So here I am pounding the Booze of the Week which happens to be Bushmills Irish Whiskey, which I recommend …. But that’s not really what I came here to say …
Random.
My music collection on my harddrive is in excess of 10GB. That comes out to almost a couple thousand songs. Now a lot of this music was accumulated via drunken Amazon visits and it tends to be fairly wide-ranging.
Random.
My point is this .. if you have a rather large music collection then you tend to forget an awful lot of the tunes in that collection. So … Grab a bottle, click Random, and enjoy. You’ll be either pleasantly surprised or horrified at the arrangement.
Random.
It may be uncomfortable to shift from Billy Joel to Beastie Boys or from Metallica to George Jones, but the moments where you hear a song you’ve always loved (cause you bought/downloaded it) but have forgotten about … is priceless.
Random. Try it.
Yeah, I get that I’m pulling hind tit here as this film came out in ‘03. I JUST SAW IT THOUGH SO FUCK OFF. Essentially the movie is a nice non-sexual soulmate connection in a completely alien environment.
Could be just a matter of best-match in an alien environment.
But the two main characters really had a connection for lots of reasons.
This is why I feel so utterly alone.
The pain in the ass of the Internet is the knowing that there is someone like you out there in the world. So we’re left with our loneliness in addition to knowing that there is a soul-mate out there.
50 years ago you would not be aware of a similar personality elsewhere on the planet.
Yes, I get that I went off the rails here. Lost In Translation … there’s never been a more perfect display of non-sexual “mates” for the given environment. You’ve got two people who are utterly alone and manage to find each other. They each have needs that the other fill without more than barely a hint of sex. Everything these days seems to revolve around sex but .. life doesn’t.
Point is, I guess, that companionship can be found …. no… that soul-mates are not necessarily those you’re married to … no … that age is irrelevant …… no …. that like-souls will find each other in an alien environment …. eh, maybe …
fuck.
I’ve not seen a movie in recent history that made me feel as alone as this film and it was stil worth watching.
Recently I’ve come to realize that although i’ve been drinking for a long time with the same people, that eventually drunks change and disperse despite history. It’s a strange and accepted change, for me atleast, and i would like to hear from someone who has gone through the same situation. Happy drinking!!!
Trev
99 bottles of beer on the wall , 99 bottles of beer , you aaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh if you don’t know the rest you shouldn’t be drinking.(PBR # 6) So in case you haven’t noticed I like to drink, and by drink I mean getting pissed.I also like watching hockey and football (not nfl real football. oh I’m sorry soccer fuck!) AND I’m very pasonate about both. (PBR #8) I typically watch “football” by myself, but I, more not often than not watch hockey w/ my Canadian friend(female) and we always take shit from Americans in the bar for being to loud FUCK EM!.(That’s a12 pack) .(that’s my problem w/ Americans if doesn’t involve me be quiet.)I think that is called apathy . (working on 15) Anyway my friend also smokes, so she has to go outside to smoke. (My problem with America) I am not a smoker but I always thought a bar was where you went to drink, smoke, and sort your life out, if need be. You drink at a bar you pickle your liver, you smoke, you smog out your lungs. Whats the diff? We are all going to die let us do it being happy. GO AVALANCH.
P.S. Spellcheck is yhe DOGS BOLLOCKS.
Have you ever met these superficial fucks that say…”I don’t mean to brag, but…”? Bullshit you cocky fuck, yah you do. Brag all you want you dipshit. Just know that I ain’t listening to a word you say. And another thing… you are a douche bag!!! If your collar ain’t popped already, then go ahead and pop it because you are officially a douche. In the spirit of the late George Carlin…”Here’s another group of mutants with missing chromosomes who ought to be thrown screaming from a helicopter.” People that say “I’m not cocky…I’m confident.” Guess what dickweed. That’s only something cocky people say. And again…you are a douche!!!
Will someone tell me how the hell the world got to the point where we need licenses to fish? In my opinion (and granted, I may be wrong) a license symbolizes the fact that the secular world agrees that a person is skilled enough to perform a certain action.
The state recognizes that a 16-year-old is at a reasonable enough age to allow him or her to operate a vehicle (even though I scored 1 point above passing on my 16th birthday). But when did fishing get to the point to where society needed to screen applicants? Since when is a person so incompetent that they can’t fish? The fucked up thing is, I’ve been asked, on more than one occasion to show proof of my fishing license.
If this isn’t the an oversight, I don’t know what is.
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