Dating back to her 2008 debut Youth Novels, Lykke Li encapsulated the young woman tortured by love and general dissatisfaction, feverishly pouring out her failures and vulnerabilities into relatable songs of discontent. Her high coquettish vocals and the 60s girl-pop production often hid the darkness lurking behind the lines. The upbeat, jangly Little Bit (a song that gained notoriety after Drake's re-work) has Lykke proclaiming that she’ll “jump off a cliff” for a man who she only loves a little bit. Hanging High, the darkest of them all, with lines like “this razor’s cutting sharp/and leaves me with an ever-bleeding scar” along with a title that could dubiously be read as a description of the narrator’s current position. It wasn’t all doom and gloom though. Let it Fall is a celebration of crying as therapy. Everybody But Me shows Lykke reveling in her isolation from partygoers.

In contrast, her sophomore effort Wounded Rhymes, which turns 10 on February 25, brought the darkness to the forefront. She wrote the album’s lyrics in L.A. surrounded by desert, listening to the field recordings of famed ethnomusicologist Alan Lomax who captured the sounds of some of the most influential folk and blues musicians (Leadbelly, Robert Johnson, and Woody Guthrie to name a few). Though frequent collaborator Bjorn Ytlling’s production recalls the dark winters of Sweden, you can hear just as much of the muddy swamps of the American South in the slide guitar and rockabilly-esque drum beats on tracks like Get Some and album outtake The Only.

Get Some was the album’s first single. Though Li matter-of-factly deadpans “I’m your prostitute, you ‘gon get some,” in the chorus, the emphasis is on the power of sex rather than the act itself. She brags "got you ‘round my finger like a lonely lover’s charm," another connection to the American blues tradition with its references to the mystic charms of women.

The album’s biggest hit I Follow Rivers continues in the tradition of “Little Bit” as an ode to unrelenting devotion: "I’ll follow you/dark doom, honey/I’ll follow you". Except now the jangly,

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>!In this post, I want to consider the possibility that Kvothe in fact succeeds in using sympathy to defeat the skindancer in NotW. His apparent failure to perform a sympathetic binding may, on closer examination, simply be careful misdirection. I have seen plenty of theories speculating that Kvothe either can or cannot use sympathy in the frame, but I do not think I have seen anyone cover all of the points set out below. !<

>!I should note from the outset that I remain unsure as to whether Kvothe did in fact use sympathy against the skindancer. However, I do think there are good reasons to think that much more is going on in the fight against the skindancer than meets the eye.!<

>!Let’s start with the description of Kvothe’s (apparent) failed attempt to use sympathy against the skindancer:!<

>>!“With an almost casual motion, Kvothe grabbed a dark bottle from the counter and flung it across the bar. It struck the mercenary in the mouth and shattered. The air filled with the sharp tang of elderberry, dousing the man’s still-grinning head and shoulders. Reaching out one hand, Kvothe dipped a finger into the liquor that spattered the bar. He muttered something under his breath, his forehead furrowed in concentration. He stared intently at the bloody man standing on the other side of the bar. Nothing happened.”!<

>!The plain reading of this seems to be that Kvothe’s attempt has failed. If we are going to dislodge that obvious interpretation, we are going to have to find cogent evidence that explains how this passage can be understood in any other way. It would be bad writing for an author to outright misrepresent a scene, unless the author also provides the reader with the tools to discover the truth upon careful reading.!<

>!In fact, there seem to be two almost insurmountable obstacles to the idea that Kvothe uses sympathy to defeat the skindancer. First, we already know how the skindancer was defeated. And secondly, nothing happened after Kvothe’s binding.!<

>!Let’s consider these in turn.!<

>!Let’s start with how the skindancer was killed. The smith’s prentice served it with a heavy dose of iron justice, beginning with the following:!<

>>!“The smith’s prentice swatted the arm away. When the iron bar struck him, the mercenary’s smile fell away. He clutched at his arm, hissing and spitting like an angry cat.”!<

>!Well, that settles that. Case closed. It was good old fashioned ultra-vi

You can read this whole thing on my blog as well, It's the same article, just looks better here.

Like most film fans I enjoy reading a lot of reviews not just for finding a worthwhile movie to watch but also to gain some insight and look into different perspectives on films that I find interesting. I especially like reading reviews of films from the past to see how assessments back then measure up to how the film is viewed right now and to see if similar assessments of the directors of those films and predictions regarding their careers have aged well. We all know about how certain movies like The Thing or Blade Runner were poorly received during their time only to become highly influential movies within their genre later on but it’s even more fascinating to read exactly why these movies were panned and what lead to their reassessment. So with that in mind, I would like to talk about 5 reviews that I found very fun to read with the benefit of hindsight.

Andrew Sarris, The American Cinema.

Andrew Sarris is considered a titan in film criticism. Credited with popularising the auteur theory in the United States, Sarris wrote the highly influential book The American Cinema: Directors and Directions 1929–1968 in which he assessed various films and directors of the sound era up to that point. One of the most fascinating parts of his book is this excerpt on Francis Ford Coppola.

>Francis Ford Coppola is probably the first reasonably talented and sensibly adaptable directorial talent to emerge from a University curriculum in film-making. You’re A Big Boy Now seemed remarkably eclectic even under the circumstances. If the direction of Nichols on The Graduate has an edge on Coppola’s for Big Boy, it is that Nichols borrows only from good movies whereas Coppola occasionally borrows from bad ones. Curiously, Coppola seems infinitely more merciful to his grotesques than does-anything-for-an-effect Nichols. Coppola may be heard from more decisively in the future.

To give you some context, Mike Nichols had just come off two back-to-back critical and commercial megahits in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and The Graduate both of which combined had 20 Oscar nominations and 6 wins including one best director win for Mike Nichols. While on the other hand the films Coppola had made at that point weren’t particularly successful critically or commercially and

This is the second part of my World of Warcraft Hobbydrama series. I recommend reading the first part, which covers Beta and Vanilla, before moving onto this post. But if you don’t want to do that, you should have no trouble understanding anything.

#Part 2 - Burning Crusade

World of Warcraft’s first expansion ‘The Burning Crusade’ released on the 16th January 2007, to enormous hype and acclaim. Other MMOs had released expansions before – most notably EverQuest had already released twelve by that time – but nothing to this detail, and scope. Players journeyed to the broken planet of Outland, the original homeland of the Orcs.

The continent had scorched red deserts, storm-beaten cosmic hellscapes, spiked mountains straight out of a medieval torture fantasy, and even a drained sea full of giant mushroom cities. But by far the most popular new area was Nagrand, a relative paradise with floating islands and calm music. BC truly offered every kind of experience, and it was clear that a lot of thought had been put into making it as alien as possible.

WoW had a huge catalogue of lore to fall back on, so it would be almost a decade before Blizzard had to start coming up with new concepts from scratch. Players had heard of Outland before, and many of its leading characters were old faces. That only added to the excitement.

BC cemented the idea of what a WoW expansion should contain: a continent to play around in, many new raids and dungeons, ten new levels, and a new class or race.

Even though many people look back on BC with a critical eye, WoW continued gaining new players throughout the expansion, and it revitalised the existing audience, so it’s hard to say it wasn’t a success. Everything from the level design to the writing to the end game was a step up from Vanilla. Its most

Hey all - long time lurker, first time seller.. Add 5$ for shipping, 3 or more albums ship for free! Just trying to thin out some records I haven't listened to in years/at all so I can justify a big birthday binge!

EDIT - Just wanted to say that I've been having a blast selling on here. Everyone is super nice, responsive, and insightful. First batch of records should be mailing out this weekend, and I'm looking forward to shipping some more out ASAP. Thanks!!

Alphabetical:

The Antlers - Hospice | 35 USD | M/M Still in shrink with hype stickers. Never opened, never played. I guess I'm not as sad as I thought I was

Calculator - This Will Come To Pass | 20 USD | VG+/VG+. Coke bottle green. Sleeve has the slightest record wear on top, you can only see if if you're looking for it. Record is NM. Played < 5 times

SOLD Coachwhips - Hands on The Controls | 12 USD | NM/NM. Signed by John Dwyer if you're into that sorta thing

Daughters - Daughters | 70 USD | NM/NM. 2013 180g reissue. Played < 5 times

SOLD Dan Deacon - America | 10 USD | VG/VG+. Sleeve has some shelf wear, but record and innersleeve are perfect

Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate) - What it Takes To Move Forward | 90 USD | NM/NM. 2015 reissue "easter egg" /600

Godspeed You Black Emperor! - Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven | 20 USD | VG+/VG+. No visible wear, but has been spun a bunch

Grown Ups - More Songs | 75 USD IDK | VG+/VG+. Red w/ black swirl. Probably "burnt Sierra reissue? IDK can't find any info or for sale records in the US. This thing slaps so hard though. If I'm off base, send me an example of a realistic price and I'll update!!

The Intelligence - Males | 7 USD | VG/VG+. Record wear ring around the sleeve. LP is perfect. That bong rip intro had 17yo me so stoked

[Loner Chic - Year of th

Well, that's a wrap folks!

I'd like to thank you all for making this another pleasurable readrunning experience, and I hope you enjoyed reading through the second Kingkiller Chronicles book with r/bookclub. Now we join the millions of readers awaiting The Doors of Stone to be released...

A quick reminder that we will be having one more discussion post on January 25th to discuss The Lightning Tree and The Slow Regard of Silent Things, so make sure to join us if you can as we conclude the current published works in this universe.

Chapter Summaries:

• Chapter 130:
  • Traveling from Ademre towards Severen, Kvothe comes across a band of troupers of the Edema Ruh. After playing his lute for them they ask him to travel with them. Kvothe demands 3 things: 1 is a tent, 2 is to have both of the slave girls stay with him, and 3 is unknown yet.
• Chapter 131:
  • In the tent, Kvothe gives medicine to both the girls to diminish the poison he put in the ale and stew. Early morning Kvothe slaughters everyone in the camp except for the two girls. He’s stabbed in the gut in the process.
• Chapter 132:
  • Thankfully Kvothe’s cloak stopped the knife from doing too much damage to his stomach. One of the girls, Krin, awakes and finds Kvothe branding the dead troupers. Kvothe explains they’re imposters. The leader explains how they passed off being Edema Ruh. Kvothe tells Krin he will help her and the other girl go back home.
• Chapter 133:
  • The 3 of them travel through the day and then make camp for the night. While eating Kvothe keeps being conversational with Ellie to try to draw her out from the doors of madness (shock), and finds a small bit of success. His dreams that night are filled with the events from the bloodbath earlier that day.
• Chapter 134:
  • Ellie continues to get better, and Kvothe has some more nightmares. They finally reach the outer portion of Levenshir and Ellie breaks down crying about how no one will love them. Kvothe tries to soothe the two of them.
• Chapter 135:
  • Entering the town there’s quite a commotion as people crowd around the returned girls. Kvothe speaks with the mayor about the events and Krin backs his story. Visiting the local nurse, Kvothe realizes just how tired he is and is nursed by her. Later, Kvothe says goodbye to Krin, and discusses his departure with the mayor who says he’ll claim Kvothe left in a mysterious manner.
• Chapter 136:
  • Back in the Waystone Inn, Kvothe send Bast off to

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

My wife reminded me of this incident today after breaking out laughing as we walked past the store so I thought I would share before it faded into my memories once again.

Background setting: When I was preparing to leave the military there is a store that rhymes with Stacy's that was conducting a hiring program seeking to bring experienced officers into their corporate family as various types of managers. The program wound up getting cancelled but before it did I was on a short list of 5 at the top for selection. As part of it I spent a couple days at one of their stores looking over how things ran in order to present a proposal to improve operations, a required part of the process. They actually wound up implementing mine even though the program was cancelled and I was not hired which led to a personal dislike of the franchise as they basically stole my work with no credit given.

Now, once out of the military I enjoyed being able to dress as I like, no uniform, and I would commonly go out in nice shoes, slacks, a button up shirt with under shirt a tie and depending upon the weather, a jacket or blazer. A couple years after getting out of the Army and after the program was cancelled, my wife wanted to price check some things she was looking to buy so while she was tending to business I went wandering and browsing the store on my own.

Now, former law enforcement gone military where I spent 17 years and had 3 deployments I picked up a tail after just a couple minutes and quickly noticed her. She kept her distance as I meandered the shelves and after a few more minutes was joined by another employee and then the assistant manager (whom I had met a couple years prior during the program). After a couple more minutes of browsing with them keeping a polite distance I stopped and turned back to look at them and the assistant manager (AM) stepped up offer her hand which I shook.

AM - "It's so good to see you again. We were not expecting you until next week but all the files are ready if you want to start the reviews early."

Me - "I'm sorry I think you have me confused for someone else. I didn't get hired by Stacey's."

AM - Suddenly looking embarrassed. "You're not the accounts inspector?"

Me - "No ma'am. Just a bored husband wandering the aisles while my wife does some price comparisons."

AM - "I'm so sorry. Please, enjoy your, enjoy." and off she went.

I could hear her fussing at the original lady who started following me but was doing my best t

I’m doing my maths homework on my tablet when the newsfeed pops up on my screen. Of course, when the news is this urgent, everything else disappears into a flicker of pixels. Only the newscaster’s faces, bright and shiny, fill the screen.

“BREAKING NEWS!” she says. “BOOKS HAVE BEEN RULED TO BE PART OF THE OLD WORLD, AND ARE NOW CONSIDERED OBSOLETE. ALL BOOKS MUST BE DESTROYED. ANYBODY WHO TURNS IN THESE INDIVIDUALS WITH BOOKS WILL RECEIVE A $50,000 REWARD. THANK YOU.”

My eyes grow wide. I rush to the living room, where my father is ignoring the announcement blaring out of the television screens on the walls. Instead, his nose is buried in a book.

My dad loves his books. He has enough books to fill an entire library. When I was little he would read me a bedtime story every night. It would be a nursery rhyme or a fairy tale, or even a poem or a few verses from the Bible.

It was the only time we bonded, and I used to love it.

“Dad!” I yell now, eyes wide. “Did you hear the announcement? Books are getting banned! We need to get out of town before anybody else finds out just how many books there are in here!”

My father sighs and closes the book he has been reading. The Complete Works of Shakespeare is written on the cover, made with golden leather.

He adjusts his silver glasses.

“I guess it can’t be helped,” he sighs now, looking longingly at his copy of Shakespeare.

“You can bring your books if you want,” I suggest, hoping to make the old man feel better about the whole he’s-going-to-be-executed-because-of-his-favourites-thing. “Choose your favourite twenty and let’s go.”

Outside is a complete riot.

People are yelling and throwing bottles at libraries and houses with plenty of books in them. The glass smashes against the walls and shards rain down on the pavement. Sometimes great tongues of flame will leap out and lick the walls and windows.

We quickly load everything in the car. But when the box of books comes out, heads swerve towards us, like they have a book radar installed in their heads.

Moments later, we have a crowd on our tails. The crowd runs after us like a tsunami, and a few try to block our way. I nearly run over some of them.

Finally we arrive at the station.

My dad gasps when he sees where we are.

Shielding him from the crowd, I hustle him into the station. Then shutting the door behind me, I shove him forward towards the waiting policemen, who immediately handcuff him.

“If y

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"Whatever it takes, whatever it costs me, no matter what, I'll do what I must for you."

"But you might get killed."

"I know." - Dambree Limberton, Year Zero, First Invasion of Hesstla, from "Bloody Ears" documentary

Dambree opened her eyes and realized she had somehow gotten to her feet, her brush blade in her hand, wobbling slightly as she held the blade in guard position and her hand was on her magac pistol, trying to tug it free despite the fact that safety was engaged on the locking holster.

"Yer a pistol," the Devil said. She was leaning against the door, a cigarette in her mouth, completely naked.

"Where are we?" Dambree slurred, still trying to remember how and why she was in a hexagonal chamber. A brown skinned woman was raising her head from where she was sitting on the floor, knees in front of her face, arms around her legs. Beads and superconductor wiring clicked as she shook her head.

"That was unpleasant," Menhit said as she slowly got up. She moved over and checked on the careworn male Terran who looked exhausted even in his sleep. "Petey's still out."

"He'll be fine," the Devil said. She looked at Dambree. "That's hard to explain. We're in mat-trans station Alpha-Sigma. We're less than a mile from our goal. It's dark out, the fusion generators above us in fuel reclamation mode."

Dambree nodded, then went down on one knee, her hands around the hilt of the brush blade as she began reciting a short prayer for strength and courage.

"I don't remember it hurting that bad," the male Terran, Pete AKA Marco, said softly. He looked around. "Auxiliary mat-trans Alpha-Sigma. It's only supposed to be used for emergency services."

The Devil nodded, smiling. "Because of that, it has an emergency access port, which is how Howdy-Doody and Tweedle-Dee managed to get in to it the first time. Howdy-Doody's probably every cybersecurity specialists worst nightmare but a South Korean would run roughshod over him in about ninety seconds in an are-tee-ess then mock him with repeating kek."

Pete nodded, wiping the blood from under his nose. "I understood everything but the last part."

The Devil shrugged. "I'm old, so my references are old. Remind me to tell you about th

Unedited; questionable language.

Previously: Pole dancing. Cat fighting. I think that might be just about every "previously on" description for this show.

It is morning. Rodeo works out. Sam brushes her teeth. Well, at least one girl has perfunctory hygiene. Heather reminds us that there are two camps in the house: the bad girls/A Team/varsity squad, who are her, Brandi C., Lacey, and Kristia; and the good girls, who are Magdalena, Erin, Jes, Mia, Sam, Dallas. Heather also calls these the "fake girls." Tough talk from a woman fashioned of silicone, rusty car parts, and Tang. Lacey tells us that she's feeling devil horns poking out of her skull, and is going to have to do something to get her current archnemesis, fur- and meat-loving Dallas, out of the house.

Big John delivers some Bret Mail: "Hope you're all rested/'Cause today your skills will be tested/Are you the one that goes fast?/Who puts the pedal to the gas?/Well, get geared up and ready to start/'Cause today you girls will race for my heart./The fastest four will win a date." Oh my God, could they not just add a "hurry up and don't be late" or something at the end? I can't bear the unresolved rhyming couplet! Kristia is psyched, because she's a big fan of the crosses -- motocross, supercross, snowcross, Jesus on the cross. She's all about it.

The girls get dressed and head to a motocross track, where there are bikes all lined up for them. Three helmeted folks come racing toward them. One is Bret, who takes off his helmet while ensuring that his black bandana doesn't come off in the process. And I mean, thank God. We've seen what's on top of his head, and it's quite possible that it has turned people blind and/or to stone. Bret is a big motorcycle and motocross fanatic -- he says that motocross is one of the most important things in his life, and he wants his lady to enjoy riding as well. He introduces his co-riders: nine-time women's world motocross champion (or something) Mercedes Gonzalez, and soon to be nine-time world champion Charity Okerson. Oh, yay, some real lesbians and not just Tawny and Heather doing shots out of each others' cleavage! Bret says that they're bitter rivals, and are going to take their aggression out on the contestants. On the motocross track. And perhaps off. I mean, who really knows? Erin looks terrified. I don't know why, since if she flies off of the bike and lands chest down she'll just bounce right back on. Heather, however, is psyched, and determined to win th

Hi, everybody! Been a while since I did one of my deep dive posts, and since it served the purpose of answering a recent request in this subreddit, I figured "Why not?"

Introduction

There are many ways to describe Godspell; small wonder, as it's undergone many manifestations since it first appeared on the scene in 1971. Savvy theater types would not be remiss in describing the original production as "the musical theatre's equivalent of Schoolhouse Rock." The uninitiated sometimes refer to it as "that other Seventies rock musical about Jesus," with more of a folk edge to its score -- mostly a new setting of lyrics from the Episcopal hymnal, psalms, and other religious sources by Oscar-winning composer Stephen Schwartz -- than the shade of bombast associated with its equally famous cousin, Jesus Christ Superstar.

In either event, the show is playful and centered on a series of parables primarily from the Gospel of Matthew, interspersed with a variety of modern music (ranging from pop to folk rock, to gospel, to vaudeville), with the Passion of Christ treated briefly near the end of the performance. Though often dismissed as its genre's equivalent of "empty calories," it has a lot going on under the hood (or bonnet, for UK readers), much like Schwartz's other early Seventies success Pippin. And that, combined with a tuneful score, was enough to propel it from a college student's eccentric master's thesis project into a mega-hit coffee house, Off-Broadway, and then Broadway show (and movie) that won a Grammy, spawned companies which toured worldwide, and evolved into a perennial favorite for high schools and colleges with shoestring budgets and great talent.

This is a collection of some scores I've amassed related to this beloved piece, all of which have, at one point or another, either been sold in the consumer market, licensed to local groups looking to present a live production, or used by a major first-class company.

(Quick note: I will periodically refer to a given arrangement by the moniker of "[color] Album." Much like The Beatles' "White," "Red," and "Blue" albums, or the American edition of JCS' concept recording being nicknamed the "Brown" album, this is a reference used by fans to refer to the primary hue featured on the cover of each of the first recordings of the arrangement so color-coded.)

The Original 1971 Production ("Red Album")

These are materials which, in large part, reflect the show as originally presented, musicall

They were cooked in Greece.

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

This is my first ever post/story here, hopefully it won't be my last. This is a first part of what could be a 3 part series based on the POV's of the three major characters involved: Conrad, Ruufarrl and Jjatha. Let me know if you feel it is something you would be interested in, though I cannot guarantee an upload schedule at this time.

This story includes a great many nods, references and easter eggs to other works of science fiction and story telling. Can you Identify them all? Here is a hint, the name of the ship is a double reference :D

I hope you enjoy. I am always open to criticism and ideas.

Now with more cowbell in Part 2! Next

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-Transmission Start-

Voice Interface Missive: Universal Date: 31872

Sender: Cargo Freighter Dark Meridian

Destination: Nelan’Kor - Verach Homeworld

Recipient/Address: CDN-813597967/CZ3-RA7-LU43-R502

Your son, Jjatha.

Mother, Father, Siblings. I hope this VIM finds you well and in good spirits. I am proud to be sending a substantial bonus home. But the story behind it is a long and harrowing one.

There…is much to speak about since my last VIM. The events of the last few cycles have been both trying and…illuminating at the same time. I do not wish to alarm you, but you must know that the ship that I am serving as Navigator on, the Dark Meridian, was intercepted and boarded by Clantor led pirates as we transited into one of our destination systems. Clantor, as I am sure you know, but the young ones may not, have dominated their planet by enslaving a companion intelligent species as laborers and inventors, and continue to take more into slavery for the same reasons, or as food.

Do not fear, this is not an emergency VIM nor am I being given a final ransom message before being taken to the slave pens. All is currently well, and we made port at our destination clear of any pirates. It is…the events leading to our liberation from the pirates that I need to disclose to you now, as they are what have led to the extra currency being sent. I beg you to have patience with my rambling and chaotic retelling as there is much to explain and I myself am still trying to come to terms with the events, and what they revealed about a particular member of my crew and their species.

The species

For the first time in what might have been days, Hebert took the time to look around. With his back resting on a stone support column he was as comfortable as he could make himself without taking off his armor. The exhaust even on idle was enough to warm the hundreds of pounds of stone if he stayed here much longer. Still, there was a limit to what a cocktail of amphetamines, caffeine, and glucose could do. Better to rest and die well than keep fighting exhausted, it was pointless anyhow they had lost.

“OC, I’m gonna take a rest here for a little while, cover us will ya?”

He shrugged his shoulder forward to let his servos deploy his support fire module only for nothing to happen.

“Sorry buddy, all empty. Besides, I’ve got you on enough stimulants to kill whatever eats us, final fuck you am I right? You couldn’t sleep if I started reading your nursery rhymes.”

Hebert managed a brief chuckle before the full body bruising made him regret it.

“Ya OC, you're right. Want to hit me with a little tetrodotoxin just to make sure? I’m really not feeling great buddy.”

Silence

“You know that would kill you with your oxygen levels, I can’t boost your absorption any higher. The filters are failing, they got us with some sort of microparticle gas, they must be getting sick of your shit.”

He knew better than to laugh this time but that still made him smile.

“Fuck off OC, you don’t know any nursery rhymes.”

“Oh, my mama loved me, unlike you, Hebert. I know plenty of nursery rhymes!”

“Bullshit OC, and you don’t have a mother. But you are funny, I’ll give you that.”

Hebert wasn’t stupid, OC was trying to minimize the system status trays. His HUD was a disaster of failure warning, conditional overloads, and bio signs that didn’t take a doctor to figure out.

“Oh sorry, Hebert I meant to say YOUR mother loved me, whispered sweet nothings all night. I recorded it, been passed around the dropship a few times but you can have it next.”

That last one was worth a quick full-body laugh despite the pain.

“Well, maybe you can read me a story? Might be something good around here, must have been something back in its time huh?”

Looking around it was obvious this had been some sort of library. A giant stone dome before it had collapsed, still in great shape after orbital strikes. Hebert and seen enough ancient alien cities to know the domes always seemed to fare better than the other shapes. Evidently it had been ransacked at some point, probably in an effort to pre

I wrote this for a paper in uni. I was supposed to analyze a piece of literature and M*A*S*H seemed to be a good choice as I love the show. What are everyone's thoughts or disagreements?

The final episode of the iconic TV series M*A*S*H, "Goodbye, Farewell and Amen" was the most-watched TV episode of all time with the white house reportedly suspending operations to watch the two-hour-long finale. This episode follows a certain Captain Hawkeye Pierce, well known to the audience as a comedic genius at this point, and his final days in the Korean War and with his comrades within the 4077 MASH. The narrative arc, spawned from the morbid reality of war, is a commentary on events about the time of the airing of the episode.

The overall disgust with the war and its effects is demonstrated through the character Klinger. Klinger, the company clerk, spent the entire show doing anything he thought would get him out of the army early, including regularly wearing dresses and dressing up in a giant pink bird suit, finds that he is in love with a Korean refugee. He goes as far as driving a jeep directly into the active front line to assist her in looking for her parents as artillery shells explode all around. The episode ends Klinger's story without returning to Toledo, OH, and staying in Korea with his new bride. Klinger, who continually wished of returning home to Toledo never materialized, living out his life in the place he once loathed with the entirety of his being. In Klinger's story, he was happy where he ended up, but for many, especially veterans of the war in Vietnam, their trauma doesn't allow them to move on. They become trapped and any way that they turn they fall deeper into the pit, unable to recover. During this time thousands were trapped in the events of the last decade with no path to recovery.

With the shock of veteran suffering still fresh, the consciousness of America is at a point in time where it has realized that it can never go back. People realized weaknesses and problems within how America operated and what the costs were. The cultural changes of the previous decades were permanent, the new America was one of immense personal sacrifice with little to nothing to show for it. Those that had sacrificed were portrayed as the enemy of the new America, even though they were blameless for the conflict, those who fought were culturally isolated, barred from reintegrating into American society when they returned from Vietnam.

The episo

Don't you know a good pun is its own reword?

Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB

Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"

I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual

So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes

r/unclejokes for dirty jokes

r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC

r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes

Punchline !

Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub

Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat

Two muffins are in an oven, one muffin looks at the other and says "is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

Then the other muffin says "AHH, TALKING MUFFIN!!!"

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

The following document consists of two accounts.

One from former Toronto Police Service inspector, William Bracken's, private audio log.

The second from his George Bracken's (The Inspector's nephew) journal.

The phenomenon in question has not been adequately studied or documented, therefore, no action has been taken. Several private institutions have processed requests for access to the following documents, citing the "pertaining anomalous events" as potential global threats. Two (2) have been obliged, one (1) rejected, and six (6) more are pending.

The peculiar and / or destructive events of June 29th, July 15th and 16th, and July 21st in the year 2018, have all been corroborated. All other happenings in question are, at this time, unverifiable.

Transcribed audio log from the office of Inspector William Bracken, July 21st, 2018:

Constable Arbor: Inspector, he had this journal in his backpack. It’s got his name on it, so I assume it’s all his writings. There’s several pages torn out though, none have been found so far.

The sound of something being placed on a desk can be heard amidst the hushed ambience of classic rock masking a muffled raucous (presumably from outside of the office).

Inspector Bracken: Has anyone else read it so far?

CA: No sir, you said you wanted to be the first, right?

IB: Right you are constable. Nothing fishy, I just want to know what’s been going on in my nephew’s head since his disappearance.

Footsteps, followed by the opening and closing of a door are heard. A loud sigh (presumably the inspector) accompanies an abrupt creaking of a chair. A click can be heard, ending the quieted "Hotel California" by The Eagles.

IB: Ty, what have you gotten yourself into…

For the next twelve minutes and forty three seconds (12m, 43s) the only audible sounds from the inspector are the turning of pages, deep breaths, and occasional sighs. At twelve minutes and fifteen seconds (12m, 15s) the song "Dumb" by Nirvana begins to play, as the audio quality of the recording heavily degrades.

Inspector Bracken (unverified, but presumed, due to poor audio quality): I thought I'd turned that damn thing off...

The rest of the recording consistently continues to deteriorate, until all that may be heard is loud static, and three (3) loud bangs (believed to be the gunshots in question) sixteen (16) seconds after the Inspector's last comprehensible words.

The audio log ends.

*The following documents are the remaining entr

Tsu Surf vs. Nu Jerzey Twork: Let's be clear from the rip, this was a 3-0, clear win, probably a bodybag, and imo Surf's best performance not only this year but in years. However, this battle and the way it has been received by the culture should actually bring a lot of comfort to Twork -- Surf's current run is proof that the fans want to see the stars win, and will forgive past career hiccups as long as the battler's most recent performance is good.

Before I talk about this battle itself I want to briefly talk about Surf's overall career. The comparisons between Surf and Twork write themselves -- not only are both super popular NJ battlers, but both have a frustrating history of choking in many of their biggest battles. You could fill a Mt Rushmore with names Surf has choked against alone -- Lux, Calico (I), Aye Verb, Nitty, T-Top, plus a big grudge match with Suge and a 40 battle. Those chokes have come in huge spots for the culture as well -- NOME 6, NOME 8, and NOME 10 all featured main event chokes by Surf.

Surf, like Twork, has had a ton of excuses for his choking, never really just saying "yeah I fucked up and it sucked" and taking accountability, instead offering reasons why fans shouldn't care about his chokes. He still gets more views, bigger bags for battles, or claims he won in 2 rounds, etc. Bringing it back to this battle, the good news for NJ Twork is that Surf's current run is proof that as long as you have charisma and big stage presence, the fans will keep rooting for you, and as long as the fans are rooting for you, it's never too late to start putting in the effort.

Back to the battle itself, I think the biggest flaw exposed in Twork's last 2 battles is that he kind of doesn't rap. Both Roc and Surf get into cool flows and pockets of rhyme, Twork doesn't really do that. He kind of just growls punchlines at such a slow pace that sometimes it barely resembles rapping. I think that Twork could help himself out in 2 ways if he reverted to a more rappity style flow -- for one, it makes your material land better, and second, I speculate that rounds would be easier to memorize if they flowed more naturally like a song.

Again, Surf is basically the perfect example of how Twork could execute that. Surf notoriously is a jack-of-all-trades, not just a puncher/angler/talker/schemer, yet someone who can do all of the above pretty damn well. The fact that Surf has a mean flow and delivery is what really ties it all together. Twork sho

The game lit battle royale where everyone is a demon except for the main character (and a crazy demon hunter).

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There are three things you must watch out for when hunting an autothith. The first is that, as they fight, they give off something like an aura that makes everyone around them crave violence.

That meant, as I was being flung around literally by the seat of the autothith’s pants, I was riding a high like I’d never felt before. Blood was pounding in my ears. My mouth was pulled into a sardonic grin. My injuries were a distant memory. As the demon bucked and thrashed to try throw me off, I couldn’t feel my arm’s muscles ripping or the tendons in my shoulder tearing a little bit more with each heave, gripped as I was onto the autothith’s belt in my desperate gambit.

The second is that they grow stronger and faster as a battle raged on. However, this early in the fight, it was nothing but a disadvantage. So even though it was spinning me around like a dog with a chew toy, I was desperate to slash it.

The third is that they all show their biggest weakness like a brand of honour. Always on their back. Their sigil. And every demon has one.

It could be said that a demon is their sigil. Demons aren’t exactly alive, hence why we never use words like “life” or “death” to describe them. Demon literalness dictates they ought not to be described in a manner that is incorrect, hence we say they are “bound” rather than “alive”, and “erased” rather than “dead”. That sigil is their entirety, and their bodies are nothing but vessels to fulfill its will.

Autothiths bare that sigil to taunt their enemies. As if to say, “Here’s how you can erase me. Come try, if you dare.” Meaning if you get behind them, there’s a good chance you could take them down in one hit. That’s easier said than done, of course; and yet luck had it that I was already part way there.

As I flew back around, I slashed wildly at the autothith’s back. Missed. I swung back round to its club hand. The autothith grabbed the club with both hands and stabbed behind it with the handle, aiming fo

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

[I wrote this guide after seeing a lot of people interested in Riftsins, but being worried they were too expensive to get into. Reddit is not a great medium for long guides, but I really don't use any other forums or social media anymore, so... enjoy?]

Please begin this thread by taking a quick survey:

1. Do you have a Gul rune, and no idea what to do with it?
2. When asked "what type of damage does your character do?", do you want your answer to be "yes"?
3. Do you like blinding people by filling their screens with almost every visual effect in the Diablo 2 database?

If you answered "yes" to any of the above questions, then a Riftsin might be just the class for you!

THE BASICS

So, what is a Riftsin? Riftsins are Assassins who pair Dragon Talon with the "Rift" runeword. It's a very simple, but very effective build that can easily go from "carnival sideshow" to "capable Uber killer" with just a few gear swaps. The core build can be done by the time you can make Rift at level 53, which gives you an enormous amount of flexibility to customize the character to your style of play,

What are some of the other benefits of Riftsins?

1. At a minimum you inflict Physical, Fire, Lightning, and Magic damage along with Crushing Blow; with skills/gear you can add Poison, and even more Fire and Lightning. This build literally inflicts every damage type in the game, which means there is nothing you cannot kill by yourself.
2. The basic gear needed to be effective is easy to find or make, and top-end gear can be very affordable and scaled to your price range. (The Gul rune needed for Rift being the one notable exception.)
3. With the recommended build you are ridiculously tanky: 75% block, 50% physical damage reduction, maxed resistances, and a high chance to proc Life Tap. If you're some moneybags richy-rich type with a Call to Arms weapon on swap you're probably nigh-unkillable.
4. It's... really fun to watch. As you kick you send Frozen Orbs, Tornadoes, and Firestorms (if you have a Hellfire Torch) across the screen, while your traps are shooting lighting blasts and blowing up corpses. You're basically a one-woman glam-rock concert.

So let's talk about the build! (But before we do: a caveat. I am not a hardcore number-crunching mix-maxer, so it's entirely probable that someone will come along and tell you my stats/skills/gear are crap because X will get you 3% more efficiency than Y. If that happens... well, pick whatever sounds more convincing to you

Do your worst!