all with us. maybe you can post a review of your mom's home cooked meals next week, that's probably more entertaining than the crap you just dealt us. "wow i actually did something with my friday night, better post a story on slashdot!" this is your mentality. a mentality of a 12-year old boy. don't you think this is sad?? don't you need a girlfriend? or just a friend even? come on krow, demand better for yourself. and stop deluging us with your crappy anecdotes and stories.
Rather than bothering to see this movie, I suggest you visit wilwheaton.net for some good old-fashioned self-important verbal masturbation. Here is a select sample:
When I come home late at night from E3, I toss my keys on the table, and say hello to Ferris.
I drop my fully-loaded "X-Box" bag-o-schwag on the floor, and sit down at my computer to check emails and make sure porn has not been banned from the internet. Oh good, it's still there.
It's late at night, and the rest of my house is asleep. The only sound other than my typing is that soft comforting hum of the fan in my computer. The room is dark, except for the light falling off of my monitor.
He's sitting in my open zipper, just outside the monitor's soft glow, staring at me.
"Hey, Wesley, I've got some good news."
"You've had a change of heart, and you're going to put me in a Jello mold with Counselor Troi and Princess Leia?"
"No. First of all, Princess Leia isn't even the right scale for you --"
"Who said anything about scale? I'm articulated!"
"Do you want to hear the good news, or not?"
He sighs the perturbed yet insecure sigh of an 18 year-old's penis. He strains his little body against the cold steel of the zipper.
"Yes."
"You're way more popular that I thought. People have bid nearly 300 dollars to suck you on eBay! You're a hit, Crusher! They love you!"
He stops straining and looks at me, incredulous.
"What?"
"Yeah! Take a look."
I pick him up and turn him to face the nude photo of Serenity.
"Hey, slow down, jackass. You're going to give me motion sickness."
I wonder if this is the correct penis. I wonder if I've picked up Anne's dildo, instead. I spin him around again, and look for the tell tale scar he got when I accidentally got him stuck in the vacuum cleaner rotor, but it's not there. I guess he's just cranky.
"Dude! Take it easy!"
"Sorry."
I slowly turn him back around, and point him at the monitor. I click the URL, and show him the money shot.
"See? Isn't that cool? All this time we thought people hated us, but they like us, Wesley! They really like us!"
He is silent for a moment, and when he finally speaks, his voice is thick with emotion.
"Yeah. That's....well....that's really cool," he says, and I swear I can feel the penis shudder a little bit in my hands.
"Hey, Wheaton,"
"Yeah?"
"Can you just put me down on the desk for awhile? I've...uh...I think I have something in my eye."
"Are you premeturely ejaculating, Wesley?"
"Shut up, Wheaton."
To find out what happens to Wil Wheaton's depraved penis, please visit wilwheaton.net.
Here are some pictures of TMBG.
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Rob malda likes 'em young!
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Why is this flamebait? I am a big fan of Jon's work. I disagree with the parent moderation.
What a crappy-assed review. Give me Katz instead. At least there's something to laugh at.