Do what I do: post a music video almost daily. Only way to counter act all the shitty things posted there on a daily basis is to post something good. Although my page has some amazingly stupid shit getting posted. Dudes are trying to get all political and at the same time send me messages for farmville and other shitty games. It just makes you want to shake your head and post RockB gifs.
A girl on my feed uploaded her exact jogging route. It’s almost if she hasn’t seen Criminal Minds, ever. Do those on FB have a person on their friend list that they know they should delete because the shit they post is just aweful, but can because they post the most hilariously terrible nonsense ever? This girl on mine is the most hideous troll thing ever and she uploads a dozen pics a week with the same “smile” although it’s clearly more of a frown, and has seemingly scheduled fights on her own statuses carried on in the most insane keyboard shorthand with people who REALLY shouldn’t be having public conversations.
You’d never carry a government mandated tracking device, but you’ll carry a phone. But, with the way society has evolved, you kind of have to in order to be a part of the social experience. You don’t need a smart phone. You can buy disposable dollar store phones every couple of weeks I guess, but that would be entirely too cumbersome.
Hell, even SRK is kind of like Facebook for some people. I post all kinds of stuff about my personal life here, much like the rest of you, and its cataloged here for however long.
lol are you asking for sound financial logic, from DC and WB?
And a lot of people treat facebook like it’s their own personal website. I post occasional humourous things there, but I fucking lose my shit when I see somebody who posts random lyrics from a song every 12 minutes, followed by 60000000 of those greeting card pictures with bits of ‘wisdom’ on them, then a video for a song nobody gives two shits about or probably hears 500 times a day, then finishes it all off with a post so pointless and bad that if it was posted here it would make Valaris’ head explode and the head chunks would hit his keyboard in the right manner to cause a banning
Man, I rarely post personal stuff about myself. Every now and again I will get weak and post something personal but that only happens every once in a while.
Yoga pants are cool and all, but I feel obligated to remind you that they stretch. Which means they fit people of different sizes, some not ideally suited to wearing yoga pants.
It’s not even about that. Its just that I can type my name into google, find a ton of info about me, find out common screen names, find posts here, find posts on Steam forums, etc etc etc.
If I was a cop I could even get a search warrant to obtain data from Google to see where I have gone, every call I have made, text, download, purchase… everything.
Aren’t you glad you have an unique name? For some reason my name has quadrupled its online presence in the internet in the last couple of months. Used to be that it would be a really early hit on google; not it doesn’t even show my facebook profile until page 7. Hell yeah hiding in plain site.
I deactivated my fb for multiple reasons, but this being one of the more important ones (I tried to find info on myself after, couldn’t find jack shit aside from a twitter that has 0 information)
The other reason being that all people do on fb is bitch and cry about their lives, and preach to others
SRK bitching is different, at least most people here provide something to discuss. There are exceptions of course but, even then it’s nowhere near as bad
It would have been a distraction in the movie, but it works in the book. The hardboiled narration is one of the things that sets it apart from other comics and makes it come across more as a crime novel. Maybe it’s redundant in terms of delivering plot information, but that isn’t the point.
Removing the narration is a good choice for the movie–not because the narration was bad in the first place, but because what works in one medium doesn’t necessarily work in another.
I don’t even know how to respond to something that mentions “cutting the bullshit” from the story of Dark Knight Returns. It’s like…what common ground do I have left with which to engage communication with this person?
“Man, Picasso is such a great artist.”
“Yeah, I’m not into, like…paint.”
I’ve recently noticed just how conceited my mother is. I went to her house and noticed that she has framed pictures of herself in the living room. And they’re not special photos, just like camera phone shots of her in the kitchen. Who does that shit?