The password is “girlfriend”.

I can’t let you do that, Dave.

Russel wasn’t lying. He fucked around and he found out.

Same place where I was when the chicken.

Which is the same place where I was when the egg.

Which is the same place where I was when the chicken.

Which is the same place where I was when…

I don’t know which pisses me off more: that they’re threatening a little kid or that they’re doing so in Comic Fucking Sans.

Just when I thought Lemmy was over the trend of talking about stroganoff.

Well, I think a lot of people who are against gay marriage are also against Sesame Street, so I guess at least it’s consistent to some extent.

Is this loss?

I smell axe and hear grinding.

Two episodes at the same time. That’s what you have two eyes for. It’s simple.

I feel you. I’ve always preferred subs. There’s just so much missing in the dubs. The tone of voice and such never translates for some reason. (I’m not sure it has to be that way. If the voice actors just… did a better job of preserving how the original language emoted, and the people overseeing them let them do a better job, then I’d imagine dubs could be fine.)

I’m really into Critical Role lately and all of the folks on Critical Role are voice actors, and most of them do a lot of anime. Liam O’Brien voiced Gaara in the English dubbed Naruto, for instance. And I feel a little bad because I consider myself to be fans of all the Critical Role folks, and I love the voices they use in Critical Role, but god I can’t stand dubbed anime. Even roles they play. Given that they’re great in Critical Role and terrible in anime, I have to imagine there’s some reason out of their control why dubs just can’t be “good”.

The other thing about all this. I don’t tend to “just” watch anime these days. I put anime on while I’m doing other things. But I can’t read subs and do other things at the same time. The result of all that is mostly that I watch less anime than I used to. I spend more of my time watching stuff that is natively in English that I can most-listen-to and glance at every few minutes. (Like Critical Role. Sorry, I didn’t mean this post to end up being an ad for Critical Role. Lol.)

But when I watch anime, I still watch it subbed because I can’t stand dubs.

Speaking of which, it’s high time I watch some anime. (But I can’t right now because I’m trying to at least finish campaign 2 of… wait for it… Critical Role before they start campaign 4.)

Protagonist of the NES game “Star Tropics” (and its equally-underrated sequel “Star Tropics: Zoda’s Revenge”.) The picture above is displayed at the end of the credits after beating the (first) game.

I’m disappointed they don’t have Mike Jones taking bananas out of his ears:

Just a suggestion, but you might want to update the lemm.ee community’s sidebar to say the community has moved and link to the new one. The “!Nerdcore@lemmy.zip” syntax should work just fine in the sidebar as well.

It’s just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad.

(Edited to link the song. I figured some folks would get the reference.)

(I was joking. I don’t think they’d actually ban you for not using “rule” in the title. I think the first 196 community, wherever it was, probably did actually take action for missing “rule” in the title, but I don’t know that that’s the case for this specific 196 community.)

No “rule” in title = b&

I’m not sure I’ve ever worn a pair of pants that didn’t do that. That’s just something pants do. To the point that nobody is going to see that and think you’ve got a boner. (Unless you do, of course, but even then probably only if you’re in a position that wouldn’t ordinarily produce that wrinkle/bulge or your boner is visible in a different spot than that wrinkle/bulge or something.) I wouldn’t worry about it. Even if you do some fancy tailoring to address it, I think what you’ll end up with will look worse than it would if you did nothing.

Looks like if Banner half-assed a Donald Trump trap. Only thing it’s missing is a “hamburders here” sign.

As he stands unresponsive you close your trunk and pull away. The tatters of his mind don’t even wonder if it was real or imagined. It matters not.

He seeks solice in drink and shortly thereafter narcotics, but no anesthetic suffices. Even unconsciousness provides no escape from the grip of that of which he should never have known.

Perhaps not even death will.