Al Pacino has been behind this since the 1970s... I'll never forget the time when, during an impassioned speach in front of a bank in Brooklyn, he yelled "GATTACA!!! GATTACA!! REMEMBER GATTACA?!?"
I can see it now: Every week Satan, who is inexplicably dressed in a green labcoat and assisted by a guy named Frank, will send Jack a bad movie that slipped through the cracks of the rating system. Of course, Jack will be kept company by some wise-cracking friends made out of brimstone.
I went to high school with a guy who complained one day about how his dad had given him a drug test from a kit that he'd bought at the local Rite Aid. According to the kit, the guy tested positive for marijuana, LSD, heroin and cocaine use.
The guy protested furiously, as he had only used marijauna and cocaine, with the occasional Aderol.
About an hour before I heard the news, one of my roommates and I were discussing Vonnegut, and I even went so far as to get out my copy (really stolen from my dad) of Slaughterhouse 5.
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*Yawn* Robot Monkey overlords... something about welcoming... you know the drill. I don't feel like writing it all out.
Do you really want a bad OS coupled with a non-functional frustration detection system? The potential for recursive infuriation is astounding.
I'm still busy trying to figure out how to build this damned Interocitor.
Good luck trying to find the option, I just went through every "Privacy Setting" section and the button to turn it off is nowhere to be found.
As much as the privacy issue bugs me, I don't think I really have a right to complain, seeing as I put the information up there.
Also, as a straight agnostic, I'm really sick of getting ads for Christian philosophy websites and gay dating networks.
All I want is an amp that goes up to 11.
Somewhere, Special Agent Dale Cooper of the FBI is crying over the continuing plight of the Tibetan people...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=vrb51EGXGqs
Someday I'm gonna be walking around an apartment in Paris to find a computer program that greets me with a full summary of my file...
The smarter you are the more likely you are to be on /. and if you're on /. well... we all know what that does to your sex life.
Crank the Molly Hatchet and let's roll!
I agree with you there, but I'd also like to have seen No One Lives Forever on that list.
Is it just me, or does the mental image of a teddy bear on top of a six foot robot not seem comforting at all?
To be fair, my mental image is that of a severed teddy bear head duct-taped to the top of a robot that looks like something out of Invader Zim...
I never thought I'd live to see the day when I came down on M$'s side, but here it is...
When they pry it from my cold, dead hard drive.
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Al Pacino has been behind this since the 1970s... I'll never forget the time when, during an impassioned speach in front of a bank in Brooklyn, he yelled "GATTACA!!! GATTACA!! REMEMBER GATTACA?!?"
I can see it now: Every week Satan, who is inexplicably dressed in a green labcoat and assisted by a guy named Frank, will send Jack a bad movie that slipped through the cracks of the rating system. Of course, Jack will be kept company by some wise-cracking friends made out of brimstone.
I went to high school with a guy who complained one day about how his dad had given him a drug test from a kit that he'd bought at the local Rite Aid. According to the kit, the guy tested positive for marijuana, LSD, heroin and cocaine use.
The guy protested furiously, as he had only used marijauna and cocaine, with the occasional Aderol.
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About an hour before I heard the news, one of my roommates and I were discussing Vonnegut, and I even went so far as to get out my copy (really stolen from my dad) of Slaughterhouse 5.
Forget the cell phone, I want my Explod-o-Molar!
But will it play Duke Nukem Forever?
I read Yamamoto as Yamoto at first glance.
I'd being suing whoever gave me that nickname if I were him...
Paraphrased from "Sports Night"...
ISAAC: Happy Birthday is copyrighted?
DANNY: By Mildred and Patty Hill...
ISAAC: It took two people to write that song?