German-American culture was heavily downplayed, in the 20th century… for some reason.

Honestly it’d taken a huge hit before either war. New York City’s wealthy German families had an annual cruise together. One year, the boat sank.

Well, they have to share the gun.

True? False? You still heard it here, first!

The man who sleeps with a battery of nipple guns is a fool every night but one.

I once saw a car make a slow left turn, and both its right-side hubcaps kept going straight.

Herr Colonel Heinrich Gesundheit.

“We’re forced to!”

Are you against that?

You spent a shitload of money, scheming to reshape American democracy. Was a single penny spent toward untying your tortured hands?

Do any of these assholes ever address this, as anything besides an excuse for their individual evils?

And you can’t imagine any relation between a movie being good and who’s in it.

Oh, like how isekai was invented by Mark Twain.

These light-novel titles get weirder every year.

“Oh thank god, we’re off this rustbucket.”

Narrator: And then it got worse.

The worst, for either career, is working out that it has to be this awful. Like there’s an obvious right way, and that doesn’t work because of some aggravating circumstance, and the simple workaround wouldn’t fit the use-case, and properly doing what’s necessary would be hideously inefficient… so… bodge.

Clunk clunk get it done.

Well. “HD.”

Disruption always works this way.

VHS let people watch a movie at home, whenever they wanted, but they had to buy that specific movie and put up with their dinky 20" TV. If you wanted serious sound or scale, you either paid five whole bucks at the local theater, or left your whole wallet at Circuit City. And even the best home experiences were standard-def. Film was not threatened by mere video.

DVDs made buying movies a lot cheaper, largely because they cost a penny to make, so studios could print a million copies just in case and shrug off any losses. If you wanted to see this year’s releases, this year, you went to the big theater at the mall. It still beat your enormous 32" plasma in glorious 720p. Theaters got to be fancy and focus on the popular hits.

Streaming was like-- you want me to buy a subscription to watch an old movie? If I’m gonna use the internet, Kazaa is right there. Okay fine, adapting VGA to component video sucks, and this 40" set finally has more pixels than my monitor. Oh wow, that cartoon’s on here? I haven’t seen this in a decade. And movies wait like three months. I can watch The Office again until that’s available. Driving outside town to pay thirty bucks a head at the megagigadodecaplex is only worthwhile for hot new things, like superhero movies. Theaters better step up their game to beat my couch and a stiff drink.

There was a moment.

There was a moment, where they might’ve turned this around. As Netflix was being cannibalized by assholes splintering off their little fiefdoms, the major competing theater companies could have seen the pattern. Disruption always works this way. Your low end slips away, letting you focus on better quality with higher margins. Then your midrange slips away, and you’re a luxury! Then your whole industry dies. What might’ve saved it was pushing back toward small local theaters. You only have to beat 70" screens and decent stereo. People still don’t bother with surround sound, and even a modest projection screen beats the most obscenely large television.

The global respiratory plague put a hard cutoff on how late that might’ve worked. It was probably screwed, long beforehand. Theaters are over. Move on.

‘This person’s not allowed to do the right thing, because he was born wrong.’

Uh huh.

CGP Grey makes him out to be a drama whore in general.

Ballpark $300 per go, typically ~10,000 ft, internet says that’s 30 seconds of freefall… I think you can get a dollar’s worth of skydiving by rolling out of bed the wrong way.

It reads as WLW… asexual… guy from Penny Arcade.

A drunk idiot drove across several driveways to park on someone else’s lawn. Door hanging open, yelling at the car to stop.

The ambulance showed up because he could not be trusted to operate his own legs.

Firetrucks follow their own logic which I do not question.

Recently tried identifying a car parked on my neighbor’s front lawn, looking out the window. Even with the lights from the police, the firetruck, and the ambulance, I could not say anything about the make or model besides “it’s a crossover.” They’re all the same four-door potato.