In 1977, when I was six, I sat in the Coronet theater on Geary Street in San Francisco. (The Coronet, a wonderful theater, was torn town some years ago to build retirement housing.) I remember the lights falling in the theater and the hubbub of the packed in crowd. We were up in the big expensive loge seats, and I remember my father's hulking body to one side of me and my mom's hand warm on my arm.
(Wow. This memory brings tears because it's so vivid.)
I remember being a little confused, but not scared. It was late at night for me, nearly past my normal bed time. We'd stood in the long long line outside the theater for a bit, and I hadn't at the time any idea what was going on. But now, sitting in the theater, I knew it was going to be something big. Really big.
Then all at once that thunderous crash of the symphony as the opening notes played at what seemed a deafening volume and the huge words 'STAR WARS' appeared on the screen. I could read okay for a 6-year-old at the time, and I could read the title. I had no real idea what it meant. My father then read to me all of the other words scrolling up the screen, many of the words having absolutely no meaning for me and adding to my confusion.
All quiet for a moment as the blackness turned to space. I knew space. I was something of a Trekkie by then and I liked space.
Then BAM! the rebel blockade runner crashes over the screen, firing and getting fired on by some as yet unseen force. And the enormous imperial star destroyer following it, guns blazing.
I didn't have the words to explain what I was feeling. It was awesome - more than my 6-year-old brain could handle. The sounds, the sight, the idea of something like that was unlike anything I'd ever imagined.
And all at once there were men with guns. They looked worried. I liked the guns, but I recognized the worry. Something bad was going to happen. I worried for them.
Then more blasting, weird scary guys in white with no faces were firing and climbing in to the ship, on to the screen, in to the theater, and guns were firing, people were shooting, the noise was deafening, and people were falling down injured, maybe dead. The fight seemed to go on for a long time (time seems oddly infirm when we're young).
And then the quiet.
A large black cloaked figure made his way on to the screen. The crowd immediately booed and hissed. I booed and hissed right along with them, and then asked my father who the figure was. He leaned down and told me it was the 'bad guy', he not yet knowing Vader's name. I booed and hissed louder.
The rest of the premier was a blur of excitement. It helped that I share a name with one of the main characters. Creatures, space ships, death star, fighting... I remember at the end nearly wetting myself and jumping up from my seat when the Death Star exploded. I think others did the same. It was an insane moment full of far more emotion than a 6-year-old can comprehend. I could not imagine what I was actually seeing.
After the movie I could talk of nothing else for months. I didn't see any part of the movie again for years, but it was permanently etched in to my brain. I had all the replay I needed right in my head. My friends and I fantasized about space travel and adventure a la Star Wars and it all seemed so wonderful. Until the Empire struck back.
These days I keep telling myself it's just a movie. It's just a thing I saw. It's just a story. And telling myself that never ever works.
My 6-year-old son watched Star Wars in the comfort of his own home on our big TV. The viewing size ratio is close to that of a theater. I turned down the lights and cranked up the volume (much to the annoyance of his mother). And I watched him twitch in anticipation for a moment.
Then BANG! that crash of symphony filled the room, and I watched my own 6-year-old jump in glee as he began his own adventure with what is certainly not just a story. And this time I got to lean over to him and explain who that black cloaked figure is. And now we talk for long moments about Star Wars and the following two movies (I spread out the adventure over a month or so) and he asks me to re-tell parts of the story every day. And I do. And we laugh and we speculate about the nature of the Star Wars world.
I worked for Verizon for about six months. Verizon is the most corrupt company I’ve ever experienced - inside and out. Lots of details on this but I’m drunk in a bar in Virginia City, so those will have to wait.
I think some men hire prostitutes because they (the men) are generally undesirable. However, I think more men hire prostitutes in order to avoid women’s general bullshit.
Presentation and skill are certainly part of it, but mostly a man is paying a prostitute to leave when they're done. A woman pays a prostitute to bolster her ego (assuming she even pays as there is a history of women refusing to pay male prostitutes after services have been rendered).
You're confusing humans with jews. And the only reason jews have risen in power is because White men gave women the right to a vote. Your understanding of history is faulty and needs to be reframed.
Oft times men feel they should be treated as kings because they're providing everything for a woman to live well. Safety, security, a home, money, food... All that. Traditionally, that's a man's role. Now, women have traditional roles as well, but in modern times, "modern feminism" (which is nothing more than jealousy of men reflected as hate), and social media have severely perverted women's views of relationships, making women think they're worth far more than they are. This upsets the balance between men and women, and now men are withdrawing from women and women are naturally freaking out about it.
The original video of that is out there and it’s decently long. She explains the whole thing. And sadly, she comes off as an entitled bitch. I’ve been through more years of marriage than she had by the time she made the video and I can say with 100% certainty she’s a massive narcissist.
SocksOnCats 1 point 3 days ago
That asshole in the video is a jew. I'd put good money on it.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 1 week ago
No, I wrote this some 11 years ago.
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SocksOnCats 4 points 1 week ago
In 1977, when I was six, I sat in the Coronet theater on Geary Street in San Francisco. (The Coronet, a wonderful theater, was torn town some years ago to build retirement housing.) I remember the lights falling in the theater and the hubbub of the packed in crowd. We were up in the big expensive loge seats, and I remember my father's hulking body to one side of me and my mom's hand warm on my arm.
(Wow. This memory brings tears because it's so vivid.)
I remember being a little confused, but not scared. It was late at night for me, nearly past my normal bed time. We'd stood in the long long line outside the theater for a bit, and I hadn't at the time any idea what was going on. But now, sitting in the theater, I knew it was going to be something big. Really big.
Then all at once that thunderous crash of the symphony as the opening notes played at what seemed a deafening volume and the huge words 'STAR WARS' appeared on the screen. I could read okay for a 6-year-old at the time, and I could read the title. I had no real idea what it meant. My father then read to me all of the other words scrolling up the screen, many of the words having absolutely no meaning for me and adding to my confusion.
All quiet for a moment as the blackness turned to space. I knew space. I was something of a Trekkie by then and I liked space.
Then BAM! the rebel blockade runner crashes over the screen, firing and getting fired on by some as yet unseen force. And the enormous imperial star destroyer following it, guns blazing.
I didn't have the words to explain what I was feeling. It was awesome - more than my 6-year-old brain could handle. The sounds, the sight, the idea of something like that was unlike anything I'd ever imagined.
And all at once there were men with guns. They looked worried. I liked the guns, but I recognized the worry. Something bad was going to happen. I worried for them.
Then more blasting, weird scary guys in white with no faces were firing and climbing in to the ship, on to the screen, in to the theater, and guns were firing, people were shooting, the noise was deafening, and people were falling down injured, maybe dead. The fight seemed to go on for a long time (time seems oddly infirm when we're young).
And then the quiet.
A large black cloaked figure made his way on to the screen. The crowd immediately booed and hissed. I booed and hissed right along with them, and then asked my father who the figure was. He leaned down and told me it was the 'bad guy', he not yet knowing Vader's name. I booed and hissed louder.
The rest of the premier was a blur of excitement. It helped that I share a name with one of the main characters. Creatures, space ships, death star, fighting... I remember at the end nearly wetting myself and jumping up from my seat when the Death Star exploded. I think others did the same. It was an insane moment full of far more emotion than a 6-year-old can comprehend. I could not imagine what I was actually seeing.
After the movie I could talk of nothing else for months. I didn't see any part of the movie again for years, but it was permanently etched in to my brain. I had all the replay I needed right in my head. My friends and I fantasized about space travel and adventure a la Star Wars and it all seemed so wonderful. Until the Empire struck back.
These days I keep telling myself it's just a movie. It's just a thing I saw. It's just a story. And telling myself that never ever works.
My 6-year-old son watched Star Wars in the comfort of his own home on our big TV. The viewing size ratio is close to that of a theater. I turned down the lights and cranked up the volume (much to the annoyance of his mother). And I watched him twitch in anticipation for a moment.
Then BANG! that crash of symphony filled the room, and I watched my own 6-year-old jump in glee as he began his own adventure with what is certainly not just a story. And this time I got to lean over to him and explain who that black cloaked figure is. And now we talk for long moments about Star Wars and the following two movies (I spread out the adventure over a month or so) and he asks me to re-tell parts of the story every day. And I do. And we laugh and we speculate about the nature of the Star Wars world.
And it's not just a story.
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SocksOnCats 3 points 1 week ago
I worked for Verizon for about six months. Verizon is the most corrupt company I’ve ever experienced - inside and out. Lots of details on this but I’m drunk in a bar in Virginia City, so those will have to wait.
Fuck Verizon.
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SocksOnCats 1 point 1 week ago
Funny.
Actually it was originally garlic. Popeye would sniff garlic and it would make him strong.
The spinach lobby paid to change it to spinach. Yes, really. I remember watching old Popeye cartoons in black and white of him sniffing spinach.
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SocksOnCats 5 points 1 week ago
Doesn’t seem like enough.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 1 week ago
Wat.
I didn’t even make it that far.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 2 weeks ago
Made in to a loop, that would be wonderful background music for a tavern.
Is there more of this from her?
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SocksOnCats 0 points 2 weeks ago
I think some men hire prostitutes because they (the men) are generally undesirable. However, I think more men hire prostitutes in order to avoid women’s general bullshit.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 2 weeks ago*
Presentation and skill are certainly part of it, but mostly a man is paying a prostitute to leave when they're done. A woman pays a prostitute to bolster her ego (assuming she even pays as there is a history of women refusing to pay male prostitutes after services have been rendered).
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SocksOnCats 0 points 2 weeks ago
Odd. From the user side I’m seeing a lot more votes and comments. I took that to mean an uptick in overall numbers.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 3 weeks ago
You're confusing humans with jews. And the only reason jews have risen in power is because White men gave women the right to a vote. Your understanding of history is faulty and needs to be reframed.
I think you and I could be friends.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 3 weeks ago
That text conversation is a perfect representation of the female brain.
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SocksOnCats 5 points 3 weeks ago
Note to self: Save the entirety of this site locally.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 3 weeks ago
Oft times men feel they should be treated as kings because they're providing everything for a woman to live well. Safety, security, a home, money, food... All that. Traditionally, that's a man's role. Now, women have traditional roles as well, but in modern times, "modern feminism" (which is nothing more than jealousy of men reflected as hate), and social media have severely perverted women's views of relationships, making women think they're worth far more than they are. This upsets the balance between men and women, and now men are withdrawing from women and women are naturally freaking out about it.
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SocksOnCats 0 points 3 weeks ago
Note to self: Good information here.
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SocksOnCats 1 point 3 weeks ago
Is there a point to this video?
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SocksOnCats 0 points 3 weeks ago
Ah, but why does that woman feel she deserves to be treated like a princess?
Methinks you haven't dug in to the issue deeply enough.
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SocksOnCats 1 point 3 weeks ago
#41: Don't make long videos when a short list will suffice.
TL;DW
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SocksOnCats 2 points 3 weeks ago
Wind chimes?
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SocksOnCats 4 points 3 weeks ago
I’d rather not.
But I can think of one thing I’d love to do with niggers.
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SocksOnCats 12 points 3 weeks ago
‘nigger’ is the issue.
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SocksOnCats 1 point 3 weeks ago
Honestly, why not both in the morning and at night? I can’t remember ever being so healthy as when I did that.
I should start doing that again.
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SocksOnCats 4 points 3 weeks ago
The original video of that is out there and it’s decently long. She explains the whole thing. And sadly, she comes off as an entitled bitch. I’ve been through more years of marriage than she had by the time she made the video and I can say with 100% certainty she’s a massive narcissist.
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SocksOnCats 1 point 3 weeks ago
The only people who use the phrase "simple as" are nigger females.
Don't be a nigger female.
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