Good. I find it ridiculous that this pub can be in existence for so long without one hushed word from Tolkien's people, then BANG, IZZA MOVIE and those involved in the film (The Money) start throwing their toys out of the pram. The only way I could see this as a problem is if the place was built less than ten years ago, with every inch of wall space coated in movie stills and there was hard evidence that the pub somehow affected New Line's economic climate. Everyone involved in the films does understand how much money they've made in the last 13 years, correct? Hell, in a perfect world, people and businesses SHOULD be able to cash in on the freakin' films; we're all owed for the trickling-in of the first DVD release then OH, here's the extended edition... oh hey, five years later, theatrical... you've made your nickel, guys, let it go.
Clever perhaps, but I'm targeting the drama behind it. If it'd just been them doing what they did with a few "a'right!"s and what not, big deal. But it had its own score, the teary eyes and all. That's what I find amusing.
Wouldn't matter to me. If I tried faking something like that to make it look as real as possible, when it can be totally debunked with on tiny viewing--with that much drama-llamas? If I'd been fooled (wasn't), I'd think "Huh. Stupid jerks," then moved on to watch more vids.
Can you imagine how insanely stupid the participants must feel? "YEEEA!" tears in their eyes, stumbling on speech, inspirational music... only to have their act be completed debunked by the most basic physics. I find that particularly amusing.
My parents and their friends were sitting around at our wedding table, all arguing on when the mass-suicide of Jim Jones' cult happened. "It was 1982, I think." "No, it was '81." I said, "No, it was '78." Dad looked it up and found that yup, I was right. "But you were only two years old! Did you look it up recently??"
"No, it's just the way it felt in time."
I can recall things from waaaay back into infancy (you can't believe the blackmail material I have on Mom, and what she doesn't WANT me to remember, lol), but go on, ask me what I had for breakfast. All you'll get is a blank, stupid stare. Hell, I forgot to hit 'post' when I first tried posting this comment here, only hitting 'preview' then wandering off to other places. Always doing that.
Maybe I can cram a multivitamin in there too. Goodbye cancer-risk, hello smoky nutrition! A day's worth of vitamin C, and as much calcium as a glass of milk! Yes, this plan is infallible.
Back in October, I was writing 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN!' in the snow, having a chuckle. I stopped laughing when a storm blew in so fierce, so heavy, that it took out the entire Western MA. area's electricity. We were without power for a week, almost exactly. The snow was already heavy, but the fact that trees still had leaves on their branches added to the weight. Entire limbs--or just entire trees were everywhere. It was a spooky time, and it's only getting spookier. I should NOT be sweltering at work while wearing shorts, which is how it went yesterday. Anyone saying "so what, it's a heatwave" doesn't come from New England. We're used to crazy-assed weather, but this has got us all stumped.
Won't be a problem y'know, if, well... nobody buys the little babysitter. I tend not to fear shit I don't buy. If NO one buys it, they might not be able to sell them, amirite? *shakes head*... this is the shit I bring up when people complain about Big Banks. Don't USE a Big Bank, refuse to go to car dealerships that use Big Banks, and eventually, it'll all trickle down into those Big Banks failing. When it comes to this brand-spanking new throwback to '84, I don't care what doohickeys the thing has, keep it outta my living room, kthxbi.
Yeeea, I had some of the same problems with that, lol. I'm just gonna stick with "wow, he said cool shit!" and figure, in his words, "the rest is detail."
It doesn't matter whether Einstein himself was religious or not. He's not around to say "yea, I said that" or "wait, you're misquoting me!" when it comes to what's being put up from the university. How many times have we seen overzealous Christians twist everything Einstein said around so that it looks like he WAS super-religious and supported the idea that God exists? It's not the danger of Einstein twisting what he said, it's those holding the documents we need to be wary of. They can do what movie companies do, ie, take a movie reviewer's quote, "This movie has spunk, in the way that I feel unclean after watching it" and turn it into "This movie has spunk!..."
I myself don't put a ton of faith in ANY organization that might have an agenda in making a "reveal" like this whatsoever, especially a religious one. I don't care which religion it is. We'll see what they put out for the public, I guess.
There was a story I'd heard of Einstein years ago (who knows if it's true) , wherein after talking a while with a student on campus, he asked the student, "Tell me; where was I walking from when we met?" The student pointed toward the dining commons; Einstein smiled and said, "Ah, good, I ate lunch then."
Hey man, I don't mind if some places/sites/businesses charge for people to know things. I just don't think one should HAVE to pay to gain knowledge in every case, unless there's the end goal of a doctorate and a $Googolplex paycheck at the end of the workweek.:P
I remember when thunderf00t did a live supernova-showing from Pine Mountain in Oregon, freezing his balls off to let us see it happen. I'd just gotten into the main chatroom, sans the trolls we had to put up with in the general chat, hanging out with Dawkins and others who'd joined to watch while tf00t had serious technical difficulties... and juuust as he got everything sorted and started sending out the live-ish pics, my computer froze, leaving me to refresh, get sent back to the pit of voles-chat and miss everything. I cried.
What I wouldn't give to see a real, giant, ridiculously-scary-but-exhilarating, safe-distanced away supernova that makes midnight feel like noon.
Here I am on/., where you'd all laugh at me for not even having TV, complicated cell phone (NO cell, at the mo) or anything starting with an 'i'. For real and for serious, not even a conversion-box to watch HD local channels, just a TV set (a giant box, not a flat-screen; it came free when we saved an abused teenager from his gay-hating mom, as he brought it with him and let us keep it) VCR/DVD player and five shelves/one giant bureau drawer of movies. Couldn't keep up with the Crackberry payments. Don't care about Apple products.
Everything I need to know about the world is through the 'net, and I don't subscribe to any news-sites that require pay. I hop in here, google shit, whatever else. So the NYT charging money makes me turn my head and go stupid-eyed like a confused dog. I know WHY they do, they gotta charge, and why people prefer their services to others, but I've never subscribed to an actual paper, never mind pay for pixels. Am I too backwards? It's nothing against anyone/anything, or choices people make... I just don't find it necessary. I may not know everything that's going on in the world, but I'm not under a rock, either.
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Good. I find it ridiculous that this pub can be in existence for so long without one hushed word from Tolkien's people, then BANG, IZZA MOVIE and those involved in the film (The Money) start throwing their toys out of the pram. The only way I could see this as a problem is if the place was built less than ten years ago, with every inch of wall space coated in movie stills and there was hard evidence that the pub somehow affected New Line's economic climate. Everyone involved in the films does understand how much money they've made in the last 13 years, correct? Hell, in a perfect world, people and businesses SHOULD be able to cash in on the freakin' films; we're all owed for the trickling-in of the first DVD release then OH, here's the extended edition... oh hey, five years later, theatrical... you've made your nickel, guys, let it go.
As they say, test and experiment, test and experiment. *heads outside with a fork*
Clever perhaps, but I'm targeting the drama behind it. If it'd just been them doing what they did with a few "a'right!"s and what not, big deal. But it had its own score, the teary eyes and all. That's what I find amusing.
Wouldn't matter to me. If I tried faking something like that to make it look as real as possible, when it can be totally debunked with on tiny viewing--with that much drama-llamas? If I'd been fooled (wasn't), I'd think "Huh. Stupid jerks," then moved on to watch more vids.
Can you imagine how insanely stupid the participants must feel? "YEEEA!" tears in their eyes, stumbling on speech, inspirational music... only to have their act be completed debunked by the most basic physics. I find that particularly amusing.
It's the excuse to use child labor for their spaghetti dinners. Good Christ, they worked us like dogs.
My parents and their friends were sitting around at our wedding table, all arguing on when the mass-suicide of Jim Jones' cult happened. "It was 1982, I think." "No, it was '81." I said, "No, it was '78." Dad looked it up and found that yup, I was right. "But you were only two years old! Did you look it up recently??"
"No, it's just the way it felt in time."
I can recall things from waaaay back into infancy (you can't believe the blackmail material I have on Mom, and what she doesn't WANT me to remember, lol), but go on, ask me what I had for breakfast. All you'll get is a blank, stupid stare. Hell, I forgot to hit 'post' when I first tried posting this comment here, only hitting 'preview' then wandering off to other places. Always doing that.
Maybe I can cram a multivitamin in there too. Goodbye cancer-risk, hello smoky nutrition! A day's worth of vitamin C, and as much calcium as a glass of milk! Yes, this plan is infallible.
I was thinking of quitting smoking. Now I'll just take an aspirin with every cig. Problem solved!
Back in October, I was writing 'HAPPY HALLOWEEN!' in the snow, having a chuckle. I stopped laughing when a storm blew in so fierce, so heavy, that it took out the entire Western MA. area's electricity. We were without power for a week, almost exactly. The snow was already heavy, but the fact that trees still had leaves on their branches added to the weight. Entire limbs--or just entire trees were everywhere. It was a spooky time, and it's only getting spookier. I should NOT be sweltering at work while wearing shorts, which is how it went yesterday. Anyone saying "so what, it's a heatwave" doesn't come from New England. We're used to crazy-assed weather, but this has got us all stumped.
That's what they did.
Won't be a problem y'know, if, well... nobody buys the little babysitter. I tend not to fear shit I don't buy. If NO one buys it, they might not be able to sell them, amirite? *shakes head*... this is the shit I bring up when people complain about Big Banks. Don't USE a Big Bank, refuse to go to car dealerships that use Big Banks, and eventually, it'll all trickle down into those Big Banks failing. When it comes to this brand-spanking new throwback to '84, I don't care what doohickeys the thing has, keep it outta my living room, kthxbi.
Yeeea, I had some of the same problems with that, lol. I'm just gonna stick with "wow, he said cool shit!" and figure, in his words, "the rest is detail."
It doesn't matter whether Einstein himself was religious or not. He's not around to say "yea, I said that" or "wait, you're misquoting me!" when it comes to what's being put up from the university. How many times have we seen overzealous Christians twist everything Einstein said around so that it looks like he WAS super-religious and supported the idea that God exists? It's not the danger of Einstein twisting what he said, it's those holding the documents we need to be wary of. They can do what movie companies do, ie, take a movie reviewer's quote, "This movie has spunk, in the way that I feel unclean after watching it" and turn it into "This movie has spunk!..."
I myself don't put a ton of faith in ANY organization that might have an agenda in making a "reveal" like this whatsoever, especially a religious one. I don't care which religion it is. We'll see what they put out for the public, I guess.
There was a story I'd heard of Einstein years ago (who knows if it's true) , wherein after talking a while with a student on campus, he asked the student, "Tell me; where was I walking from when we met?" The student pointed toward the dining commons; Einstein smiled and said, "Ah, good, I ate lunch then."
Actually, the New York Post is probably better for that. Smoke away, I'm waiting to know stuff! :D
LOLZ, oh, I like you. You can stay. :D
Next time, as my title sez, smoke-signal it to me. I'm more likely to get it that way. :D
Ah. The reference was slightly vague, lol. Jerk. ;)
I keep seeing this, lolloplexing, scrolling down to read more... scrolling up, MORE lol; you gave the gift that keeps on giving.
the company says can penetrate every major browser, as well as other targets like iOS, Android, Adobe Reader and Microsoft Word.
NUUU not my slash!fic!! No touching my pr0n!
Oh wait, Microsoft Word required my first-born for payment, so I downloaded OpenOffice. Not on the list, MY PR0N IS SAFE.
Hey man, I don't mind if some places/sites/businesses charge for people to know things. I just don't think one should HAVE to pay to gain knowledge in every case, unless there's the end goal of a doctorate and a $Googolplex paycheck at the end of the workweek. :P
No, just shit-poor, really.
I remember when thunderf00t did a live supernova-showing from Pine Mountain in Oregon, freezing his balls off to let us see it happen. I'd just gotten into the main chatroom, sans the trolls we had to put up with in the general chat, hanging out with Dawkins and others who'd joined to watch while tf00t had serious technical difficulties... and juuust as he got everything sorted and started sending out the live-ish pics, my computer froze, leaving me to refresh, get sent back to the pit of voles-chat and miss everything. I cried.
What I wouldn't give to see a real, giant, ridiculously-scary-but-exhilarating, safe-distanced away supernova that makes midnight feel like noon.
Here I am on /., where you'd all laugh at me for not even having TV, complicated cell phone (NO cell, at the mo) or anything starting with an 'i'. For real and for serious, not even a conversion-box to watch HD local channels, just a TV set (a giant box, not a flat-screen; it came free when we saved an abused teenager from his gay-hating mom, as he brought it with him and let us keep it) VCR/DVD player and five shelves/one giant bureau drawer of movies. Couldn't keep up with the Crackberry payments. Don't care about Apple products.
Everything I need to know about the world is through the 'net, and I don't subscribe to any news-sites that require pay. I hop in here, google shit, whatever else. So the NYT charging money makes me turn my head and go stupid-eyed like a confused dog. I know WHY they do, they gotta charge, and why people prefer their services to others, but I've never subscribed to an actual paper, never mind pay for pixels. Am I too backwards? It's nothing against anyone/anything, or choices people make... I just don't find it necessary. I may not know everything that's going on in the world, but I'm not under a rock, either.