We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
ndspinelli said...
He had many women to fuck while their husbands were off to war. What's not to be happy about?
Making his way through all the rubble probably wore him out.
The rubble at his feat (same distance) is also clear, so I say real.
Also, Ritmo would tell you that it's just stupid to think it's a photoshop, because if you luddites ever read anything, you would know that Photoshop wasn't around in 1940.
Hardley. You need to add this if you want to really sell the impersonation
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LOL. That reminds me of the time (and what a fun special time it was) when I voiced the beloved commenter Simon as WFB. Note the gratuitous Latin thrown in. Good times, good times.
And bagoh20, I am still saddened that I never found "a voice" for your comments.
I studied an old photo of a hotel in front of the train station. People all about, carriages with horses, tracks in the road, tons of wires overhead and a bicycle foreground leaning against the wall carelessly abandoned for an errand apparently. Just leaning there unstolen as we used to do in Douche Shore, I meant to say just now Dushore Pennsylvania. Just jump off the bike. And on any AFB we lived since then. Just leave the bike wherever you like. Unlocked.
And I'm STILL wondering if that bicycle might have been posed. To add interest. To add life being lived without being seen. It is a very nice touch. And at this remote distance a bit twee, compositionally just slightly too perfect.
I think I would say it in English, though. Bags just like the Latin version that comes straight from the manufacturer, as is. And yes, Simon was just as into abstruse expressions and vernaculars.
Cool photo, though.
You can't caricature Bags because he's too much of a heterodox enigma. He's a CEO, but shows off his beach-bum side. Complete with porno stache and sunglasses. (Yes, I realize that this is standard in Cafilornia). He flies a plane, but hates transport technology. He loves corporate welfare, but says he used to be a Democrat. He doesn't think gays are ruining civilization, has no sympathy for papal veneration and believes in the self-made man - all respectably individualist positions, by American standards. And he built a business and has his own money, which buys you a certain amount of respect and forebearance of judgment in the American mind. And he's an inventor, which everyone thinks is cool.
He's a sunny-weather, small-to-medium sized business-building tinkerer. And an easy-going bachelor, to boot. No caricature can touch him. He's like the entrepreneurial equivalent of George Clooney (pre-marriage). A Howard Hughes who kept his marbles and was too sociable to become a hermit. And he doesn't take himself too seriously.
You can't touch him.
No American can.
He is the personification of what every self-respecting American wants to be.
Mostly right, Ritmo, except for the corporate welfare stuff which I hate, and I do love transportation technology when it's not corporate (or union) welfare building a train taking me where THEY want me to go, slow and expensive.
Most of the rest is close enough, but incidental. The central point of me is that I love the truth above all else, even when it hurts to hear it. Precious few can be trusted to deliver it consistently. You did pretty well. I give you a "B".
Good catch, TC. Before I went to your link and mulling if the pic was real, I was wondering about the logistics of milk production and delivery during the Blitz.
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Perseverance, stiff upper lip, and all that jolly good 'ol Brit stuff.
The photo does look a bit "shopped," though. There's something off about it.
He had many women to fuck while their husbands were off to war. What's not to be happy about?
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
ndspinelli said...
He had many women to fuck while their husbands were off to war. What's not to be happy about?
Making his way through all the rubble probably wore him out.
chickelit said...
The photo does look a bit "shopped," though. There's something off about it
The man is clearer than the background.
You do see that in some old photos.
@edutcher: It has to do with the f-stop. Things equidistant from the lens should be exactly the same focus-wise. But there's also the contrast.
I'm not insisting it's fake, just saying it looks "off."
Clearer is probably a distance thing.
chickelit said...
@edutcher: It has to do with the f-stop. Things equidistant from the lens should be exactly the same focus-wise. But there's also the contrast.
I'm not insisting it's fake, just saying it looks "off."
My comment is beyond the extent of my expertise on all things photographic, so you're probably right.
Direct result of appeasement at Munich. A forerunner of the catastrophe coming from the capitulation to Iran.
The rubble at his feat (same distance) is also clear, so I say real.
Also, Ritmo would tell you that it's just stupid to think it's a photoshop, because if you luddites ever read anything, you would know that Photoshop wasn't around in 1940.
I'm enjoying how I am mistaken for Ritmo in this thread and for Chip in Troop's brown waste thread.
Am I really that good of an impersonator?
Hardley. You need to add this if you want to really sell the impersonation
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The more of that you add, the more convincing it is.
LOL. That reminds me of the time (and what a fun special time it was) when I voiced the beloved commenter Simon as WFB. Note the gratuitous Latin thrown in. Good times, good times.
And bagoh20, I am still saddened that I never found "a voice" for your comments.
It's really hard to tell, isn't it?
I studied an old photo of a hotel in front of the train station. People all about, carriages with horses, tracks in the road, tons of wires overhead and a bicycle foreground leaning against the wall carelessly abandoned for an errand apparently. Just leaning there unstolen as we used to do in Douche Shore, I meant to say just now Dushore Pennsylvania. Just jump off the bike. And on any AFB we lived since then. Just leave the bike wherever you like. Unlocked.
And I'm STILL wondering if that bicycle might have been posed. To add interest. To add life being lived without being seen. It is a very nice touch. And at this remote distance a bit twee, compositionally just slightly too perfect.
It looks like he was photographed against a background - Like old 1940s movies. Shopped or staged.
It was a real photo, but also kinda fake.
I think I would say it in English, though. Bags just like the Latin version that comes straight from the manufacturer, as is. And yes, Simon was just as into abstruse expressions and vernaculars.
Cool photo, though.
You can't caricature Bags because he's too much of a heterodox enigma. He's a CEO, but shows off his beach-bum side. Complete with porno stache and sunglasses. (Yes, I realize that this is standard in Cafilornia). He flies a plane, but hates transport technology. He loves corporate welfare, but says he used to be a Democrat. He doesn't think gays are ruining civilization, has no sympathy for papal veneration and believes in the self-made man - all respectably individualist positions, by American standards. And he built a business and has his own money, which buys you a certain amount of respect and forebearance of judgment in the American mind. And he's an inventor, which everyone thinks is cool.
He's a sunny-weather, small-to-medium sized business-building tinkerer. And an easy-going bachelor, to boot. No caricature can touch him. He's like the entrepreneurial equivalent of George Clooney (pre-marriage). A Howard Hughes who kept his marbles and was too sociable to become a hermit. And he doesn't take himself too seriously.
You can't touch him.
No American can.
He is the personification of what every self-respecting American wants to be.
Did I mention he's a dog-lover, too? And a high-impact adventure sport aficionado?
And not just any kind of dog-lover, either. Labradors, retrievers... Those types of dogs. The dogs of woodsmen and hunters.
Maybe someday I will channel him if I ever go wingsuit flying.
Somebody has crush.
Mostly right, Ritmo, except for the corporate welfare stuff which I hate, and I do love transportation technology when it's not corporate (or union) welfare building a train taking me where THEY want me to go, slow and expensive.
Most of the rest is close enough, but incidental. The central point of me is that I love the truth above all else, even when it hurts to hear it. Precious few can be trusted to deliver it consistently. You did pretty well. I give you a "B".
bagoh20 said...
Somebody has crush.
R&B's sketch sounds like something Inga could have written, back when she was mailing you panties.
Shit, I hope that wasn't another summons.
Have you noticed that you never see Inga and Ritmo in the same place at the same time. Panties never lie.
Inga mailed Bag panties?
Please tell me you're joking.
Well, it's good to know you never let humility get in the way of truth.
Or as Landalius Truefeld called it, "the troof!"
So of course, you're going to need a biographer. Just don't be cheap on the compensation.
http://www.cc.com/video-clips/wz6p6x/crank-yankers-the-truth-s-baby-mama
http://www.cc.com/video-clips/eedeoj/crank-yankers-the-truth-is-looking-for-work
Very good work, Third Coast.
Morning. Ruined.
Thanks a lot unanticipated rumor, totally unwanted visual, and active imagination.
Good catch, TC. Before I went to your link and mulling if the pic was real, I was wondering about the logistics of milk production and delivery during the Blitz.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!! I'm denying in my mind the panties!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
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