Funny thing about Dr. Who. When I told a friend about DC's now-defunct concept of Hypertime, he replied, "They stole that from Dr. Who." I, having never seen an episode, could only nod blankly.
I guess it would depend on whether or not Dr. Who was on before issue 124 of Flash? I honestly don't know.
I must confess: I've said it here before, but it bears(bares, baires?) repeating...I've never liked Christmas music. And I haven't heard anything new in years that was any good.
No problem with the holiday or season, but the music....nah.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
I confess that I often underestimate the time needed to get somewhere. I usually get somewhere just in time, maybe 5 minutes late. Part of it is I fail to account for possible traffic snags and always consider the "normal" travel time. It's something I want to change, but can be tough to do esp in a country whose culture accepts 10-1d minutes of lateness for meetings and 30 mins for social events.
I have no ability to estimate anything. I can't guess how big something is, I can never figure out how much spice, broth, or pasta I should use when I'm making something. I feel completely clueless.
I'm like that with distances. Someone tells me that something is 1km away, I have trouble picturing it. I'm better at estimating things when using inches or feet because I can use my height as frame of reference.
I always look for videos of Japanese visual novels (and yes, erotic ones) online just because I like listening to the opening and ending themes, but I've never had an interest in actually trying to play any of them.
I must Confess: I'm not anal retentive about much of anything EXCEPT being late. Can't stand it for myself. I'd rather sit in the hot South Carolina summer sun for 30 minutes than be one minute late.
Don't have a problem with others being a little late, but I can't stand to be.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
I must Confess: I'm not anal retentive about much of anything EXCEPT being late. Can't stand it for myself. I'd rather sit in the hot South Carolina summer sun for 30 minutes than be one minute late.
Don't have a problem with others being a little late, but I can't stand to be.
I get bothered if I'm more than 5 minutes late too. I don't mind if others are up to 15 minutes late, though.
Whenever someone asks me for input on their writing or a story they like, I always put it off. I don't know why, I guess I lack faith in my ability to give input on writing.
I confess that I have never in my life eaten a cheeseburger, or any kind of burger for that matter. I tried a bite of soy burger once and I didn't like it.
I confess that I have never in my life eaten a cheeseburger, or any kind of burger for that matter. I tried a bite of soy burger once and I didn't like it.
I've never eaten in a McDonalds, Burger King or KFC.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I confess that I have never in my life eaten a cheeseburger, or any kind of burger for that matter. I tried a bite of soy burger once and I didn't like it.
I've never eaten in a McDonalds, Burger King or KFC.
I can never read stories where a character has suddenly gained the power to read minds.
Because most often, it turns out everyone around them actually hates the main character and think terrible things about them while lying to their faces.
The reason why I can't read stories like this is because it makes me horribly self conscious about what the people around me, off and online, actually think about me, and I doubt everything they say.
I must confess: The Cranky has been real lately for various reasons. I'm ready for 2014 to suck the big dirt nap.
I've noticed a trend in a lot of my postings elsewhere that I don't like and I'm changing it. I'll still stand for what I believe, and stand against what I don't, but lately the heart hasn't been in it.
Looking forward to a better year.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
Almost fifty. Still haven't owned a car, credit card or cellphone. (Debit cards came along just in time so that I'll probably never need a credit card, although the cellphone seems inevitable!)
I never owned a cell phone or carried a payment on my credit card, so it's effectively a debit but can't imagine life without a car. Heck, with all the automatic deposit and payment, I barely see cash. Hit the ATM about once a month.
I confess that even though Christmas break started last Friday, I went into work today. Got some organization done and kept me from starting my Christmas shopping too soon.
My ancient cellphone is pretty much kept for the car. So, when I actually need it, it invariably has been deactivated or triggers a response from the top up fraud team. I'm trying to find a way of getting the top up fraud team to just phone for help on my behalf...
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
Despite being in my twenties, I detest shopping for technology. I never know what specs to consider and the sheer number of choices can be overwhelming. But I appreciate tech and can be quite adept with it - I just prefer someone else to help me pick out my gadgets. And I don't mean salespeople!
Like a lot of places, we've had stores close down because people would use the salesperson's knowledge and play with the gadget, then go home and buy it online.
That's not something I could ever do.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I remember thinking the year Titanic won the Oscar that if they were going to give it to something poppy and commercialized, then they should've given it to Men in Black, because it was at least a fun movie to watch.
Well, I was going to just give them back to her. They were creeping out visitors sitting there in the hallway.
I've not seen Avatar or Titanic either. Or ET. Or any Disney animation, that I can think of. I've seen a few of their live action sci-fi things I think. The Black Hole...complete with it's Borgnine Stamp of Film Quality.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I haven't had a must match TV show in many a year. I've seen one episode of Suits (too knacked to change the channel), and four or five Walking Dead episodes and that's about it for ages.
I have to say it hasn't made a jot of difference in conversation.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I must confess that I too have not watched Game of Thrones, nor have any desire to. AS well, I've never seen Gone With The Wind, or any of the Godfather movies.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
I must confess: Margurita party, bitches. I'm feelingno pain and that's alright. I figure onece a year is okay. Only problem I really have right now is that this screen is fuzzy, but hat's because im' not wearing glasses. And spelling. Yup.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
Some Transformers fans might consider me a heretic for liking the Transformers and GoBots cartoons almost equally.
Right, we'll get the pyre build over here and....oh wait, I've never seen a Transformers or Go Bots cartoon. I only know of them form the back covers of comics.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I bought five of the Wild Card paperbacks for 50 cents apiece at a used bookstore several years ago. I enjoyed the first few stories and the overall concept, but gave up about midway through the second book. The stories just weren't that interesting.
I tried again about a year ago but didn't get through a single story.
I must confess: I didn't watch Guardians of the Galaxy because I thought the trailer looked stupid. I know that movie has a lot of fans at Legion World, and millions more outside of Legion World, so no offense to them but it's probably not my thing.
I think that is, in a word: awesome! I think the 80s are a very misunderstood decade. There were a lot of unpleasant things going on in the real world, but at the time it seemed so much easier to temporarily escape them through entertainment.
That's one of the reasons I dislike the 90s so much. That was when the entertainment industry first realized it could make money by sticking everything ugly and cynical about life in our faces. The 2000s were kind of the peak of that trend, and I think it's been slowly receding this decade.
I think that the 90's weren't that bad. Some of my favorite movies, such as Jurassic Park and Back to the Future III, were from the 90's. I also like the ska bands of the 90's too, like Sublime and Pepper.
My favorite 90s band by far is Garbage, although I must confess I hated all but one song on their third album, Beautiful Garbage (the song I did like, BTW, was Cherry Lips (Go, Baby, Go))
I didn't like any of the Seattle bands. I thought they were too negative. (How ironic, then, that one of the members of Garbage is Butch Vig, who produced Nevermind.)
I would have loved the Pumpkins if only Billy Corgan would have been willing to be like Ritchie Blackmore with Rainbow or Tony Iommi with Black Sabbath, and led the band but shared the stage with a singer who could actually sing.
Even though I love the Peanuts comic strip like no other, I think the Peanuts animated cartoons are terrible. By robbing Snoopy of his ability to make his thoughts known to the audience, the character was done a tremendous disservice.
I used to chase the girls around and try to kiss them. In fact, I did kiss a few of them. I, I'm deeply ashamed of the way I acted.
On the other hand, there are lots of blokes who agonise about never having taken the opportunity to kiss the person they wanted to. Going by what I've listened to over the years, it's a pretty big group.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
Sarky, that's what kids do. Don't worry about all the hysteria you see these days, kids are real. If they'd had a real problem with it, you'd have heard about it.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry, When the boys came out to play Georgie Porgie ran away*.
Besides, that's not even a first proper kiss.
Remember kids: If you beat yourself up too much, you'll spoil all the fun for your partner in your relationship.
*there is presumably a more PC version of this out there now, where Georgie expresses, as he runs, that he is in no way discriminating against any particular sexual preference or gender.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
I'll enthusiastically follow someone online while they're working on a commission or a request, but then after they finish it I don't often keep up with them.
Also, I made a big deal about being there for a tumblr user who seemed to be going through a lot of stuff. But I haven't checked their blog in days and after finally looking at it now, it's just white except for a donation button.
I confess that my genuine interest in people, especially when conversing, has often been mistaken for flirting. A friend of mine in college used to call me an incorrigible flirt because apparently I have a way of making people feel so special that they think I'm into them. But often I'm just being genuinely friendly.
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A friend of mine in college used to call me an incorrigible flirt because apparently I have a way of making people feel so special that they think I'm into them. But often I'm just being genuinely friendly.
People I know are downright suspicious of that level of interest. Having said that, I much prefer talking to people who aren't already living in the world of Me Me Me* so that you can actually have a conversation. I much prefer listening to other folks. I already know the stuff about me.
*A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away the self important planet of Me Me Me was used as target practice by the Death Star. Fragments of the planet would spread throughout the universe. One landed on Earth, where people had previously been quite happy staying quiet for more than five minutes at a time.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
... it's no confession, but I love it when anything related to Jefferson Airplane/Starship comes up in conversation.
I agree: "Miracles" is amazing--and, as a rule, I don't even like love ballads. But Marty has that genuine quality is his voice that makes it instantly appealing. "Hearts" is great, too.
I confess that Joe Jackson's "Down To London" is in my head right now. I have no idea why. Today I went to an estate sale, where I bought a storage crate, some cooking pamphlets, a small spice jar, and an extra Pyrex dish. I also made a vegetarian version of a BLT on wheat. Then I snagged a couple of peanut-butter covered pretzels from mr_cleome. There was a show on the jazz station about Django Reinhardt that we were listening to.
What the bloody blue blazes does any of that have to do with Joe Jackson or London?!
Oh, and I think "Miracles" is a pretty good song. I was thinking about it yesterday for some reason, even though I hadn't read this thread. Coincidence? READ THE BOOK!
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I confess that my genuine interest in people, especially when conversing, has often been mistaken for flirting. A friend of mine in college used to call me an incorrigible flirt because apparently I have a way of making people feel so special that they think I'm into them. But often I'm just being genuinely friendly.
Captain Kirk had this same problem. It wasn't so much that he literally wanted every woman in sight. He was just a good conversationalist.
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I like that version, too, LWG (and there's nothing disrespectful about saying you prefer one thing to another). I do think it loses something without Marty on harmony vocals, though.
The alcohol combined with the sheer joy of posting and the exhilaration of being in such a like-minded group is contributing to the drunkenness, I bet!
Alpert is a trumpet player who had hits in the '60s with his band, the Tijuana Brass, and became a founder of A&M Records. He topped the US chart in 1979 with this song:
I confess: I found therapy to be a mixed blessing. I enjoyed being able to talk to my problems with a professional, but I don't think it really solved anything.
I confess: I found therapy to be a mixed blessing. I enjoyed being able to talk to my problems with a professional, but I don't think it really solved anything.
And there's the rub: I think the only way for therapy to truly be effective is to use it as a catalyst to work on yourself, on your own. It's not easy, it took me years to figure out how to do it, but I did. I think anyone can do it if they put in the effort.
I must confess: Most modern TV shows turn me off. I find them either too self-conscious, too smug, or too violent.
I must confess: I'm burning out on facebook. Trumped up politics, trumped up outrages, trumped up "feel good stories sold as true but are made up", trumped up "if you like me, you really like me, you'll repost this and share to show how much you care" posts.
I don't care. Shut up.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
And there's the rub: I think the only way for therapy to truly be effective is to use it as a catalyst to work on yourself, on your own. It's not easy, it took me years to figure out how to do it, but I did. I think anyone can do it if they put in the effort.
Very true, Fanfie.
I must confess: The best form of therapy for me has been volunteering to help others.
I must confess: I'm burning out on facebook. Trumped up politics, trumped up outrages, trumped up "feel good stories sold as true but are made up", trumped up "if you like me, you really like me, you'll repost this and share to show how much you care" posts.
I don't care. Shut up.
Next stop: REDDIT!!
... Aaaanyway, I must confess:
I've never watched nor read Game of Thrones and I likely never will. Not my customary genre.
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Another confession: I always thought The Far Side was mean-spirited crap.
My confession: The Far Side stands the test of time for me far better than Peanuts. I guess that even though I think of myself as a sentimental person, sometimes a little honest meanness is just what I need.
Larson does have a pessimistic view of human nature (and intelligence), but in contrast he seems to delight a lot in drawing and zeroing in on Nature itself. And he seems to root for it to triumph over human foolishness, which seems overly optimistic now given our obvious penchant for destroying the planet and dragging all its inhabitants down with us. But who knows? There's still the saying that "Nature bats last."
In one of his collections, Larson has a dedication to his older brother, who used to shove him into mud puddles and spiders' webs and so forth. Behaving like, well... a sibling. We do tend to mistreat each other as kids, though hopefully we grow out of it eventually. Larson thanks his brother for creating the worldview that shaped his craft and caused him to avoid a style of storytelling more reminiscent of The Smurfs or The Care Bears. (Accompanying this dedication is a deliberately terrible alt-universe drawing of a dog and cat hugging and thanking each other for being such great friends. )
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Good points well taken, Cleome. I especially appreciated your sharing that bit of Gary Larson's backstory. Unlike Larson, but not unlike Charles Schulz, I was an only child, and I spent all my free time either drawing, writing, losing myself in the TV or the radio, or hiding out from my same-age tormentors in the safety of my bedroom. So it seems natural I would favor Schulz's world-view: introspective, melancholy, somewhat whimsical, sometimes sentimental and other times passive-agressive.
I must confess: I'm more likely to listen to Patty Smyth (with or without Scandal) than I am to listen to the Patti Smith Band.
In one of his collections, Larson has a dedication to his older brother, who used to shove him into mud puddles and spiders' webs and so forth. Behaving like, well... a sibling. We do tend to mistreat each other as kids, though hopefully we grow out of it eventually.
When my nephews were young, they could not be left alone together in the same room. The older one has cerebral palsy and one time some neighbor kids were teasing him. He came in crying. As my sister was comforting him, his brother(about age 7) was bouncing around saying "Do you want me to go beat them up?"
I must confess circuses make me sad. Saw a dancing bear once and it wrecked me
I watch a lot of the Big Cat Rescue videos on YouTube, and your reaction was the correct one.
We saw one circus when I was maybe seven or eight, and that was it. Mostly I remember being in the nosebleed seats and so being unable to see anything. In retrospect, this was good.
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I must confess I sometimes enjoy coming here, just to read my old fan-fiction.
Not anyone else's. Just mine.
Yes, I know I am a wicked, wicked man.
I must confess, my memory is so terrible, that I've caught myself reading something and liking it, and a dozen or so pages in realized why it seemed so familiar, *because I wrote it!*
I must confess that razsolo's fanfic sometimes causes this confusion in me, and I catch myself wondering where I got such a cool idea, before remembering that someone else wrote it, and that the reason I can tell where the scene is going is because I read it before, years ago...
It's worse because I have most of my fanfic on a webpage, so you'd think I could keep better track of what I've written and what I have not.
Some people suffer from losing their mind. I seem to be enjoying the ride!
The Guardians of the Galaxy movies are a lot of fun. yes, I know, Legion is still the best. But honestly, I doubt a full Legion movie live action would have the great music that GotG does. Songs from my childhood, and people going apedookie over them while I'm sitting over here going "yeah, remember than one...that one...that one..."
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
The Guardians of the Galaxy movies are a lot of fun. yes, I know, Legion is still the best. But honestly, I doubt a full Legion movie live action would have the great music that GotG does. Songs from my childhood, and people going apedookie over them while I'm sitting over here going "yeah, remember than one...that one...that one..."
I saw the second one after a friend sold me on it, and went in with a willingness to accept it on its own terms. And I thought the first hour was a wonderful roller-coaster ride. But then it got kind of weird with the whole "dysfunctional family...of space" vibe.
I must confess...I've grown to despise Star Wars and the leia cosplay. It has got to be the most overblown, overhyped, insulting fanboy putdown "nerdboy joygasm" idea. "Oh, every fanboy spent his youth fapping to Slave Leia."
No, no they didn't. As a straight male teenage nerdish fanboy, I really didn't.
I liked the ladies from Buck Rogers.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!
that im feeling my age lately. 2:30 am start times, 14 hour days fighting traffic in construction zones. My age is starting to be a factor. That sucks.
Damn you, you kids! Get off my lawn or I'm callin' tha cops!