amateurhourOne day I'll be professionalhourThe woods somewhere in TennesseeRegistered Userregular
edited May 2008
I had this weird conversation the other day about a bizzaro world where Khoo found Kurtz before Gabe and Tycho and PvP was the biggest webcomic in the world.
cause let's face it. Khoo is the sole reason for the Penny-Arcade brand.
cause let's face it. Khoo is the sole reason for the Penny-Arcade brand.
I'm not going to face that. PvP is terrible.
edit: I mean, I'm sure PA wouldn't be the world-spanning global oligarchy it is today without him, but it's not exactly the same as turning lead into gold
cause let's face it. Khoo is the sole reason for the Penny-Arcade brand.
I'm not going to face that. PvP is terrible.
edit: I mean, I'm sure PA wouldn't be the world-spanning global oligarchy it is today without him, but it's not exactly the same as turning lead into gold
Oh yeah, I mean they stand for something, and have a great comic, and would have one regardless, but they're not exactly shrewd businessmen.
If it wasn't for Khoo we would be reading Penny Arcade "brought to you by 1up.com" !!!
[SIZE=+1]H[/SIZE]ere I have a confession to make. It's not something that's easy to explain, but here goes. After two days of nearly constant religious instruction, songs, worship and praise — two days that for me meant an unending regimen of forced and fake responses — a funny thing started to happen to my head. There is a transformational quality in these external demonstrations of faith and belief. The more you shout out praising the Lord, singing along to those awful acoustic tunes, telling people how blessed you feel and so on, the more a sort of mechanical Christian skin starts to grow all over your real self. Even if you're a degenerate Rolling Stone reporter inwardly chuckling and busting on the whole scene — even if you're intellectually enraged by the ignorance and arrogant prejudice flowing from the mouth of a terminal-ambition case like Phil Fortenberry — outwardly you're swaying to the gospel and singing and praising and acting the part, and those outward ministrations assume a kind of sincerity in themselves. And at the same time, that "inner you" begins to get tired of the whole spectacle and sometimes forgets to protest — in my case checking out into baseball reveries and other daydreams while the outer me did the "work" of singing and praising. At any given moment, which one is the real you?
You may think you know the answer, but by my third day I began to notice how effortlessly my soft-spoken Matt-mannequin was going through his robotic motions of praise, and I was shocked. For a brief, fleeting moment I could see how under different circumstances it would be easy enough to bury your "sinful" self far under the skin of your outer Christian and to just travel through life this way. So long as you go through all the motions, no one will care who you really are underneath. And besides, so long as you are going through all the motions, never breaking the facade, who are you really? It was an incomplete thought, but it was a scary one; it was the very first time I worried that the experience of entering this world might prove to be anything more than an unusually tiring assignment. I feared for my normal.
I'm still trying to figure out how they managed to get around the whole "except you can opt not to donate your organs" counter-argument so as to keep flinging the whole "shitting on people's beliefs" nonsense around.
Aldo, i've started downloading Dream Of Mirrors to play, you think there will be anyone else from PA on there? It seems that you get bonuses for playing with people you know.
Plus i've been playing Trickster and the drilling system in that along with the game development is just horrid.
I'm still trying to figure out how they managed to get around the whole "except you can opt not to donate your organs" counter-argument so as to keep flinging the whole "shitting on people's beliefs" nonsense around.
That's one thing I'm really, really coming to hate about forum debates. You can peg somebody on a faulty concept, but they can usually get away with glossing right over it. I just don't understand it.
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Cheater
Three Panel Soul.
cause let's face it. Khoo is the sole reason for the Penny-Arcade brand.
That guy needs to open his own business school
South Park ripping on him was my favorite part of the last season.
And Eli & co have earned the right to never be mocked by me ever again for that win of theirs.
I'm not going to face that. PvP is terrible.
edit: I mean, I'm sure PA wouldn't be the world-spanning global oligarchy it is today without him, but it's not exactly the same as turning lead into gold
Well duh. It's pretty loose on the setting, though, so you can use it in place of plenty of other RPGs.
Oh yeah, I mean they stand for something, and have a great comic, and would have one regardless, but they're not exactly shrewd businessmen.
If it wasn't for Khoo we would be reading Penny Arcade "brought to you by 1up.com" !!!
You may think you know the answer, but by my third day I began to notice how effortlessly my soft-spoken Matt-mannequin was going through his robotic motions of praise, and I was shocked. For a brief, fleeting moment I could see how under different circumstances it would be easy enough to bury your "sinful" self far under the skin of your outer Christian and to just travel through life this way. So long as you go through all the motions, no one will care who you really are underneath. And besides, so long as you are going through all the motions, never breaking the facade, who are you really? It was an incomplete thought, but it was a scary one; it was the very first time I worried that the experience of entering this world might prove to be anything more than an unusually tiring assignment. I feared for my normal.
HEY GUYS I GOT ONE RIGHT.
Now if only one in eight correct got you a passing grade.
then theres the Jets......
His spot on NPR was hilarious, as expected.
I had my first sexual experience involving another person at a Unitarian youth group outing.
Buncha goddamn hippies.
Man, I got screwed on my first experience, literally. I went from never having so much as really even kissed a girl to sex.
Talk about an awkward, embarrasing, and really, really awesome
Fucker's a foaming-at-the-mouth libertarian. I didn't even know they had those in England.
What maths are you doing? I love when I can actually do maths that other people find difficult.
Good morning, le chat.
Man I'm a Jets fan and I was dancing in the streets at that win.
Everybody was a Giants fan around here that day, I'll tell you that.
It was such an awesome week. Hi 5's from random strangers, shouts in public.
Awesome.
That's one thing I'm really, really coming to hate about forum debates. You can peg somebody on a faulty concept, but they can usually get away with glossing right over it. I just don't understand it.
to the giants.
Fuck yes.
I was a little late on the conversation but the spirit is still there, goddamnit.
Probably the best I will ever witness.
Murder is the answer.
The Show Me State
The Prove It State
The Demonstrate your God-Damned Thesis State
Have I lost it or something?
Nah, you just need to be in top form at all times around here.