Umm …
This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.
Show posts MenuQuote from: paladin1991 on July 15, 2014, 01:22:53 AMha! :-)
Is that Jizzmunda?
Quote from: onan on July 15, 2014, 03:58:51 AMhey, I like that idea! I've been using superglue.
What about all of us that put the onion on the top and the tomato and lettuce on the bottom and secure them with mustard on the bottom and catsup on the top?
Quote from: Juan on July 14, 2014, 05:45:39 AMdon't know. Never kept track of her. I knew the people in the house, they were friends of mine, but I didn't know the neighbors. Kind of interesting though, maybe I should try to find out what happened to that woman. Probably nothing though because even if she lost her so she wouldn't know about it until she died, right? We were all around 16 or 17 and I think she was about 24 or 25.
So (ha) what happened to her?
Quote from: Tarbaby on July 11, 2014, 07:50:36 AMand, the answer is: Australia!
Robin Thicke was married to Paula Poundstone?
jaz: I was listening to a quiz show the other day and the question was "what country is the happiest"?
(Everyone can guess. I'll be back tomorrow with the answer… Unless I forget to come back)
Quote from: Foodlion on July 12, 2014, 06:32:32 PMHell, I might hit someone through the window going down the street in a car. Knock their hat off.
That's a tough one. Wolf spiders are friendly little guys.
But if you don't, you might miss the target and hit yourself... and that's not cool.
OMEGLE GUY JERK OFF AND CUM TO HIS HEAD
Quote from: DigitalPigSnuggler on July 11, 2014, 10:14:34 AMwhat was the tough choice? Whether to aim at the spider or not?
Last night I was randomly viewing some nudie photos of Asian girls with big boobs, and I felt that familiar stirring. I was in the mood for what is euphemistically known as "racking the pump action yogurt rifle," "shaking hands with the one-armed sailor," or "educating Quick Karl" (and for you libertarians, "shrugging Atlas").
I got things prepared, including some paper towels laid out in a little stack on the desk in front of me for easy access. I got a particularly good rhythm going with the porn clip I was watching, and felt the satisfying sensation of a giant load moving into the firing chamber (guys will understand what I mean here). This was gonna be a good one. I made a quality check to see if I had enough towels on hand.
With exquisite timing, I brought myself closer and closer to the edge until the moment of truth arrived. As I crossed the threshold of inevitability, I could sense that this was indeed going to be a typhoon, and I reached for the towels.
Just then, with a golf ball-sized load traveling down my plumbing, I noticed that a medium-sized wolf spider had scampered onto the paper towels. And it just sat there. Watching.
Under other circumstances, I could have dealt with this situation cleanly. But circumstances, and the clock, were not on my side.
How about you guys? Have you ever faced a "tough choice" situation under time pressure? How did you resolve it?
Quote from: qaddisin on July 11, 2014, 05:37:57 AMAha! Good to see you post again.
tl;dr version of this post: I stopped listening to FTB, but not because of the twitter thing.
Now, if you have an attention span longer than that of the average internet user, I present my critical analysis of why I no longer enjoy the program.
I started listening to the show at the very beginning, and at that point I thought it was pretty good (think I was one of the first posts in this thread). It wasn't Art in his heyday, but certainly better than Noory and Clyde Lewis. I figured he'd work out the rough patches as he went, and eventually polish himself into a decent talk show host.
So the more I listened, the more I noticed some things. First, that the "conversation on my couch" statement really meant "It's my house, so I'm going to eventually let you talk, but not until I have the chance to talk about every personal thing that's ever happened to me related or unrelated to this particular subject." Second, he sounds more and more like a top 40 pop station DJ trying to conduct an interview. I kept waiting for him to interject "Twelfth caller wins two tickets to the monster truck extravaganza this Sunday" in the middle of his guest talking. Third, the "sitting in for Art Bell" thing got real old, real quick. Even though Jimmy sounds like he has an ego the size of southern California, he still needs to placate the audience with a "don't worry, Art will come back soon". And finally, the website is the absolute worst thing in the world to try and navigate through. I figured Keith would have stepped in at some point and at least given Jimmy the current artbell.com template to work with, but instead it's like an old geocities website. Whenever I went there to look for guest information, I expected to be greeted by midi music. And don't get me started on the clunkiness of the forum.
Overall, his style is not suited to a long form interview. He's better off just having a topic for a show and taking callers offering their opinion and riffing on that. Unfortunately he's basically doing a live podcast instead of drive time AM radio, so that option is out the window.
If you enjoy his show, that's cool. I'm not going to be the internet asshole and tell you that you're wrong. Nor will I criticize his program on the basis that he may or may not have artificially inflated his popularity. I guarantee you that every person that posts here would engage in some form of shameless self promotion if they undertook a similar endeavor. I listened to the show and gave it more than a fair chance, and have just not found it enjoyable enough to continue supporting.
Quote from: ItsOver on July 10, 2014, 11:29:32 AMyou didn't want to hear about it but you thought WE would? ;-)
Hey Dinovite. How about toning down the descriptions of the poor non-Dinovite canines. Do we really need to hear about "stinking dogs covered with oozing, yeast-filled sores and who knows what else" in order to push your crap? At least the lame Carnivora commercials aren't describing folks as looking worse than The Elephant Man. Yet.