The [Disco Chives] Misplaced Parrot Complaint Thread
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- but not tell of the pride, so how can we be sure?
EDIT - just saw Richard's reminder about politcal discussions. The above was a joke and should not be interpreted as having any political commentary.
First of all are we saying the blueberry with the eyes is the strange one? Anyway, I was actually wondering if those were physical eyes or a CG thing, mainly because that would have to be either a big blueberry or really small eyes.
As far as the generations thing goes, I think it's beyond just US-centric. It seems like a lot of the theories hinge heavily upon the stability of the society and whatnot. Or whether you support a war or not. So a lot of the categories they placed people in would depend upon you being a member of the group that was in power at the time. Because they're the only ones who would trust and respect the assigned leaders. Others might feel oppressed by the same leaders. And if there's any validity to those cycles they said the populations go through, a group that isn't in power might well be on a different cycle than the group that is in power. Like while the group who has everything their way might be in the "boomer" stage, some oppressed group might be in the "gen Z" stage, even though they're growing up at the same time. It's as if the people writing the book were only looking at the population they fit into and acting as if the whole world is that way.
One of my housemates is keep going on that I am not talking to anyone on my iPhone. I don't know what their problem is.
Responding slightly more to a post that no longer exists than this one, we're kind of coming back to the point that "generations" are inherently nebulous and only useful for broad strokes, and I think you're over-applying that to your own generation. Did a Boomer born in 1946 have the same experience as a Boomer born in 1960? I was born in 1983; did I have the same experience as a younger Millennial, born in, say, 1995? I started working at a restaurant that mostly hired high school students when I was in high school mysef and I stayed there for a few years after I graduated. Even people 3-5 years younger than I was felt like aliens to me. If anything, intragenerational differences will only grow starker over time.
I think you're also drawing the lines between generations too narrowly. I turned 18 early in 2001, and my brother in mid-1999; we're basically the platonic ideal of Millennials, meaning that 1990 is WAY too late for the Millennial generation to begin. The idea of a generation is that the next one begins when the oldest of the previous generation are becoming adults, so theoretically each generation is made up of the children of the one that came before. This, again, is just a generality: I'm a Millennial with Boomer parents and Zoomer half-brothers, and especially since people are generally waiting longer to have children, a lot of Millennials have Gen A kids. On the flipside, some Boomers had Boomer children, some Gen Xers had Gen X kids, and so on.
Do they work for cellular carrier or do they have one of those new Brayn-O-Lynk chips in their head?...
If they are a cellular carrier employee, they could be encouraging you to use your phone more to waste minutes or wear out the phone, etc... or if it's the Brayn-O-Lynk thing, they could be trying to get you to use your phone more so you'll become addicted to it and want the up and coming Brayn-O-Lynk, BraynFone II... there wasn't really a "1", it's just that a lot of monkeys exploded during the Beta testing and they decided to skip that model number, but it's still basically that same trusted design.
....though not as tasty as Triple Chocolate.
...mmmmmmmmmmmmm....
@JasmineSkunk also, since I didn't respond to it earlier, having long hair is necessary but insufficient to consider a band a "hair band". Hair bands were the bands like Ratt, Poison and Winger, that followed in the steps of Van Halen. Their hair wasn't just long, it was big in all directions, and their clothes were flashy, sparkly, and often androgynous. Aerosmith's song Dude Looks Like a Lady was inspired by Steven Tyler seeing Motley Crue's Vince Neil from behind at a bar, mistaking him for a woman, and approaching him accordingly. Meanwhile, Metallica was proper metal. They had long hair because that was part of the uniform, but it wasn't teased, feathered and hair sprayed all to hell. They were writing songs about Biblical plagues and Lovecraftian horror while the hair bands were singing almost exclusively about women and sex.
41C is [horrid]
Definately warm !!!
.....could have used some of that when it was -9°C (with Beaufort 10 wind gusts) here in Portland the other week
Yikes!
Drink plenty of fluids.
Water, not booze !!!
Eggs would fry on the road, if they weren't already hard cooked straight out of the chicken. Shade your chickens.
Non-complaint: I don't know why I've been so lucky lately.
Yesterday was yet another escape from my cave.
My "symphony buddy" came and took me to breakfast. Wheee..., a real omlette(in one piece) with veggies & ham, wonderful hashbrown potatoes, English Muffin with peanut butter, orange juice & coffee. I can't cook an omlette to save my soul, I am not trained in omlette technology. I just end up with lumpy scrambled eggs. And while out, I also was able to get to a proper grocery store for a few missing things. All in all, a good day.
Temperature was about 41 also, but F though, not C.
'Nother Non-Complaint: Music to DAZ by: Check this out. It's the 3rd movement(final) of Brahm's 1st Piano Concerto. Another one of my favorites. The final movement is full of pianistic atistry and wonderful phrasing, wafting one's imagination around like leaves in the wind. I loved this piece, and particularly Brendel's performance of it which I had on vinyl LP. Wonderful clarity and phrasing. Unfortunately I had the chance, but missed seeing Alfred Brendel playing this at the Kennedy Center in Washington DC in about '86. I had tickets for myself and Max (my other half), but on the day of the concert we got an emergency notice that Max had to be back in Florida immediately. We jumped in the car and drove overnight. Missed the concert.
I never did get to hear Brendel play this piece or any other piece, live.
3rd Movement: only. Don't miss the end of the finale, beginning @ 10:10
Entirety: Brahms 1st Piano Concerto
The 1st movement is similarly alive and exciting. But unlike Rachmaninoff, the slow 2nd movement seems to be more harmonic than melodic. You can hear the whole piece here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=ZheC3dnMIDo ; 2nd movement at 22:40, 3rd movement at 36:52
Word trivia. The word whiskey comes from 'water of life.'
https://www.irishpost.com/food-drink/uisce-beatha-how-whiskey-came-from-the-irish-whiskey-phrase-water-of-life-207616
Never mind how much time I spent trying to figure out what 41C meant, and if it was something specific to Australia.
But possibly with added salt.
bloody hot
In Russian the word for Vodka is pronounced "Vod-ka", and the word for water is pronounced "Vo-da"
Reminds me of when I was a kid, and I didn't know about cesius yet, and Beds Are Burning by Midnight Oil was a hit, and I thought "The western desert lives and breathes at 45 degrees" meant everything was slanted sideways. :D
It's probably a reference to 41°Celerysius which is about 300° Fahrenheit, the temperature at which Celery bursts in flames... it's a temperature scale widely used during the 1.5 World War, primarily for the safe shipment of highly explosive celery... while celery is extremely tasteless and low in calories, therefore making it the ideal food to punish one's self for having indulged in too much far tastier foods, few people know that celery is highly explosive once it reaches around 41.2° Celerysius...
One of the most well know celery related disasters occurred on the 6th of December, 1917 when two ships collided in the harbor at Halifax, Nova Scotia... The SS Mount Blanc and the SS Explodie Boom Boom... The SS Mount Blanc was carrying 2,653 Tonnes (= to 2,653 Tons) of explosives (mostly picric acid) and the SS Explodie Boom Boom was carrying a single bunch of celery in its hold... The collision caused both ships to catch fire and despite being kept constantly moist, the fire eventually spread to the celery containment area.
The resulting explosion of the celery bunch released so much energy it vaporized the Mount Blanc and registered a 7.9 on the Godzilla scale, as far away as Gertrude Plumdinker's* home at 354 NW 9th Ave, Portland, Oregon (now the site of a very luxurious 1/2 star Hampton Inn & Suites hotel of some sort). A scientific evaluation of the explosion places it around 2.9 Kilotons of TNT (12 Terajoules) or approximately 1.2 Kaijujoules (.75 Gameratons), which remains as one of the most powerful non-nuclear or Giant Prehistoric Monster based explosion to date.
Granted, that also could have been a bra size or apartment number or some covert trigger word to activate a sleeper agent to assassinate that smarmy internet celebrity canine, Doug The Pug, self proclaimed "King of Pop Culture"... but I know for a fact that Wendy has pledged not to assassinate, or be responsible for assassinating anymore smug pugs... so it's probably not that... it's also possible it's "41° Celsius" but that's like 105° Fahrenheit, and since Australia is at the bottom of the world, and heat rises, that's unlikely... it's even possible she was typing fast and wrote "41C" instead of "Rabid wombats" because of the proximity of the keys...
Truely we may never know because she's likely grown bored of my pondering of this subject and will refuse to tell us now.
A stance I firmly applaud because mysteries like this are the spice of life... Well, actually more like the Boba balls in the milk tea of life... they are an amusing novelty until you accidentally inhale one and start choking on it and the gorilla at the petting zoo you are visiting, climbs out of his enclosure and performs the Heimlich Maneuver on you in front of stunned onlookers who record it and make you and Gorbo viral internet sensations, leading to Gorbo being sued by the ghost of Henry Heimlich for unauthorized use of the trademarked term, instead of the untrademarked "Abdominal Thrusts" maneuver, luckily the judge throws it out because ghosts can't sue living people, but the damage is done and Gorbo loses his chauffeur's license and his girlfriend leaves him and he has to move in with his brother who runs a Foie gras cart in Central Park.
I guess... it's hard to say for sure when you've had as much coffee as I've had before and during writing this, but colors are so vivid...
Well, regardless that's my guess.
*Gertrude Plumdinker's was an early pioneer in Kaiju research in the Portland area who developed the first Godzillameter in 1910 after Portland was attacked and mildly inconvenienced by the legendary beaver kaiju "Tylee Eena" (the "Boss Beaver" in Chinook).
A copy of Plumdinker's original Godzillameter that gave early warning to the residents of Portland in 1987, possibly saving the lives of as many as tens of citizens (possibly even twelve), is on display at the aforementioned 1/2 star Hotel's internet/business lounge.
Technically his given name is "Stupid Blueberry", or that's what I titled the folder I'm keeping his pictures in...
Wait... are you suggesting I eat Demented Blueberry?... Oh God, no... he's a beloved family member now...
Granted my wife is kind of offended by his presence... but my daughters aren't bothered by him... probably because they haven't noticed him on the upper counter yet... and yes, he is rotting a little, but who isn't?
Once upon a time we were all fresh plump berries... but time is a cruel fate... or mistress... or porcupine... possibly a porcupine mistress...?
Whatever... it's a cruel something or other and eventually we all become rottier and rottier until we are all just like Demented/Stupid Blueberry
Maybe not exactly like him... he's still loaded with way more antioxidants than me... I actually cause things to rust if I stand around near them for too long.
And yes, he is looking a little worse than yesterday...
But which of us can truly not empathize with him and say "there but for the grace of the berry gods, go I"...?
I have faith in Stupid Blueberry... I'm sure he's just going through a rough spell... I know I feel exactly how he looks every time I read the news, and I know tomorrow everything will be better... or maybe the day after... or the one after that... probably eventually, but I'm sure it'll be before I entirely rot away... probably... maybe...
Oh, who the hell am I kidding... it's a frickin' train wreck dumpster fire filled with fire breathing poo-poo rats and it's not getting better any time soon....
Sorry.
That was unnecessarily bleak...
But I'm sure Stupid Blueberry will pull through.
Excuse me now while I go cry in the shower and while eating stale shrimp chips...
I mean, i don't know what happened to that dog. It was like that when I got there. I don't know how I got there. I woke up there. I was never there. The dog is okay.
...hmm 354 NW 9th Ave, Portland, Oregon, that's just down he street a few blocks from me. Indeed, the Plumdinker home is long gone, replaced by the hotel mentioned above that takes up pretty much the entire block. It does have a nice pub on one corner (unfortunately not named Plumdinker's which would be a catchy name, in commemoration of the neighbourhood's "legendary resident").
Ah well, what can you expect for a city who's name was decided by a coin toss between the Boston born namesake of a cartoon reverend from the town of Springfield and some guy from Maine (for whom a local park was named). Of course in 1845 Portland was little more than a township with a few log cabins that was dwarfed by the teeming metropolis of Oregon City 12 miles to the south with its 300 or so residents. Being at the end of the Oregon trail and along the Willamette river and the territorial capital, Oregon City at the time had a lot to gooing for it and thus envisioned becoming the state's "biggest city" and port..
Of course as history would have it (though maybe not in some parallel, perpendicular, or tangential universe) the once sleepy township of Portland, where coin tossing had become a popular pastime (eventually over the years gioving way other activiteis such as skateboarding, graffiti, and playing the bagpipes while riding unicycles and wearing Darth Vader masks), was destined to take over that role due to it's position at the confluence of both the Columbia and Willamette rivers (which allowed better access for large ships). Meanwhile, Oregon City, which once aspired to greatness, faded in significance to become a suburb of its younger sister to the north.
Yep, way too much coffee today here as well,
Yes, the younger sister is always up to something.
I knew it... when you were hacking into Count Doctor Hernando Gomez Martínez-Lebowitz-Sánchez IV's terminal trying to disable the doomsday computer at GenetiCorp's headquarters that chocolate frosted donut you found next to the keyboard and ate was no ordinary fried dough ring....
Count Doctor Hernando Gomez Martínez-Lebowitz-Sánchez IV set you up... the donut must have been saturated with brainwashing rays...
It's been years, but I know Mister Sánchez the Murder Monkey (no relation to Count Doctor Hernando Gomez Martínez-Lebowitz-Sánchez IV) must be behind this somehow... it would explain why during your pivotal lightsaber battle (technically a "plasma sword battle") atop the GenetiCorp building with the real Mister Sánchez (the one in the truck was a clone), you weren't able to bring yourself to decapitate him despite having gained the upper hand and being in a very decapitory mood... I figured it was because of that promise you made to Pig-Leg Larry after the thing in Oslow back in '93... how you promised to reduce the decapitating... but the way you froze there... and the way Mister Sánchez laughed as he grabbed that rope ladder from the helicopter and flew away... and then cried and whimpered when the ladder fell out of the helicopter because nobody thought to attach it to anything... that sound of his diabolical laughter and his whimpering as he hit all those lower roofs and landings on the way down...
I knew there was something more to that... plus he did say "Haaa-Haaa-Haaaaaa... There's more to this... Ooof... ow... aaaaaaaaaak... So much morrrrrrrrrrrrrr......" but I thought he was referring to the number of lower roofs, outcropping ledges and landings he had to go before he landed in the parking lot... there were a lot... like I think he was just falling and bouncing off of stuff on the way down for like ten minutes...
I'm guessing that thing he whispered in you ear was what the brainwashing rays set you up to do... that and that big QR code on his jacket probably contained the whole plan...
But why would he want Doug the Pug dead?... also why wouldn't he?... that smarmy little bastard.
Regardless... it's very curious this would all happen so close to the birthday of Attila the Hun... My mind keeps going back to that folder on Count Doctor Hernando Gomez Martínez-Lebowitz-Sánchez IV's computer... the one marked "Project Giant Mechanical Attila the Hun"... what could that possibly be a reference to?... there must be a connection somehow... I just can't see it yet.
Well, I'm glad your secret agent skills kicked in and you didn't completely murder Doug the Pug... actually I'm not really, but unsanctioned murder and mayhem is probably bad or something...
Anyway... you should probably drink a lot of spiced rum... that's good for getting residual brainwashing rays out of the system and making one sing pirate songs.
Well... good luck... Stay sharp... Mister Sánchez never rests (it's probably all that cocaine he uses) and you never know when he'll strike next.
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as long as he doesn't scratch his bum and make you lick his finger
that would be a SuperVillian
Or a mean Sibling.
Wife and I watched four Hellraiser movies today, so we've now watched a total of six together. #5 was interesting because it was, by a wide margin, the best actual movie. It's mostly just a gritty detective story which the producers had to occasionally remind the director was supposed to be a Hellraiser movie. Of course, people don't watch Hellraiser movies for interesting storytelling and a well-thought-out plot, so it ended up being kind of a bad Hellraiser movie. By contrast, #3 was easily the worst of the movies, but it was a decent Hellraiser movie.
There were six Hellraiser movies?... I knew there were at least two...
The approach of making one a detective story sounds like an interesting idea... then again, after reading the news, I'm wondering if we are living in a Hellraiser movie that's just vaguely trying to have some kind of side plot going on so it's not entirely obviously a Hellraiser movie.
I think there should be more Hellraiser movies like that though... like 90% of the movies is whatever the main plot is then in the last ten minutes you find out it's all connected to the Hellraiser franchise... Like a reboot of Titanic or The My Little Pony movie... I'd watch that.