Commericalized packages are really going to be the ruin of individual creativity in our world.
For once, Senator w-lfs-n and I agree: I want my commercialized packaging done right there in front of me, not in some offshore sweatshop.
I was talking about commericalized packages, min.
I want my commercialized packaging done right there in front of me...
...laydeez
women are slowly losing their traditional predominant role in correcting the spelling of others. on the other hand, it's not like teaching has stopped being a low-status job, so women who spell better than Becks can still fill all the English-teacher jobs our nation needs.
If these women even have packages to commercialize I must regretfully invoke the specter of steroid abuse.
Yeah. The Eliminator really favors strength-to-weight ratio and endurance, though. The men's winner last year wasn't the strongest guy around, it was the one who was wiry and climbed rocks for fun. But they seem to like to have on bulkier men as competitors anyway, maybe because they make the contact events (which make up a lot of the show) more interesting.
The Eliminator really favors strength-to-weight ratio and endurance, though
Yeah, and those are TOTALLY LAME. Who needs those?
When I was a kid, my we used to recreate the Assault in my basement with Nerf weapons. It was a fun time.
When I was a kid, my we used to recreate the Assault in my basement with Nerf weapons
We developed a similar game we called "Duck" and played it with the missiles that came with our dart board.
You can always count on m. leblanc to tell it like it is. Those are totally lame.
Cheery fact for today: Even if we balance the budget, even if we have never spent a penny on Iraq, we would still be completely boned by Medicare and Social Security costs.
You can always count on m. leblanc to tell it like it is. Those are totally lame.
Right on. There's no way a marathon is as entertaining as the World's Strongest Man competition.
There's no way a marathon is as entertaining as the World's Strongest Man competition.
perhaps more pertinently to the subject of gladiating, endurance and strength-to-weight ratio are crap in a fight.
re: 14
Yes, see every past thread where people have talked about fighting, ever.
Have you ever seen Britain's Hardest or whatever it's called? With the potato faced bloke from Eastenders? There's some solid comedy there. It's like Gladiators for Essex roofers who've read one too many Lenny McLean books.
re 15: is that the same guy who visits "the hardest sides in football" and stands around marveling how "these guys are nuts" while they tear down a stadium [1]?
Because that really is awesome in its earnestness.
[1] Or more often, stand around looking slightly menacing and perhaps attempt to tear out a seat or two.
re: 16
Different guy, I think. But the target demographic is the same, I think.
I've been so excited about the return of Gladiators. There is a difference in our Eliminator - the women do monkey bars, and the men get the handcycle.
Britain's Toughest Cunt (the one on Bravo, with Ian "The Machine" Freedman refereeing and Phil Mitchell seemingly locked out of the studio?), IIRC, did actually basically star the creme de la menthe of the second division of British mixed martial arts; if you'd ever had a tryout for the UFC and failed, you were in.
None of them, mind, back on topic, were half as scary as some of the women on "Booze Britain: Binge Nation" though.
re: 19
That's the one. Some of the contestants were, as you say, second-tier mixed martial arts types.* But some of them just seemed to be random flabby blokes.
The fight at the end of the show was so hedged with rules -- no punching, no striking above the neck, no kicking -- that it was high farce. Basically two blokes pushing each other.
re: 'Booze Britain: Binge Nation'
Growing up, if a hen night came into the pub, you'd see the more savvy blokes make a swift beeline for the bogs/exit. I had one mate who was a clean-cut looking type with 'manager's hair' [like a Scottish Glen Medeiros, if that can be imaginged]. For some reason, hen-nights were attracted to him like moths to a flame. Poor bugger literally running out the door ...
* there's a guy fought in the last contest I was at** who's a sparring partner for one of the top mma guys. Just enormous. I don't know how big he was, but if he was much under 6ft 6 and 20 stone, I'd be surprised. He couldn't have run for the bus, but I'd put money on him in anything that involved flattening people.
** judging rather than fighting
we would still be completely boned by Medicare and Social Security costs.
Since 1 percent of U.S. households owns 38 percent of U.S. wealth, and the top 5 percent owns more than 58 percent (and that was in 1996), I vote we, oh, um, I dunno, raise their taxes. Also crush the insurance industry and create a national health care plan. If that doesn't do the trick, we're fucked, because there aren't gonna be any ice floes left.
12: GB, will you quit posting moron shit here? There are things to say about that topic, but USA Today is not the place to look.
A place to start is to realize that the Social Security problem is insignificant. The next step is to look at Medicare, which is a real problem, in the broader context of our whole expensive, gappy, high-administration-cost medical system.
Christ almighty, I'm up at the crack of dawn and Emerson is still there before me, saying exactly what needs to be said in 22.
An amusing diversion for me when I am eating hotel breakfasts on the road is to monitor the headlines of USA Today to see how the headline writers contextualize names that should be known to a reasonably informed reader, e.g. "Outed CIA Spy" instead of "Plame". A reliable gauge for whether a particular story has gone mainstream is when the USAT prints a person's name in the headline.
23: Or when they go from "Valerie Plame, an outed CIA spy," to "Valerie Plame, the outed CIA spy."
I read running and sports magazines at the gym for a similar reason. (Or did, when I could be bothered to do cardio.) Here I am, a hamster on an elliptical treadmill. Here is an article about how this person is running an ultramarathon because they're missing the gene that allows them to understand why we invented the wheel. Guess I can get through another 30 minutes.
What Emerson said in 22. "Costs of the war and tax cuts don't matter compared to SCARY ENTITLEMENTS" is major Republican talking point, really the only thing they have to say and they hit it hard.
There is no scary entitlements problem -- there is a health care costs problem that will bankrupt *everybody* (government, private sector, whole national economy!) if it isn't brought under control. Since it is unlikely that we will go bankrupt spending 100% of our national income on health care, it will be brought under control somehow. The problem is that this will create all kinds of tough political choices -- either someone's income has to be cut or someone has to not get treatment.
Presidential from the last reproduction ev-bio Judson-is-hawt thread:
Thanks to all with the advice on avoiding induction. Margaret was born this morning at 5:03 PDT. Bess is doing fine -- she hung in tough. Unfortunately, the advice did not take and we rhad to rely on chemical means. Score one (sadly) for Big Pharma. Margaret is awfully cute; just try and criticize her singing!
28 was me; I literally use five different computers.
Congratulations, Mrs. and Mr. President!
Congratulations! Glad everyone is doing fine.
Congratulations, Harry, Bess, and Margaret!
someone's income has to be cut
A robust estate tax on the wealthiest 5 percent of Americans would do the trick, I bet. Note to the other 95 percent: They are not you, you are not them. Winning the lottery won't make you one of them. Quit protecting their interests, unless you want your grandchildren living in straw huts on the master's estate.
Congratulations, President Truman.
P.S., Gen. MacArthur showing signs of insubordination, I think you need to take him down a notch.
Thanks to all.
35: I agree; he peaked at Inchon. I'll handle it.
I also played American Gladiator games in the early 90s, recreating the Joust with homeless guys in Sam Houston Park in H-town, but with large pieces of plywood rather than padded Q-tip-lookin' things. Well, not them. They just had old newspapers.
Congratulations, of course, but is there a reason that good news like a factory-fresh baby is a presidential announcement?
38: Simply to track with the previous thread.
John Emerson,
I think you play a better "me" than I do. Curse you.
And since this is a light free-for-all thread let me just say that while "Ultimate" fighting is barely concealed homo-eroticism futball (or football or what we Yanks call soccer) is just gay.
Thank you and have a pleasant afternoon.
That is all.
"Ultimate" fighting is barely concealed homo-eroticism
Barely? It isn't concealed at all.
45: look that submission hold is called a 69 for totally unrelated reasons, okay?
Also "checking the oil" is purely tactical.
Barely? It isn't concealed at all.
Oh. It is hard for me to tell. As my wife says, I have a dirty mind.
My shrink asked if I was bothered by indecent thoughts and I told him "No, I rather like them."
46:
Sifu,
After looking up felching and the "dirty Sanchez" I don't even want to think what "checking the oil" is.
Oh, carp. Dipstick. oil level. Well that's not that bad. If it is more don't tell me.
Congratulations, Trumans! Yay cute babies.
Valerie Plame, an outed CIA spy
Because there are so many of them.