So from what I've experianced - everyone wants to bang.
I initially kept Sam Coe around because he's handy with a gun and I was waiting to meet Andreja. But I swear the entire time he was giving me the fuck me eyes and I'm like no dude thats not cool lets just be friends and then I go to Barret later and he's like "Oh I'm so lonely" and I'm like then start a dating profile I am not an option and then Sarahs like "Hey BTW I'm single but I have these issues" and I'm like NON OF THIS IS APPROPRIATE FOR THE WORK PLACE.
They are everywhere. I'm a microplastic and think its too much.
I... didn't enjoy this one. Two white dudes fussing over their reputation across three hours of meetings. In a non-linear style.
The biggest issue I have with it is myself. I wanted a story about problem solving, in this case building, testing and deploying the first nuclear weapon before the nazis and I didn't get it.
I know I should review a film for what it is trying to be and not what I want it to be but I just couldn't with Oppenheimer. It felt like it was trying too hard to subvert expectations and keep me engaged with a lame duck parlor trick, and it could have been so much better.
No issues with the acting, cinematography though.
Hello Metal Detectors perhaps you can help me: I'm into all sorts of music and I've listened to modern day metal.
What confuses me is that Led Zeppelin has also been described as Metal and Heavy Metal. I listened to Led Zeppelin 4 and it has accoustic folk songs on it.
So I guess my question is when did todays metal start to sound like metal? Is there any connective tissue with Metal in the late '60s / early '70s and now?
Maybe I'M a serial killer.... of breakfast cereals that is!
My biggest concern is that Memes are the most prevalent content in Lemmy. Its like I'm back on 9gag in the mid-2000s.
Oh yeah cats are cute. But then they shed. Nothing is safe. I took my cat home from the vet once, it was a hot day, I rolled the windows down to let the heat out and started driving. Snowy sat inside his basket thing, loving the feeling of the wind blow, meanwhile a blizzard of loose fur filled the car. I should be the one at fault, but somehow it felt like it was his plan all along, revenge for going to the vets. Cats know. They always know...
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”
So plastic is made from oil, right? And oil is made from Dinosaurs. So we're just surrounded by Dinosaurs. Even micro-Dino's.
Is this their revenge?