Good christ. I’ve signed up for something called secondlife.
It’s a virtual world where anyone can do to anything.
Some people use it for really, really rad stuff.
Some people use it for total garbage.
It’s kind of weird.
Good christ. I’ve signed up for something called secondlife.
It’s a virtual world where anyone can do to anything.
Some people use it for really, really rad stuff.
Some people use it for total garbage.
It’s kind of weird.
Bleh, I already knew this. You are failing to entertain me, bitch.
Well shit did you get your new power supply? I hope you did or did you find what was the problem?
I might have to check this out 😛
Some people use it for really, really rad stuff.
Some people use it for total garbage.
So, in that aspect… it’s pretty much like real life. Hence the name I guess.
what do you do in it?
rad stuff, bad stuff, mad stuf?
fullstop, semicolon, blah, blah, blah
No, I get it. I just don’t like it.
bla bla bla…. hahhaahahaha…. I just got done doing my taxes. Sniff…. I like my goverment for once.
You want me to explain Jerk City?
That’s like trying to explain to your family the guy who is standing on your kitchen table and shitting on your Thanksgiving turkey. Expound all you want, it’s just a guy dropping a deuce on your fucking dinner. Theorize and give him reasoning real and imagined that you want… it doesn’t change the fact that you have a scatty Thanksgiving now. Man shitting on turkey- True.
But since you’re going to call bullshit either way, I might as well give it my best shot. Jerk City is a comic that is created using MS comic chat that relies heavily on internet subculture and randomness for their jokes. Another big favorite is dick, fart, gross out, and gay jokes. Basically they appeal to the lowest common denominator in the most efficent way possible. All they have to do is sit in a chat session, improvise for an hour or so, take the “funniest” bit of dialogue, and post it on the internet.
Although their stirring success is something to be marveled at, and in a bizarre way applauded for the fact that something that successful came out of a night of bong hits, computers, and a giant circle jerk… but it doesn’t stop the fact that I think in the many times Sparky has tried to show it to me… I’ve laughed perhaps once.
If I want to read a web comic, there’s better out there. If I want to read a funny chat log, there’s better out there. If I want sensationalistic topical humor, there’s better out there.
If you like it good. The boys are succeeding for nothing and that’s something I hope one day to achieve. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it myself. I think it’s retarded, tired, and not funny. Welcome to the world of opinions.
BTW, don’t pull that “definition of a movie” shit with me. You don’t have the credentials to be pulling that bohemian film student shit (which is a compliment, be proud). Die Hard, Mangler 2, The Fith Element, Rounders, and Debbie Does Dallas are movies in the exact same way that Lost in Translation, Eraserhead, and Citizen Kane are movies. Talking movies were at one time called talkies. In the same vein, moving pictures are called movies.
The difference is between if it’s an entertaining, moving, deep, shallow, erotic, touching, funny, etc., etc., etc. movie. No, X-men 3 will not be put on the same level with something like Good Night and Good Luck. But if you’ll notice, the entry was about movie sequels. 99.9% of the time, any sequel is going to be a big budget explosion fest. I’m glad you were able to come to this conclusion yourself and get on the same page with the rest of the world. Class can now resume.
Dude, I can’t believe you got semantic with me about the word “movie” or told me what “movie credentials” I do/don’t have. You know perfectly fucking well that when one is speaking english, using established idiom, one can say . . . “Sure, Boone’s is wine, but Kendall Jackson is *wine.*” As far as my “credentials” go, the issue of you barely fucking knowing a goddamn thing about the first 24 years of my life aside, you’re fucking one to talk.What credentials do you have that I don’t? A fetish for knob-slobbing Robert R?
And the next time you see me, I fucking dare you to say something too me like, “I’m glad you were able to come to this conclusion yourself and get on the same page with the rest of the world. Class can now resume.” Go for it. That’s a red-letter day: The first day someone who knows me in real life turned into an anonymous, condescending little turd on the internet.
The point I was trying to make is that every single one of those movies will be watchable/mediocre, yet you are picking through them and itemizing their little quirks and traits like they are meaningfully different.
Because he is a sad little goth boy.
haha you typed this entry like you had no clue you signed up…as if you were under influence when you did…
were you?
and thanks for your comment. very much appreciated
Yeah I was basically tricked. I’m pretty simple.
Hmm, interesting….I might have to check that out. And yeah, a fish would be an object I suppose, I hope you are taking his bowl with you, lol.