Say what you will, but a vacuum tube-powered space gun (such as one in TFA) is and always will be cooler than any realistic firearm. As an art piece based on a specific style, it not only makes a but of esoteric sense but also just sort of rules.
What gave them the right to badmouth Dune? Granted, it's the most avant-garde science fiction movie since, arguably, 2001, but it was fantastic at what it did. T'was a commercial bomb, of course, but what else would you expect from David Lynch?
I wouldn't worry about another sale of the company...Robert Khoo exists to make sure they don't fuck up like that again. As for the quality of the game, Gabe and Tycho seem excited for it, and though I have my doubts, I too am looking forward. It'll at the very least be some fun fanservice, and I've got no problem with that.
The thing is, these "flaws" of books are what give them their charm. Sitting next to me is a 70-year-old, worn-down copy of Moby Dick that I alone have read a number of times (not to mention its numerous prior owners). If you were to take away the personality, the wondrous old typeface and beauteous illustrations, the feel of the pages, the heft and mass, I'd rarely read it; it would merely be another file sitting in an ebook reader or what-have-you. Certainly, I run the risk of losing it in a fire, but I accept that risk because I'm just so glad to have it.
Of course, there's the point that books are an artistic medium that one interacts with on a somewhat personal, intimate level, whereas toilets (though occasionally one must get intimate with theirs) is just another static tool for use in the home. Improving a toilet is like updating a computer; the difference being that toilet technology's lifespan is far, far longer than that of any computing device. A toilet/bidet mix would be absolutely adored by most folk, I'm certain, and so would a self-cleaning mechanism.
For the record, dada should be removed from that list as it was decidednly anti-art. The creators didn't want to fit into the art world, and thefolks who aped them and added their pretensions etc. missed the point, really.
Being young, wee and full of vim is certainly a fun thing to be; of course our memories of the times are rosy and wondrous, etc. etc. But saying such glory cannot be found again, that innocence and purity and what-have-you are vital to true happiness is misguided and overly nostalgic. I'm sixteen years old, and despite the weight of earning the driver's license, getting a job, working on those grades, and the horrors of social contact in general, I'm twice (if not thrice!) as happy as I was when I was six. It's the feeling of moderate independence, the freedom to make absurd decisions that in no way affect the long term, the feeling of accomplishment at just about everything you do (well at least all the stuff you like), and (especially) the quasi-distorted, palpable, truly scrumptious view of the future.
I know that eventually I'll have to trade it in for some less-than-stellar job and a smelly home with a wife I quickly tire of, but in the meantime, life is as delicious as a ham salad, and just as savory.
As it is, a fist itself is easy to mess up: too many people position their thumb awkwardly, curl their fingers in, don't barce their wrists, etc. This kind of fighting will wreak havoc on everyone involved...fighting should be left to people of appropriate muscle mass and training. Besides, would you rather watch two skilled, experienced fighters maneuver their way throught their opponent's strikes and land some of their own, or two overweight nerds slap at each other in a garage?
6)He was lead in a production of Chicago a few years back. Seriously, this man's output is massive adn varied; everyone knows his name and he's still getting work.
Does anyone know if Star Trek (or other sci-fi) ever analyzed such issues?
In Transmetropolitan, the Makers (essentially the same idea; a rather sentient machine that transforms matter into goods) had to be upgraded because they were creating drugs for their own consumption. IIRC, the machines were programmed to disallow recreation of copyrighted material or anything overly dangerous...but due to their sentience, some of the seedier ones just did as they pleased.
Oh no. The adbombs come later. By the time Spider Jerusalem is born, ads will be just barely a blink on the screen, followed by subtle product placement in Sex Puppets, followed by some I-Pollen for good measure.
Well, usually you start out thinking you're in love...then later the problems come on. Lives changing, mental abuse, getting stuck in a rut...any number of things can happen at a later point in a relationship, including either participant becoming addicted to, well, anything. I've been there. It's no good.
As for the problem at hand, replacing WoW time with a physical activity (martial arts, sports) or some sort of art can give just as much, if not more reward as the game did, as well as ridding one of the addiction. You'd also need to work on it in different ways, i.e. the 12-step program, but if you're left with time to dwell upon how much you miss the game you'll have regressed rather than progressed. Always keep busy.
The Oscars did honor some fantastic films this year, yes. However, very few of them were widely advertised. Not once did I see an ad for Crash, nor Capote, nor Good Night and Good Luck; I'm sure the only reason Brokeback Mountain seems so hyped from my viewpoint is that every independednt paper in Seattle obsessed over it during its opening weeks. I may be wrong; the hype may have spread everywhere, but, well, I've not been out of town.
As for arthouse-style theaters in the world of today, Seattle is chock full of them; a ton of risky films come through town (currently in one theater are two films about young people in Nazi Germany and another entitled, quite bluntly, Gay Sex in the 70's), and for that reason the "young, not stupid" demographic is pulled into films galore. This past year, I've seen more movies than any year prior, but none of them were big-budget American films (unless you count that abomination of celluloid, Red Eye).
There are the two alternate universes (the regular one and the one with cowboy hats) and then there are those that came out of Farnsworth's universe machine, most of which were forgot about or likely rendered moot.
Ain't that a fact. The War At Home has no longevity, no personality and an annoying lead. I've watched a couple full episodes (just to give it a chance), but determined it's pretty much worthless....As is every other non-animated Fox series, the sole exceptions being Firefly and Arrested Development.
From what I remember, that season had some pretty hilarious moments, and unlike Friends, when the writers wanted to tug at heartstrings it didn't seem desperate. Despite it being an animated show about a robot, a lobster, a cyclops et al, the emotion was far more natural than that on Friends.
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Say what you will, but a vacuum tube-powered space gun (such as one in TFA) is and always will be cooler than any realistic firearm. As an art piece based on a specific style, it not only makes a but of esoteric sense but also just sort of rules.
Noise is emerging as a genre of tomorrow. Punk will be allowed to die soon.
What gave them the right to badmouth Dune? Granted, it's the most avant-garde science fiction movie since, arguably, 2001, but it was fantastic at what it did. T'was a commercial bomb, of course, but what else would you expect from David Lynch?
I wouldn't worry about another sale of the company...Robert Khoo exists to make sure they don't fuck up like that again.
As for the quality of the game, Gabe and Tycho seem excited for it, and though I have my doubts, I too am looking forward. It'll at the very least be some fun fanservice, and I've got no problem with that.
The thing is, these "flaws" of books are what give them their charm. Sitting next to me is a 70-year-old, worn-down copy of Moby Dick that I alone have read a number of times (not to mention its numerous prior owners). If you were to take away the personality, the wondrous old typeface and beauteous illustrations, the feel of the pages, the heft and mass, I'd rarely read it; it would merely be another file sitting in an ebook reader or what-have-you. Certainly, I run the risk of losing it in a fire, but I accept that risk because I'm just so glad to have it.
Of course, there's the point that books are an artistic medium that one interacts with on a somewhat personal, intimate level, whereas toilets (though occasionally one must get intimate with theirs) is just another static tool for use in the home. Improving a toilet is like updating a computer; the difference being that toilet technology's lifespan is far, far longer than that of any computing device. A toilet/bidet mix would be absolutely adored by most folk, I'm certain, and so would a self-cleaning mechanism.
In Soviet Russia, Linux run you!
For the record, dada should be removed from that list as it was decidednly anti-art. The creators didn't want to fit into the art world, and thefolks who aped them and added their pretensions etc. missed the point, really.
Being young, wee and full of vim is certainly a fun thing to be; of course our memories of the times are rosy and wondrous, etc. etc. But saying such glory cannot be found again, that innocence and purity and what-have-you are vital to true happiness is misguided and overly nostalgic. I'm sixteen years old, and despite the weight of earning the driver's license, getting a job, working on those grades, and the horrors of social contact in general, I'm twice (if not thrice!) as happy as I was when I was six. It's the feeling of moderate independence, the freedom to make absurd decisions that in no way affect the long term, the feeling of accomplishment at just about everything you do (well at least all the stuff you like), and (especially) the quasi-distorted, palpable, truly scrumptious view of the future.
I know that eventually I'll have to trade it in for some less-than-stellar job and a smelly home with a wife I quickly tire of, but in the meantime, life is as delicious as a ham salad, and just as savory.
In other words, I'm more correct than you.
Well, think of Star Wars Kid. He's a star, and you know why? Because thousands of people masturbate to his videos on the internet.
(or at least I hope I'm not alone)
Hey, lay off. Anyone could've made that mistake.
But I assumer there's a mention of "Enter-Fitness."
hard disks eh? i prefer to use wet storage
As it is, a fist itself is easy to mess up: too many people position their thumb awkwardly, curl their fingers in, don't barce their wrists, etc. This kind of fighting will wreak havoc on everyone involved...fighting should be left to people of appropriate muscle mass and training.
Besides, would you rather watch two skilled, experienced fighters maneuver their way throught their opponent's strikes and land some of their own, or two overweight nerds slap at each other in a garage?
I must question why one would actually enjoy listening to porn music. What a silly world we live in.
6)He was lead in a production of Chicago a few years back. Seriously, this man's output is massive adn varied; everyone knows his name and he's still getting work.
Does anyone know if Star Trek (or other sci-fi) ever analyzed such issues?
In Transmetropolitan, the Makers (essentially the same idea; a rather sentient machine that transforms matter into goods) had to be upgraded because they were creating drugs for their own consumption. IIRC, the machines were programmed to disallow recreation of copyrighted material or anything overly dangerous...but due to their sentience, some of the seedier ones just did as they pleased.
Oh no. The adbombs come later. By the time Spider Jerusalem is born, ads will be just barely a blink on the screen, followed by subtle product placement in Sex Puppets, followed by some I-Pollen for good measure.
1.Get off Slashdot 2.?? 3.Sex!
Stop calling me surely!
Why would you have a girlfriend you hate?
Well, usually you start out thinking you're in love...then later the problems come on. Lives changing, mental abuse, getting stuck in a rut...any number of things can happen at a later point in a relationship, including either participant becoming addicted to, well, anything. I've been there. It's no good.
As for the problem at hand, replacing WoW time with a physical activity (martial arts, sports) or some sort of art can give just as much, if not more reward as the game did, as well as ridding one of the addiction. You'd also need to work on it in different ways, i.e. the 12-step program, but if you're left with time to dwell upon how much you miss the game you'll have regressed rather than progressed. Always keep busy.
The Oscars did honor some fantastic films this year, yes. However, very few of them were widely advertised. Not once did I see an ad for Crash, nor Capote, nor Good Night and Good Luck; I'm sure the only reason Brokeback Mountain seems so hyped from my viewpoint is that every independednt paper in Seattle obsessed over it during its opening weeks. I may be wrong; the hype may have spread everywhere, but, well, I've not been out of town.
As for arthouse-style theaters in the world of today, Seattle is chock full of them; a ton of risky films come through town (currently in one theater are two films about young people in Nazi Germany and another entitled, quite bluntly, Gay Sex in the 70's), and for that reason the "young, not stupid" demographic is pulled into films galore. This past year, I've seen more movies than any year prior, but none of them were big-budget American films (unless you count that abomination of celluloid, Red Eye).
Replace the ski mask with some aviator sunglasses and a moustache, and you're rockin' out in some real antigovernment style.
There are the two alternate universes (the regular one and the one with cowboy hats) and then there are those that came out of Farnsworth's universe machine, most of which were forgot about or likely rendered moot.
Ain't that a fact. The War At Home has no longevity, no personality and an annoying lead. I've watched a couple full episodes (just to give it a chance), but determined it's pretty much worthless. ...As is every other non-animated Fox series, the sole exceptions being Firefly and Arrested Development.
From what I remember, that season had some pretty hilarious moments, and unlike Friends, when the writers wanted to tug at heartstrings it didn't seem desperate. Despite it being an animated show about a robot, a lobster, a cyclops et al, the emotion was far more natural than that on Friends.