Well, if Joe Sixpack will dress up as Superman for Halloween then it's not that much of a stretch to wear some 50s garb and drink all weekend.
Think about Murder Mysteries, all sorts of people go on them and spend a weekend in a mansion pretending to be oil tycoons or hollywood actresses and getting involved in some huge charade. This is similar; everybody could be given a card detailing their own 'mission' and perhaps even their persona. Hell, you don't even have to have any participation whatsoever and just let people do their own thing and check out the facilities.
All it is, in essence, is a themed setting like the Aztec and Underwater zones you find in any theme-park.
At least in my idea there's regular entertainment like movies, cabaret and DRINKING DRINKING DRINKING. Furthermore, the British were reknowned for their war spirit and cohesion for the common cause in WW2, and this just gives the newer generation a taste of unity in cheering for Blighty, even if they know it's only tongue-in-cheek child's play.
I quite like the 50s theme-park idea myself. Well, my version is not so much a theme-park as an 'alternate reality experience'. The fact that it is isolated from the outside world is perfect for a 'blast from the past' opportunity, and already containing a lot of 50s equipment is a bonus.
Imagine going on a weekend trip with your significant other and/or a group of mates. When you get to the bunker you are given a change of 50s clothes and assigned rooms. You are told that the year is sometime in the 60s and the that nuclear strikes have devastated England, forcing many underground. The country is at war, and some of our brave men are fighting on the Russian front. Reports of troop advancements are broadcast over the sound system, and even the 'Prime Minister', who is living in a secured section of the bunker, could broadcast morale-boosting speeches during your stay there.
There could be a cinema showing old movies, and short propaganda films could even be appended. The article states that there is already a pub there - build a few more, perhaps even a 50s nightclub (cabaret?) and similar amenities. Basically, there would be the normal level entertainment found at any holiday camp, but with a twist - it's a different time/dimension and you are 'living there', wishing that the troops fighting alongside the Americans will come home safely, even though it's all fictional. Actors could summon people at random to perform 'important tasks' like tending to wounded soldiers fresh off a plane or manning a radio station.
It could be like a LARP, but more mainstream and far less geeky, i.e. a theme-park that tells you it's not a theme-park.
It must be because of the whole nuclear theme, as when I read your comment, I imagined killer bud in the literal sense: irradiated plants roaming the place chomping on kids and strangling people with vine-like tentacles. Let's hope that the bunker is indeed secure from fallout...
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I think the attraction with Zombie invasion scenarios lies in the fact that Zombies are pretty easy to defeat and not all that terrifying, yet scary enough to get that adrenaline (and the shotgun) pumping. The people that wish for a zombie invasion would likely balk at the idea of Gigeresque aliens or more sinister enemies to defeat. Furthermore, as zombies are undead, there's no guilt involved in destroying them. Infact, because they once used to be your friendly neighbour or bus driver, you're more spurned on to 'set them free' by taking a switchblade to their neck.
If I may go all Tyler Durden on you for a second, I also believe that there are elements of the daily drudgery come into play when people have these fantasies. It's becoming increasingly difficult for us to die, ergo surviving is less of an effort. The instincts of ours that deal with fighting off tigers or getting a fire going so we don't freeze to death lie there helplessly and impotent, and we only experience that half-insane fear, half-fucking orgasmic jolt when we are held at knife-point or similar situations. We're in a comfortable rut of daily life where day-to-day challenges consist mostly of choosing what's for dinner or what Valentine's card to buy our wives. A zombie invasion changes all the rules, flips everything upside down. Suddenly there's a reason for being, suddenly a reason for continuing to exist. Fuck differences in religion, politics and sexuality, we're united in the common cause for stopping these bastards from eating us off the face of the Earth. And when we have finally blasted that last flesh eating motherfucker into a billion pieces, buried our dead and rebuilt our shopping malls, our breakfast will taste better than any other breakfast...
It's also likely that some of the motivation behind such fantasies is rooted in a 'purging' of a percentage of humanity, in the same way that a good war or disease bails some water from the boat of Mother Nature. If you take into account that you have to be quite dumb (or really unlucky) to be killed from a weak, shuffling zombie, then it's hard to deny that some people would wish for this as a Darwinistic chlorination of the gene pool.
Finally, I believe it also plays off of those fantasies that I'm sure everyone has had at some time, where everyone disappears from the face of the Earth, leaving you and perhaps a few friends to go anywhere you want, taking any car you fancy etc - an excuse for total freedom and perhaps anarchy.
I have to admit that, personally, half of me would like to see a Shaun Of The Dead-style zombie apocalypse. The idea of teaming up with my mates and driving to somewhere we can hole ourselves up and fend off some moronic undead with a chainsaw or cricket bat (no gunshops or easily discoverable stashes of firearms over here in Britain) does tickle my fancy somewhat...
If you'll allow me to adapt a popular urban legend for this particular scenario...
American scientists spent millions of dollars on producing wall surface coverings that would absorb any voice vibrations in order to counter microwave listening devices.
Leela: "Didn't you have remote controls in the 20th century?"
Fry: "Well sure, but not for humans! Only for tv and radio...and stereos...and DVD Players. And for air conditioning, blinds, and toy cars, and Robosapiens, and banana label machines, and Nintendo. But not for humans! No sirree."
it's weird to think that the people who posed in those leather jackets and other costumes are going about their daily lives right now, be it sex, sleep or grocery shopping. They might even have families and mortgages to pay They are real people!
Simple, just say to the others, 'hey guys I've spilt my milkshake' and watch as everybody unstraps to hoover up all of those delicious floating globules like Homer did with the potato chips.
you're just an ignorant ass that is flat out wrong. Not to mention people like me that RUN 3 miles a DAY and WALK almost everywhere.
You know it's funny, I don't take offence or go off on some misguided rant every time someone knocks my country's dentistry, even though I have clean, straight and white teeth. Perhaps it's because us Brits can be very self-deprecating (and it shows in a lot of our humour), but perhaps it is also because I am aware that, in comparison to America, our teeth are a bit 'shoddy'. If the joke is funny, then I will laugh, as I did when I saw the Big Book of British Smiles gag in The Simpsons. However, as our country continues to ferverently emulate your own in many ways (as witnessed by the recent boom in whitening treatments and similar work), this stereotype may soon weaken and lose its appeal. On the other hand, with the lack of NHS dentists, we might have to deal with goofy gnashers for some time to come.
So let's look at what I did with an American stereotype. The United States is the fattest nation on the planet. THIS IS A FACT. No amount of screaming until you are blue in the face will change this fact any time soon (unless screaming burns off a lot of calories, that is). So what I did, is I took a strong American stereotype and ran with it on a comical tangent. I did not mean to be nasty. I did not mean to offend (well, perhaps a little bit, in a friendly way). I like a lot of things about America. I like a lot of Americans. Do I think that every single American is obese? Of course not. However, stereotypical humour tends to lose its appeal when you start adding disclaimers...Your over-zealous attempt to convince me that you're a fit and healthy American, as though you're some magical unicorn that really does exist, is totally unnecessary. Anyone who started reading this paragraph and thought I was anti-American is grossly misguided.
People, people. The ability to laugh at yourself is A GOOD THING (TM). It shows that you are easy-going, open-minded and intelligent enough to read between the lines, whatever those lines may be. The day that we can all act like adults and deal with context and friendly fun-poking and judge good humour for what it is - good humour - is A GOOD DAY (TM). And I'm talking to everyone here - Americans, Brits and gargantuan Swedes alike:P
If you were too lazy/tired to read/comprehend all of the above, I'll sum up the gist in four words:
Why is American greed seen as "bad", but these Nigerian's greed can be justified?
Nowhere in the grandparent's post was there any indication that the Nigerian's actions are justified. He was just focusing on the reasons and motives behind the victims. Who says both sides can't be greedy?
Oh wait, I forgot that I'm posting on Slashdot (a.k.a. Binaryworld).
I've heard they have created a new character to join Ronald McDonald et al. The Packet Pincher, who wears black and white and carries a sack with 'Bandwidth' written on it, is in a homosexual relationship with the Hamburglar and will be used to teach kids the danger of using bandwidth that they are not entitled to. McDonalds executives believe that the Packet Pincher will be a hit at birthday parties, as kids will be encouraged to boo him away when a costumed employee interrupts the party carrying the characters gold-coloured Laptop of Leeching and asks the kids for the latest torrents.
Slashdot Mirror
Whereas Microsoft's slogan is:
Do evil.*
*Except in Nebraska.
If I may interweave some Family Guy:
Peter Griffin: Why would I need robot insurance? There's never been a robot uprising before.
Robot Insurance Salesman: Well, don't you think we're overdue for one?
Peter Griffin: Touché, salesman.
Well, if Joe Sixpack will dress up as Superman for Halloween then it's not that much of a stretch to wear some 50s garb and drink all weekend.
Think about Murder Mysteries, all sorts of people go on them and spend a weekend in a mansion pretending to be oil tycoons or hollywood actresses and getting involved in some huge charade. This is similar; everybody could be given a card detailing their own 'mission' and perhaps even their persona. Hell, you don't even have to have any participation whatsoever and just let people do their own thing and check out the facilities.
All it is, in essence, is a themed setting like the Aztec and Underwater zones you find in any theme-park.
At least in my idea there's regular entertainment like movies, cabaret and DRINKING DRINKING DRINKING. Furthermore, the British were reknowned for their war spirit and cohesion for the common cause in WW2, and this just gives the newer generation a taste of unity in cheering for Blighty, even if they know it's only tongue-in-cheek child's play.
I quite like the 50s theme-park idea myself. Well, my version is not so much a theme-park as an 'alternate reality experience'. The fact that it is isolated from the outside world is perfect for a 'blast from the past' opportunity, and already containing a lot of 50s equipment is a bonus.
Imagine going on a weekend trip with your significant other and/or a group of mates. When you get to the bunker you are given a change of 50s clothes and assigned rooms. You are told that the year is sometime in the 60s and the that nuclear strikes have devastated England, forcing many underground. The country is at war, and some of our brave men are fighting on the Russian front. Reports of troop advancements are broadcast over the sound system, and even the 'Prime Minister', who is living in a secured section of the bunker, could broadcast morale-boosting speeches during your stay there.
There could be a cinema showing old movies, and short propaganda films could even be appended. The article states that there is already a pub there - build a few more, perhaps even a 50s nightclub (cabaret?) and similar amenities. Basically, there would be the normal level entertainment found at any holiday camp, but with a twist - it's a different time/dimension and you are 'living there', wishing that the troops fighting alongside the Americans will come home safely, even though it's all fictional. Actors could summon people at random to perform 'important tasks' like tending to wounded soldiers fresh off a plane or manning a radio station.
It could be like a LARP, but more mainstream and far less geeky, i.e. a theme-park that tells you it's not a theme-park.
It must be because of the whole nuclear theme, as when I read your comment, I imagined killer bud in the literal sense: irradiated plants roaming the place chomping on kids and strangling people with vine-like tentacles. Let's hope that the bunker is indeed secure from fallout...
I think the attraction with Zombie invasion scenarios lies in the fact that Zombies are pretty easy to defeat and not all that terrifying, yet scary enough to get that adrenaline (and the shotgun) pumping. The people that wish for a zombie invasion would likely balk at the idea of Gigeresque aliens or more sinister enemies to defeat. Furthermore, as zombies are undead, there's no guilt involved in destroying them. Infact, because they once used to be your friendly neighbour or bus driver, you're more spurned on to 'set them free' by taking a switchblade to their neck.
If I may go all Tyler Durden on you for a second, I also believe that there are elements of the daily drudgery come into play when people have these fantasies. It's becoming increasingly difficult for us to die, ergo surviving is less of an effort. The instincts of ours that deal with fighting off tigers or getting a fire going so we don't freeze to death lie there helplessly and impotent, and we only experience that half-insane fear, half-fucking orgasmic jolt when we are held at knife-point or similar situations. We're in a comfortable rut of daily life where day-to-day challenges consist mostly of choosing what's for dinner or what Valentine's card to buy our wives. A zombie invasion changes all the rules, flips everything upside down. Suddenly there's a reason for being, suddenly a reason for continuing to exist. Fuck differences in religion, politics and sexuality, we're united in the common cause for stopping these bastards from eating us off the face of the Earth. And when we have finally blasted that last flesh eating motherfucker into a billion pieces, buried our dead and rebuilt our shopping malls, our breakfast will taste better than any other breakfast...
It's also likely that some of the motivation behind such fantasies is rooted in a 'purging' of a percentage of humanity, in the same way that a good war or disease bails some water from the boat of Mother Nature. If you take into account that you have to be quite dumb (or really unlucky) to be killed from a weak, shuffling zombie, then it's hard to deny that some people would wish for this as a Darwinistic chlorination of the gene pool.
Finally, I believe it also plays off of those fantasies that I'm sure everyone has had at some time, where everyone disappears from the face of the Earth, leaving you and perhaps a few friends to go anywhere you want, taking any car you fancy etc - an excuse for total freedom and perhaps anarchy.
I have to admit that, personally, half of me would like to see a Shaun Of The Dead-style zombie apocalypse. The idea of teaming up with my mates and driving to somewhere we can hole ourselves up and fend off some moronic undead with a chainsaw or cricket bat (no gunshops or easily discoverable stashes of firearms over here in Britain) does tickle my fancy somewhat...
Check you mailbox, AOL are sending the Internet out on CD.
If you'll allow me to adapt a popular urban legend for this particular scenario...
American scientists spent millions of dollars on producing wall surface coverings that would absorb any voice vibrations in order to counter microwave listening devices.
Russian scientists used a pencil.
Obligatory (mutilated) Futurama:
Leela: "Didn't you have remote controls in the 20th century?"
Fry: "Well sure, but not for humans! Only for tv and radio...and stereos...and DVD Players. And for air conditioning, blinds, and toy cars, and Robosapiens, and banana label machines, and Nintendo. But not for humans! No sirree."
it's weird to think that the people who posed in those leather jackets and other costumes are going about their daily lives right now, be it sex, sleep or grocery shopping. They might even have families and mortgages to pay They are real people!
That's not a feature, that's a bug!
Simple, just say to the others, 'hey guys I've spilt my milkshake' and watch as everybody unstraps to hoover up all of those delicious floating globules like Homer did with the potato chips.
Did the shuttle move for you, baby?
Re-entry.
And then he pulled out a knife and said, 'No more fucking around, give me that fucking jacket'?
Computers? Pah! Everyone knows that back in those days it was a midget with a box of money, trained to make BEEP! BEEP! noises.
If it's just a face value slap in the face
:P
;)
Which it is. Nice choice of words by the way.
you're just an ignorant ass that is flat out wrong. Not to mention people like me that RUN 3 miles a DAY and WALK almost everywhere.
You know it's funny, I don't take offence or go off on some misguided rant every time someone knocks my country's dentistry, even though I have clean, straight and white teeth. Perhaps it's because us Brits can be very self-deprecating (and it shows in a lot of our humour), but perhaps it is also because I am aware that, in comparison to America, our teeth are a bit 'shoddy'. If the joke is funny, then I will laugh, as I did when I saw the Big Book of British Smiles gag in The Simpsons. However, as our country continues to ferverently emulate your own in many ways (as witnessed by the recent boom in whitening treatments and similar work), this stereotype may soon weaken and lose its appeal. On the other hand, with the lack of NHS dentists, we might have to deal with goofy gnashers for some time to come.
So let's look at what I did with an American stereotype. The United States is the fattest nation on the planet. THIS IS A FACT. No amount of screaming until you are blue in the face will change this fact any time soon (unless screaming burns off a lot of calories, that is). So what I did, is I took a strong American stereotype and ran with it on a comical tangent. I did not mean to be nasty. I did not mean to offend (well, perhaps a little bit, in a friendly way). I like a lot of things about America. I like a lot of Americans. Do I think that every single American is obese? Of course not. However, stereotypical humour tends to lose its appeal when you start adding disclaimers...Your over-zealous attempt to convince me that you're a fit and healthy American, as though you're some magical unicorn that really does exist, is totally unnecessary. Anyone who started reading this paragraph and thought I was anti-American is grossly misguided.
People, people. The ability to laugh at yourself is A GOOD THING (TM). It shows that you are easy-going, open-minded and intelligent enough to read between the lines, whatever those lines may be. The day that we can all act like adults and deal with context and friendly fun-poking and judge good humour for what it is - good humour - is A GOOD DAY (TM). And I'm talking to everyone here - Americans, Brits and gargantuan Swedes alike
If you were too lazy/tired to read/comprehend all of the above, I'll sum up the gist in four words:
CHILL THE FUCK OUT.
Have a nice day
- A 'buck-toothed' Brit
Why is American greed seen as "bad", but these Nigerian's greed can be justified?
Nowhere in the grandparent's post was there any indication that the Nigerian's actions are justified. He was just focusing on the reasons and motives behind the victims. Who says both sides can't be greedy?
Oh wait, I forgot that I'm posting on Slashdot (a.k.a. Binaryworld).
Asking for 419 scam victim confessions on Slashdot is like asking for NASCAR stories at the opera. You ain't gonna get much...
And your shoes find out what it's like to walk a mile...
Well, all I know is that I'm gonna have to re-buy a sarcasm detector seeing my old one just exploded violently.
But what do fishermen have to do with DVD formats?
I kept kicking Peregrin Took out of my house every 5 minutes, but couldn't get rid of this bad hobbit in any way.
I have a sex addiction.
I can start anytime I want, I swear!
I've heard they have created a new character to join Ronald McDonald et al. The Packet Pincher, who wears black and white and carries a sack with 'Bandwidth' written on it, is in a homosexual relationship with the Hamburglar and will be used to teach kids the danger of using bandwidth that they are not entitled to. McDonalds executives believe that the Packet Pincher will be a hit at birthday parties, as kids will be encouraged to boo him away when a costumed employee interrupts the party carrying the characters gold-coloured Laptop of Leeching and asks the kids for the latest torrents.