A Serious Question for The Question...

[The Question]

Would you pay a 30% premium to not have to deal with stupid people?

e.g.: $100 for groceries that you could get for $66 at another store--only you'd have to deal with produce that rots before you get it home, 2 out of 11 check-stands open, bewildered shoppers blocking the lanes while on their phone to find out which mac&cheez to get, people who can't figure out how to pay for their order, and no one to bag so the checker stops after every shopper to bag.

Money's too tight, and stupid people too ubiquitous, for that to be anything other than an unaffordable luxury.

 

[jack]

Would you pay a 30% premium to not have to deal with stupid people?

e.g.: $100 for groceries that you could get for $66 at another store--only you'd have to deal with produce that rots before you get it home, 2 out of 11 check-stands open, bewildered shoppers blocking the lanes while on their phone to find out which mac&cheez to get, people who can't figure out how to pay for their order, and no one to bag so the checker stops after every shopper to bag.

Sounds like Costco.

 

[Volpone]

You're paddling a canoe down a historic river before it is dammed up and you realize you're hopelessly lost. Do you:
1) Pull over and ask those nice hillbillies for directions or
2) Smile and wave politely and then paddle like hell?

 

[The Question]

^^Reminds me of another thought experiment:

You dream that you're driving the luxury sports car you've always wanted to own. It handles beautifully. The bass purr of the engine, the sweet, perfect responsiveness of the machine, the smell of the premium leather interior, it's all perfectly vivid -- so vivid you forget that it's only a dream. From city streets, where you bask in the admiration of the other drivers and of the pedestrians who stare in awe at your beautiful, powerful car, to the wide open who-cares-about-speed-limits freedom of a desert highway, you couldn't be happier.

But it's up in the mountains, on tightly winding roads, that your perfect car truly shines, handling every curve with surgical precision, and at a higher rate of speed than even you ever believed it capable of -- it's almost like flying. But then... something goes wrong. The steering becomes weak, "mushy." You try to slow down... and the brake pedal provides no resistance at all -- your brakes are gone. You're headed down a steep grade toward a curve so tight that you know, instinctively, that you won't make it. You pump the brakes furiously -- to no avail. You try to steer a little toward the outside, hoping that if you can angle the turn just right, you might make it... but now the steering is completely unresponsive.

You're hurtling toward a 500 foot drop in a car with no steering, and no brakes. What do you do?!

Stop dreaming.

 

[Volpone]

Well shit, I found it back. Is it worthwhile to merge these threads?

 

[Volpone]

Is there anything wrong with doing karaoke and intentionally picking chick songs as a dude and singing them with unchanged lyrics unironically? Like "Shoop" by Salt N Pepa, or "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" by Shania Twain?

 

[Loktar]

Is there anything wrong with doing karaoke and intentionally picking chick songs as a dude and singing them with unchanged lyrics unironically? Like "Shoop" by Salt N Pepa, or "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" by Shania Twain?

Nope. Nothing wrong with that.

*starts singing Let It Go from the movie Frozen*

 

[Donovan]

^^Reminds me of another thought experiment:

You dream that you're driving the luxury sports car you've always wanted to own. It handles beautifully. The bass purr of the engine, the sweet, perfect responsiveness of the machine, the smell of the premium leather interior, it's all perfectly vivid -- so vivid you forget that it's only a dream. From city streets, where you bask in the admiration of the other drivers and of the pedestrians who stare in awe at your beautiful, powerful car, to the wide open who-cares-about-speed-limits freedom of a desert highway, you couldn't be happier.

But it's up in the mountains, on tightly winding roads, that your perfect car truly shines, handling every curve with surgical precision, and at a higher rate of speed than even you ever believed it capable of -- it's almost like flying. But then... something goes wrong. The steering becomes weak, "mushy." You try to slow down... and the brake pedal provides no resistance at all -- your brakes are gone. You're headed down a steep grade toward a curve so tight that you know, instinctively, that you won't make it. You pump the brakes furiously -- to no avail. You try to steer a little toward the outside, hoping that if you can angle the turn just right, you might make it... but now the steering is completely unresponsive.

You're hurtling toward a 500 foot drop in a car with no steering, and no brakes. What do you do?!

Stop dreaming.

Steer toward the wall. Unless you're straddling the very top of a hill, one side of the curvy road is a cliff wall or some other natural stop that will damage the car but not kill you. Failing that, throw the fucker in park. You'll rip the tyranny apart but again...not dead.

 

[jack]

Is there anything wrong with doing karaoke and intentionally picking chick songs as a dude and singing them with unchanged lyrics unironically? Like "Shoop" by Salt N Pepa, or "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" by Shania Twain?

That sounds awesome.

 

[Colonel Kira's Left Tit]

This is probably offtopic, but I do radio stuff as a hobby and a few years back this friend of mine in New Jersey lived near or above a karaoke bar, so he could pick up the signals (wireless mics) and he was streaming it all live. It was pretty abysmal, yet infinitely funny. So bad.

 

[Volpone]

Well since the topic is asking a banned member questions, it probably doesn't matter.

I was a karaoke MC briefly in college. It was interesting in those days, the regulars that had basically set lists and some would even get dressed up. On the other end of the spectrum I was at a karaoke night 10-15 years later in DC where the intent was to be intentionally bad and/or drunk. I dunno. I actually kinda enjoy the folks that take karaoke seriously.

I just realized The Blues Brothers did "Stand by Your Man" in the country bar in the movie, unironically.

 

[Volpone]

Is there anything wrong with doing karaoke and intentionally picking chick songs as a dude and singing them with unchanged lyrics unironically? Like "Shoop" by Salt N Pepa, or "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" by Shania Twain?

Dusty Springfield's "Son of a Preacher Man" FTW.

 

[jack]

Dusty Springfield's "Son of a Preacher Man" FTW.

I remember when that song first came out.

I'd travel and pay to see you perform that.

 

[Volpone]

"It's Raining Men."

 

[Volpone]

Bonnie Tyler, "I Need a Hero."

 

[Oerdin]

Did he ever get unbanned or is that permanent?

 

[jack]

He's done with TK either way, from what he's been saying at Bedlam.

But still, I think it's a permaban, although a couple of his duals seem to still be active ...

 

[jack]

He's done with TK either way, from what he's been saying at Bedlam.

But still, I think it's a permaban, although a couple of his duals seem to still be active ...

I love how when they ban they main, they forget about all the account's duals. Probably because despite the AQ they still don't really know.

Makes it rather "interesting".

 

[Oerdin]

He doesn't seem interested in using any of those accounts.

 

[jack]

He doesn't seem interested in using any of those accounts.

Oh I'm not so sure about that.