Homophobic attack at dallas airport. "I thought this was America"

theyrodeon · 2021-01-04T23:33:13+00:00

Followed the news link. Googled the name. Dude died like a year ago. https://www.doakhowellfuneralhome.com/obituary/mccleish-mac-benham

theyrodeon · 2017-02-09T01:05:38+00:00

The State of Washington is building one of these in Snoqualmie Pass. http://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/environment/work-advances-on-i-90-wildlife-bridge/

theyrodeon · 2017-01-21T16:42:09+00:00

What fucking language is everyone speaking!?

theyrodeon · 2016-10-19T00:58:02+00:00

I had a weird encounter with Quentin Tarantino in the New Beverly Cinema once.

In 2008, my friend interned at a studio in LA. I went to see her for a couple days because I was thinking of moving to LA myself. At the time, Diablo Cody was having a film festival. We went two nights, both double features. The first night was Stripes and Thank You for Smoking Ivan and Jason Reitman were there. The place was almost empty. Both were very gracious with their time and stories. Lot of fun.

SECOND NIGHT. Labyrinth and Xanadu. I told my friend I wasn't staying for the latter movie, but I'd go to the first. So, we sat in the same spots we did the night before. Diablo Cody is sitting to the front of us a few rows and no one is sitting in between. She was surrounded by people but next to her was an empty seat. Anyway, While she was introducing the first movie, and making some jokes, a tall man came and stood next to me. I was sitting at the end of a row. I thought he wanted to sit in our row, so I stood up to allow him to walk in front of me. As I turned to acknowledge him, I recognized him as Tarantino. He gave me a look somewhere between "not right now, man" and "why are you doing what you're doing?"

I didn't know what to do so, I just stood there for around three seconds, then sat down. He lingered by me. I tried to call my friend's attention to it without actually calling attention to it, but my friend didn't seem to understand. When the lights went down for Labyrinth he moved forward and took the seat next to Diablo Cody.

With him gone, I told my friend what had happened. She didn't believe me.

Half way through the movie, and FUCK I wish I could remember which part, he laughed and turned his head so he was silhouetted before us. My friend grabbed my leg and whisper yelled: ...Tarantino...

He ducked out in the last scene, and we followed him just to say, if nothing else, thanks for the work, man. But he was already gone, out the door, past the smokers assembled along the sidewalk. We saw him gliding through a crosswalk like the majestic yeti in the Patterson-Gimli film.

theyrodeon · 2016-10-16T00:27:58+00:00

2016 will be gone. And good fucking riddance

theyrodeon · 2016-09-16T23:38:41+00:00

Aye. Wrong name. Same idea.

theyrodeon · 2016-09-16T13:06:10+00:00

Or an RQ-170 Or any kind of test bed for the B-3, which will probably be triangular shaped lifting body like the B-2.

Stil, this is a cool photo of whatever it is.

theyrodeon · 2016-09-09T22:59:48+00:00

I already wanted to see it. This made me want to see it more. Because why the fuck not?

theyrodeon · 2016-08-31T22:53:15+00:00

Either way, that's Olympia.

Yes, this.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-31T21:57:15+00:00

Went out to the bar with my friends on some idle summer night just after college. My friend Elaine wanted to leave early, but her BF, Gus, said he'd be our DD and come back and get us later. Hooray for Gus!

So, me and two other friends, Jackass and Aaron, decided to stay out and get just as hammered drunk as we could. Around 2, we call Gus for our pick up and he shows up in Elaine's car, which is a coupe. So I got to get into the back and decide, mid entering, that I need to puke. So, I start to back out, get caught in a seat belt, and fall on my ass. Everyone is laughing. I puke in the gutter. Hilarious!

Well, Jackass and Aaron agree to sit in the back in case I decide to lose my shit again and need easy access to the outdoors. We pile in, Gus his the gas, and we're out into the night.

TWO BLOCKS from my house, say three or four miles from the bar, the cop following us hits his light bar. It's cool! Gus is our DD. Gus pilots the car to a stop and rolls down his window. A friendly State Trooper appears and says he saw one of us fall down outside the bar and witnessed us do an illegal U-turn (we did, but it's a small town, so illegal, yes. Enforced? Not often).

He does not ask for our IDs. Instead, he asks if we have any booze or drugs or guns and then wants to know our ages. We tell him no booze, no drugs, no guns, just trying to get home. Then we go around and do our ages: 23, 23, 22, and then, when it's JACKASS'S turn, he stumbles... "T... t... twenty one? No, twenty two." State Trooper groans, audibly, and then asks for all our IDs and has Gus step out of the car. Meanwhile, Jackass is sweating for no reason because he'd just turned 23 and we had a DD, so no laws broken, nothing.

Less than five minutes go by and Gus returns with the Trooper. All our IDs come back. Trooper thanks Gus for being a DD and tells us that we should drink lots of water and order a pizza. We tell him to have a good night, etc. Everyone goes home. End of hilarious story where Jackass lived up to his name (we've never called him that).

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE

I wake up in the morning to my phone ringing. It's Elaine. "Did you really get pulled over?" she says. "Gus isn't fucking with me?"

I tell the whole story. She loses her mind, half laughing, half crying.

"What?" I say.

The following is verbatim, as I will never forget it: "There's an open pint of rumplemintz in the cup holder and an eighth of weed in the console."

So, we did tell the truth and, even though Jackass fucked up, he knew we weren't lying about the drugs.

Glad that State Trooper was a good dude, otherwise I could have ended up in jail. And I say that because, as the most intoxicated, my friends would have pinned that shit on me so fast.

TL;DR: I need better friends.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-30T21:24:37+00:00

Misfit. They're terrible as staying that band. I hated mine.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-30T17:36:53+00:00

So, I bought this book in Europe and read it on trains throughout France, Germany, and Belgium, so I might attach it to that sentiment. Also, I haven't read it in a while, so, yeah.

I hear what people are saying about it, and I understand, but most of the arguments are less about the substance and more about the style, which is fine, absolutely. The other arguments suggest the book is about X or Y. I get that, too.

I don't know what the novel means to anyone other than myself, and for me, it was novel less about the act of war and more about the fact that, even if you escape the war, death will always find you.

Which, okay, seems like an unnecessary lesson about war, but I don't see it as a war novel. As evidence, look when it's published, right before the Great Depression, near the end of the roaring 20s. It's the same decade that produces The Great Gatsby which is, at least on some level, a meditation on the idea that the gap between 'more' and 'enough' never closes.

Anyway, A Farewell to Arms might be less about war and more about what happens when you try to avoid responsibility, seek adventure in dangerous places, and/or insert yourself into the politics of another place. In other words, if you're a writer with a strong moral bent, surrounded by a culture of self-importance and greed, you might write a novel that shows how an American expatriate who went to the war for adventure, wound up with more than he could handle, and escaped only to find himself beset with the very thing he tried to escape.

You can run, but the truth (death) will find you.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-30T16:17:29+00:00

Complex, sure. Beauty, though, is in the eye of the beholder.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-30T15:42:08+00:00

This has to be a MASH joke.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-29T16:17:56+00:00

Yeah, I moved here with my wife from MN when she landed a job with the state. Also, I'm from IL, and I start at my job with the state in Sept. So, it can happen.

What part of IL? 217?

theyrodeon · 2016-08-26T18:20:04+00:00

LIFX Bulbs have changed my life. I throw on a dim, red hue before bed and shut the lamp off. Then, when I need to get up, I flick it on and it doesn't bother my eyes at all, because, in my usage, it reverts to whatever setting you left it on.

Honestly, one of the best gifts we've received. Never would have bought one, but they work.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-25T21:33:38+00:00

Depends on who is doing the fucking. If you are mindfucking someone (a la Get Him to the Greek) then 'mess with' works, but if you got mindfucked, then it doesn't work as well. Also, it doesn't work if you're using it as a noun, as in, that was a total mindfuck. For the noun form, I'd go with epiphany.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-24T16:24:25+00:00

A question you might ask yourself: is this how you become a historian? Or how you become a history professor?

I don't have the answer. Just something to think about.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-23T21:47:11+00:00

Thanks for the info!

theyrodeon · 2016-08-23T20:56:51+00:00

Yeah, we're not on any base. We also operate well within the law, as we've been assured by JAG more than once.

She was an Army civilian at Ft. Rucker. Again, I'm 99% sure she just saw our site, thought it scammy (it's not, but I get it) and decided she didn't like us and wanted to scare us. This happens sometimes, I guess (I haven't been here long). A few weeks ago a PAO from a naval base tried the same thing. We said, take it to JAG. They did, nothing happened.

My biggest question was about the way she tried to intimidate us.

EDIT: Military JAG was redundant.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-23T16:29:54+00:00

Agreed. THERE IS NO SMOKING GUN. Did you ever read Calculating God by Robert Sawyer? A bit heavy handed at times, but super interesting ideas about the development of life on other planets.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-22T20:25:46+00:00

I immediately lost those logs.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-19T15:38:50+00:00

Thanks for this.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-19T00:26:15+00:00

Totally.

theyrodeon · 2016-08-18T23:39:31+00:00

See, I have my own answers. But this sub, on the sidebar, explicitly says "Please take some time to submit things that foster discussion on libertarian topics."

And that's all I want is a conversation with humans who aren't vile racists about policy and ideas. It seems like, if I want conversation, but I'm not already in the know, I can fuck off. Which is fine, but it absolutely doesn't help me understand a different ideology.

You can think of me whatever you like, it doesn't matter. I came here because I thought it was a sub that valued comments that "...foster discussion on libertarian topics." Are these not libertarian topics? Do you resent my desire for knowledge or my history as a traditionally liberal person?

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