We are at a restaurant next to a couple going out on their first date and good LORD the guy is blowing it so BAD.
He is German and he asked what she did and she must have a great job, and he WILL not stop asking about, and talking about money, non-stop.
Actual quote: “YOU MAKE MORE THAN EVERYONE IN GERMANY.”
Now he is talking about what he would do if he had her money.
DUDE.
TAKE IT DOWN A NOTCH.
Oh my god. Next quote: I HET IT. BUT LET ME MAKE A POINT. YOUR SPENDING IS TOO HUGH, YOUR STANDARD OF LICING IS TOO HIGH.
YOU SHOULD NOT WEAR CLOTHES LIKE THIS, THEY ARE TOO EXPENSIVE.
THE PROBLEM IS YOU WILL SPEND THAT MONEY AND NEVER LEARN FROM IT.
‘Living,’ not ‘licing’
Oh, my god, you will not believe what he just said.
He said, “Let me tell you about this guy, he is a nice guy, I like him. He’s smarter than many.
But you will not listen to him, you will not take his advice and thank him. You will not see his value.”
She started to explain, and he said, “No excuses. No excuses. See, tonight, I am like your boyfriend and you are like my wife.
He doesn’t believe in you, why don’t you change his mind?’
He is talking about himself in third person.
Good lord!
All I see is the back of her head and the top of his head and I am DYING TO KNOW.
Okay, sorry, we tried to stay and see what happened but that guy was NOT gonna stop.
So we left in a way so I could peek at ‘em, like a Snoopy Snoopington.
Guess what they looked like, respectively?
She did finally stick up for herself…he was telling her that she’s never going to make it if she doesn’t buy a house, ‘What happens when you have paid all the rent and you have NOTHING? What THEN?”
And she said, ‘I don’t want to buy a house. So I won’t.’
GO GIRL.
BUT MAN, THIS IS STILL THE WEIRDEST FIRST DATE I HAVE EVER HEARD OF.
He is still looking at her like he just noticed a willful child. So creepy! As far as I can tell, ALL of this is because she makes more $$$.
WE ARE FREAKING OUT.
She is LOVELY.
She’s dressed casually for a date, it maybe it’s still expensive stuff, can’t tell. But it’s sneakers and like, kinda like lounge wear, or sweatshirt, maybe? Beautiful blonde lady, super fit and fit.
And the guy?
He looks like an angry, emaciated Steve Jobs. I mean, a really thin Steve Jobs, and he just looks like he never stops sneering.
I swear to god, he acts like he’s in a staring contest.
MAYBE HE’S TECH STARTUP RASPUTIN.
Okay. You would NEVER think of these two as a couple. It’s like a nice beautiful Swedish lady going out with Ichabod iPhone.
We did mention it to the swerve, but they were already keeping an eye on it because the guy started saying the f word a lot, and loudly.
GIRL.
THIS IS NOT GOING TO WORK OUT.
Wow.
That was funny, then creepy!
But I am going to say this forever to strangers now…
“YOU MAKE MORE THAN EVERYONE IN GEEMANY!”
I can’t figure out her body language, she’s kind of sprawled out on the bench (they are in a booth,on opposite sides). He is INTENSE and she seems like she could not care less.
Why put up with this?
I WILL NEVER KNOW.
I made 40000 typos on this thread.
SO WEIRD, YOU GUYS.
I just want to say this kind of thing never happens at Arby’s.
Anyway, as I said, this guy was loud, and didn’t seem to care that everyone heard him.
It’s just one of those inexplicable things.
People, be nice to your date!
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I have a theory about the taste for horror films in America, specifically.
It's not all-inclusive, there are exceptions all over the place, but I find it interesting and it seems to be more telling every year.
Wanna hear it?
Tough, we're doing this anyway.
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Here is my theory.
Our taste for horror, the really successful films, seems to run towards a very specific track that has trended very steadily for almost NINETY YEARS now.
In one direction. Along one prominent factor.
To arrive where we are now.
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What is that factor?
Economics. Not of the film-making, but of the actual characters and plots.
Follow with me, and you WILL think of exceptions. But overall picture, I think it's compelling.
It was inspired by a visit Frank Herbert made to my tiny little home town on the Oregon Coast. Not NEAR my hometown, my tiny hometown specially, which has some of the tallest sand dunes in the world.
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Frank Herbert’s daughter lives here currently, and kindly donated her father’s research materials to our relatively small, but still awesome public library, the Siuslaw Public Library, where it’s currently on display.
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One of the reasons I love it here is the bizarre strata of natural landscapes..
It goes immediately from the ocean, with volcanic rock formations, to the tallest sand dunes in the world, then forests and lakes, all within just a couple miles, a bit further and it’s mountains. 3/
Okay, here is a little thread about something that absolutely made my brain explode yesterday. I had never even put it together, somehow. But a tiny jump down a rabbit hole explained a HUGE part of my life in comics.
Wanna hear? It's weird.
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I have talked about growing up on a remote farm in the boonies quite a lot. There were mostly farmers, fishermen, and loggers where I lived, very tough, strong guys. Mostly very nice guys, too!
But we didn't get a lot of tv reception, so access to movies was limited.
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I can't remember the exact circumstances, but the only movie theater in our tiny town showed older movies on the weekends as matinees. They had a double feature of Doc Savage and The Man With the Golden Gun. I was just a kid, can't remember how old, but really young.
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We were taking a cab in Belfast, and the driver said that be careful when we got out, because there would be shoes on the sidewalk and tourists trip on them in the dark.
We thought he was taking the piss…why are there shoes on the sidewalk?
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And he said, it was Saturday night, and the girls would go out drinking in high heels, realize they could no longer walk in them, take them off, forget they are carrying them, and leave them on the street.
This sounded like horseshit, so we scoffed a bit.
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He said, no, it’s true, and sometimes girls who could not afford nice shoes would go along the streets where the clubs and pubs were and just grab up the orphaned shoes…weirdest of all, they would often find just one shoe of a pair, and would frantically look for the mate…
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