Man, this reminds me of when I did this in my twenties.

Note to self: go travelling again.

There's never not a moment that goes by during my day where I don't have a song in my head.

Right now I can't get the song "Stressed Out" by Twenty One Pilots out of my ear hole. It's wedged in pretty deep. It'll probably be there when I wake up in the morning, too, I'm guessing.

Not a downvote spree, I watch these videos on other sites and come here and see them after already watching them and I vote on them, call it what you want but I have viewed the video and voted accordingly. So if it seems that boneremake downvoted a video and twenty seconds later another, your sure to saint judith's titties I have watched them and I am expressing my voting abilities to their extent.

I apologize when I mean it, people saying sorry over stupid little trivial shit like that is not my style, your feelings are not my concern, they are a your problem not a my problem. Yes I am an asshole and my words are blabbering of a jack ass, totally well aware of that.

You auta try out reddit.com, my account goes from -80 downvotes to +220 in a couple hours. One lil vote down your submission of a video someone else made shouldn't be much of a concern to you, yet it always seems to be.

Even got the timing perfect. Four seconds of actual stupid plot expanded to twenty minutes of show.

Basically, Samwell Tarly but twenty years younger.

Well, I've got a beard not dissimilar to the guy in the video. I've known my wife since I was fourteen ad only really started growing a beard well into my twenties so she's definitely seen me without it.

She prefers me with 'designer stubble' rather than a beard, but it's just a case of her rather I have the stubble, not that she doesn't love me any more or any bollox like that. Physical appearance isn't irrelevant but it's definitely not important I didn't marry her for how she looks and she has her hair how she likes it and I have mine how I like it.

I married a woman I love for who she is, not for what she looks like and vice versa. I don't know why anyone would marry someone if them changing their hair style would be enough to stop loving them. That's not love, not even close.

My beard is staying, because I like it. Even though my wife would rather it was just stubble. Besides, I hear that men who shave their beards also shave their vaginas...

Two years ago I shaved for the first time in nearly twenty years for movember (grow a moustache for cancer fundraiser)

No one knew me, my wife hated it and I freaked myself out every time I looked in a mirror. I grew it back as soon as I could.

*dead

Didn't know this existed twenty seconds ago and NOW I CAN'T WATCH IT.

Remember Howard Stern's movie "Private Parts"? a quote:
Researcher: The average radio listener listens for eighteen minutes a day. The average Howard Stern fan listens for - are you ready for this? - an hour and twenty minutes.
Pig Vomit: How could this be?
Researcher: Answer most commonly given: "I want to see what he'll say next."

Maybe Trump has the same thing going for him. He's crazy enough and ego-inflated enough to serve the "Ross Perot" or "Ralph Nader" role in losing the election for his party.

I'm all in favor of that, as someone who would tend to agree with a lot of the foundation principles of the Republican party, like "small government" and "fiscal conservatism". The problem is that the modern Republican party has exchanged those "foundation principles" with batshit crazy counterparts. It needs to go ahead and implode already to let some measure of sanity back in.

They came up with plenty of ideas and concepts, if you were to believe them. But none of it can be turned into legislation as that would be a unilateral act, and unilateral acts are a red line for the Troika. Meanwhile, the Troika insists on a comprehensive plan and opposes any form of piecemeal reform, so they can't even get an agreement on things they agree upon.

Again, that's what Varoufakis says. Maybe he's full of shit, maybe they all are.

Like you said, a fresh round of muddling through might be what's ahead of us. Should things go sour instead, it truly would be an epic fuck-up. Some twenty years down the road, historians will probably do their best Rocco impressions when looking at this mess.

Today, some eight months after the fact, I noticed that someone uploaded a fairly high quality version of one of my all time favorite videos.

Nearly twenty years of dependence on a VHS rip have finally come to an end.

Not sure it would go that far, but the animals would certainly be seized and placed into quarantine.
The minister was being a prick about it but you really shouldn't fuck with Australian Quarantine law. Depp was being highly irresponsible in the way he brought his dogs into the country.

Barnaby Joyce,
is that the Chattanooga choo choo?
Track twenty nine,
boy you can give me a shine...

If God doesn't give you any revelation of His existence then the scripture is broken and you would have an excuse when you stand before Him. I would be the first to say that this is unfair. However, we're all human beings and I know that people willfully reject God. Not only from my own personal experience, but the bible itself is littered with accounts of people who know better and fall into rebellion against God.

God has made the truth of these things so clear to me, and I believe He is faithful to do the same for you. If God sent Jesus to die on the cross for you and me, He is faithful to let us how we should respond to that.

I think it's clear that an infinite being suffering an infinite punishment is infinitely worse than a finite being suffering an infinite punishment. The finite being has a finite experience, eternally or not. Adding up everyone who ever lived, it is still only a finite experience of suffering, whereas the infinite being has an infinite experience of suffering. Qualitatively, an eternity of suffering of a number of finite beings does not equal even a moment of suffering of an infinite being. Whether you think that is debatable or or not, God the Father considered the sacrifice greater than the punishment, and that is what counts.

Jesus was doing what His Father wanted Him to do, which was to reconcile the human race to Himself, who are alienated from God and spiritually dead because of sin. As far as whether the sayings of Jesus are authentic, we have the manuscripts to prove that they were not made up over a period of centuries or even decades. We have around twenty five thousand manuscripts of the NT alone, which is about 24 thousand more manuscripts than any other ancient text. We have manuscript evidence even going back to the first century, and using all of the manuscripts there is a science called textual criticism that can reconstruct what was in the original manuscripts from that pool of evidence. The idea that the bible is patched together from centuries of retranslations and additions is demonstratably false.

Even if we didn't have any manuscripts, from the writings of the early church fathers alone we could reconstruct the entire bible except for 7 verses in the first 250 years. Even before that, we have the prophetic writings from the Old Testament which show that Jesus did exactly what He was prophesied to do. He did not speak anything different than what had been written thousands of years in advance. If you understand the bible as you a whole, you will see it is one story and it is all saying the same thing. The fact of its internal consistency, considering it was authored by 40 people over a period of 3000 years is another proof of its authenticity.

There are many reasons to believe Jesus is the Christ, but the biggest one is Gods personal revelation, which He is faithful to give to you. If you want to know whether Jesus is the Messiah, simply pray and ask. If He isn't, you've wasted a couple of minutes. If He is, you are avoiding an eternal consequence. God bless!

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"

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Ah, this video would have been nice twenty years ago when I had a week long nerd argument with someone about the nature of wizards. I insisted they were like the Olympians and were basically the demi-gods of Middle Earth while my opponent was convinced they were men, citing Gandalf's apparent focus on men and hobbits. I had to trawl through a bunch of JRR and Christopher's material to win that argument - a 4 minute video may have saved me some stress!

Like JRR, I haven't been able to finish the Silmarillion (managed the first two parts only), though I did enjoy The Music of the Ainur as one of the coolest creation stories I've come across.