Frank

Seeing as my hair is black, I need to shave quite regularly. I've always been pretty hairy and I think I have needed to shave since I was like 12. Oh yeah, I'm a man Despite having a lot of hair, I have a strange lack of hair under my arm-pits, which I always found strange. For those who wax/shave/pick hairs from their groin...could I ask WHY!?!?! Why would ye want to look like a bunch of 5 year olds? Hairy groins is where it's at!!

How could you have forgotten one of the best cartoon intros ever!? This may not be a proper cartoon but I'm going to post it anyway because that's how great it is. I also love this thread, X-Men ftw!

I'm so glad that I am not feeling this at the moment. I despise the feeling of being attracted to someone who probably doesn't even notice you, and visa versa (Sounds quite cheesy but it's true) I'm still very un-experienced in this subject, as I've never had a relationship before. Also whenever I'm attracted to someone I tend to get way too obsessed with them and think about them all the time. I guess c'est la vie! It all helps us to grow up and mature in life. Still, it's quite awkward when you're gay in a small village, as they are very few if any choices or possible chances of getting in a relationship.

Surprised that some people here wash their hair every day. Mine is much better when it is slightly greasy, but not in a disgusting way. For the past few years, I have had my hair slightly long and emo-ish. It is also naturally jet black. But this year decided to get it cut short-ish. Which actually happened by accident as the hairdresser cut off more than I asked but luckily it looks better ^_^ Now, I have the fringe off my face and stuck up. I'm so glad that I found a nice haircut because usually when I get my haircut people just call me "egg-head" :'( I think it kinda looks like this... Oh btw, Eddage, you look strikingly similar to David Beckham o.O

Oh, if we are still suggesting movies then I would 100% recommend the movie "What's love got to do with it?" I won't spoil anything but it's the movie about Tina Turner and her relationship with Ike Turner. Absolutely amazing film, with great acting and brilliant music to back it all up. Definitely one of my favorite movies.

I've always found it funny that the vast majority of people assume that aliens, if they do exist, are mush more advanced than us. For all we know, they could be in the equivalent of the stone age or even more primitive. Who knows? I also believe that it is very possible to have more life on other planets etc. Isn't it a little naive of us to think that in the entire universe over a period of billions of years, we are the only planet to ever have life.

Haribo and the almighty Pick 'n' Mix are my favorites. But recently I'm always afraid of getting the Pick 'n' Mix's because usually you see random little children stealing the sweets, half eating them, then their parents tell them to put it back It drives me nuts, but I can't resist so I buy them anyway despite how over-priced they usually are.

I seem to go through periods of getting fit and healthy. I think that I've only ever been to the gym...once? Which was actually alright, but I spent most of my time on the treadmills because, lets face it, they are the most fun Recently, I practically do no exercise and don't have much of a diet either. I'm quite lazy but my body hasn't reacted to badly yet (woo!). I think that my only 'proper' form of exercise is my irregular cravings of using the Wii Fit. Sometimes I last a week, other times I could play it every day for 3 months and actually build up some nice muscles.

Just randomly saw this on Youtube and felt the need the discuss this a bit. Possibly, the most ridiculous sequel to a movie that I've ever heard of. At first, I just thought it was a joke, apparently not. So, here it is. What exactly is the point? Other than to probably make a quick buck. I mean, we know exactly what's going to happen! Some people amaze me. As someone on Youtube said, you might as well make "Passion of the Christ 2"

So, I've been thinking about this quite a lot recently. Metaphorically speaking, if you could see yourself at whatever age in the future, would you? The more interesting question, I think, is what do you think your younger self would think of you now? Of course, I'm not talking about just physical appearances. If you could see what kind of person you would be and the same if your younger self could see what person you are now.

Oh, well OK. I guess ye are entitled to that opinion. Even if ye are wrong :P I thought it was a pretty decent film even in today's times of special effects and explosions etc. I also was shocked by the ending and feel that it has a story that is just as relevant today as it was back then. Mustn't be everyone's cup of tea, then.

Eek! Sorry Jayseven :S I actually read your post which had the link in it but I didn't even realize that there was a link. If I'd known I wouldn't have posted the same story

Yup. The west of Ireland hasn't been spared either. Quite rainy and cloudy but it was nice today...*cough*

I feel that this story fits into the theme of this thread. It's a short story by Andy Weir and well worth a read if you have about 5 minutes to spare. You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” You asked. “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.” “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be all right?” “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.” You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.” “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?” “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.” “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,” “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.” You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.” “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had. “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.” “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?” “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.” “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?” “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.” “Where you come from?” You said. “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.” “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.” “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.” “So what’s the point of it all?” “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?” “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted. I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.” “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?” “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.” “Just me? What about everyone else?” “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.” You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…” “All you. Different incarnations of you.” “Wait. I’m everyone!?” “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. “I’m every human being who ever lived?” “Or who will ever live, yes.” “I’m Abraham Lincoln?” “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added. “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled. “And you’re the millions he killed.” “I’m Jesus?” “And you’re everyone who followed him.” You fell silent. “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.” You thought for a long time. “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?” “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.” “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?” “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.” “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…” “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.” And I sent you on your way.

Well just because it's old definitely doesn't mean that it's not good. I definitely enjoyed this film, and actually found a few parts of the movie genuinely scary despite it being made in the 60's. Psycho is worth watching even just to see the end of the movie which is just whack.

I don't know you very well but I'm sure that there was some Mario Kart competition in N-Europe where we both raced with a few people. That is enough reason for me to wish you Happy Birthday!

Fantastic thread I have to say. I think that I'm a pretty boring sleeper, from what I can tell. But, there was one time where I dreamed that I just kept spitting, for some reason. That morning I woke up to a pillow full of spit...ugh ¬_¬

It's Wilhelmina from Ugly Betty, woo!! ^o^ She also sings "Colours of the Wind" from Pochahontas, if you're interested in that.

Ahhh!! I love this movie so much =D Despite their being only a few "LOL" moments, it definitely deserved the well earned reserves it's getting. My favorite thing of the entire movie is Ms. Potatoe Head. Just an amazing character, who oozes out amazingness! I got a little teary eyed though when the bear double-crossed them and it shows them all holding hands ready to basically burn to death and the fact that they have already accepted their fate :') That "Day and Night" cartoon was so nice too ^_^

Well if this thread goes somewhere and stays open then I have some nice suggestions. You can't have a film thread without some Alfred Hitchcock movies! Even though I adore most of his movies, I think some good movies to suggest would be, obviously, Psycho. That movie is so legendary that you only need 2 words to sum it up, Shower Scene. I also thought Strangers on a Train is a fantastic movie and well worth a watch.

Ah! 0.0 So you got to see Amy. I would love to see her perform live. So when did you see her live? Hopefully I'll get to see her when she brings out her new album which I think is going to be the start of next year. So jealous :p

I bloody love this song, and the lyrics are some of the best part. It's talking about a relationship with 'someone' and then she compares her relationship with this 'someone' who she just met with a long time friend who isn't there... Her name is Cherry We've just met But already she knows me Better than you She understands me After eighteen years And you still don't see me Like you ought to do Maybe we could talk 'bout things If you was made of wood and strings While I love her every sound I dunno how to turn you down You're so thick and my patience thin So I got me a knew best friend With a pickup that puts you to shame And Cherry is her name And when I'm lonely Cherry's there And she plays along While I sing out my blues I could be crying And you don't care You won't call me back You're stubborn as mule Maybe we could talk 'bout things If you was made of wood and strings You might think I've gone too far I'm talking 'bout my new guitar

Sorry, I couldn't resist...:p Or Mother Nature's way of birth control :p

Due to the fact that Ellen DeGeneres voices Dorey means instant WIN!! Stay away from Dorey!!

I haven't read any of the comments because I was thinking of seeing it and didn't want any of them spoilers. Is it really worth going to see, or is it just quite a misleading film like...Vantage Point *groan*