Keep in mind Lara Croft's boobs got bigger, then smaller, then slightly bigger, then much smaller as the franchise continued. Developers learned by shame similarly to how a pet dog learns the boundaries of the invisible fence in the front yard.
One of my favorite things about Middle-Earth is the decay of the world. Just about every other fantasy made their world the awesomest. Tolkien didn't. He wrote us a world on its last legs.
But then he spoiled it by making the baddies of old exactly the same as the baddies of new, but bigger.
yes but did he have an A&E original reality TV series about him?
AAAAA!!! PLAAAYGUUU!!!!
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A police officer in New Mexico is facing a lawsuit from a family who claims he used a taser gun on their 10-year-old son during a school career day after the boy jokingly refused to scrub the officer’s car. The boy, R.D., was knocked unconscious and is reportedly suffering from post-traumatic shock. “Defendant Webb asked the boy, R.D., in a group of boys, who would like to clean his patrol unit,” the lawsuit claims. “A number of boys said that they would. R.D., joking, said that he did not want to clean the patrol unit. Defendant Webb responded by pointing his Taser at R.D. and saying, 'Let me show you what happens to people who do not listen to the police.” Webb was only given a three-day suspension by the police department despite causing scars the lawsuit compared to cigarette burns. “No reasonable officer confronting a situation where the need for force is at its lowest, on a playground with elementary age children, would have deployed the Taser in so reckless a manner as to cause physical and psychological injury,” R.D.’s lawyer said.
A police officer in New Mexico is facing a lawsuit from a family who claims he used a taser gun on their 10-year-old son during a school career day after the boy jokingly refused to scrub the officer’s car. The boy, R.D., was knocked unconscious and is reportedly suffering from post-traumatic shock. “Defendant Webb asked the boy, R.D., in a group of boys, who would like to clean his patrol unit,” the lawsuit claims. “A number of boys said that they would. R.D., joking, said that he did not want to clean the patrol unit. Defendant Webb responded by pointing his Taser at R.D. and saying, 'Let me show you what happens to people who do not listen to the police.” Webb was only given a three-day suspension by the police department despite causing scars the lawsuit compared to cigarette burns. “No reasonable officer confronting a situation where the need for force is at its lowest, on a playground with elementary age children, would have deployed the Taser in so reckless a manner as to cause physical and psychological injury,” R.D.’s lawyer said.
Dude should be charged with assault
Any other professional would have had their license revoked for that degree of gross negligence and misconduct
A police officer in New Mexico is facing a lawsuit from a family who claims he used a taser gun on their 10-year-old son during a school career day after the boy jokingly refused to scrub the officer’s car. The boy, R.D., was knocked unconscious and is reportedly suffering from post-traumatic shock. “Defendant Webb asked the boy, R.D., in a group of boys, who would like to clean his patrol unit,” the lawsuit claims. “A number of boys said that they would. R.D., joking, said that he did not want to clean the patrol unit. Defendant Webb responded by pointing his Taser at R.D. and saying, 'Let me show you what happens to people who do not listen to the police.” Webb was only given a three-day suspension by the police department despite causing scars the lawsuit compared to cigarette burns. “No reasonable officer confronting a situation where the need for force is at its lowest, on a playground with elementary age children, would have deployed the Taser in so reckless a manner as to cause physical and psychological injury,” R.D.’s lawyer said.
Dude should be charged with assault
Any other professional would have had their license revoked for that degree of gross negligence and misconduct
C'mon, pointing a deadly weapon at a ten year old and accidentally discharging it into said ten year old is totes not a big deal.
let me walk you through my absolutely insane mind- this is a dream i've had a few times now in the past couple months.
so in this dream i have a totally new family- none of the people in this dream (except me, debatably) are real. the people i'm aware of are a kind of tired, beat down single mother and then my little brother who's sad and sickly, and very underdeveloped. think lil' robert arryn.
so i'm the only one home (or at least, in the main living area of the house) when i hear a knock on the door. it's a very pretty (if slightly gap toothed, kind of quirkily imperfect) young woman. this girl is either a call girl or a recalcitrant amateur porn star- like, backroom casting couch style. she is not being coerced or anything but she is just a mixture of bored, apathetic, and kind of unhappy about having to be here. she and i then proceed to have amazing, life changing, inimitable, mind blowing sex. once it's over she gets dressed. here is where it gets... exceptionally weird.
there is now a level of abstraction in the dream. on the one hand, my dream's protagonist is aware of the situation- aware that she's being paid and isn't really loving this situation, and feels nothing for me. but another part of me- the more immediate instantiation of 'me' in this dream- loves her madly and believes implicitly that this experience we just shared has led to that love being reciprocal. it is that sense of mutual love felt by my dream-self when my pathetic, ~6 year old brother and my mom walk in.
i proudly place my hand around the waist of the girl, pleased to introduce my one-half-of-my-mind's legitimate, loving girlfriend. i say "mom, bro, this is katie."
my mom's face immediately drops. she goes from horrified to angry in a split second and manages to sputter out... katie!?
this is where my brain immediately plays catch-up, as i realize why she's angry. a few things happen instantaneously:
1) i realize that my arm isn't around anyone. within this dream world i've totally invented this girl. i look over and no one is there. the woman was a figment (even in the context of my imagined world) and there is no one standing next to me. it's just me, my little brother, and my mother in the room.
2) i immediately realize that i once had a little sister named katie. she died very young, maybe as a toddler? she couldn't have lived until she was older than 2 or 3.
the last thing that happens after these two revelations is that my mind (like, my mind within my mind- the mind of my character, standing there in that room) goes through a sped-up recollection of katie. it's kind of an old, vaudevillian horror filter. she is an incredibly stunted, deformed child. her hunchback is pronounced and she sort of scoots around the floor like a land snake, kind of impelling herself sideways by flexing her core. she is a carnival freakshow, basically, and all these memories are accompanied by glibly upbeat piano with a grainy, old timey filmstrip format as the various pictures and videos fly by in memory.
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I have booked a holiday to Belfast. Where is Rms? I need a list of things to see
He doesn't live in Belfast, does he? It's a bit grim. Or used to be, when I went there a lot.
:?:
Yeah, he lives outside of Belfast. Maybe Derry? I think he has said but I forget.
I'm looking forward to visiting. I really like the accent and a vague desire to see the places my family was run out from back in the 19th century
EDIT: Even reading it now I am laughing, so good.
Huh, the real fake poster is better.
We also did not win the pub quiz. Despite there being a round on dragons
Bad luck. We got tenth the other night, with a score that would have placed us usually, how embarrassing
smaug
the answer is always smaug
I was there as geek-expert.
We always won the quiz, but they used to just buy me continuous rounds, coz I was a student and they were proper rich.
So I'd drink about 12-15 pints and regret it greatly.
Net loss.
Morgoth is eviler than Sauron.
Ancalagon is bigger than Smaug
Ungoliant is grosser than Shelob.
Oh you have that Aragorn guy? That's nice. Here's a dude with a flying ship.
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But then he spoiled it by making the baddies of old exactly the same as the baddies of new, but bigger.
yes but did he have an A&E original reality TV series about him?
this happened to me on Sunday
rich bankers just kept on buying drink after drink after drink after drink
ugh
Dude should be charged with assault
Any other professional would have had their license revoked for that degree of gross negligence and misconduct
C'mon, pointing a deadly weapon at a ten year old and accidentally discharging it into said ten year old is totes not a big deal.
We often win
I'm complete shit at anything involving television produced after 1995 or before 1984 though
also american football and baseball
why are there eggs in your scotch
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what a fool, I love every one posted in chat
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@evil multifarious
@so it goes
@podly
@dlinfiniti
@eddy
@visiblehowl
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let me walk you through my absolutely insane mind- this is a dream i've had a few times now in the past couple months.
so in this dream i have a totally new family- none of the people in this dream (except me, debatably) are real. the people i'm aware of are a kind of tired, beat down single mother and then my little brother who's sad and sickly, and very underdeveloped. think lil' robert arryn.
so i'm the only one home (or at least, in the main living area of the house) when i hear a knock on the door. it's a very pretty (if slightly gap toothed, kind of quirkily imperfect) young woman. this girl is either a call girl or a recalcitrant amateur porn star- like, backroom casting couch style. she is not being coerced or anything but she is just a mixture of bored, apathetic, and kind of unhappy about having to be here. she and i then proceed to have amazing, life changing, inimitable, mind blowing sex. once it's over she gets dressed. here is where it gets... exceptionally weird.
there is now a level of abstraction in the dream. on the one hand, my dream's protagonist is aware of the situation- aware that she's being paid and isn't really loving this situation, and feels nothing for me. but another part of me- the more immediate instantiation of 'me' in this dream- loves her madly and believes implicitly that this experience we just shared has led to that love being reciprocal. it is that sense of mutual love felt by my dream-self when my pathetic, ~6 year old brother and my mom walk in.
i proudly place my hand around the waist of the girl, pleased to introduce my one-half-of-my-mind's legitimate, loving girlfriend. i say "mom, bro, this is katie."
my mom's face immediately drops. she goes from horrified to angry in a split second and manages to sputter out... katie!?
this is where my brain immediately plays catch-up, as i realize why she's angry. a few things happen instantaneously:
1) i realize that my arm isn't around anyone. within this dream world i've totally invented this girl. i look over and no one is there. the woman was a figment (even in the context of my imagined world) and there is no one standing next to me. it's just me, my little brother, and my mother in the room.
2) i immediately realize that i once had a little sister named katie. she died very young, maybe as a toddler? she couldn't have lived until she was older than 2 or 3.
the last thing that happens after these two revelations is that my mind (like, my mind within my mind- the mind of my character, standing there in that room) goes through a sped-up recollection of katie. it's kind of an old, vaudevillian horror filter. she is an incredibly stunted, deformed child. her hunchback is pronounced and she sort of scoots around the floor like a land snake, kind of impelling herself sideways by flexing her core. she is a carnival freakshow, basically, and all these memories are accompanied by glibly upbeat piano with a grainy, old timey filmstrip format as the various pictures and videos fly by in memory.
then i wake up.
what the fuck? am i a serial killer?