The Old Hack

I am not sure I agree. It might prove that that specific male is attracted to androgynous/intersex individuals. And it may even indicate a tendency towards bisexuality, be it mild or strong. In any event, today's strip should certainly be a boon to Elliot/Justin shippers and probably also Elliot/Tedd shippers.

That must be a nice place to be treated. If I should ever happen to get into a situation like that again, I'll have to get into one of these.

Out of pure curiosity: having spent time in a mental institution, why is it that you do not consider it necessary for me to have a reason to live and keep trying?

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*wince* I wish him and you good luck. Give my regards to Mrs. Prof.

There once was this Danish TV show that made a truly horrible attempt at deconstructing Oedipus Rex in a science fiction setting as, I swear to God, an opera. The prophet was replaced with a supercomputer and the King was a dictator. Interestingly, while the chosen method was rather painful to watch, the actors themselves did an excellent job and the story itself was well crafted. In brief: the King was told that his son would kill him but refused to have him put to death as the computer recommended. Instead he had him anonymously adopted into a privileged family. What made the story so interesting was that the King persistently refused to believe in the prophecy and every time the supercomputer made a recommendation he refused to follow it. However, the resulting policies nonetheless made life harder for the population and his son eventually became a revolutionary who led a resistance against his father. Finally there was a confrontation between him and the dictator where the embittered ruler confessed to all he had done and why. His son then asked if the computer had also foretold that he would die at his hands, and his father shouted, "Yes! That was why I did all this!" And then, finally understanding, the son stepped back from the precipice. He asked his father if he would resign, and his father agreed. The two of them embraced, the son refused to succeed his father, and the resistance began the painful return to democracy. The supercomputer, its prophecy thwarted by the human variable, went into an endless loop and ceased to be a menace, or at least ceased being annoying. It's odd. I hated the singing and the music, but the rest of the story I rather liked. As a deconstruction it worked very well and its message was basically that prophecies, self-fulfilling or otherwise, may be thwarted by refusal to surrender one's free will. A rather hopeful ending for a dystopic story, really, and since most pretentious Danish taurine ordure has unhappy endings imposed by mandate, that gave it another plus point in my book.

Done and done!

We have two near where I live and they are like day and night. One is swift, competent, customer friendly. In general, it takes like three to five minutes to get an order filled. The other was spawned somewhere on the slopes of Acheron. It spends almost half an hour on each order -- I measured this -- and the people there are rude, surly and hate helping customers. It is always insanely crowded in there, possibly to do with hours long waiting times, and since they have no idea what air conditioning is, somehow the place manages to be hot and humid even in winter. I do not understand how they are still in business.

Bless you, Illjwamh. I was just sitting the other day thinking about how much I missed your count and wondering whether I should start one myself.

Interesting. Maybe Mr. Verres and Mr. Dunkel have a common grandparent they have inherited an affinity for maps and charts from?

I am afraid so. You may as well save yourself the aggravation.

I personally am convinced that a huge majority of all psychiatrists go "quack, quack, quack" and fly south for the winter.

That worked. I have now sent a little something Mrs. Prof's way. Incidentally, as a fellow cat lover (which my wife is, too) I highly approve of and admire her work!

There are cultures where it is quite common to greet close friends by kissing them on the cheek, or even both cheeks. I would be a little startled to learn that every single person in these cultures proved to be homosexual.

Seriously. I can arrange both of those for you without attendant food poisoning and physical injury. I'd rather prefer that to the risk of losing you as a poster even temporarily.

Such as a lot of psychiatrists.

Hrm. Can't decide at the moment. So I'll just go to now.

Maybe she can give Mr. Verres a headache which eventually causes a fully grown, armed and armoured goddess to spring forth from his brow.

The problem is that in the case of both movies, you are spending about two hours of your life that you will never get back. I would rather invest my time in less painful ways.

Not necessarily. She could just turn into a six feet tall squirrel.

You'd think she had an exclamation point hovering above her head if she were.

In Denmark we have mental 'health' institutions where patients will be kept immobilised and/or heavily drugged for weeks or months on end because it makes them easier to deal with. The patients' actual health, mental or physical, is at best a tertiary consideration if it even rates at all. Part of the problem is lack of funding. In my personal opinion the principal difference between these places and a medieval bedlam is that in the more 'modern' version, the floors are kept cleaner.

For me the two of them are like asking which you prefer, food poisoning or falling down the stairs. I'd really rather avoid both.

No trouble accessing it, but it isn't set to allow third party sellers access to your address, it seems. Could you fix that, please?

Damien was dumber than a sack of rocks and solved all his problems with his power and his near indestructibility. He killed Guyur without even knowing that he that way also killed a source of eggs for his hoped-for seyunolu army. It is also obvious that he did not even bother to properly read the lab records on Grace and her cousins. If he would, it would not have come as a surprise to him YEARS LATER that oops, maybe he should have left Guyur alive.