Arbitrary, idiotic things on your mind. Post 'em.

[Master Trollda]

/*disconnect*—

Turning a blind eye to it is a form of allowance.

[Worthauger]

I hope you at least got a good deal for buying two. Where are you displaying yours?

Eye level, on a coin on a shelf, kitty corner from one of the urns. I'd upload a picture but for some reason I can't do that here, and I have to put a different figurine on top of a different coin in order to wake Azzerae from his magical slumber.

Cutbacks.

[Worthauger]

Turning a blind eye to it is a form of allowance.

But it's not blind. The man with one eye is King. I guess I see your point.

I got all eyes open. How can I help you?

[Master Trollda]

But it's not blind. The man with one eye is King. I guess I see your point.

I got all eyes open. How can I help you?

Well, these less scatological posts are a start.

Jack, there’s a glimmer of hope on the horizon regarding the comicbook venture. I kicked the can around a bit and thought that maybe we were putting the cart before the horse (though I know you like to roll that way) with a Jackgirl comicbook when we haven’t even done a Jackstar comicbook. Of course no one will get the references. So, we ran that up the flagpole to see if anyone would salute and almost no one did...except the French. They have a penchant for the wacky, the absurd and random silliness. You know, they were big into Jerry Lewis. Anyway, they really seem to love the Jackstar universe. We even test marketed some of the other associated characters (like grapefruit and the lich) and they ate it up with a spoon! So, what do you think of Les Aventures de Jacques L’astra?

[Worthauger]

Well, these less scatological posts are a start.

Jack, there’s a glimmer of hope on the horizon regarding the comicbook venture. I kicked the can around a bit and thought that maybe we were putting the cart before the horse (though I know you like to roll that way) with a Jackgirl comicbook when we haven’t even done a Jackstar comicbook. Of course no one will get the references. So, we ran that up the flagpole to see if anyone would salute and almost no one did...except the French. They have a penchant for the wacky, the absurd and random silliness. You know, they were big into Jerry Lewis. Anyway, they really seem to love the Jackstar universe. We even test marketed some of the other associated characters (like grapefruit and the lich) and they ate it up with a spoon! So, what do you think of Les Aventures de Jacques L’astra?

Orson Welles, treat your heart out.

[Master Trollda]

[AC400KICK]

You know the Soviets made good shit.

[Master Trollda]

You know the Soviets made good shit.

Name one thing.

[Master Trollda]

Name one thing.

OK, Tetris...but it never would’ve left the Soviet Union were it not for Japanese and American capitalist. Also this:

[Laser]

You know the Soviets made good shit.

I still don't know what his flipping problem was.

There must be a back story.

30 Years Ago, Billy Joel Had a Meltdown in Moscow

https://www.vice.com/en/article/bjxq74/30-years-ago-billy-joel-had-a-meltdown-in-moscow

[Laser]

Mockumentary or not, I am still laughing.

[Master Trollda]

I still don't know what his flipping problem was.

There must be a back story.

30 Years Ago, Billy Joel Had a Meltdown in Moscow

https://www.vice.com/en/article/bjxq74/30-years-ago-billy-joel-had-a-meltdown-in-moscow

I thought I heard him turn to the audience at the start and say, “Stop fighting!”

[pate]

I still don't know what his flipping problem was.

There must be a back story.

30 Years Ago, Billy Joel Had a Meltdown in Moscow

https://www.vice.com/en/article/bjxq74/30-years-ago-billy-joel-had-a-meltdown-in-moscow

He was working on the lyrics for this one:



C'mon, Man!  Prolly, the earliest evidence of Russian Collusion;  I am not joking around...

Nautical Shore Depends™

[Laser]

I thought I heard him turn to the audience at the start and say, “Stop fighting!”

It was Squid Games, Soviet style.

The Soviet crowd, raised by decades of Iron Curtain austerity, stopped dancing and froze like deer in headlights when they were lit up, petrified that the security guards would crack down on them. Then the lights would go out again and they'd resume dancing. Lights off, dancing. Lights on, frozen stiff. This went on and on like a game of red light, green light, one-two-three. With each flick of the lights, the perfectionist Joel saw his hard earned connection fading away. Mid-song, he started screaming at his crew to cut it out and, like a consummate professional, didn't even miss a beat as he barked orders between lyrics.

"When am I gonna take control, get a hold of my emotions? STOP LIGHTING THE AUDIENCE!
Why does it always seem to hit me in the middle of the ni-i-ight? STOP IT!
You told me there's a number I can always dial for assistance. LET ME DO MY SHOW FOR CHRISSAKE!"

"I hear Billy singing and he's saying something, but I can't hear what he's saying," lighting director Steven Cohen recalled in A Matter of Trust. But even though Cohen couldn't make out Joel's words, he would definitely recognize what came next—the sound of a piano crashing onto the ground. The five-foot-five-inch Joel had gotten a sturdy grip under the keys, put his back into it, and, with red fury in his face, flipped the whole thing over. Band and crew members recall stray chunks of Yamaha whizzing past them as the piano landed completely upside-down with a loud crash.

With the crazed eyes of a man blacked out on rage, Joel hopped past the overturned piano and stormed towards the front of the stage just feet from the crowd. Since those in attendance had never seen a real rock and roll concert before, they clapped and applauded, thinking it was all part of the act. Joel picked up a microphone stand, swung it above his head, and bashed it into the floor like a lumberjack chopping wood and the crowd cheered even louder. Joel's petrified bandmates stayed clear of his warpath but didn't stop playing, and neither did he. He landed a flying kick into his grand piano as he continued to sing, "Sure it would be better if I had you here to hold me." Then he took a hard swing at it with the mic stand and knocked a big dent into it. The bottom half of the mic stand snapped off and he continued singing into a broken stick while the crowd went wild. No wonder rock and roll shows were so popular in America, they thought. For just five rubles, you could watch a curly haired man beat a piano half to death with a microphone stand. What a deal!

[Master Trollda]

It was Squid Games, Soviet style.

Ah, stop lighting not fighting.