We are too busy on enhancing films visually with 3-D. What we need is to enhance films- NASALLY! COME ON SMELLOVISION!
Rant VIII: The Reckoning
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Just as long as they don't ad Smellovision to Porn, we'll be alright.
"Who brought a wet camel in here?"
Holy crap! My brother and his friends and I were JUST having this same exact conversation last night!
So what we've learned today, is that most people do not want to smell porn. However there is always that pervert minority that is all upon the idea. They probably call themselves smellies or something.Holy crap! My brother and his friends and I were JUST having this same exact conversation last night!
You're their Supreme Smellie. Aren't you!
North_Ranger
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Sometimes I fucking hate my game group... I've got four players, two of whom are very eager to play, but for the past four weeks I've had to cancel the games because the other two players keep asking for rain checks two hours before we're supposed to start. If it's not school work, it's relatives; if it's not relatives, it's a deadline; if it's not a deadline, it's a €{[$#" horse or something. I don't mind people having a life; what I do mind is them constantly fucking up with mine. "Yeah, sorry we can't come. Rain check?" Yeah, it's not like I haven't spent the last week trying to come up with a fun and memorable game session for you guys...
Jesus Christ. I just called my old High School to get my transcript faxed to NBCC (the community college I'm applying to). She asked me to come in and sign some kind of release form. I don't even live in that province anymore. How can they possibly do something so backwards inconvenient? What happens when someone doesn't live even remotely close to there anymore?
Oh, but I can ask someone I know in Summerside to go and sign the release for me. Which is just as equally ridiculous.
Seriously, who the fuck thought that was a good idea? Not even the universities I attended have this kind of backwater process.
Oh, but I can ask someone I know in Summerside to go and sign the release for me. Which is just as equally ridiculous.
Seriously, who the fuck thought that was a good idea? Not even the universities I attended have this kind of backwater process.
So this isn't so much a rant, but its still pretty silly.
Last week I was sitting down minding my own business while some guys across from me were conversing about what jobs they'd want. One of them said that one job that was in supply was economics, and that there wasn't enough economics in the world. Being the person I am I interjected and told them the profession is called "economist" not economic. The world has economics, but can use economists. After I explained they still looked a big confused.
I find it funny because they wanted to be in this profession yet they didn't know the proper name for someone who does it.
Last week I was sitting down minding my own business while some guys across from me were conversing about what jobs they'd want. One of them said that one job that was in supply was economics, and that there wasn't enough economics in the world. Being the person I am I interjected and told them the profession is called "economist" not economic. The world has economics, but can use economists. After I explained they still looked a big confused.
I find it funny because they wanted to be in this profession yet they didn't know the proper name for someone who does it.
I do, don't I? I guess I am just of the meddling sort.
Perhaps your meddling is what caused those complete strangers to look confused? I know I might feel that way after getting Yoshi'd.
This being is meant to enlighten the masses. Whether they get confused is of NO MATTER to me. In all serious though this was at school, and they were Freshmen. WEIRD how I did not mention that at all in my first post. It wasn't even on purpose either.
Had dinner with my grandparents. Perfectly fine, then they asked me if I was thinking about marrying my girlfriend. We've been dating for 2 and a half years so its not an unreasonable question, I just said that if we do, it won't be for a while. Then she asks about the religious aspect (shes christian, I'm jewish). I said that it would probably be in a church since her family is a lot more religious than ours. My grandparents proceed to say that they wouldn't go to our wedding if that was the case and that I shouldn't be dating her.
I left shortly thereafter, and don't plan on talking to them again for a while.
I left shortly thereafter, and don't plan on talking to them again for a while.
Isn't it awesome how religion brings families together?
Honestly, my response would have been "We're having a druidic ceremony in the woods on Beltane. If you want to come, we need to get you sized for your furs before we can ritually slaughter the goats to make them. Let me know soon!"
Because seriously? There is NO WAY I'm having that conversation with my parents or remaining grandparents.
Because seriously? There is NO WAY I'm having that conversation with my parents or remaining grandparents.
Its just ridiculous though. Our family is not religious. No one keeps kosher, they're the type of Jews that go to temple twice a year. They work on the sabbath. I'd understand it if they were deeply religious and really cared about the faith but they clearly don't.Isn't it awesome how religion brings families together?
Oh great, a druish wedding.
Hell yes on that movie reference.
Funny, she doesn't look druish.
Cajungal
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I hate that crap--getting all defensive about a religion you don't truly care about. My mother in law is that way. She never goes to church, doesn't read the Bible, doesn't seem to care much for her faith at all... but when she wants to get under Jake's skin she makes some dig about him not being Christian anymore. Annoying.
I'm about only one in my immediate family who isn't some form of Christian denomination*. I won't tell them what faith I actually am because I don't want to deal with the backlash so when they do ask, I usually tell them Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster or the Church of the Sub-Genius. It makes them insane. 
*I originally spelled "denomination" as "demonization". Glad to see the ol' brain is functioning today.
*I originally spelled "denomination" as "demonization". Glad to see the ol' brain is functioning today.
That reminds me of when my aunt called me mere days after I moved in with my then girlfriend. For context, my aunt is ridiculously religious. She has paintings of Mother Theresa, Jesus, and Mary all over her house. She's gone on pilgrimages in Europe. She's picketed outside abortion clinics. And she wrote a VERY scathing, horrible letter to a cousin of mine who was marrying her female partner.
So anyway, she calls me. This alone is odd because normally the only time we talk is when I pick up the phone first and then pass it to Mom.
Aunt: So, Nick, it's great to hear that you've moved in with Terrianne. She's such a wonderful girl. And I'm very happy that you've moved out of your parents' place. So now that you're moved out, what's the next step?
Me: Well, I don't know, we're thinking of splitting on a new TV or a couch.
Aunt: Well, that's not quite what I mean. I just think it's not really proper that you're living with Terrianne and you "together" in the byes of the proper authority.
The conversation was pretty short after that. I can't remember what I said, but it was polite, saying that might come eventually, but we're not in any rush. I almost wanted to tell her, "You know what, Auntie? We've also had pre-marital sex! Dirty, dirty, pre-marital sex!"
So anyway, she calls me. This alone is odd because normally the only time we talk is when I pick up the phone first and then pass it to Mom.
Aunt: So, Nick, it's great to hear that you've moved in with Terrianne. She's such a wonderful girl. And I'm very happy that you've moved out of your parents' place. So now that you're moved out, what's the next step?
Me: Well, I don't know, we're thinking of splitting on a new TV or a couch.
Aunt: Well, that's not quite what I mean. I just think it's not really proper that you're living with Terrianne and you "together" in the byes of the proper authority.
The conversation was pretty short after that. I can't remember what I said, but it was polite, saying that might come eventually, but we're not in any rush. I almost wanted to tell her, "You know what, Auntie? We've also had pre-marital sex! Dirty, dirty, pre-marital sex!"
Well, I've talked to both my parents about it. They both took my side of it and my mom said she would talk to them. Of course, I also told my girlfriend about it and she doesnt want to be around them anymore. I can't really blame her for it though, she's always been worried that they would have some issues over it.
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My parents leave me alone, but I have a friend who is constantly proselytizing. He's German and Catholic, so I get to hear about how how demons are what make people fall asleep on planes in that accent. And keep in mind this is a guy with a Ph.D. in geology, which to my mind is about as far from evangelical as a science can be.
Ask him what type of Rock was the church founded on? (Matthew 16:18, in case he gives you an odd look)
(Matthew 16:18, in case he gives you an odd look)
I recently told my mom that I am starting to think I should be an atheist. I thought my mom was going to choke on her tongue when I said it. No one in my family is devoutly religious, but I was taught as a kid that atheism was the same as saying you'd like a one way ticket to hell. From her reaction I think I was going to get a talkin' to about why I should not say such things.
The easiest way we had to not get our families involved in a religious issue was not inviting them.
Had an awesome wedding.
Had an awesome wedding.
Holy shit, my flatmate is as careless as one can be with other people's things. When we moved in together my girlfriend (who had just moved back in with her parents) gave us a few things to set up and he keeps breaking them (over the last year... my girlfriend was kinda angry but I thought she exaggerated). The nice crystal bedside lamp, a few other things, and today he ironed a curtain on her tablecloth and burnt it. What the fuck? You need to be more careful with other's peoples things, man!! I'm going to have to give her everything back! (I said 30' ago) His answer? I'm careful, I obviously didn't do it on purpose!
DUH! Asshole, being careful isn't trying not to burn the tablecloth, it's NOT IRONING ON TOP OF THE TABLE WE HAVE AN IRONING BOARD.
Add this to the fact that he doesn't clean up (we have a weekly schedule THAT HE ASKED FOR, he's a month and a half behind, doesn't seem to be improving), and I'm really really angry. ARGH
DUH! Asshole, being careful isn't trying not to burn the tablecloth, it's NOT IRONING ON TOP OF THE TABLE WE HAVE AN IRONING BOARD.
Add this to the fact that he doesn't clean up (we have a weekly schedule THAT HE ASKED FOR, he's a month and a half behind, doesn't seem to be improving), and I'm really really angry. ARGH
North_Ranger
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My first girlfriend was like that... Part of the reason why I left her was her chronic inability to pick up anything after herself or do anything without it being half-assed at best. And if that sounds callous to you, let me give you some examples:
- When she moved to a new flat, her old flat was so full of various junk that there was a knee-deep layer of rumpled clothes, knick-knacks, empty packages and God knows what on the floor.
- Not to mention the two-month-old, half-eaten rotisserie chicken on the living room table.
- She didn't properly read her new lease or even check the apartment, so she got the following shocks: the rent was $100 bigger than she had thought, the doors were constantly jamming, and the kitchen was not finished (ie. lacking doors and such).
- Three months later, her new apartment had not been cleaned once, there was a sheepskin rug on the floor that smelled like her dog's piss, there were empty packages everywhere as well as a torn-open soil bag in the living room, from the time when he decided to grow some potted plants.
- Oh, and there's this thing: she never washed her unmentionables. Never. She just wore them, tossed them, and bought new ones.
I wonder if your flatmate's a distant relative of hers...?
