Posts written by Zarathustra:
Episode 4 made it feel like Vader was the #2 man to Tarkin. Like he was Tarkin’s mysterious enforcer, but that dynamic changed with the introduction of the Emperor in Episode 5.
The EU stuff states that the Empire is xenophobic and sexist, but that’s doesn’t seam to be the case in the movies. It’s true that men appear to be overrepresented in the Imperial military, but then again, so are they in modern militaries on Earth. Its entity possible that there are female (or even alien) personnel, that we never get a chance to see. The camera never lingers on the crew of the Star Destroyers, and Storm Troopers, Gunners, and Pilots wear bulky armor and concealing helmets. It’s also possible that the Imperial military is split between the sexes, not unlike the Zentraedi in Macross, or the Imperium of Man in Warhammer40k. This might seam a little odd, but there have historically been all female unites, such as the Dahomey Amazons or the Women's Auxiliary Air Force. Given the Empire’s assumed authoritative nature, this isn’t to much of a stretch.
Similarly, though the Empire appears to be human-centric if its military is any indicator,
there doesn’t seam to be any direct evidence of the Empire being overtly specist or xenophobic. Sure the Detention Block commander made a snide remark about Chewbacca, but then again, Chewie is from a species of space sasquatches that rip people’s arms out when they throw a hissy-fits also possible that the guard had never seen a wookie before (implying that they are relatively rare. You don’t see any others on film.), or that the commander was just a dick. Similarly, Admiral Piett’s line "Bounty hunters! We don't need their scum." probably isn’t directed at the aliens, humans ,and droids assembled on the bridge, but rather an angry retort to Vader dick-slapping Imperial intelligence and the Imperial Navy. Imagine how you would feel if you were (or are) in the military, a when suddenly the president comes by and says “You suck at your job. I’m going to let Dog the Bounty Hunter do it.” Yeah, you’d probably be a little hurt and confused as well
The only overt racism seen on screen is that bartender in Episode 4 who (along with some of the locals) appear to have something against droids. Granted this is on a backwater planet, probably akin to the Deep South in the US. Actually, come to think of it, there appear to be some sort of droids = slaves mentality, at least on the outer rim.
What with the Jawas apparently capturing runaway or stray droids and then selling them to local communities, the analogies to the African slave trade seam apparent. Perhaps droids are only counted as 3/5ths a person or something like that.
A funny thing with colored lasers, I always thought that the green lasers represented a more powerful/expensive weapon. Personal firearms and weapons mounted on vehicles always appear to fire a ruby red colored beam. Even the rebel ship sand fighters shoot red lasers. The green beams are only seen when fired from a TIE fighter or a Star Destroyer.
The “more powerful” theory is somewhat supported by the fact that TIE fighters rip through rebel fighters, even when they have shields.
HOW DOZ I SPEAK ENGLISH!!
Gentlemen! Ready your mechanized burqas and prepare to fight this menace head on!
Don't forget this bit!
Hanafuda (“flower cards”) is a card game that evolved from Western playing cards back when the Japanese wanted to play poker, but the white-man’s culture was permabanned from Japan because Caucasians were to damn tall.
Unlike Western-style cards, the Hanafuda cards contain no numbers. Instead, the 48 cards in the deck use pictures of flowers and plants. The deck is organized in 12 suits, one for each month of the year, and the types of plants represent the months in which they bloom in Japan. Just like western cards, they can be used to play several different games.
Also, you should know that back in 1889, a small company was formed in Kyoto for the specific purpose of producing Hanafuda cards. The company was called Nintendo Koppai.
A century later, it had evolved into a titan in the video game industry: Nintendo.
Now you know.
Nnnhhh... I'd say pole socking is closer to rugby than it is American football, but that's like saying string theory is closer to rabies than ebola.
Pole Socking is real simple.
Basically, each team has a minimum of 3 Defenders, 3 Attackers, 5 Midfielders, a Goalie, and a Team Captain. Players may use their vehicles in any way they see fit, whether it be to incur injury upon other players or to gain benefits for themselves. Contact is allowed, but a player may not grasp another's socking mallet. No substitution of a player is allowed, even if one is too badly hurt to continue. The players must not stray over the boundary lines of the playfield, which extends in a 30x10 mile rectangle around a tornado, with the maximum extend being any state/province/ territory. The Nomads enter the game from the field sidelines along the designated Wing Areas at the field half mark between the spectating bleachers, and run impartial interception on both teams. Poles are planted throughout the playfield, with each team’s Master Pole located just beyond their End Line, which is the domain of the Goalie. Attackers and Defenders are restricted their fields of play, while the Midfielder's dash back and forth in an attempt to score hits upon opposing or neutral poles until the tornado(s) die out and the umpire calls hotbox. Time out may be called at any time by a team Captain by firing a flare and lasts until it burns out. This time may be extended only if a game has already lasted for more than twelve hours. Failure to return afterward disqualifies the offending team.
When a Red Alert or Blue Light power play is in effect, the associated team is allowed to sock by flying from the central circle towards the scoring area, and if successful, the pole must be surrendered to the opposition.
At the end of the game the score is calculated, with scoredowns, pole-socks and rundowns added up. Wheelies and flips are multiplied by any half-pipes and barrel rolls.
The totals are then divide by nine.
Sprinkles' Dad said:
God laughs hysterically in grave.
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
God creates dinosaurs.
God destroys dinosaurs.
God creates man.
Man destroys God.
Man creates dinosaurs.
I see that the construction of my new Amazing Technicolor El Tigre Complex is proceeding swimmingly
Down Rodeo said:
Mate de Vita said:
Mate de Vita said:
This, animal, here, this ursine fellow, unclean! He rejected society and retreated to a cave in the woods to plot his vile
Supplying superior Leeroy Jenkins videos FTW!
As it turns out, it is. Who knew?
Congratulations both of you. Your prize: The Yuki Nagato Memorial Merit Badge
As most of you know, I came form the not-to-distant future, next Sunday AD, by messing around with the space-time continuum in ways I don
You see, what Aaronjer was trying to say was: (Click for image)
Arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct of non-naturalistic ethics.
Havokk Edge said:
Whats superjers parents names? Daddyjer and Mommajer?
For your information, Mr. Knifey McKniferson and Ms. Margaret Thatcher met at the Pogo Lounge of the Beverly Wills Hotel (in the patio section, of course), drinking Singapore Slings with mescal on the side, hiding from the brutish realities of that foul year of Our Lord, nineteen hundred and seventy-one.
Their story began much like any other, with the meteoric rise and tragic fall of a single woman innkeeper and a university hospital surgeon with too much ambition
There are no Nazis on the moon. The moon isn't big enough for Nazis AND Mr. Ribbon. That's just ridiculous.
Well, I guess now we all know who got their ass kicked in.
pretty neat .. i saw a couple of documentaries about nazis inventing the flying saucer ..( maybe all those sitings nowadays are just the nazis coming back O_o )
Flying saucers are quite the thing. Contrary to popular belief, Superjer did not invent the
The song is Dragostea Din Tei (Love from the linden trees) by O-Zone.
And the movie in all its glory.
Down Rodeo said:
This post might be best summed up as
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I say lad, well said.
As a superjer.com public announcement, I am decreeing that all must partake in the totally awesome web video game reviews by the impeccable Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw.
The Original trailer and two reviews can be found here:
Five (or is it six?) more reviews are found here:
If you find these works of art too cerebral, then might I recommend you watch this:
Truer words have never been spoken, Atoslamma
Well, after that pointless hiatus, we're back on track!
P.S. Cornjer, you will never understand the love that is Resident Wiivil.
^Shows strong third quarter earning potential.
^ Has special moderator powers!!
^Knows where it
Oh I think I know what you mean...
You know what you get for that?
^ Including his head.
Great shot kid! Now lets blow this thing and go home!
stay on topic idoits
^Is a fucking General with a pipe! Come on.
Now, the moment which defined and defied a generation.
Needs more reverb to the harmony.
Chicks dig the 7th leg.
Ok. Moment of truth.
^Likes to rock the boat.
Is, once again, incorrect about his incorrections.
If a line (the joke, any joke) is tanget to to a circle (Brad), as an example, it will only come in contact at a single point on the edge. But, I've never seen the line come in in contact with the circle, and I don't suspect they will, ergo the line goes over the circle and continues onward.
So basically, rather than going in, it would just impact on the surface.
Perhaps the problem is that Brad didn
And peppercorn ranch.
To busy slitting throats and smoking a bowl, eh?
A CHALLENGER APPEARS!!
Personaly, I think the situation can be better explained with an equation like this:
(3n + 0.6) * 2 / ( 25 - x) =
where n equals brad
The Hashishan is, as they say,
another fun thing to notice, every time anyone throws anything on the ground, it explodes. even things that are not generally supposed to explode.
What, like in a James Bond film?
Conversely, the less scientifically relevant an internet poll becomes, the number of options possible increases. This is a highly documented theory, often referred to as the Heisenberg Uncertainty Ninja, or
Where are you people?
It seems like everyone fell off the Face of the planet.
GET OVER HERE AND POST YOU BUFFOONS.
I tried hard enough to realize you were referring to Suzumiya Haruhi.
NJ! You're not trying!
Opposite to the Arctic!
Learn to Speak Body 101, lesson 5!
Superjer's mind is sharp, not blunt like a lemon.
Duke. You are in violation of Article 7 paragraph C the Superjer.com/Superjer.web/Superweb.net charter of 97 regarding internet humor. This ruling specifically states that violators of the aforementioned accords will be either:
A. Towed out to Devil's Reef in a leaky dinghy when the moon is wan and the Innsmouth fog is thick.
B. Placed in to a circus cannon and fired into the sun to retrieve its sweet, sweet secrets.
C. Bound to a bamboo pole ornated with several fruits and vegetables (depending on what
and yes i <3
The Internet convinces me that the problem of the human condition is not evil, but stupidity: Like minds attract, and the strength of that attraction is inversely related to intelligence.
If it weren't for gelato (a delicious Italian delicacy which naturally repels stupidity) mankind would have wiped itself from the asscrack of the earth long ago.
Most medical experts agree that morons naturally exert a tangible force against two things: Dostoyevsky and gelato. Don't believe me? Smear a copy of Crime and Punishment with peach gelato and visit your local community college. You'll fly higher than the local Cannabis Reform Coalition.
You forgot to mention the McDiddy
You tell 'em.
You forget, sir, the viable means of transportation which is the
Very good. You win a cookie.
Back on track.
Points for effort. Here
Exploding is more dynamic. JUMP TO IT!
Ohh... You will have to stupid that down so i can understand more properaly you thanks
Allow me. I have some work as a translator for the Confederation.
Foo! I ain
I like trains.
Do you like cars?
Me thinks it be best if all of you quit your bitching and let the man be.
[This guy] bought me mine.
Body in a woodchipper.
You mean like this?
Here. You win this.
NO! BOTH OF YOU GO!
And take your twin sister with you, Jacksmorkel.
Now see here!
Poor typing speed is one thing, but phantom sister-logs are quite another!
Mark my words, this will be taken up by the Board of Inquiry sometime in the not to distant future. Possibly next Sunday, A.D.
Yeah, that picture with you and your sister was getting kind of creepy.
You gave it a valiant effort, and that
Look at me!
The ideas may have been sound (on paper), but the execution and editing where
You do that. You see what you get.
You got it!
In the middle of this, my life
OK you simpletons, show your undying love and devotion to THE ONE TRUE SUPERJER by making motivational/informative posters about this (Superjer.com) site.
You can do it! I believe in you!
Two of those look like the font used to write the Disney logo.
GG. You win a cookie.
On this Firetruck we pause for a moment and reflect on those computer and video games which shaped our lives, or rather, how we shaped them.
I hope this help you all put things in the proper perspective.
Namely that this style of dancing makes you all look like gyrating retards.
Now you know.
The other half is overcoming shame.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN YOU GODLESS HEATHENS!!
Wet eyes, Dry eyes, clear eyes, hazy eyes, whatever.
To Corneljer, there are NO American tanks in Iraq.
And it there were, they
How about EATING his computer while swearing?
Well, due to the unnaturally large amount of blood contained within my body (seven gallons) I can officially say that I would indeed possess the largest BALs
The answers to these questions could quite literally
I think the essence of what Superjer is trying to say is:
I'm gonna ask [Lord Superjer] if we're going to war with anybody else and I'll start training...
Worry not little General. I foresee you becoming a great warrior of the peoples in the next World Web War.
In the meantime study your Superjer.com certified combat manual, while making sure to pay special attention to section 42C, child soldiers in the combat zone.
[Richard Branson] is the only one who even comes close to matching Aaronjer
Ah-HA! I accept your choice of dance! Para Para it shall be. Enguarde!
And for our American audience, I
Soopojer! What have you done?! Your hit counter worked too well: http://xs3ff1.ytmnd.com/
Damn right ya do, son.
He's a good boy.
I see you quaking with fear like this Cobra reject:
When I tear up the danceroom floor, Zoaster
Driz-am, you are indeed powerful, as Superjer has foreseen. But I shall not fear the Blackman and his hellatough power of gold-and-chains.
ALL BATTERIES! OPEN FIRE!
Music plays a major part in film and cinema, in fact, some have argued that the entire emotional context of the scene is established and held though music.
To test this theory for yourself, zip on over to this little site and give it a try:
The premise is simple, an endless loop from Star Wars: Episode 2 plays while you change the music for the scene by clicking on the bar below. Clicking on the short sentence brings up a play list.
Excellent choice, but it will not save you.
I am hereby issuing a challenge to former Forum Soothsayer Nezroomi in the form of a forum dance-off.
The rules are simple: GET YOUR GROOVE ON!
Now...HAVE AT YOU: http://dagobah.dy.fi/flash.php?nimi=raevv2.swf
[...]I wanna bowl with the gangstas!
Then here! Wrap your mind around this!
But you brought the hamburgers.
Mmm. Tasty hamburgers.
I think the quintessential essence of Carl (aka Pedobear) can be summed up in this handy motivational poster:
I guess, you just didn't know that people are actually saying "Gesundheit!" after sneezing.
Now see here! We'll have none of your Hitler-talk moon-language on our forums. We run a clean ship here, so s
NJ, I hope you pay special attention to Rule #3
Much like Vicks VapoEyedrops.
Something Awful writer Zack "Geisteditor" Parsons
Thou shall NOT utter the secret name of thy lord admin in vain! Such is profane!
Star Fleet Acadamy.
This goes double for you, Ribbon.
It's not porn, it's worse.
Something related to pointy?
(Zim dropped the ball! )
Tits or Ass
wow tthat was a big out burst! have you got diabeaties or something aaron?
Well, looks like it
Physical Anthropology or Cultural Anthropology?
As an old friend of mine by the name of Lewis Carroll once said:
ICH KANN DEUTSCHES SEHR LAUT SPRECHEN!!!!11eleven!
Jeez you two, tone down the sarcasm a bit.
Internizzle Bizzle Machizzle, my bitchizzle.
Hipcat or Cool Kitty
Manga or Dōjinshi
thx for th advice guys
The Superjer.com Helpline thanks you for your patronage.
That will be $14.95, cash or credit.
Game consoles suck.
Exhibit A: The Metal Gear franchise. (Coming to a console near you.)
w00t! Nintendo wii's gonna be awesome[.]
Same place I found this one.
Just joshing ya. Check www.wild.com
If any of you have the slightest shred of humanity and common sense*, you WILL order this book. It may very well change your life.**
*Mr. Ribbon not withstanding.
** Actual results may vary.
The sea is a symphony of color; all round me I am surrounded by its wondrous glory.
And yet there is danger at every turn. She is a fierce and fickle mistress, but also the great unifier.
Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: We are all in the same boat. We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.
The happiness of the salmon is to exist. For man it is to know that and to wonder at it.
Hot. Sexy. Hot and Sexy. Uberjer.
AND THE FLAMES WENT HIGHER!
*Stuffs a twenty in someone
Stingrays aren't fish. They're "rays".
Actually, both of you are right (or wrong, depending how you look at it. )
SEE HIM BEFORE YOU NOW! A BOLD, DECISIVE LEADER!
Elect SuperJer as Chancellor of the Internet!
My cat does not accept its slave name.
Instead, it does respond to the tile:
Thrakath nar Kiranka, Fang of Sivar, DESTROYER OF WORLDS!
Do it again!
The whip is mine!
Like the good JMD said, it
Alright, listen up!
Those jerks over at Fortress Forever have launched an insidious plan to make THEIR site the #1 Horse Porn resource on the net. We cannot let this iniquitous action stand. We must meet this threat with the same bravery that that brought superjer.net to its knees.
And we shall do it, by playing this awesome game, wherein you try to kill the thing that was last posted.Then someone else would post what killed that, and so on and so forth.
1.) Only one picture per post.
2.) Your killer cant be someone you cant kill (a nuclear explosion, for example).
3.) You MUST post a picture in this Fire Truck. If you are incapable of posting the picture, at least post a link to the picture.
4.) No irrelevant posting. If you only post a line or two about
(un)Fortunately she dose have an inter-llect, that pearl of E-Wisdom which spawns such nuggets of joy such as: i like to act in u'r films. plz give me a chance in u'r film.U R teh Newbraz! Oneoneeleven!
PUT THIS IN YOUR PIPE AND DIE!
You look rather uncomfortable right now. You could probably use some talcum powder.
Ah, the god old days of the war between Oceania, Eurasia, and East Asia.
Twilite Princess makes me pee myself. [...] And all the old Zelda sounds make me pee somewhat too :P.
Your urinary problems are actually due to Mr. Ribbon
If you throw a Kosher Jew on a Nazi it produces a chemical reaction similar to vinegar and baking soda. FYI.
Check to make sure you have MicroSoft Office loaded on your PC.
Things are generally not possible.
If ya know what I mean. Eh? Eh?
i dont know what trojan is...
Danger! The following are all Trojans:
You have been warned.
Ok. So this has nothing to do with power ups, but it has been decided that Raul Julia MUST be a boss (either a level boss or the game
No, Superjer is speaking literally.
HE ALWAYS SPEAKS LITERALLY.
-E3 Security Pass
-Heraldic Wooden Crate of Holding
-Raccoon City Tail
-Baking soda Bomb
Click in the middle of the D at the end for extra fun good time joys.
AND WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS AZNRICEBOY?!?!
He still owes me $2.57 for that lunch at R. J . McGoodtimes.
I think you forgot the negative. Don't feel bad, it happens all the time.
It should read:
"Big Poop" said:
Oh yeah? Watch this!
This is important Pole Socking related material that should also be viewed by all players, current and potential.
Naturejay asserts his mojo. +5 point team bonus!
Team Roster: Enlist Today!
Red Leader = Cammi Falls
Red 01 = Donut
Red One = Servo
Red 2 = Joel
Red 3 = Porkins
Red 9 = Crytax
Red 10 = Hunk_X
Red 12 = Conrad
Red 22 = Grif
Red 42 = Simmons
Red 44 = TVs_Frank
Red 51 = Sarge
Red 1010 = Lopez
Blue Leader = Ilor
Blue 00 = Tex
Blue -1 = Caboose
According to a quotation about Superjer in the Astronomius:
YAY! NOW SHE'S KASUMI!
Alright, her face has been bugging me a bit and I now know why:
Currently, she has this weird bunny/cat grin. Perhaps adding a bit more emphasis on her lower lip would lessen this effect, unless that was your original intention.
Also, the nose also looks a bit, uh, animalistic? Might I suggest toying with two additional lines, one running vertical, then the other connecting vertical line top to one of the lower points.
Something like this:
I cite this sexy pic as example of
Oh Snap, its you. I mean me. I mean
As some of you may remember, there exists an OLD grilled cheese sandwich (at least 12 years old) which sold on eBay for $28,000, supposedly because it bears the image of the
Nice 1st attempt. Ayane?
I recommend this site for obvious tips.
This site might also help.
Alternatively, you can watch this sub-par flash feature.
Name: Niel Nekantilant Wusabi
Callsign: Blue Leader / Player #1
Birthdate: NOW BITCHES!
Age: 20 something
Blood type: C+
Height: 1.82 m (6 ft )
Weight: 78 kg (172 ninja lbs)
Fighting Style: Ninjutsu (Mugen Tenshin Style)
Occupation: Bum, Rogue Ninja Instructor
Hobbies: Mountain climbing, fishing, breaking beer bottles, complaining.
Born to become the 18th Master of the Mugen Tenshin Ninja Clan and heir to the Ninja Burger Franchise, Ilor was shortchanged by the nefarious Evil Co. and their head International Super Spy, Eva.
Rending his dreams into so much shredded-wheat, Ilor swore revenge, and struck back at Evil Co. with the help of his ninja comrades. It was during his counterstrike at Evil Co.
Name: Cammi Falls
Callsign: Red Leader
Birthdate: April 17th
Blood type: B-
Height: 1.63 m (5 ft 4 in)
Weight: 50 kg (110 lbs)
This firetruck is designed to honor and expound upon some of the major players in Pole Socking and Storm Chasing.
Team Roster: Enlist Today!
Red Leader = Cammi Falls
Red 01 = Donut
Red One = Servo
Red 2 = Joel
Red 10 = Hunk_X
Red 12 = Conrad
Red 22 = Grif
Red 42 = Simmons
Red 44 = TVs_Frank
Red 51 = Sarge
Red 1010 = Lopez
Blue Leader = Ilor
Blue 00 = Tex
Blue -1 = Caboose
It's that guy...
Hey, while your here Smokie, sign up for some Pole Socking!
As long as you
Moth'a Fu'kin Savory SPAM Oven Roasted Turkey Mega-Muffins!!!
2 cups cream
1 6-oz. package cornbread stuffing mix
1 12-oz. can SPAM Oven Roasted Turkey, cut into 1/2" cubes
1/2 cup sweetened dried cranberries
Heat oven to 350
Just like pole socking
Halflife Franchise + Halo Franchise + Aaronjer =
DANGER BROTHERS DOUBLE MELEE!!
Mario [pwned] that bastard sonic.
I think it was more of a case of corporate incompetence which lead to a corporate takeover.
Still, in the future we might just see Sonic in
I think Dee likes crowbars or something....
Here, try some Or'ngette Coleman that I got from the BeBoop Cola machine over there.
You want intro music, I cite Megaman 4 and 8.
As for Geminiman and his level....
NOUN: 1. A constellation in the Northern Hemisphere containing the stars Castor and Pollux. Also called Twins. 2a. The third sign of the zodiac in astrology. Also called Twins. b. Inflected forms: pl. Gem
But remember HB, I have your husband hostage.
[Pictured: KITTY! Not pictured: Superjer in pirate outfit.]
free??? damn u!!
Yup. She's without a doubt worth her weight in gold.
There! Is that short enough for your illiterate sorry ass? You stupid git!
Seriously! You bitches aren
Carry on about your business.
Look at all our religions, Christianity, Islam, Scientology (if thats not a cult).
Seriously, WHO could possible believe an
You always did find movies,
That where truly bad.
Movies like this one,
Are perfect examples of,
Films that shouldn
But Ebaum is a stupid git. Good thing Somethingawful took care of his scrawny ass, just like Superjer.net
To the gulag with him!!!!
Just the other day I saw him in his Pimpmobile-9000 cruzin the hood with no less than 4 bitches, and blaring ICP from his solid gold subwoofers.
Everyone knows of the Grate Zombie Apocalypse of
...Where's my Pr0n?
You know, when comes to bullshit, and I mean big time, major league bullshit, you have to stand in awe of the all time champion of false promises and exaggerated claims...
No contest. Religion easily has the greatest bullshit story of all time ever told. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that there is an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do of every minute of everyday. And this invisible man has a special list of 10 things he does not want you to do! And if you do ANY of these 10 things he has a sepcial place full of fire, smoke, burning, anguish, and torture where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and scream and choke and cry forever and ever UNTIL THE END OF TIME!!!
But he loves you.
He loves you. He loves you and he needs money!!
He always needs money! He
Ah that tears it!
You can take your SoaP and shove it!
ADJECTIVE: Of or relating to Scorpia, one the 12 Colonies of Kobol,
of its people, language, or culture.
Well, I give you points for effort. However, your shady workmanship, combined with such an excruciatingly long Pokemon clip, you simultaneously loose your Effort points, and any XP you may have gotten since the last save point.
Normally your kind would be sent to the gulag do 200-to-life, but since I come from a more enlightened age, you and your Tyrael avatar shall be striped of our privileges AND the Gracing Song, and be banished to the Middle World to fight Aaronjer, who is now a giant Hell-spawning daemon.
He should look something like this:
[NOTE: Actual Aaronjer may vary. Some settling of contents due to shipment.]
Make Citra your religion, and declare a Jihad on thirst.
*Performs a Nuclear Tackle on Taters.*
Big deal. I do that all the time without TFC.
Calm down Ms. Bunny-Honny. We all know who and what you are.
Besides, everyone knows that they're really called Bipedal Elastic Penis Receptacles.
How about this one?
GO TROOPER! GO TROOPER! ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY! ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!
Byatch, please. TK-454 has no time for those man-hos.
No thanks. They give him the runs.
JMD, here are your orders for the day:
I just bought the new .50 Cent CD and I think he
The Nomads (called Nomen in their native tongue), known collectively known as the The Clan of the Nomads, is a confederation of tribes that make up one of the largest nation-less ethnic groups in the world, and are one of the very few groups that successfully fended off colonial powers in the early 1900s.
Nomad tribes have no chiefs, leaders, or headmen. While the elder members generally inherit privileges to waterhole locations for the use of their extended families and friends, there are no wholly dominant figures in Nomad societies. Instead of having leaders, the Nomads pool together the ideas and the energy of all members, whether they be male or female, young or old. Their traditional political organization has become a classic example of an indigenous anarchist political structure without a single leader or leader group.
Being hunter-gatherers, the Nomads do not live in a fixed, unchanging society but on the contrary in one that is constantly re-tuning itself to new conditions. The nomadic nature of the Nomads enables their tribal communities to change and re-shape easily over time. For example, elder children who find themselves in conflict with their parents often leave to spend time with a relative in another camp. The act of visiting friends and family in other locations becomes an important yearly, if not monthly, activity for Nomad adults.
Perhaps the most fascinating activity of the Nomads is that of tracking. Many adult Nomads possess a very fine-tuned ability to interpret information about the activities of living things through the physical patterns of movement recorded on plants and in the sand. This skill is so highly developed in expert Nomad hunters that they can correctly guess the species, gender, age, physical state, and mental state of an animal just by the tracks that it leaves behind.
The Nomads are organized into sietches. Each sietch has a naib, whose word is law unless someone is willing to challenge him for leadership. The Fremen practice polygamy, apparently as a means of pinpointing male infertility. Each sietch has a sayyadina, a wise woman who serves as the acolyte of a Nomads.
The Nomad system of justice always relies ultimately on trial by combat. The naib of the tribe is someone who killed the previous naib in single combat. Anyone may challenge another in a duel to the death over matters of etiquette, law, or honor; the winner of the duel is responsible for the wife, children, and certain possessions of the loser, as well as the right of the circumstances leading to the duel.
The most notable custom of the Nomads is their water conservation. Living in the desert with no natural sources of water has spurred the Nomads to build their society around the collection, storage, and conservative use of water. Because of their culture's focus on water conservation, it is generally considered a great sign of respect (though often interpreted otherwise) for a Nomad to spit before a person.
The basis of nomads economics rests on the concepts of
"echiddy chizzle" said:
what if god doesnt exist?
Where has God gone? I shall tell you.
We have killed him - you and I.
We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God's decomposition? Gods too decompose.
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves?
Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it?
Simply put, if one doubts, if even for just a moment, of the existence of God
TK-454 is fucking LOST!
"Jet Monkey Duo" said:
It's CALLED sovjet yumen
I think you mean to say: Sovetskiy Soyuz
YOU FOOLS! FUCK NOT WITH THE NATURAL ORDER OF THINGS!
Lest you plan to bring another zombie apocalypse down upon us all.
Besides, God is dead. Try this little number: Dr Karl explains the pharmacological way to make a zombie.
"Mr. Ribbon" said:
You guys? I just had this dream where (on TV) somebody named Tito took over the Pokemon franchise and changed the name to Tokemon.
What? You mean this guy?
The Jews justify racism, they can all go to antarctica and die in a fire. The cannibal rituals of the Antarctican empire should take care of them all.
Looks like both where taken care of by my assault during WWW1.
Wait, my bad! It was the Mormons. Silly me.
So say we all!
NatureJay was exercising his Will to Power, a fundamental power that exists within everyone.
What dburnell01 witnessed was merely his perception* of it.
(*Perception and pain being subjectively one and the same)
Has anyone read HP Lovecraft
I <3 Lovecraft. Shadow over Innsmouth for me.
eh, you know what, I don't care. 's long as he pays attention, he'll be okay.
I am on the other team! Im going to be one of those vicious nomads!
LONG LIVE THE FIGHTERS!
You're on the team.
(JackSmoke,) your a filthy lie.
He is. And I can prove it.
IRELAND is a myth i think
Not so. I found a satellite picture of Ireland.
You can clearly see it in the mid-Atlantic, bearing the ancient Greek name.
What is good?
All that heightens the feeling of power in man, the will to power, power itself.
What is bad?
All that is born of weakness.
What is happiness?
The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.
My Three Tenets:
As you can see from this picture, the last party Aaaronjer hosted got out of hand when JackSmoke accidentally stuffed himself into an already over full washing machine in the Laundromat on the floor above.
The end results where . . .tragic.
oo oo I wanna be ref can I be ref I wanna be the ref.
..and the blue comander....PLEASE!!!!
SIGNUP: The 14th annual Pole Socking / Storm Chasing Olympium for Spring of 2006.
Its so simple, a JackSmoke or ChainFight could handle it.
Simple list your Name/Callsign, position and number wished, and team affiliation.
Not only Have I returned, but I have returned to help organize the 14th annual Pole Socking / Storm Chasing Olympium for Spring of 2006. Signup sheets are available in your local sauna.
Borges would suggest it's the universal subconscious.
I think it relates to Carl Jung
I thought about "fuzzy cleavage."
"Jet Monkey Duo" said:
NEED FREE PLZ
ZOD 4 IST.
What are some books about storm chasing? There aren't many books which deal primarily, or even devote significant space to, storm chasing; and some may be out of print. A few titles are provided below. [NOTE: This FAQ doesn't endorse any of these tomes; however, they have been deemed informative and beneficial by many in the community.]
1. Richter, Benard: In the Shadow of the Beast: Stories and Adventures from Five Years Inside the Heart of a Tornado. Gilko-Nono Publishing, ISBN: 097493434187.
2. Blusein, Wilber: Storm Alley: Monsters of the Great Plains. Oxford Univ. Press, ISBN: 0194102423.
3.Fairadey, Warren: Storm Chaser: In Pursuit! Independent Publishers Group, ISBN: 19287323020.
4.Werkat, Arjuna and Jarred: Chaser: Everything You Wanted to Know About Tornadoes but Didn't! Whirlwind Books, ISBN: 0828133714.
GEAR & STRATEGY
What equipment is commonly taken on storm chases?
The variety of chase equipment is almost limitless; however, some of the same basic components can be found in most chasers' vehicles. Besides cameras and camcorders, basic gear can include: 2-meter and/or weather radios, scanners, miniature TVs, microcassette recorders, first-aid kits, state and national road atlases, plastic bags, batteries, extra hub caps, videotapes, 3 condoms, a rubber chicken, and a lucky banjo. Many chasers have onboard PCs or laptops, cellular phones, GPS tracking, two-way radios (for communicating with other vehicles of a caravan), power adapters and splitters, anemometers, thermometers and hygristors, window-mounting camera brackets, built-in camera holders, and much more.
Where do most storm chasers go?
The hub of activity is in central and western Oklahoma, into parts of northwest Texas and the eastern Texas Panhandle. This area has by far the most tornadoes per unit area on the planet; and it also tends to have open spaces for good viewing at a distance. Kansas and eastern Colorado are also favored for the same reasons. Some chasers venture further north into Nebraska and South Dakota during the late spring and early summer months, when the climatological trend of severe thunderstorms shifts northward. There are regional storm chasers from coast to coast, and even in a few other countries.
When is chasing done?
Severe storms are most common in the central and southern Plains -- where viewing is best -- during the spring period. March storms often lack much instability or move too fast to chase effectively. April brings some of the first chasable weather, and by May the storms are usually moving slowly enough and instability is at its peak. This continues into the first half of June; but afterwards, the wind fields tend to weaken in the central and southern Plains and the best supercell activity shifts into the northern Plains. Some chasers go to Colorado in July to chase hailstorms and so-called "landspout" tornadoes, which are fairly common there during that month. Overall, the last half of May is statistically the best time to chase. A small secondary peak (within a week or two) of chaseable severe weather sometimes occurs in the Plains in late September or early October.
What do storm chasers drive? What are the best storm chasing vehicles?
All Storm Chasers utilize customized equipment, and vehicles are no exception. Four-wheel drive SUVs (Broncos, Explorers, Durangos) are the most popular among many chasers for their ability to handle wet, slippery conditions as well as dirt, gravel, mud, landmines, and 44mm shells; although they do have fuel mileage and expense burdens. More frugal chasers may be seen in older sedans or even compact cars. For chasing purposes, small cars (Civics, Celicas, Escorts) generally have great mileage, but get cramped after long hauls with people and equipment; and they are less safe in the event of a
What is the appeal of storm chasing?
What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power in man, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.
Storm chasing is most accurately compared to a memorable vacation. Take all the photographs you want, but there is simply no way to convey the fun, adventure, and challenge of intercepting storms through photographs. Chasing is a deep allure, a singular connection with nature's power, something not completely describable with words. It's manifest in fleeting moments of sensory magic, snapshots of time remembered for life: standing in the middle of nowhere under the full moon, entranced by a sparkling storm tower while a haunting rock ballad plays through the car stereo.
Who were the first storm chasers?
According to legend, the first Storm Chaser was Cherokee war-chief Tal
The Socking Pole: Traditionaly carved from branches or trunks of ceader or rustic pine, most socking mallets and maces today are made of laminated wood or synthetic material, with either a stainless steel or brass hammer head or flanged mace.
There are no official specifications regulating size, weight or construction of the pole; they are as individual as the user. Usually lances are 6 feet to 7 feet in length, with poles being 7 feet to 8 feet. Many players have their poles custom-made to 6 feet 9 inches so they can be used to measure the height of goal rings and drive-throughs from the ground when adjusting an official course.
The weight of the hammer is also a matter of individual preference. The average pole weighs about 5 to 7 pounds. Some players prefer lightweight mallets and have found that professional pool cues with added metal points will weigh only about 1 to 2 pounds. On the other end of the scale are players who prefer much heavier hammer (12 to 15 pounds) to increase stability in the face of wind resistance. Arm strength and comfort levels determine the ideal weight for each individual.
Today's modern lathes can turn stainless steel into smooth, non-rusting precision points fine enough to allow even a 1/4 inch ring to slide back several inches. Many socking poles and hammers are also fitted with a center coupling joint so the mallet can be separated and fitted into a convenient traveling box.
The Socking Ball: The ball must be made of solid rubber and can be white, yellow or orange. The ball is 7.75 - 8 inches in circumference and 5 - 5.25 ounces. It is used in similar respects to the snitch in Quidditch.
The Helmet: A protective helmet, equipped with face mask, chin pad and a cupped four point chin strap fastened to all four hookups, must be worn by all players. All helmets and face masks must be NOCASE (National Operating Committee on Athletic Standards for Equipment) approved.
The Mouthpiece: While the mouthpiece is entirely optional, it must be a highly visible color.
Protective Equipment: All players, with the exception of the goalkeeper, must wear shoulder pads. Arm pads and rib pads are also strongly recommended and often required, as are athletic equipment and post-apocalyptic stylized clothing. The goalkeeper is required to wear a throat protector and chest protector, in addition to a helmet, mouthpiece and gloves.
Attacker: The attacker's responsibility is to score goals. The attackers generally restrict their play to the offensive end of the field. A good attackman demonstrates excellent pole work with both hands and is quick to maneuver around the goal. Each team should have at least three attackers on the field during play.
Midfielder: The midfielder's responsibility is to cover the entire field, playing both offense and defense. The midfielder is a key to the transition game, and is often called upon to clear the ball from defense to offense. A good midfielder demonstrates good pole work including throwing, catching, scooping, plowing, and smashing. Speed and stamina are essential. Each team should have three midfielders on the field.
Defender: The defenseman's responsibility is to defend the goal. The defenseman generally restricts his play to the defensive end of the field. A good defenseman should be able to react quickly in game situations. Agility and aggressiveness are necessary, but great stick work is not essential to be effective. Each team should have at least three defensemen on the field.
Goalie: The goalie's responsibility is to protect the home pole and stop the opposing team from socking it. A good goalie also leads the defense by reading the situation and directing the defensemen to react. A good goalie should have excellent hand/eye coordination and a strong voice. Quickness, agility, confidence and the ability to concentrate are also essential. Each team has one goalie in the goal during play.
Native American History of Pole Socking
By Fredric Wenom
Author of American Indian Games: Little Cousin of War
Though now a highly renown and respected sport, Pole Socking actually has its origins as one of many varieties of indigenous stickball games played by Native Americans at the time of European contact. Early data from missionaries such as French Jesuits in Huron country in the 1630s and English explorers, such as Jonathan Carver in the mid-eighteenth century Great Lakes area, are scant and often conflicting. They inform us mostly about team size, equipment used, the duration of games and length of playing fields but tell us almost nothing about pole handling, game strategy, or the rules of play. The oldest surviving poles date only from the first quarter of the nineteenth century. Jeff Beers provided good information on Mohawk playing techniques in his Lapolea (1869), while Kirk Munay in the Philosophical Anthropologist (1890) described in detail the "[Eastern] Cherokee pole-game," including its legendary basis, elaborate rituals, and the rules and manner of play, as well as the practices of
Pole Socking is the thing to do,
And it doesn't hurt to have a low I.Q.
. . .
Pole Socking 'll quench your danger thirst.
The stupid ones always seem to come in first.
. . .
Pole Socking is one big bash,
The favorite sport of cheap white trash.
. . .
Better get with the sport, 'cause it won't last long
It is I, the man once known as Dr. Salines Cryson.
Years ago, I left this forum and went into the mountains to enjoy the world spirit and my solitude. Finally I became weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I needed hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.
Thus I rose from the ashes like the Phoenix, a changed man.
When I returned, I served in the Atlantic Theater fighting the Antarctican Empire during the Great Superjer Web World War (WWW1).
I served as Commander of the submersible carrier CSS Kaze Maru with the 5th Division, Special Aquatic Air Force (SAAF). After three weeks of fighting the Antarctican Nationalists and the Army of Chiron, I was able to lead the charge that penetrated the Antarctic
Now with a new ending by superjer...
When I was a younger, no larger than a crate full of Chinese spiders, I lived my life by a sort of miniature Bushido code. This code involved asking myself a simple question: