Q: Why are you trying to throw that fallen tree at that window?
A: This is how I log into windows.
Q: What do you use for a password?
A: SMASH!
Q: What if there's a BSD?
A: Drat. You mean this window isn't version 7?
Q: Nope. It's version 95, released in the year M ... but at least it isn't the millenium edition.
A: Thank God for small mercies.
STO Member since February 2009. I Was A Trekkie Before It Was Cool ... Sept. 8th, 1966 ... Not To Mention Before Most Folks Around Here Were Born! Forever a STO Veteran-Minion
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
Is doom palpable? Tangible? Or is it one with the winds of yesteryear? Philosophically speaking, it could be another tragic casualty of a lack of depressing unwillingness to avoid the future. Even a cup of hemlock couldn't change the outcome. Doom is the voice of conformism telling us that if we don't fit in, if we don't look, sound, think, and speak like everyone around us, we're doomed. Doom is the essence of insubstantial failure. I can envision it being something that will lurk, like a burglar wearing wooden shoes, hiding under your bed, having arguments with the monster there, and then there's your closet of insecurities. That's a subject for another discussion.
Milo...
No, no, Binkley. We can't look behind us anymore. It puts a crick in our necks. We must look forward. Even if we trip and fall and injure ourselves as we do so.
Wouldn't it make more sense if we opened our eyes first? Then we at least wouldn't stumble over Opus when he falls asleep at the top of the stairs.
It isn't my fault. I had a late night snack and fell asleep before I got back to bed.
And the female penguin in the freezer?
Just a friend. I met her at the bar. She'll be gone in the morning. Migrating to Antarctica.
With a layover in Iowa?
She got lost. It could happen to anyone. I got lost once.
On the way from your bedroom to the bathroom.
See? Like I said. It could happen to anyone. She's really quite nice. Even Ms. Harlow didn't mind her too much.
She opened the freezer, stared, and screamed.
Am I doomed, then?
At least for the time being.
(with apologies to Berke Breathed's "Bloom County")
Is doom palpable? Tangible? Or is it one with the winds of yesteryear? Philosophically speaking, it could be another tragic casualty of a lack of depressing unwillingness to avoid the future. Even a cup of hemlock couldn't change the outcome. Doom is the voice of conformism telling us that if we don't fit in, if we don't look, sound, think, and speak like everyone around us, we're doomed. Doom is the essence of insubstantial failure. I can envision it being something that will lurk, like a burglar wearing wooden shoes, hiding under your bed, having arguments with the monster there, and then there's your closet of insecurities. That's a subject for another discussion.
Milo...
No, no, Binkley. We can't look behind us anymore. It puts a crick in our necks. We must look forward. Even if we trip and fall and injure ourselves as we do so.
Wouldn't it make more sense if we opened our eyes first? Then we at least wouldn't stumble over Opus when he falls asleep at the top of the stairs.
It isn't my fault. I had a late night snack and fell asleep before I got back to bed.
And the female penguin in the freezer?
Just a friend. I met her at the bar. She'll be gone in the morning. Migrating to Antarctica.
With a layover in Iowa?
She got lost. It could happen to anyone. I got lost once.
On the way from your bedroom to the bathroom.
See? Like I said. It could happen to anyone. She's really quite nice. Even Ms. Harlow didn't mind her too much.
She opened the freezer, stared, and screamed.
Am I doomed, then?
At least for the time being.
(with apologies to Berke Breathed's "Bloom County")
That was awesome. I tried to link the "slow clap" gif. But...yeah...it didn't work.
Is doom palpable? Tangible? Or is it one with the winds of yesteryear? Philosophically speaking, it could be another tragic casualty of a lack of depressing unwillingness to avoid the future. Even a cup of hemlock couldn't change the outcome. Doom is the voice of conformism telling us that if we don't fit in, if we don't look, sound, think, and speak like everyone around us, we're doomed. Doom is the essence of insubstantial failure. I can envision it being something that will lurk, like a burglar wearing wooden shoes, hiding under your bed, having arguments with the monster there, and then there's your closet of insecurities. That's a subject for another discussion.
Milo...
No, no, Binkley. We can't look behind us anymore. It puts a crick in our necks. We must look forward. Even if we trip and fall and injure ourselves as we do so.
Wouldn't it make more sense if we opened our eyes first? Then we at least wouldn't stumble over Opus when he falls asleep at the top of the stairs.
It isn't my fault. I had a late night snack and fell asleep before I got back to bed.
And the female penguin in the freezer?
Just a friend. I met her at the bar. She'll be gone in the morning. Migrating to Antarctica.
With a layover in Iowa?
She got lost. It could happen to anyone. I got lost once.
On the way from your bedroom to the bathroom.
See? Like I said. It could happen to anyone. She's really quite nice. Even Ms. Harlow didn't mind her too much.
She opened the freezer, stared, and screamed.
Am I doomed, then?
At least for the time being.
(with apologies to Berke Breathed's "Bloom County")
Glad you liked it. I miss "Bloom County" of the early 1980s. When it was still rebellious and didn't seem to have any interest in being popular. Before "political correctness" reared its ugly head. If a reader took "Bloom County" seriously, they entirely missed the point of it. I'll try to think of another pseudo-Bloom-County bit to write about. The burglar part is from an ad (one of the better ones) at YouTube. Being a nonconformist, it's easy to write about the dangers of being overly conforming. Maybe I missed my calling and should've been a comic strip writer (and have someone else do the drawing; I'm a lousy artist).
Remember that night, Binkley? When Mrs. Grundy came out in lingerie and bedroom slippers.
No. When was that, Milo?
She was so beautiful. Such sharp, smiling teeth. Such acidic drool burning into the carpet. The smoke rising.
You make her sound like a corrosive vampire.
And the smile when she watched "The Shining" for the hundredth time. Such unalloyed pleasure.
I'm not listening to this, Milo. You can't tell me she's a Kubrick fan.
But she is, Binkley. When David Bowman turned into an old man in the hotel room in "2001", she went up to the TV screen, and screamed, "It's Maude, it's Maude!"
Glad you liked it. I miss "Bloom County" of the early 1980s. When it was still rebellious and didn't seem to have any interest in being popular. Before "political correctness" reared its ugly head.
To this day, "Hairy Fishnuts" still leaves me in stitches.
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YOU HAVE KILLED THE FORUMS!
WHICH WILL KILL STO!!!!!
LOL only kidding
I hope STO get's better ...
Depends on whether or not Voporak shows up.
A: This is how I log into windows.
Q: What do you use for a password?
A: SMASH!
Q: What if there's a BSD?
A: Drat. You mean this window isn't version 7?
Q: Nope. It's version 95, released in the year M ... but at least it isn't the millenium edition.
A: Thank God for small mercies.
But what the hell... Break out the champagne!!
:cool:
I Was A Trekkie Before It Was Cool ... Sept. 8th, 1966 ... Not To Mention Before Most Folks Around Here Were Born!
Forever a STO Veteran-Minion
"I dub thee ... the Redundant Doom Thread!"
"Um. Id Software would like to speak with you."
Did someone say my name? :rolleyes:
Screaming temporal doooom!
I did, and I for one am scared this might really be the end. (for this thread.)
Oh, well, might as well make it fun while it lasts.
Let's get this DOOM party started
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
Milo...
No, no, Binkley. We can't look behind us anymore. It puts a crick in our necks. We must look forward. Even if we trip and fall and injure ourselves as we do so.
Wouldn't it make more sense if we opened our eyes first? Then we at least wouldn't stumble over Opus when he falls asleep at the top of the stairs.
It isn't my fault. I had a late night snack and fell asleep before I got back to bed.
And the female penguin in the freezer?
Just a friend. I met her at the bar. She'll be gone in the morning. Migrating to Antarctica.
With a layover in Iowa?
She got lost. It could happen to anyone. I got lost once.
On the way from your bedroom to the bathroom.
See? Like I said. It could happen to anyone. She's really quite nice. Even Ms. Harlow didn't mind her too much.
She opened the freezer, stared, and screamed.
Am I doomed, then?
At least for the time being.
(with apologies to Berke Breathed's "Bloom County")
That was awesome. I tried to link the "slow clap" gif. But...yeah...it didn't work.
It's nice to see a few people remember that.
Remember that night, Binkley? When Mrs. Grundy came out in lingerie and bedroom slippers.
No. When was that, Milo?
She was so beautiful. Such sharp, smiling teeth. Such acidic drool burning into the carpet. The smoke rising.
You make her sound like a corrosive vampire.
And the smile when she watched "The Shining" for the hundredth time. Such unalloyed pleasure.
I'm not listening to this, Milo. You can't tell me she's a Kubrick fan.
But she is, Binkley. When David Bowman turned into an old man in the hotel room in "2001", she went up to the TV screen, and screamed, "It's Maude, it's Maude!"
I imagine that Bea Arthur wasn't too pleased.
To this day, "Hairy Fishnuts" still leaves me in stitches.