Holy crap! This is GOLDEN!

Can you imagine what this website would turn into if all probies had bronze crowns?


Besides, statistics show that most sifters who didn't have to work for their stars wouldn't appreciate them.

Sociologists complain that [imstellar28's] get-rich-quick appeal undermines the American work ethic and causes a rip in the fabric of our culture.

What with [sifter] satisfaction at an all-time low, we need something to buck this dispiriting trend. And that's where [NetRunner and Arvana] come in. Because [they] prove that just being a regular 9-to-5 slob may be the way to go, after all.

When will that fat slob get kicked off the air waves into the obscurity he so richly deserves?

>> ^thepinky:
I think that this is what I was trying to get at when I described sifters who complain and wait for someone else to fix their problems.

I'm quite late to the party but this line rang familiar for me. I'm slightly off topic here, but bear with me.

There used to be a group on myspace for people living in my county. A few years ago someone there said something (which I will get to in a moment) that I hear all the time, but for some reason I looked at it differently that day. I ended up getting into an argument with practically the entire group but I don't think any of them even understood my point.

The offending statement was "They need to [...]". I'm guessing most people, especially anyone from a rural area, have heard this.

"They need to open more stores."

"They need to give the kids something to do."

"They need to do something about all the litter."

To set off this battle, I simply asked, "They who?"

I went on to point out that WE are the ones who need to do these things. There's no entity in charge of starting local businesses or entertaining children and that nobody would need to be in charge of cleaning shit off the streets if people weren't irresponsible slobs.

The mentality I argued against is the same one you describe. People are oblivious to their own responsibilities as part of the system. They bitch about the system and what it does or doesn't do but don't even acknowledge their part in it. They just want it to benefit them with no effort on their part.

I wish I could say I took my new-found insight from that day and did something productive, but I haven't. I've given it some thought but I don't yet have the knowledge to take the lead on that sort of thing. It also happens that I don't have the complaints that a lot of people do, so the incentive isn't there for me to push big change in my town.

im in junior high with a b plus grade,
at the end of the day i don't hit the arcade,
I walk from school to my moms apartment,
I got to tell the sucaks everyday "don't start it",
cause where I'm at if your soft your lost,
to say on course means to roll with force,
a boy named Rob is chillin in a Benz,
in front of my building with the rest of his friends,
I give him a pound, oh i mean i shake his hand,
he's the neighborhood drug dealer, my man,
i go upstair and hug my mother,
kiss my sister, and punch my brother,
i sit down on my bed to watch some tv,
(machine gun fire) do my ears decieve me,
Nope, thats the fourth time this week,
another fast brother shot dead in the street,
the very next day while im off to class,
my moms goes to work cold busting her ass,
my sisters cute but she got no gear,
i got three pairs of pants and with my brother i share,
see there in school see i'm made a fool,
with one and a half pair of pant you aint cool,
but there's no dollars for nothing else,
i got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
every day i see my mother struggling,
now its time i've got to do something,
i look for work i get dissed like a jerk,
i do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
so here comes Rob hes cold and shivery,
he gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
i do it once, i do it twice,
now theres steak with the beans and rice,
my mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
my sister's gear now has sex appeal,
my brothers my partner and we're getting paper,
three months later we run our own caper,
my family's happy everything is new,
now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do,

money's flowing, everything is fine,
got myself an uzi and my brother a nine,
buisness is boomin' everything is cool,
i pull about a g a week fuck school,
a year goes by and i begin to grow,
not in height but juice and cash flow,
i pick up my feet and begin to watch tv,
cause now i got other people working for me,
i got a 55 inch television you know,
and every once in awhile i hear just say no,
or the other commercial i love,
is when they say, this is your brain on drugs,
i pick up my remote control and just turn,
cause with that bullshit im not concerned,
see me and my brother jump in the BM,
driving around our territory again,
i stop at the light like a superstar,
and automatic weapons cold sprayed my car,
i hit the accelerater scared as fuck,
and drove one block to find my brother was hit,
he wasn't dead but the blood was pouring,
and all i could think about was war and,
later i found that it was Rob and his crew,
now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do,

my brothers out of it, but i'm still in it,
on top of that im in it to win it,
i can't believe that Rob would diss me,
that faggot, that punk, he's soft a sissy,
i'm driving around now with three of my guys,
the war is on and i'm on the rise,
we rolled right up to his favorite hang out,
said hello and then the bullets rang out,
some fired back so we took cover,
and all i could think about was my brother,
Rob jumped up and began to run,
busting shots hoping to hit someone,
so I just stopped, and let off three shots,
two hit him and one hit a cop,
I threw the gun down and began to shout,
come on I got him it's time to break out,
but as we ran there were the boys in blue,
pointing their guns at my four man crew,
they shot down one, they shot down two,
now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do,

(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
(love loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
(love loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna getyou),
(loves gonna get you)
(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)(loves gonna get you)
(love loves gonna get you)
ya know a lot of people believe that that word Love is real soft,but when
you use it in your vocabulary like your addicted to it it sneaksright up
and takes you right out. out. out. out. out.
So, for future reference remember it's alright to like or want amaterial
item, but when you fall in love with it and you start schemingand carrying
on for it, just remember, it's gonna get'cha

"Simplicity is difficult."

"The dust of space
gathers in strange ways."
- rougy

*****

"Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy."

"...the enemy of man is man."

"The Way is near, but men seek it afar. It is in easy things, but men seek it in difficult things."
- Henry Miller

*****

"The only time I believe in God is when I think of that fat slob. God must be keeping score on bastards like that. Otherwise nothing makes any sense."
- Michener, Sayonara

yep, 2 girls where i work are preggers but you'd never know it, they just look like their normal fat slob selves.

When we train dogs to wear badges and wear sidearms, then maybe some of those guards will realize they've been fighting on the wrong side, because their services will no longer be needed and they'll be working class slobs same as the rest of us.

A dog will work for less money than a man.

Hannity, O'Reilly, Beck, Savage...badges...you all know who butters your bread.

You're establishment muscle, and you fucking know it.

>> ^videosiftbannedme:
Ugh. When Michael Moore started out (Roger and Me) he was actually entertaining. But now he's just as bad as Rush Limbaugh, O'Reilly, Olbermann, et al. in that they make money off bitching about stuff you already know. They're nothing more than a mouthpiece. What people will pay for validation and acceptance in today's society is beyond me.
I'm tired of living in this constantly-complaining one upmanship horse shit. I can't wait till we evolve out of the tribal mentality; although I sadly suspect we never will.



Let's see here

1- Bowling For Columbine - Yeah, fuck that movie. Who gives a fuck about some kids blowing the fuck out of their classmates with bullets they bought from K-Mart. That's bullshit. Kids should be able to just blow the fuck out of eachother and not have some stupid movie made about them

2- Farenheit 9/11 - Yeah, who cares about the Supreme Court ruling for GWB to steal the 2000 election, and then bringing the country into hell for eight years! Our political leaders should be able to steal whatever election they want without some fatass making a movie about them

3- Sicko - Yeah, who cares that the richest country on the planet can't provide health care for its citizens! I mean, fuck the UK and Sweden and Canada. Maybe if they stopped giving a shit about using taxes for something other than blowing the fuck out of other countries, they'd be rich like the USA too!!

4- (Untitled Wall Street Doc) - Yeah, who cares that a small group of ruling-class assholes have brought the global economy to its knees! Corrupt politicians and Wall Street execs should be able to take every last penny without having some fat fuck make a movie about them!

5 - The Big One - Yeah, who cares that the biggest corporations on earth fuck the common laborer in the ass, rape them of their health care and retirement benefits, destroy the environment and then close their plants and ship all their jobs overseas. Corporations should be able to do whatever they want without some fat slob making a movie about them!!



Yeah, just like Bill O'Reilly

...or we could ask industry to stop being filthy, selfish slobs.

Why does the GOP bow to a fat, lying, opportunistic slob for their guidance?

Because he justifies their ignorance and bigotry.

Sorry, old timer. There are a lot of people who have never been inside a library. They watch afternoon TV and collect checks from the city, state and feds. The people buying these slobs' votes make no distinction between them and people trying to find work.

The wealth must be spread around you see, and so your library is gone.

Isobel (4 y/o) and Frankenbutt (7 m/o). Isobel is named after the Bjork song, and Frankie because a Raccoon attacked him as sa stray two week old kitten. We got him to the vet and they shaved him, amputated his nerve damaged tail, and stitched him up. His butt resembled Frankenstein, so that became his name. Issy was from an adoption service and Frankie was a stray.

My avatar is Frankie, Issy's avatar is... well... Issy.

Issy is an independent, fastidious, immaculate, cat, of discerning taste. She loves to play fetch and horde huge amounts of bottle caps in secret nooks and crannies around the house. She will also topple any empty plastic bottle she encounters.

Frankie is a cuddler and tireless rascal, constantly pouncing on Issy, whether she is in the mood or not. He is very skiddish of strangers and certain types of noises. He is also a bit of a slob, leaving a trail of cat food and kitty litter wherever he goes. He loves to be picked up and will stay on your lap for quite a long time purring, and giving generous amounts of kitty kisses.

http://www.videosift.com/video/The-REAL-Issykitty-other-Issykitties-are-just-imitating and http://www.videosift.com/video/I-Love-My-Cat are my favorite cat vids.

In reply to this comment by joedirt:
...This fat slob cat (i know it's the fur, or big boned) sits lounging on his back on pillows and eats at the table. - I think it looks like Wilford Brimley

It's been sifted:
http://www.videosift.com/video/Wilford-Brimley-Kitteh-Eats-Din-Din

Awesome. Thanks for translation.

By the way check out the YT channel for this. This fat slob cat (i know it's the fur, or big boned) sits lounging on his back on pillows and eats at the table.

I think it looks like Wilford Brimley

>> ^spoco2:
Oh that was hilarious.
Is it bad that I noticed that he was a bit of a slob in that he didn't have any quilt cover on his quilt?
Anyone else?
No?
Just anal retentive me then?
Righto.


No no, I noticed too! Also, he doesn't seem to have a sheet on the bed, just a blanket or something underneath him. Perhaps it was laundry day and the stuff wasn't dry yet?

I would also suggest he tries sleeping without his watch on - whenever I'm wearing mine in bed I never sleep well. Clearly that's going to be more disturbing than the cat....