>> ^Selektaa:
A while ago, I was expecting a package from UPS. I checked the tracking number at work, and it said it had been delivered. "Sweet," I think, and go about my day. When I get home a few hours later, there's no package to be found. I double check the tracking number, and sure enough, it says it was delivered that afternoon.
I call up my friend who works at UPS and has access to their computer system, and ask her to track it down for me. She says the system says that the package was delivered to the back door. WTF? I live in an apartment with one bedroom, and one door. She tells me to check my balcony, and sure enough, the box is sitting up there.
The driver had tossed the box ten feet up, over my balcony railing, leaving it at my "back door". Thankfully it was just a bunch of shirts, so nothing was harmed, but seriously, WTF?

I was reading this post and half expected to see my name at the bottom.
Got home one day and a FedEx label was in my door. "Drat, I missed them," I thought, expecting I'd have to drive across town to pick up my print server, but it said "delivered - balcony". I lived in a third floor apartment, and the package had been tossed from the stairwell, 10 feet up over the railing and onto the balcony.

I was flabbergasted, to the point where I took a few photos of the scene.

A while ago, I was expecting a package from UPS. I checked the tracking number at work, and it said it had been delivered. "Sweet," I think, and go about my day. When I get home a few hours later, there's no package to be found. I double check the tracking number, and sure enough, it says it was delivered that afternoon.

I call up my friend who works at UPS and has access to their computer system, and ask her to track it down for me. She says the system says that the package was delivered to the back door. WTF? I live in an apartment with one bedroom, and one door. She tells me to check my balcony, and sure enough, the box is sitting up there.

The driver had tossed the box ten feet up, over my balcony railing, leaving it at my "back door". Thankfully it was just a bunch of shirts, so nothing was harmed, but seriously, WTF?

I was already impressed, but the one man choir is what really made me sit up and go "daaaaaamn".

Sitting up and *begging...

Imagine a zebra doing that... wow. That'd be like, whoa.

Man, I'm hungry. This textbox is crooked. No wait, I'm not sitting up straight. But colors, man, they rock.

also what's not a comedy is some of the goofs at these off-budget agencies sit up all night and day thinking up responses to an Astral Plane invasion from Cthulhu (cuz that's where he/she/it lives you know), the 28 Days Later zombies, and re-discovery of the Ark of the Covenant.

WOLVERINES!

Any gas would have been expelled during the sit ups. That was no fart.

This scene was the only one out of any game ive ever played that made me sit up and go "ohh no....noooo...no wtf ?? WTF!??? NOOOO!!!"

Needs a *dark tag.

my mom used to call me ugly when she was mad at me...

...so I became a male underwear model to prove I'm not.

I'll be back, gotta go do some sit-ups.

This is a whole bunch of wankery. Just do some sit-ups, try to get some cardio a few times a week, and don't eat like a pig.

I am a bit dubious about this. I've been kicked in the pelvis at least a couple of times in training, which would've been a lot harder than the guy's palm. It can hurt, sure, because your muscles are not really worked on as much in the lower abdomen (i.e. sit-ups tend to strengthen the upper abdomen). But, I've not heard of someone being crippled by a blow here, or there would be certainly fewer students in my class.

I'll try to find out more about this and if it is possible... but in any case, I wouldn't recommend relying on any single strike to disable an attacker. Headbutts to the face, elbows, hammer-fisted strikes are quite strong and don't require the ability to punch with your knuckles. The point is to go hard and keep at it, since even a kick to the groin may not necessarily drop a guy if he's pissed off enough.

You're v. welcome.

While walking home from work today I saw someone had put an old external telephone modem and a dot matrix printer on the curb for garbage collection / recycling.

The thought occurred to me to take the gear with me to make some beautiful music. Then I remembered that I decided NOT to go into *engineering so I wouldn't end up knowing how to do much good with 20 year old electronics using my precious IT audit skillz.

This, I note, is a definite contender for top 15-age.

Such awesome videos get unfortunately overlooked, but I think people are sitting up and taking notice of the incredible work someone did here.

This werewolf's gonna' sit up and *beg for a treat!

CaptainPlanet420, I won't sit up here and skewer you like the rest. I know when someone is ribbing us, and that appears to be what you're doing. You're going to be labeled the Andy Kaufman of the VideoSift if you keep it up.

I don't care for bigots, personally. I don't like it when someone labels someone with intended malice. I'd love for all of us to coexist without hate in our hearts. But, what a terrible world it would be if all of our good words like queer, fag and homo were taken away from us because we were afraid of bigots using them. Sometimes the use of those words isn't necessarily meant to be hate speech. They're perfectly good words.

Amazing scene. The camera work and pacing throughout this film actually set me on edge, and this is the first time in a long time I've literally gripped the armrest with sweaty hands. (and I don't just mean during the sex scene, buhdum tsh)

*spoilers*

So this scene is the only one that doesn't fit into what I accept as the most reasonable interpretation of this film. Well it sort of does, in that it serves to set up the "you're in both dreams" bit, and to introduce scary-face man.

The interpretation I speak of was passed onto me just now after having seen it for the first time: the second half is the reality, evidenced by the real-world look, especially the lack of makeup and Diane's inability to maintain her fantasies (that's some really difficult acting that Naomi Watts did incredibly in). The first half is dream world, perhaps created out of a subconscious desire to reverse roles and put Diane in the position of power, whereby all the faces and aspects seen during that traumatic revelation at the party are pieced into logic by the dream-brain. Thus, the ever-presence of makeup (even after a shower) in the first half, as well as Naomi's overdone bubbly acting and Nancy Drew shenanigans. The extremely odd behaviour in the director's meeting could be a representation of Diane's resentment and imaginings of how the filmmaking executive world.

Also I was reminded of the beginning, in which we see Diane's perspective as she falls onto that pillow (presumably right after suicide), and thus came the inference that the first half occurs between the time she pulls the trigger and the time her brain shuts off.

Finally, in the Club Silencio, we (including Diane) are being reminded that it is all an illusion. The colour blue makes another dramatic appearance, popping in contrast to the black and red everywhere else. During the thunderstorm, Diane begins to convulse, which immediately reminded me (even though at the time I had no idea) of the waking convulsions that I get and I know some others get on occasion, especially when falling asleep sitting up.

As an afterthought, I don't know where the old people came from, and that last scene there scared the bejeezus out of me.

I realize that all of this is probably on some forum or site somewhere, but I just got home from seeing the movie and had to sort it out somewhere.