Gaius Marius posted:

Shepard's pie has no beef, the clue is in the name

Jen heir rick posted:

It's filled with shepards?

freeedr posted:

When my hospital was setting up the new EHR system I was one of the super-users tasked with getting in and seeing how it needed to be customized for us etc.

I never remembered this until I saw it again, but on setting up my profile for the first time years ago I typed a bunch of stupid poo poo in the “About me” blanks of my profile and then immediately forgot about it because it never popped up again.

Today I found it again. It’s the patient-facing profile that people have seen when I have been messaging them with results, help, etc. for years.



Oops.

YeahTubaMike posted:

That Italian Guy posted:

Speaking of spliced-in fake endings, a long time ago (VHS times) we used to have a weekly movie nights with my buddies. At a certain point we started teasing two of our friends about how good the ending of Casino was, without spoiling it for them; but every week, the guy who had the tape "forgot" to bring it over.

After a months or so, the hype was palpable and Casino was finally available. But, just before the plot twist at the end, the movie cuts to some of us doing lovely re-enactments of a bunch of famous scenes from other movies - except the punch lines are now all about how good the ending of Casino is.

The first one was one of us sitting under a running shower, holding a wooden duck and doing Rutger Hauer's "I've seen things" piece from Blade Runner, but recovering after "...time to die" with a peppy "oh, and I've also seen the ending of Casino!", smash cut to the next bit.

Why yes, we were in college at the time, why do you ask?

Outrail posted:

long pork pie

concise posted:

you see himmlerx stanning rhodesia on my discord is not introducing politics, and

Haschel Cedricson posted:

this isn't a joke; there actually was a guy named himmlerx stanning Rhodesia who was deemed not political.

oldpainless posted:

I bought CP brand new at full price and I was sorely disappointed

oldpainless posted:

By CP I meant Callisto Protocol

SimonChris posted:

Karate Bastard posted:

Stop. Himmler time

90s Cringe Rock posted:

there are train nazis, but there are also truck nazis, locked in an eternal struggle for dominance

null_pointer posted:

Ror posted:

https://i.imgur.com/uEEzVKh.mp4

if I were on the super ladder I would keep 3 points of contact

Nenonen posted:

It's not needed, he's beyond the three-point line

Arglebargle III posted:

I don't understand, Latin doesn't have the letter w

FreudianSlippers posted:

Vatchu talkin' bout, Villis?

Mr. Fix It posted:

doesn't the lack of 'w' save us from it being spelled "weni, widi, wici"?

Zopotantor posted:

the real snobs spell it ueni, uidi, uici

Grand Fromage posted:

Uwueni, uwuidi, uwuici.

Mr. Fix It posted:

only including my own quote for context

Karate Bastard posted:

What have you done

FYAD MODERATOR 2000 posted:

Hello, I have reset my password again.

U: FYAD MODERATOR 2000
P: fyad

also I have made it impossible to change the password on this account again. Enjoy!

FYAD MODERATOR 2000 posted:

yes plz permaban fyad moderator 2000 this poo poo is reet

(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)

Shyrka posted:

Actually it kind of lost its way earlier when he went in on the [simpson's] 6th season and used Usenet reviews to show how it was badly received. I dunno, I feel like early 90s Usenet reviews are a bit more self-selecting for weirdos than imdb scores so who cares what those nerds think.

SystemLogoff posted:

Posted on the Something Awful message board in 2023.

GolfHole posted:

one time i put on a welders mask and i sat in an inner tube and i watched the whole fuckin eclipse in a lake with a beer

Al! posted:

WAR CRIME GIGOLO posted:

George is an anti Semite. An AI should remove him from Seinfeld over this insanely insensitive statement against Israels divine right of God to execute the heretics

i say swears online posted:

we need more stinger missiles to fight the soviets, jerry

smarxist posted:

Captain Invictus posted:

Autisanal Cheese posted:

Cranappleberry posted:

got covid and, long story short, boy are my arms tired.

Zulily Zoetrope posted:

so you're saying it's just the flew

The Kins posted:

Zulily Zoetrope posted:

so you're saying it's just the flew

Eason the Fifth posted:

Speaking of Myth, are there any good Myth-likes?

Runa posted:

Well there's Riven: the Thequel to Myth

Noni posted:

I got really sick this past month and ended up eating a lot of crock-pot congee. I haven't seen a single word on congee in this thread, but the next time any of you are ill, I highly suggest it.

If someone needs a recipe, the basic one goes something like this:

Ingredients needed:
-Rice
-Salt
-Chicken or another broth. If you have duck broth, use that. Ducks are well known for their brothiness.

Optional ingredients, for when you aren't sick:
-Shredded meat, be it duck, pork, chicken, or "meat"
-Eggs
-Peanuts
-Ginger
-Shiitake mushrooms
-Green onions
-Sesame oil
-Oyster sauce
-Fish sauce
-Pepper sauce
-Soy sauce
-Picked vegetables
-Duck eggs or century eggs
-There are probably 100 other possible congee additions

Instructions:
1. Painfully wake up in your sweat-ridden bed and belch forth a solid three minutes of profanity against an impotent but vengeful god who hasn't yet been able to sack up enough juices to kill you. Your gravelly cries should be punctuated by deep, phlegmy coughs.
2. Now that you're sitting upright, it's time for the ritual clearing of holes in your head. Your idiot doctor wants a good post-sleep sputum sample. gently caress him and that "I'm not giving you antibiotics yet because I still think it's viral" crap. He might change his mind when you fill up this mayonnaise jar full of nickelodeonesque green slime and chuck it through his clinic window with a note wrapped around it: "Mostly from left lung. Right to follow."
3. Decide you should probably try to eat something.
4. Go to kitchen wearing blanket from bed. Shakily collapse on the stairs during the journey. Sit and think about how stupid stairs really are and how, now that you see them up close, you really need to vacuum them more. God drat this illness has made your IQ drop like a stone.
5. Dry heave.
6. Get to the kitchen and eat something random.
7. Wet heave.
8. As you sit on the floor in front of your toilet, ponder about eating a gentler food.
9. Look at yourself in bathroom mirror. Jesus christ. Just look at yourself. Is that thrush on your tongue? Dear god, what the hell is wrong with you. If you tossed some glitter on your face and called yourself Edward, you could easily be chest-deep in fat girl blowjobs right now.
10. In a feverish daydream where beautiful, scantily-clad women are ladling some kind of food to you, remember congee.
11. Fill a crock-pot with rice and broth (or, gently caress it, water) at a ratio of about 1:10. If you weren't sick, you'd probably add some shredded duck, pork, or chicken. Then maybe you'd add some ginger and shiitakes. You might add eggs towards the end of cooking. That's right. Eggs cooked into congee may be the only way that you'd be able to keep down any protein. Salt that poo poo. gently caress it, add MSG too. MSG never hurt a goddamn person.
12. Go back to your bedroom. Take a random smattering of the roulette-like series of medications that have been suggested, prescribed, or concocted for you over the past weeks.
13. Because light makes your head throb in and out like it's the final boss from Contra, relegate yourself to listening to a few hours of lovely, soft-voiced audiobooks on low volume.
14. When you hear the earth-shaking bass once again from your neighbor's car stereo, run outside with your pale, green skin and puke-covered robe and tell the knuckle-dragger that if he doesn't turn the stereo off, you're going to spit in his mouth, then rub vomit all over his car and poo poo diarrhea onto anything he might touch in order to ensure that he contracts this same illness. Surely, that's what you meant to say in your head, but what he and his buddies hear are the incoherent, hoarse, frog-like ramblings of a hacking madman.
15. Back inside, realize that you forgot to turn on the crock pot. Go back to step 9. Then have a serious, child-like fit. Collapse in the corner of the kitchen floor as a spent, husk of a man.
16. Reflect on your newfound, near-unemployment because you work in a building chock-full of cancer patients, which means no work until you're fully healthy.
17. Check your phone messages. Skip the messages from people who jokingly ask if you're still alive. Wonder what your doctor's nurse means when she says you should come back in at your earliest convenience.
18. Go lay in bed and contemplate if this is when you're meant to die. Drift off to yet another session of vivid, sweaty, nightmare-ridden sleep. Even in your nightmares you are somehow ill and broken. You don't even try to fight the the evil puppetmaster scientist as he puts your brain into the body of a dog and makes you watch as he sodomizes your vacant human carcass. Then you sit in a dog pound waiting to be euthanized, but all that anyone hears of you trying to speak are barks, and you don't even care to bark anymore. Even the old nightmare that you've had since you where 5 years old is ineffective. This is the one where you are shrunk to an inch of height and forgotten. Your tiny dream self just lays down and readies himself to die, not even attempting to attract the attention of the giant friends and family who tower above.
19. Awaken and go eat congee. Soy sauce is probably the only thing you'll be able to add and stomach.
20. Go back to bed with a belly full of lovely congee, which you're surprisingly not throwing up. Listen to more audiobooks, and then again drift off to sleep.
21. Wake up in the hospital. Be given a stern reprimand from doctors and nurses, as if you purposely brought this poo poo on yourself because you have a fetish for potassium drips and rear end-less gowns.
22. Hear, in so many guarded, doctorese words, that your physician hosed up. Oh well, at least now you practically have a six-pack from the coughing-based ab workout.
23. When you get to go home, make and eat lots more congee. Now that you have full-on ciprofloxacin-assisted thrush, it's pretty much the only thing that you can eat without pain.

Anyway, congee is pretty good poo poo.

Grassy Knowles posted:

Final Fantasy Dr Who house

16-bit Butt-Head posted:

sleeping in a big bed with sephiroth

Pablo Nergigante posted:

VINCENT: I sleep in a coffin. Do you sleep in a coffin?
HOJO: I sleep in a big bed with your wife.

Leal posted:

Captain Invictus posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNJ1RHUnX9s

nine-gear crow posted:

On the opposite side of that coin, Ayman Mohyeldin did a docu-podcast on one of the non-Ashli Babbit, non-taser balls people who died at the capitol on January 6th called "American Radical" after he learned that she basically grew up within like a couple of miles of him in the same town, and while it was really good and really informative, it was also depressing as hell to see how quickly someone could go from normal, to crazy, to dead all thanks to QAnon.

Strong Sauce posted:

was it the woman who got trampled while wearing a, "dont tread on me" t-shirt?

FMguru posted:

Before: Flat-tax advocate
After: Flat tax advocate

ElectricSheep posted:

GATTACA 2: CUAAUGU