I'm mad that I enjoyed the last four episodes of this latest season of The Handmaid's Tale because I really didn't enjoy the season as a whole and I half wish that they would have made a hash of it at the end so I could stop watching it.
People that quote Rick and morty at a wedding are not good
The worst part was my wife was sitting next to me and asked why I was in shock. She's never seen the show so when I explained the show and that the original speech was made by a total piece of shit protagonist, she shared my horror.
Unfortunately, the rest of her family was confused about the speech as well so she told them that I knew the context, and then had to explain that I watch a show that has a garbage main character that some people hero-worship and now I'm pretty sure everyone in her family thinks I'm a goddamn weirdo for knowing it.
which is why i never tell people I watch Rick and Morty
Also it's right before everything goes horribly wrong, which isn't really the tone you want to set.
*I stand and politely tap my glass until all eyes are finally on me, the true star of my nieces special day. I raise my glass*
"Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin’ back, from the island of Tinian to Leyte, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about a half an hour...."
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I actually went and watched the clip (well, part of it, at least), despite my Rick and Morty aversion, and I do find it very funny that someone went through the effort of copying down a speech that made a point of how it was ad-libbed and not fully written down in advance.
There's a beautiful irony there, especially because the speech probably would have been better if he had used the written speech from the show and gone ahead and ad-libbed it himself.
People emulate Cartman, and that show doesn't really make a point that he's bad
Like yes, he is in the text, but its not really made a specific point of very often
The whole fucking point of Rick and Morty is that Rick is the smartest person in the universe and it doesn't matter because his various emotional hangups make him completely broken
Thats literally the whole point of the show
I know people don't engage with shit and just go aw yeah sweet catchphrase, but its REALLY hammered over and over and its wild to me people don't get it
Thanks for inviting me to your wedding, I just have a few short words
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?
Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd’s head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd’s eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting?—Water—there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it? Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.
There was a show on in the break room today that fucking blows my mind with how racist it is
I know lots of people don't realize it is a slur but the title is literally MY BIG FAT AMERICAN GY*SY WEDDING
And from the half an episode I saw it is just a bunch of white southern people calling themselves gy*sys and being Reality TV trashy and it is fucking ghastly
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I've unfortunately run across that show a few times and it seems to think its entire purpose is spending its run time trying to make people hate the Romany.
There is actually a notable population descended from Irish Travellers in the Southeastern US
This does not in any way excuse the title, content, or marketing of the show and I certainly haven't done research into the families themselves but it is not necessarily a given that they're just a bunch of Americans calling themselves that
There is actually a notable population descended from Irish Travellers in the Southeastern US
This does not in any way excuse the title, content, or marketing of the show and I certainly haven't done research into the families themselves but it is not necessarily a given that they're just a bunch of Americans calling themselves that
The Wiki page even uses "allegedly" in the opening paragraph referring to the folks on the shows heritage and while that is definitely possible given...literally everything about the show I saw I would be very, very surprised
My wife currently watches Dr. Pimple Popper on TLC.
I beg your fucking pardon
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IT'S REAL
WHY IS IT REAL
fuck this cursed hellplanet, I'm going to Titan
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I'm deeply resentful of the History channel
when I was a kid it was nothing but World War 2 documentaries, which I obviously didn't give a shit about, I just wanted to know how to get back to Stick Stickley
now I'd absolutely sit down and watch a show about Rommel or whatever, and now it's all ancient aliens horseshit
Was Steve Irwin Discovery Channel or Animal Planet
Also is there anyone alive doing the Steve Irwin "here am I in the wild with a cool animal" thing? The closest I've seen is the Planet Earth documentaries, which are cool, but not the same thing
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Which it isn't, because its NOT SUPPOSED TO BE
directly lifting your best man speech from a tv show or movie is a fucked up thing to do
Also it's right before everything goes horribly wrong, which isn't really the tone you want to set.
"Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin’ back, from the island of Tinian to Leyte, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about a half an hour...."
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There's a beautiful irony there, especially because the speech probably would have been better if he had used the written speech from the show and gone ahead and ad-libbed it himself.
People emulate Cartman, and that show doesn't really make a point that he's bad
Like yes, he is in the text, but its not really made a specific point of very often
The whole fucking point of Rick and Morty is that Rick is the smartest person in the universe and it doesn't matter because his various emotional hangups make him completely broken
Thats literally the whole point of the show
I know people don't engage with shit and just go aw yeah sweet catchphrase, but its REALLY hammered over and over and its wild to me people don't get it
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Mistake in the cloning lab
He did try to make it his own in that he changed the part about a black hole to a solar array he helped design in his engineering school.
So I guess he's not a total hack, or he's worse than that.
Coran Attack!
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those ships attract them thither?
Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd’s head, yet all were vain, unless the shepherd’s eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting?—Water—there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see it? Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.
I know lots of people don't realize it is a slur but the title is literally MY BIG FAT AMERICAN GY*SY WEDDING
And from the half an episode I saw it is just a bunch of white southern people calling themselves gy*sys and being Reality TV trashy and it is fucking ghastly
This does not in any way excuse the title, content, or marketing of the show and I certainly haven't done research into the families themselves but it is not necessarily a given that they're just a bunch of Americans calling themselves that
My wife currently watches Dr. Pimple Popper on TLC.
the only thing I'm learning about is how to hold in my vomit.
Coran Attack!
I beg your fucking pardon
WHY IS IT REAL
fuck this cursed hellplanet, I'm going to Titan
when I was a kid it was nothing but World War 2 documentaries, which I obviously didn't give a shit about, I just wanted to know how to get back to Stick Stickley
now I'd absolutely sit down and watch a show about Rommel or whatever, and now it's all ancient aliens horseshit
I'll feed my irradiated bones to a volcano
It's just letters
Back in my day that channel was all about learning and education. And sometimes there were titties.
From the time I've been alive it's been like, Trading Places and other HGTV-type stuff
Also remember when Discovery Channel was cool documentaries and Mythbusters and how it's now just also reality TV shows
actually, do forget shark week
Also is there anyone alive doing the Steve Irwin "here am I in the wild with a cool animal" thing? The closest I've seen is the Planet Earth documentaries, which are cool, but not the same thing