I am having a tidy up of Communities/etc so quite a few will go. There’ll be some warning, but it will be done before August.
Just speaking for myself (as someone who tends to go online and speak in all caps) I think that is perhaps a better way to deal with my rage at the world than taking it out on other people in the real world, or picking up a gun and shooting at other people in the real world.
It might annoy the people at whom I am speaking in all caps, but on the other hand at least no innocent bystanders end up with bullet wounds in them.
I understand. On a personal level I never hang on to my anger. I let everything go. I’ve been that way for 35 years.
But on a national level, we look at the state of the world and say “meh” and we say “they are just as bad as each other” and say “that’s how it is” and so nothing ever gets any better because we don’t demand enough from the people we elect to govern us and run our country.
We hand them ALL THIS POWER and then just let them behave like two year olds on smack and when they do shitty things we say “that’s just wrong” then “well, they’re just kids” and then wait until they do a bad thing again and say the same things again.
We should demand more of our elected representatives because they are not as bad as each other and when they do something wrong we should beat the crap out of them
Which is the problem with the world.
We are all apathetic enough to let shitty stuff go and so shitty stuff keeps happening.
To be fair, I thought that the first time I saw it back in 1999.
(I’ve never been a fan)
Maybe they mean you should use it if you have a schlong the size of a horse?
You really should listen to the Yes Minister explanation of this.
Hold on…
https://youtu.be/TDsSMi4zclo?t=113
I thought it was funny :)
Poe was my sister?
Honestly I understood it the first time I read it. How was it not clear?
Oddly a desire to have “adult only” adverts wasn’t my first reaction to this.
I don’t know - twice in sixty three years is starting to set a worrying trend…
Reminded me of this :-
SAG-AFRA were so offended by the voices he used during his book reading, they all went on strike for six weeks.
Either I’m surprised you don’t know or I’m surprised your the only person to ask :)
They are a trio of performers who appeared on a kids show called Rainbow back when I was a child (which was a very, very long time go).
We’re gonna have a Conclave, all the way through the night. We’re gonna have a Conclave until the smoke turns white!
(Courtesy of Mara Wilson, of all people)
I’d be cross if someone nailed me to a piece of wood as well!
To be fair, he is shredded. Almost every version of him you see on the cross has him with abs!
(snicker) That’s just capitalism run amok - the price we pay for living in the modern era.
I’m just curious why no one thought “We’re going to celebrate Pride and then four days later CONSIGN THE GAYS TO HELL. Is that a good idea or should we maybe celebrate Pride after Diablo”?
If you’re going to do pointless tokenism, at least don’t do it in a way that makes you look like a twit.
Yeah… I think I can top that.
My parents took me to see MacBeth at a local theatre. Just me and them. I was 13 (third year at senior school).
In Act 1, Scene 3, three soldiers came down the centre aisle, and one stumbled on his sword, then they went up on stage and started talking about the battle. They were doing the general discussion about it, then one of the soldiers raised his sword and said “And he slashed at the enemy like THAT” (I can’t remember the exact line for reasons that will become apparent) and he brought the sword down.
At which point the blade detached from the hilt and flew out into the audience and hit my dad in the chin.
(I’ll just let you take that in for a moment - my dad got hit in the face by A BROADSWORD)
There’s a moment of silence on stage because - I would imagine - the actors are all thinking “Fuck - we just killed a member of the audience with a fucking broadsword. That’s not good” but when there are no screams of terror and/or “OH MY GOD HE’S DEAD” they carry on, albeit with expressions of “oh my god what the fuck” on their faces.
Meanwhile my mum is pulling tissues out of her purse because the phrase “who would have thought the old man had so much blood in him” really did not do the situation so much justice. He was bleeding like a fountain. But the problem was the aisle we were sat by were used in the play and ever so often soldiers kept charging up and down them. So she didn’t want to take my dad up the aisle only to meet the Scottish Army coming the other way.
Eventually someone from the other side of the aisle (who was connected with the theatre) came over and took my dad out, then about ten minutes later my mum plucked up her courage and went out and up the aisle, leaving me sat alone in the dark watching the play and thinking “MY DAD JUST GOT HIT WITH A BROADSWORD AND NOW I’M ALONE IN A THEATRE!!!” then a strange woman came and sat beside me and I know - don’t talk to strangers, but honestly I was kind of glad not to be on my own any more.
They’d been taken to casualty, because apparently it was pretty serious (who knew getting hit in the face with a broadsword was serious?) and it seems that when he was taken into one of the curtained areas they overheard the person in the next area - who had a broken wrist - talking to her husband.
“This is taking a while”
“Yeah, but I just heard that the guy they brought into the next bed got stabbed in the face with a broadsword. So I guess I got off light”
Which kind of made them both laugh.
Anyway - they came back at the interval, and they told me it was all fine. Dad had some stitches, and the guy who swung the sword was full of apologies (he had been more scared than I was - really not a good night for him) and they gave us tickets for the following night for my parents and my two siblings. Apparently they understood why I didn’t want to come back!
We watched the second half, then went home with quite a story to tell.
And when my English teacher asked me what I thought of MacBeth (he’d known I was going to the theatre) during class next day… he was not expecting the story he got :)
It’s been… 40 years or so, and yeah – the look on the guys face when the sword came apart? It stays with you.
Then my work here is done
I actually do know someone who was murdered, and while I don’t have to face their murderer every day, the event changed my life more than any other.
Somewhere else on this thread you’ll see a post by me saying “I let things go”. It’s true - since then I just don’t hold on to anger, because I just don’t see the point. If I stayed angry at the person who murdered my friend, then that person would be the one in charge of my life. They would be the one controlling me, the one for whom I was living my life.
And that applies to everything else. If something annoys me then maybe I think about it for a few minutes, maybe an hour, but then - it’s gone. Because if I give more thought than that - if I let it fester, then I give it power over me. Which is just… not how I want to live my life.