The Isolated Blurt Thread XXIX : So Stupid

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The Rover needs a few bits and pieces doing to it so I ordered a few parts from around the interwebz. Fucking rip off merchants want 12 to 15 quid extra to send to NI when they're using Royal Mail and IT COSTS THE SAME FUCKING PRICE AS THE MAINLAND. Cunts.
 
There are companies that ship free to any of the contiguous US states, but if it's to Alaska, they want me to pay the whole shipping price and not just the part from Seattle to Alaska. Assholes.
 
Want to have your perception of Pokemon permanently altered?

In the Danish language:
  • The English "achoo!" is "achu".
  • The slang word for a man's reproduction organ is "Pik"
  • Therefore, "Pikachu" translates to "Dicksneeze" in Denmark
 
There are companies that ship free to any of the contiguous US states, but if it's to Alaska, they want me to pay the whole shipping price and not just the part from Seattle to Alaska. Assholes.

The beauty of Royal Mail is that it costs the same if you're sending from one London borough to another or from the Channel Islands to the Outer Hebrides.
 
There are companies that ship free to any of the contiguous US states, but if it's to Alaska, they want me to pay the whole shipping price and not just the part from Seattle to Alaska. Assholes.



The ol’ assessorial charges, and then some.


Who do these people think you are, Puerto Rico?
 
The beauty of Royal Mail is that it costs the same if you're sending from one London borough to another or from the Channel Islands to the Outer Hebrides.

Flat rate boxes are similar in the US Postal Service. But, so many companies are tied in with a private shipping service that they won't use the mail even though it's less money for the consumer.
 
Yep. You had a late night and now we're all potential victims of demonic possession. I hope you're pleased with yourself. :(



Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy


I've come home, I'm so cold


Let me in through your window
 
After four years of devoted service, my countertop air fryer died a sudden death last week. Bought the newly updated version last Thursday off Amazon. Main differences: manual controls instead of touchpad and a square frying basket instead of the traditional round one.

The manual controls are much appreciated, I used to get so frustrated that the touchpad required completely dry fingertips to activate.

The square frying basket is much easier to clean in the dishwasher.

The only "negative" is that I have to cook everything about 20 degrees cooler now, the inner basket gets food very hot very quickly and I've scorched a few meals already.
 
No Country For Old Men is still a visual journey and great film. It stands up well, for a movie with minimal dialogue and basically no musical soundtrack. One of the Coen brother’s best.
 
No Country For Old Men is still a visual journey and great film. It stands up well, for a movie with minimal dialogue and basically no musical soundtrack. One of the Coen brother’s best.

Even though the ending is a bit of a jazz-handy meh sign off to the high-kinetic killer tension of the rest of the movie, I agree with you. I still remember it as a supremely visceral theater viewing, along with There Will Be Blood, which was around the same time. Kinda hard to find that these days.

I just love this part in the convenience store...

https://thumbs.gfycat.com/AliveTotalBasenji-small.gif

...Chighur was like, "yoooo...you don't know how close you just came, homey..." :D
 
No Country For Old Men is still a visual journey and great film. It stands up well, for a movie with minimal dialogue and basically no musical soundtrack. One of the Coen brother’s best.

Even though the ending is a bit of a jazz-handy meh sign off to the high-kinetic killer tension of the rest of the movie, I agree with you. I still remember it as a supremely visceral theater viewing, along with There Will Be Blood, which was around the same time. Kinda hard to find that these days.

I just love this part in the convenience store...

https://thumbs.gfycat.com/AliveTotalBasenji-small.gif

...Chighur was like, "yoooo...you don't know how close you just came, homey..." :D
I still haven't seen No Country. I really need to.

I fucking HATED There Will Be Blood. And I really like previous PT Anderson movies.
 
My mother is a fucking loon.
Yesterday morning her husband drove her to a hospital appointment and went to wait in the carpark. When she was done, she tried to call him but his phone went to answerphone, so she deduced that he must have parked in a signal blackspot.
Ok.
At this point your sane person would leave a message, settle down in the café with a coffee and a broadsheet, and chill until he thought to check.
Nope.
At this point my mother hops on a bus, knowing that it takes many hours and several changes to get home, and leaves an answerphone message on my phone that I should contact my stepfather and tell him. She left a message because I didn't answer. I didn't answer because, as everyone has known for several years, I have no signal at work. If it's important people can call the office, but my cell is dead.
... I'm not quite sure what magical powers I would have used to inform her husband. In a carpark somewhere miles away. With no phone signal.
It reminded me of the yo-yo of my childhood of being constantly belittled, until something went wrong and I was expected to magically fix it for her.

It's a wonder I survived to adulthood.
 
Similar. I’ve spent most of my life taking care of a woman who has never liked me, but still counts on me to be the solution to her problems.
 
Two adult women (allegedly) whining in public again about their life long mummy issues.

Pathetic.
 
My mother is a fucking loon.
Yesterday morning her husband drove her to a hospital appointment and went to wait in the carpark. When she was done, she tried to call him but his phone went to answerphone, so she deduced that he must have parked in a signal blackspot.
Ok.
At this point your sane person would leave a message, settle down in the café with a coffee and a broadsheet, and chill until he thought to check.
Nope.
At this point my mother hops on a bus, knowing that it takes many hours and several changes to get home, and leaves an answerphone message on my phone that I should contact my stepfather and tell him. She left a message because I didn't answer. I didn't answer because, as everyone has known for several years, I have no signal at work. If it's important people can call the office, but my cell is dead.
... I'm not quite sure what magical powers I would have used to inform her husband. In a carpark somewhere miles away. With no phone signal.
It reminded me of the yo-yo of my childhood of being constantly belittled, until something went wrong and I was expected to magically fix it for her.

It's a wonder I survived to adulthood.

You should write a book. Seriously.
 
Even though the ending is a bit of a jazz-handy meh sign off to the high-kinetic killer tension of the rest of the movie, I agree with you. I still remember it as a supremely visceral theater viewing, along with There Will Be Blood, which was around the same time. Kinda hard to find that these days.

I just love this part in the convenience store...

https://thumbs.gfycat.com/AliveTotalBasenji-small.gif

...Chighur was like, "yoooo...you don't know how close you just came, homey..." :D



The last act, in particular the refusal to show us what you'd ordinarily think should be the climax, used to really bug me. But if you think of Tommy Lee Jones as the actual central character in the movie — and the older I get, the more I identify with that point of view — then the ending makes more sense, at least to me.

There Will Be Blood always reminded me of Raging Bull: a Mount Everest-level lead performance, but at the service of a character who is just fundamentally uninteresting to me.
 
gwen stefani is going to be fifty in a couple days. just one more thing that makes me feel old.

also, in case you're wondering how i knew that, it was just boredom + youtube = looking shit up on wikipedia, yo.

though i do love me some itty bitty titties.
 
My momma told me....She said son, be a doctor, be a lawyer. I said Mom, I don't play golf and I hate to lie........





Comshaw
 
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