Talk:Ooso.reticuli

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Greenback 10:09 07/29/08 Something about his yahoo profile quote that bothers me, I'm getting really tired of that "be happy with what you've got because it won't last" attitude everyone's got all of a sudden.
"Hey kid, you want a playstation?"
"SURE!"
"Great. I'm taking it away from you in an hour"
"That's okay. I already slashed your tires and keyed your car, so we're even."
Sorry, but in my book, giving you something and taking it away as soon as you start to enjoy it is known as "ripping you off", and if anything, gives you a reason NOT to enjoy something.
But no. We're supposed to be happier than pigs in shit because even though you're pumping gas and stocking groceries, your ability to survive and continue this activity can be taken away from you. That's not advice. That's a threat. We don't want to be gay appeasers, do we? Or, as we used to say before we were all fucking retarded, we're not pussies, are we? No, I think, given the choice between being the man who chews and savors a single slice of pizza for three damn hours, or the man who grabs the other seven slices and walks off to talk to people who aren't busy being boring and digesting pizza in their mouth, I'd rather be guy # 2.
Remember when our Rock Stars used to recommend we "stomp the shit out of motherfuckers who want to stop us from having a good time", rather than "complain about the fact that we are getting beat up until a grown up comes in and saves the day so we can all have straight-edge hardcore ice cream" ? I could go on for hours on the "bend over and take it" attitude everyone has... but the main page conversation speaks for itself. And another thing. Enough with the "winter" euphemism. No one plays White Wolf Role Playing Games anymore. No one. No one thinks you're suddenly a fucking Genius! with a capital ! because you can make a simple analogy. You aren't suddenly Robert Frost. Hell, even if you were, simple experiment:
Read any Robert Frost poem
Now go to a hot topic and read whatever shirt is next to the one with a one-up mushroom
Now spot three points of difference. The fact that one is on a t-shirt doesn't count.
Harder than it sounds, wasn't it. That's because, like everything else we've ever heard of, we've plastered every analogy Robert Frost has ever made into so many shitty My Chemical Romance songs that, through no fault of his own, his material is now indistinguishable from that found in the scribblings of a 14 year old girl upset that her older brother got a car a year earlier than she did and contemplating suicide as a solution.
If that's what Ohso.ridicul.ous was going for with his yahoo profile and subsequent chat identity, mission accomplished.
I know none of that has to do with his alien schtick. But in a way, it does. Because it comes from the same desire to impress people around you with your astounding truth that caused me to hear, in class, in front of a teacher who was unfortunately too kind to humiliate the source of this idiocy, that Nazis had shot off the nose of the sphinx. Not Napoleon this time, Nazis. Because it's this asshole, and the fact that there are enough clones of him out there, that created the target demographic which allowed the groundbreaking new Indiana Jones movie to exist and destroy everyone's expectations, taking the Last Crusade's high bar and setting it to an entirely new level. A much lower level, maybe, but new nonetheless.
*new* Here's the next, and last, conversation with triple-oh-eyeball, so you don't have to actually have it:
Hey, you guys see the new X-files movie? I've been waiting for it for so long, bought my ticket the day before it opened. I already made a video response on youtube
<someone else> it sucked
Huh? Yeah it did. Worst movie ever. I've always hated X-files
<someone else> what was that about a video response?
Shi... Now is the winter of our discontent *kills self* I REALLY DID COMMIT