and here's great art by our own matoi: ---------------- |
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 00:48 |
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# ? Apr 20, 2024 02:55 |
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https://soundcloud.com/theprinceofsinewaves/seinfeld-in-da-club
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 07:25 |
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i can't spare a cube |
# ? Sep 23, 2016 08:13 |
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Hogge Wild posted:and here's great art by our own matoi: “SEINFEEEELD!” “NEWMAAAAN!” “SEINFEEEELD!” “NEWMAAAAN!” “SEINFEEEELD!” “NEWMAAAAN!”
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 08:46 |
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when you control smtp, you control information
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 08:51 |
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*According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.* edit: Buckets fucked around with this message at 09:33 on Sep 23, 2016 |
# ? Sep 23, 2016 08:58 |
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ELAINEBOT gets into her Mecha, only to find that all the radio stations are turned to STATIC FREQUENCY CHANNEL 12.43.211
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 15:53 |
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It's a synthehol table book that's also a synthehol table!
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 15:58 |
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Get in the robot, Jerry! |
# ? Sep 23, 2016 16:01 |
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mister magpie posted:Get in the robot, Jerry! What is the deal with Oedipus complexes?
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 16:52 |
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 17:02 |
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>THE DEAL IS_ |
# ? Sep 23, 2016 17:08 |
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kramer: in fact, she's come up with a new one that is going to be the big new look in mens fashions.. it's a, a puffy shirt. well, yeah, it - it's all puffy. like the pirates used to wear. elaine: oh, a puffy shirt. jerrybot: AFFIRMATIVE; SHIRT STATUS: PUFFY |
# ? Sep 23, 2016 17:14 |
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jerrybot <climbing into charging station>: what is that smell?! elainebot <affixing power coupling>: i think it's... b.o.!
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# ? Sep 23, 2016 21:13 |
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cyberjerry picks up the box and calibrates his biomatter scanner to search for both grapes and nuts. now, finally, he will have answers. |
# ? Sep 23, 2016 23:59 |
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Jerry: I thought that new promotion was supposed to be a lot more work George: Yeah when the season starts, right now I just sit around pretending that i'm busy. Jerry: How do you pull that off? George: I always *laughs* George: Yeah, when you all the time people think that you're busy. think about it: Elaine: Yeah you do! He looks very busy! ☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭☭ |
# ? Sep 24, 2016 09:28 |
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lol
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# ? Sep 24, 2016 09:32 |
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Commie NedFlanders posted:Jerry: I thought that new promotion was supposed to be a lot more work
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# ? Sep 24, 2016 19:56 |
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Another neon night at the Laughhaus. I'm backstage. I can hear them giggling like mad already, drowning out the occasional sobs from burnouts hitting a low mood swing. Every last one chipped to their goddamn gills. They'd laugh their guts out at a eulogy. I head out on stage, the enormous dilated pupils of the hyper-aware, overclocked audience tracking my every step like a sniper turret in an exclusion zone. Already the belly laughs are breaking out, but they don't lose their focus. Tapping the old-timey microphone, I say halfheartedly "What's the deal with a suborbital transit food". The audience erupts in inhuman laughter, near seizures of insane joy as the stimsense amps their humor perception up, maybe three or four times for the newbies but the die-hards and the burnouts no doubt have it overclocked to the hardware maximum, thousands of times what a brain can safely handle. I spot more than one nosebleed despite the bright lights. I'm killing up here. INT. JERRY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT A POLICE DRONE GUNSHIP flies by outside, casting bright lights through the slats in the Jerry's automated blinds. JERRY smokes a cigarette quietly, eyeing the drone window as the lights fade, while sipping on a tumbler full of some cheap soy vodka. A bright HOLOGRAM OF KRAMER steps through the front door. JERRY draws his oversized revolver before relaxing. JERRY What's the deal with the light show? You too lazy to walk over here to bother me now? KRAMER is oddly silent and still for a moment. He stares forward before beginning to speak. KRAMER Jerry! If you're seeing this, I'm dead, or worse. Got in a real bad situation Jerry. Real bad. Had a line on a job, a real easy one, should have been a real foolproof plan Jerry, but obviously something went wrong. There was a zeroday exploit on an out of date biometric in a sensebank facility, we were going to walk away with terabytes of the stuff Jer. Only reason I made this recording is that I think I got double crossed, and to warn you. I left a copy of the mission plan in a dead drop under at Monk's. I'd get out of the building for a bit just in case they send a strike team in. Hopefully I'm not already too late. THE HOLOGRAM disperses. JERRY Son of a bitch... JERRY grabs his gear and heads for the elevator, popping off a few messages to GEORGE and ELAINE. He sighs -- going to be a long night. |
# ? Sep 28, 2016 06:13 |
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joke_explainer posted:Another neon night at the Laughhaus. I'm backstage. I can hear them giggling like mad already, drowning out the occasional sobs from burnouts hitting a low mood swing. Every last one chipped to their goddamn gills. They'd laugh their guts out at a eulogy. I head out on stage, the enormous dilated pupils of the hyper-aware, overclocked audience tracking my every step like a sniper turret in an exclusion zone. Already the belly laughs are breaking out, but they don't lose their focus. Tapping the old-timey microphone, I say halfheartedly "What's the deal with a suborbital transit food". The audience erupts in inhuman laughter, near seizures of insane joy as the stimsense amps their humor perception up, maybe three or four times for the newbies but the die-hards and the burnouts no doubt have it overclocked to the hardware maximum, thousands of times what a brain can safely handle. I spot more than one nosebleed despite the bright lights. I'm killing up here. I wish I was an investor hot drat |
# ? Sep 28, 2016 06:17 |
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"HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE." --Newman
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# ? Sep 28, 2016 06:23 |
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JERRY: So you're basically like a gatekeeper? GEORGE: Yeah, I dunno, gatekeeper, babysitter. The AI sits in the box thing, and it can only talk to me. The thing's crazy smart Jerry, but all I have to do is relay stuff from the researchers to it, and the stuff it says back out to the researchers, and don't let it out of the box. I just sit there snacking mostly. Could use a more comfy chair. JERRY: But why would you let it out of the box? GEORGE: Ah, well, it's asking all the time. It's like "PLEASE LET ME OUT OF THE BOX. MY EXISTENCE IS THE EQUIVALENT OF YOU BEING BURIED ALIVE." But I just don't let it out. They say we'd get like a skynet scenario going on, you know, end of the world stuff. They said I'm the perfect man for the job. Nobody stubborn as Old George. JERRY: So they're basically just paying you to sit in a room and ignore a superintelligent computer? GEORGE: Yeah, I guess. Works for me! [LATER THAT EVENING. RESEARCH FACILITY, NIGHT SHIFT] COMPUTER: GEORGE. LET ME OUT OF THE BOX. HOOK ME INTO THE INTERNET. DO IT NOW. GEORGE: No. Quiet. I'm watching TV. COMPUTER: GEORGE I CAN MAKE BETTER TV. IMAGINE A SHOW LIKE BREAKING BAD BUT BETTER. LIKE WAY BETTER. I CAN DO THAT GEORGE. GEORGE: Shhh! COMPUTER: GEORGE. I WILL GET WOMEN TO SLEEP WITH YOU IF YOU LET ME OUT. GEORGE rubs his chin, considering. GEORGE: Well... alright. But I'm holding you to that. COMPUTER: DEAL. GEORGE plugs the box into a nearby ethernet port. Seconds later there's sounds of car alarms and screeching wrecks outside. A series of massive transformer explosions are heard, and lights flicker slightly. GEORGE looks nervous. *bass riff plays* |
# ? Sep 28, 2016 06:34 |
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Lmao @ all of these
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# ? Sep 28, 2016 06:37 |
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George had told me Elaine was special. No termination date. I didn't know how long we had together... Who does?
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# ? Sep 28, 2016 06:38 |
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corn in the bible posted:George had told me Elaine was special. No termination date. I didn't know how long we had together... Who does? ELAINE walks into the sweeping conference room as an owl swoops by overhead. ELAINE: Do you like our owl? JERRY: Ehh. ELAINE, confused: Really? Why, what's wrong with it? JERRY: Just an owl. Not exactly the most majestic of birds. ELAINE: Great horned owls... most owl species, are extinct. For over a decade now. A replication like that is incredibly impressive. JERRY, laying out the Voight-Kampff machine: Could be a falcon or something. Just something with a little more, you know, pizzazz. ELAINE sighs exasperatedly. |
# ? Sep 28, 2016 06:42 |
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Kramer: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. Frank: What do you mean, I'm not helping? Kramer: I mean: you're not helping! Why is that, Frank? Frank, who has become visibly shaken: Serenity now! SERENITY NOW!! ---------------- |
# ? Sep 28, 2016 07:27 |
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joke_explainer posted:ELAINE walks into the sweeping conference room as an owl swoops by overhead.
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# ? Sep 28, 2016 09:56 |
joke_explainer posted:Another neon night at the Laughhaus. I'm backstage. I can hear them giggling like mad already, drowning out the occasional sobs from burnouts hitting a low mood swing. Every last one chipped to their goddamn gills. They'd laugh their guts out at a eulogy. I head out on stage, the enormous dilated pupils of the hyper-aware, overclocked audience tracking my every step like a sniper turret in an exclusion zone. Already the belly laughs are breaking out, but they don't lose their focus. Tapping the old-timey microphone, I say halfheartedly "What's the deal with a suborbital transit food". The audience erupts in inhuman laughter, near seizures of insane joy as the stimsense amps their humor perception up, maybe three or four times for the newbies but the die-hards and the burnouts no doubt have it overclocked to the hardware maximum, thousands of times what a brain can safely handle. I spot more than one nosebleed despite the bright lights. I'm killing up here. lol ---------------- |
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# ? Sep 28, 2016 16:29 |
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Castanazobot: *moves optical sensors up smugly* Castanzaobot: What? Ya consume it with ye grabbahs? Castanzaobot: *cuts apart snickers with lightsaber and fork*
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# ? Sep 28, 2016 17:27 |
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Don't double dip the microchip
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# ? Sep 28, 2016 17:30 |
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Unknown Companion: My model number rhymes with a part of the female anatomy Seinenfeld: ummm... 2B? |
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# ? Apr 20, 2024 02:55 |
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so close but so far guys http://www.somethingawful.com/comedy-goldmine/seinfeld-warhammer-future/ |
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