So letting a bunch of isolated inbred hermits in the middle of nowhere decide everything instead is a better way of doing things?

I basically just described my actual thoughts about the song, though. The opening is a banger, the part from “I see a little silhouetto of a man” to “Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me” is kind of a mess, then it goes to a bit that sounds like it should have been the opener of a third song, before finally finishing on something that actually matches the style of the first bit. The whole thing is a weird patchwork that somehow became a hit.

But I would LOVE to hear some complaints about Bohemian Rhapsody.

Wish granted. It’s a haphazard mish-mash of two potentially-good songs and one frantic pile of word salad, resulting in a scattered, inconsistent mess.

That’s only on the page itself, not the browser. Doesn’t matter what site you visit, you can right click the back button and anything else that’s not part of the web page.

The King is dead. Long live the King. The people going after these sites are just playing a game of whack-a-mole. New sites will always sprout up to fill in the gap.

That’s not far off of something that happened to me once a few years ago. My computer suddenly started struggling one day, and I quickly figured out that my hard drive suddenly had 500 gigs or so of extra data somewhere. I had to find a tool that would let me see how much space a given folder was taking up, and eventually I found an absolutely HUMONGOUS error log file. After I cleared it out, the file rapidly filled up again when I used a program I’d been using all the time. I think it was Minecraft or something. Anyway, my duck tape solution was to just make that log file read-only, since the error in question didn’t actually affect anything else.

He had no rival. No one could be his equal.

TRIO TRIO TRIO

Bread is a requirement for something to be a sandwich, so you’ll have to convince me that a tortilla is bread. You might be able to make a case for the soft flour tortilla, but I just don’t see how hard corn tortillas can possibly fit under the umbrella of “bread”.

I was always a fan of Mednaffe, a GUI frontend for Mednafen, for all of my NES, SNES, and GBA emulation needs. Of course, that’s all a bit moot now that I have a handheld.

That wasn’t even the first time Trek did the “catching up to a sleeper ship” plot. TOS did it earlier, and then they made a movie out of that episode.

I live across street from one of these where a restaurant used to be. I don’t know enough to love or hate the idea of these buildings, but this one’s a damn eyesore. The siding panels are various shades of pale grayish blue, with fucking CAUTION VEST YELLOW panels randomly sprinkled in. It’s just this big plain box with tiny-ass windows and the worst color combination I’ve ever seen.

judged, by a fucking laugh?

Wouldn’t be the first time a candidate was judged by a show of emotion. HYAAAAAHHH!!!

Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a styew!

Putting the roll on backwards doesn’t stop my cats. I have to have a towel draped in front of the roll.

This is why, if I ever develop a game, I won’t use the letters or symbols on the buttons. I’ll show a set of four buttons, with the one that needs pressed highlighted.

Yeah, but didn’t Kurt Russell and James Spader nuke the ship?

False convictions happen all the time.

The right to swing your arm ends where it would hit my face. You like the vroom vroom noises? Nobody cares. You make the vroom vroom noises in the middle of a neighborhood with a bunch of bystanders around who were minding their own business? Everyone cares. I experience physical pain from loud noises. They don’t just annoy me. They HURT. I’m that sensitive to noise. Keep your roaring shitbucket out in the boonies where the sound won’t knock me over.