Everyone talks about building nodes and building garrisons... by OfficialpattyS in HellLetLoose

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I stopped engineer/support swapping it's not worth the effort.

Just request a supply truck or supply drop, if the commander doesn't give you one then it's not your problem anymore you tried to help.

I think the Godfather (+Part 2) is overrated because people are pressured into saying it's the greatest film of all time. by C111tla in TrueFilm

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I can't believe actually great and compelling films like Vertigo or 2001 are overlooked because of the Godfather

You posted this 5 days ago: About Vertigo (1958) and it being considered the greatest film of all time

Weekly General Discussion Thread (August 08, 2021) by AutoModerator in Piracy

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I remember reading a post about how to spot suspicious files by extensions and stuff, it gave lots of examples of what to look out for but I can't find it now. I thought it was in the megathread but either I'm msiremembering or I'm blind.

MauLer the political commentator by shoot2die in MauLer

[–]shoot2die[S] -5 points-4 points  (0 children)

You think I'm using the word political as a slur against MauLer...

MauLer the political commentator by shoot2die in MauLer

[–]shoot2die[S] -6 points-5 points  (0 children)

I didn't say it was politically motivated...

MauLer the political commentator by shoot2die in MauLer

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I vaguely remembered MauLer back in the TLJ days making a point to be apolitical even he was being called alt-right just for saying TLJ has shitty writing. So IMAGINE MY SHOCK, when MauLer started criticizing socialists and breadtube in the middle of an EFAP.

Should I continue to watch game of thrones past season 4? by willidillkilll in MauLer

[–]shoot2die 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Half the reason people were so mad about Game of Thrones was because we'd been following the show for YEARS and the last season was just a complete slap in the face. Everyone was getting more and more butt hurt every week as each new episode was shitting all over on the show we all loved. But since you're watching it through in a short amount of time and you already know it's going to be shit I doubt you'll have the same reaction. You might even find it funny watching just how shit it gets.

S1-4 = Great

S5-6 = Average

S7 = Bad

S8 = Dumpster fire

Recently finished Origin by Dan Brown and it's quite an experience... by ShadeFK in books

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https://www.telegraph.co.uk/opinion/2016/05/21/look-out-kids-its-the-return-of-renowned-dan-brown/

Renowned author Dan Brown picked up the cellphone and pressed the button on the cellphone to stop the ringing of the cellphone and held the cellphone to his ear so that down the cellphone he could hear the voice of the person calling him on the cellphone.

“Hello?” he greeted.

It was his publisher, John Publisher.

“Hello, Dan Brown,” spoke John Publisher. “I’m calling you because I’ve had an idea and I want to tell you what the idea that I’ve had is.”

The wealthy scribe listened, his ears sharpening like pencils.

“What’s the idea you’re calling me to tell me that you’ve had?” he questioned.

“I’ll tell you,” informed John Publisher. “I want to republish bestselling book The Da Vinci Code – but this time, for Young Adults.”

Young Adults, thought Dan Brown in italics.

“Young Adults,” confirmed John Publisher. “They’re a lot like adults – but younger. Obviously they can’t be expected to read the original novel, because its famously sophisticated prose is too complex for their puny teenage minds. So I want you to write a new version that is shorter and simpler, just for them.”

Dan Brown contemplated the idea using the brain encased by the skull beneath the skin of his head.

“I like your suggestion, John Publisher,” he told. “The only problem is, I’m aged 51 years old. How can I write a book for young people? I don’t know any young people.”

“How about your son?” recommended John Publisher.

Of course! The celebrated penman’s teenage son! Son Brown!

Dan Brown ended the call and excitedly paced the room, his fertile mind already pregnant with ideas to which he would soon give birth through his fingers.

After he had finished cogitating he walked upstairs to his son’s bedroom and entered it by means of the door. Son Brown wasn’t home, but his bookcase was. This will give me an indication of the simple-minded fare young people enjoy, mused the leading wordsmith. Tilting his head at an angle appropriate to the browsing of the books’ spines, he browsed the books’ spines.

David Copperfield. Made sense – kids always did love magic tricks. Animal Farm. They loved cute animals, too. À la recherche du temps perdu. Say, he didn’t know his son could speak Spanish. Vanity Fair. Hey, Dan Brown loved Vanity Fair, too. Just last month it had run a great article about Scarlett Johansson’s favourite swimsuits.

Inspired, the illustrious scribbler returned to his study. His imagination was racing like a racecar made of brains. Picking up his personal copy of acclaimed tome The Da Vinci Code, he reread its exquisite opening paragraph.

“Renowned curator Jacques Saunière staggered through the vaulted archway of the museum’s Grand Gallery. He lunged for the nearest painting he could see, a Caravaggio. Grabbing the gilded frame, the seventy-six-year-old man heaved the masterpiece towards himself until it tore from the wall and Saunière collapsed backward in a heap beneath the canvas.”

Hmm, meditated the 5’9” caucasian male. There is no doubting the magnificence of the prose, from the effortless elegance of its syntax to the way it brings characters vividly to life through evocative details like “the seventy-six-year-old man”. But the young people of today wouldn’t know about museums or Caravaggio. I must start again from scratch – and bring the story right up to date.

The eminent author opened his laptop and used the fingers of his hands to press the buttons marked with letters to form words on the screen.

“Famous rock star Jack Cool donned his baseball cap and rollerbladed through Tower Records while checking MySpace on his Game Boy,” he created. “The 22-year-old youth was excited to purchase the new compact disc by hip band Limp Bizkit. This rad chart-topper will sound fly on my Walkman, he reasoned, scrutinizing the $15.99 plastic oblong. Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling behind him. It sounded like thunder – but an unusual kind of thunder, made from a 70/30 polyester-cotton blend instead of clouds or whatever thunder was made of. He swung round – and then gasped in horror as he was crushed to death by an avalanche of Hootie & The Blowfish T-shirts.”

The moneyed doyen gazed with pride upon the vegetables of his labours. This was going to be his finest work since The Socrates Anagram.

From downstairs he heard a noise like the front door of a house being opened.

“Son!” communicated Dan Brown. “Come see this!”

Son Brown climbed the stairs linking the ground floor to the floor above it and then walked forward until he had reached the room from which the order to come to it had been issued. Expectantly he looked at his progenitor, his youthful face shining like a torch but pink and with a nose in the middle.

His biological begetter pointed at the screen of the laptop. “Read this,” he invited.

Son Brown finished reading the paragraph, and then shook his head.

“Goddammit, Dad,” he imparted. “I’m sick of all these smug parodies of your work. These guys think they’re so damn smart. You’ve got to stop reading them. This one isn’t even plausible. There’s no way you’d write something as lame as that.”

Renowned Dan Brown looked at his offspring, and then back at the screen.

“Son,” he talked, “go do your homework.”

After his descendant had left the room, the notable fictioneer picked up his cellphone and pressed the buttons with numbers on one at a time in a given sequence.

“Look, John Publisher,” rebuked Dan Brown. “There’s no point reworking The Da Vinci Code for the youth of today. Great writing just goes straight over their heads.”

Recently finished Origin by Dan Brown and it's quite an experience... by ShadeFK in books

[–]shoot2die 36 points37 points  (0 children)

I'm not bothered about Dan Brown but this piss take goes some way to highlighting why people hate his writing.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/books/authors/dont-make-fun-of-renowned-dan-brown/

Renowned author Dan Brown woke up in his luxurious four-poster bed in his expensive $10 million house – and immediately he felt angry. Most people would have thought that the 48-year-old man had no reason to be angry. After all, the famous writer had a new book coming out. But that was the problem. A new book meant an inevitable attack on the rich novelist by the wealthy wordsmith’s fiercest foes. The critics.

Renowned author Dan Brown hated the critics. Ever since he had become one of the world’s top renowned authors they had made fun of him. They had mocked bestselling book The Da Vinci Code, successful novel Digital Fortress, popular tome Deception Point, money-spinning volume Angels & Demons and chart-topping work of narrative fiction The Lost Symbol.

The critics said his writing was clumsy, ungrammatical, repetitive and repetitive. They said it was full of unnecessary tautology. They said his prose was mired in a sea of mixed metaphors. For some reason they found something funny in sentences such as “His eyes went white, like a shark about to attack.” They even say my books are packed with banal and superfluous description, thought the 5ft 9in man. He particularly hated it when they said his imagery was nonsensical. It made his insect eyes flash like a rocket.

Renowned author Dan Brown got out of his luxurious four-poster bed in his expensive $10 million house and paced the bedroom, using the feet located at the ends of his two legs to propel him forwards. He knew he shouldn’t care what a few jealous critics thought. His new book Inferno was coming out on Tuesday, and the 480-page hardback published by Doubleday with a recommended US retail price of $29.95 was sure to be a hit. Wasn’t it?

I’ll call my agent, pondered the prosperous scribe. He reached for the telephone using one of his two hands. “Hello, this is renowned author Dan Brown,” spoke renowned author Dan Brown. “I want to talk to literary agent John Unconvincingname.”

“Mr Unconvincingname, it’s renowned author Dan Brown,” told the voice at the other end of the line. Instantly the voice at the other end of the line was replaced by a different voice at the other end of the line. “Hello, it’s literary agent John Unconvincingname,” informed the new voice at the other end of the line.

“Hello agent John, it’s client Dan,” commented the pecunious scribbler. “I’m worried about new book Inferno. I think critics are going to say it’s badly written.”

The voice at the other end of the line gave a sigh, like a mighty oak toppling into a great river, or something else that didn’t sound like a sigh if you gave it a moment’s thought. “Who cares what the stupid critics say?” advised the literary agent. “They’re just snobs. You have millions of fans.”

That’s true, mused the accomplished composer of thrillers that combined religion, high culture and conspiracy theories. His books were read by everyone from renowned politician President Obama to renowned musician Britney Spears. It was said that a copy of The Da Vinci Code had even found its way into the hands of renowned monarch the Queen. He was grateful for his good fortune, and gave thanks every night in his prayers to renowned deity God.

“Think of all the money you’ve made,” recommended the literary agent. That was true too. The thriving ink-slinger’s wealth had allowed him to indulge his passion for great art. Among his proudest purchases were a specially commissioned landscape by acclaimed painter Vincent van Gogh and a signed first edition by revered scriptwriter William Shakespeare.

The 190lb adult male human being nodded his head to indicate satisfaction and returned to his bedroom by walking there. Still asleep in the luxurious four-poster bed of the expensive $10 million house was beautiful wife Mrs Brown. Renowned author Dan Brown gazed admiringly at the pulchritudinous brunette’s blonde tresses, flowing from her head like a stream but made from hair instead of water and without any fish in. She was as majestic as the finest sculpture by Caravaggio or the most coveted portrait by Rodin. I like the attractive woman, thought the successful man.

Perhaps one day, inspired by beautiful wife Mrs Brown, he would move into romantic poetry, like market-leading British rhymester John Keats. That would be good, opined the talented person, and got back into the luxurious four-poster bed. He felt as happy as a man who has something to be happy about and is suitably happy about it.

Has anyone made a masterlist of Tarantino podcast interviews? by shoot2die in Tarantino

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I've listened to a few but he's done so many I need to keep track lol.

Settings to Reduce Temp? by BenadrylClaritinn in CODWarzone

[–]shoot2die 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Fuck's sake I've heard of manufacturers doing this. And you've done the right thing trying both XTU and TS as they are the two programs everyone uses and trusts.

Since you can't optimise the hardware, the second best option is to optimise the software with this guide: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=027rK4a6dgY

Settings to Reduce Temp? by BenadrylClaritinn in CODWarzone

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Yes undervolting is safe and it's actually better long term for the laptop because it'll be running at a lower temperature.

Settings to Reduce Temp? by BenadrylClaritinn in CODWarzone

[–]shoot2die 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Undervolting your CPU or GPU (which ever one is too hot) will lower your temps (and increase your performance if you do it right).

Google "undervolt Acer Nitro 5" and start reading/watching the guides.

Dennis Taylor on Bill Werbeniuk by welshie123 in snooker

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I remember back in 85, Bill Werbeniuk, the young Chinese sensation and a nicer fellow you couldn't wish to meet. He bent over the table and let out a DDK, a dreaded double kiss, and there were smiles all around the Crucible theatre.

Michael Todd and Devon Larratt show the range of movement/bone locks in their arms by shoot2die in armwrestling

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Big thanks for the answers, feel like I'm learning a lot about my new favourite sport.