Buffsoldier

Fixed. Ex's. EX's.

I don't know why, but when the ones that could stood up after falling off, I expected a fully choreographed dance video to start.

So, wait, he was never in Saigon, slick?

That pic looks more like: "Wait, what's that sign say? V-E-T..... this isn't the goddamn dog park, Frank....."

I always thought Mace used his lightsaber, and probably a fair amount of his force powers, to redirect Palpatine's force lightning back at him.

No................. . . . . Yes.

Nope. If the kid can't be calmed down, I get that, but the parents have an obligation then to remove the child from the location/situation, and to NOT inflict that screaming and noise on every other living creature around them. Failure to do so is just a sign of a selfish self-absorbed asshole. My daughter had a meltdown every week or so when she was little, and if she couldn't be calmed down in 15-30 seconds I took her the hell out of the store. On an airplane, took her into the lavatory. Fuck parents who inflict that shit on everyone around them. Fuck them with a rusty red hot poker covered in skunk spray and limburger.

How did we get 13 pages in before someone (me) mentions Totino's party pizzas? Goddamn, those things are trivial. Goddamn, those things make me happy.

Why wasn't this narrated by Jim Ross? "This dawg's tougher than a $2 steak, I'll tell you th...OH MY GAWD! NOT THE GARBAGE CAN! TRIPLE H OUTTA NO WHERE WITH THE GARBAGE CAN!!"

How many times have we covered the concept of "work spouse"? Well, I'm covering it again. GTFO with that stupid fucking shit.

Dimes.

From the same movie: I honestly had no idea...

Go on....

The competition on this thread for best comment is pretty stiff.

Seemed like that F-16 wasn't taking off in afterburner. That might've made a difference...

The frames-per-second shooting of the video is synching with the rpm's of the rotor blades.

I can't speak to what everyone else has experienced. This is just my perspective after my experiences. There's something to what hayden said regarding survivors guilt. Quite a bit actually. I still experience it from time to time. And probably always will. But there is more. As mentioned, and like others, I don't like talking about my experiences at war with my family members. I am considerably more open with (some) strangers. Why? A few reasons: It's easier to be open with strangers. With people you have no personal connection with, it's, for lack of a better definition, like speaking to a wall or other inanimate object. You know, you KNOW, you won't be judged by a stranger, or even if you are, it's someone you aren't in any way attached to, and therefore that judgment holds no weight. You can say everything about what you went through, and what you felt, and have no filter in doing so. It's like pouring smoke into the wind, knowing that it's going to disperse and be of no further consequence. It's significantly less frustrating. Family members, by and large, simply don't understand, and can't understand, what we went through in war. And there's no way to adequately describe it. None. That brings on a double-edged frustration: that the family members don't understand, and that you can't describe it in a proper way. With a stranger, you don't really care if they understand or not. Some of us, or at least me, feel some unknown need to protect my family members from what I experienced. There's nothing pretty about war, especially for those that have been in direct combat (thank God Almighty I never was). Not one goddamn thing. Even the mundane office aspects of it aren't pretty. We want to protect those we love from the ugliness. And we are afraid that even talking about the goofy funny shit will lead into the ugly. Or at least I am. You won't, by and large receive pity. There's a tendency among family members to blanket us as veterans with an overdose of pity after we relay our stories, or at least I have witnessed this. Especially if we have talked about something traumatic. We, generally speaking, don't want that. Let me say it again: WE DON'T WANT PITY. Sometimes we don't even want empathy. We just want to vent, receive understanding if it's possible, and move on. But no pity. Talking to strangers, I've generally not received pity. Anyways, that's my view.

At this moment (just after 6:30 a.m. French time). The landings began. Never forget.

And Corey? Where's Corey? That dude was allsome.

Yeah, I've seen videos of her at work too....