Zaphod42 posted:

Yeah sure, but "guy who boasts and exaggerates his life story in minor ways" is a pretty lame unreliable narrator compared to like, Shutter Island.

I guess a couple lines like that were meant to make you doubt the whole story, but I find most of the movie pretty believable otherwise. I buy that he got away with hell in prison and I buy that he flew a helicopter while on drugs and I'll buy that they had company parties where they threw midgets and paid women to shave their hair or whatever. Maybe I gave him too much credit and some of that stuff was BS, but it seems plausible to me, so the way over-the-top clearly made up stuff just seemed unnecessary. But I guess its supposed to make you doubt everything else, yeah.


My old man made me actually wait until I was 13 to see PG-13 movies in theaters, same with rated R films (or for the most part) and every one of my friends would go see some movie and then I'd just have to watch it on HBO later or whatever, seemed so stupid.

You'd have to be pretty drat repressed to put that on yourself as a kid.

Danger Mahoney posted:

Jesus. Most of us saw Predator, Rambo and Robocop in theaters before the age of 10. They made toys.

Zelder posted:

That is the attitude of a kid who is going to have a rough time in a high school

netally posted:

Unless your teenager is Rory Gilmore, this conversation never happened:

Danger Mahoney posted:

Jesus. Most of us saw Predator, Rambo and Robocop in theaters before the age of 10. They made toys.

Danger Mahoney posted:

Jesus. Most of us saw Predator, Rambo and Robocop in theaters before the age of 10. They made toys.

Danger Mahoney posted:

Jesus. Most of us saw Predator, Rambo and Robocop in theaters before the age of 10. They made toys.

Ramos posted:

Doom was a fun game to to play on my father's lap when I was five. I assume it's also why I never really had any equivalent of a scary monster in the closet.

Zaphod42 posted:

I always thought that was so weird that parents can get so upset about that stuff but people are happy to market that poo poo to kids. I guess whatever sells, sells, and some parents don't care. Like I saw Game of Thrones action figures at walgreens the other day. That's... a bit mature for kids, you know? (Oh who am I kidding, those action figures are for goons)

Still, I remember when I was young my sister saw Jurassic Park at a friend's house and my parents were loving livid because it was rated pg-13. I mean seriously wtf. loving Bible Belt repressed parenting bullshit, man.

I mean, its not like I didn't see Predator or Rambo at my friend's house on VHS all the loving time. I loved Predator when I was like 11.


I got in trouble for playing doom when I was young, but I just played Dark Forces instead and somehow that was okay. (And then played Doom and Wolfenstein at a friend's house)

netally posted:

Unless your teenager is Rory Gilmore, this conversation never happened:

Evelyn Nesbit posted:

Oh my god, no one cares if you were allowed to watch pg-13 movies or not.

quote:

Barking Orders
SUPERMARKET | CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA | AT THE CHECKOUT, CRAZY REQUESTS, PETS & ANIMALS
(I am a customer at a supermarket. I watch this scene unfold at the checkout. It’s extremely busy and there are long lines at all the checkouts. The customer in front of me is a middle-aged woman.)

Customer: “Please, please hurry! You’re so slow. I’ve left my dog in my car, and it’s so terribly hot.”

(It’s actually a cool, cloudy day. As the employee scans the large number of items in her trolley as fast as she possibly can, the customer keeps muttering about her dog and how slow she is.)

Customer: “Wait! Isn’t there a discount on this item? It’s showing [amount] on the display, but there’s supposed to be a special offer of [amount] off.”

Employee: “Yes, ma’am, if you just look at the line below:” *indicating the display*

Customer: *ignoring her* “No, you’re wrong. I’ll prove it! Wait a minute.”

(She rushes off into the supermarket, leaving the whole line standing and waiting. She’s gone a long time, and everyone is showing signs of impatience. Eventually she comes back carrying the price tag and special offer notice that she’s ripped off the shelf.)

Customer: “You see! There’s supposed to be a discount of [amount].”

Employee: “Yes, ma’am. There’s the discount correctly shown on the line below the item.” *she shows her on the display*

(After much peering she reluctantly agrees.)

Customer: “Wait! Here’s my loyalty card. Oh, my poor dog! He’s waiting for me in that hot car.”

(She fishes around in her purse for some time before producing her loyalty card.)

Customer: *repacking a bag* “No, don’t put that in this bag.” *she fusses around, transferring items from one bag to another*

Employee: “Your total is [amount].”

(She spends some time looking slowly through her wallet before she produces a credit card.)

Customer: “And I’d like [amount] cash back, please.”

(The employee processes the transaction and hands her her cash back. With a look of relief, the employee turns to me, next in line.)

Customer: “Wait! You gave me all hundreds. Can you please give me two fifties instead of this hundred? I need some change.”

Employee: “I’ve already closed the drawer ma’am. You’ll have to wait until it opens for the next transaction.”

Customer: “You’re so slow and inefficient. Don’t you know that I have a dog waiting in my hot car?”

Customer Behind Me: *coming forward* “Here, I’ve got change for you.”

(He handed her two fifties for her hundred and she finally left, still muttering about the dog in the hot car. I quickly finished checking out, and walked out into the parking lot. I walked past the customer, busy putting her bags into her car. There was no dog in the car.)

sweeperbravo posted:

What a wacky, wacky customer!!!

LITERALLY A BIRD posted:

Jesus christ what even was the point to that story

LITERALLY A BIRD posted:

Jesus christ what even was the point to that story

LITERALLY A BIRD posted:

Jesus christ what even was the point to that story

HiroProtagonist posted:

oh thank god for that last sentence. gently caress people that leave animals in cars.

quote:

A little background for you guys: I have pretty bad anxiety, and I never have the courage to talk to anyone face to face except for the occasional "hello" to strangers.

Today, while at Walmart, my grandmother and I were checking out at a self check out, and the machine told us we needed to wait for assistance.

A really cute employee comes over and starts to assist us. The first thing I notice are his eyes. Imgur, his bright blue eyes stole my heart. I then saw that he had Vault Boy badge things on his vest, and I complimented them. I only did that because I thought he was done and we would both go on with our lives. Nope. The machine started to mess up again and he had to help us more. So awkward me is trying to act cool and not overthink the situation.

After two other employees help us, (and eventually got an extra $20.25 out of the situation!) we start to head out of the store.

Halfway to the door, I hear a, "hey! Wait up!" so I turn around, and it's the cute employee! I just assumed we forgot something at the register or something. Then suddenly, he says, "Are you in a relationship?" not believing what I was just asked, I manage to say no. "Would you like to be in one?" my face started to burn! I gave him my number, and the whole ride home I was shaking from anxiety.

TL;DR - Walmart self check out machine was my ultimate wingman, gave a cute employee my number. Anxiety levels are through the roof.

tacodaemon posted:

Do any of you believe the story in this column?
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/soloish/wp/2015/12/30/may-the-lord-bless-you-unless-youre-single/

oldpainless posted:

Dogs probably dead on the floor

Verisimilidude posted:

kinmik posted:

Chatting about ignorant Christians , a thing 5-year-olds do.

Minarchist posted:

It pisses me off when people say Santa isn't real. He's a jolly old fat guy in a red suit who lives at the north pole with a ton of elves and he brings you cool poo poo every year on Christmas, or at other times on occasion when you aren't expecting him. How people can say someone who hooked them up with a ton of toys over the years isn't real is beyond me.

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

Son, sit down. We have something to tell you.

EmmyOk posted:

When my best friend was 7 his parents told him Santa wasn't real. He went into school the next day and smugly told all the other kids and they called him the Grinch for months after.

kinmik posted:

Chatting about ignorant Christians , a thing 5-year-olds do.

Minarchist posted:

It pisses me off when people say Santa isn't real. He's a jolly old fat guy in a red suit who lives at the north pole with a ton of elves and he brings you cool poo poo every year on Christmas, or at other times on occasion when you aren't expecting him. How people can say someone who hooked them up with a ton of toys over the years isn't real is beyond me.