did the aliens from star wars just enjoy that band in the cantina playing the exact same fucking song over and over again or was it a situation like that diner with Whats New Pussycat on repeat
I wanted to tell you one story. Uh. This is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, okay. Happened when I was eleven years old in Mos Eisley, Tatooine where I grew up. I went to a place called the Cantina, uh, with my best friend Luke. We walk into the diner one day, and they had a band there, okay? And the band was three plays for a dollar. So we put in 7 dollars and selected 21 plays of the Modal Nodes’ Mad About Me. And then we ordered and waited. Here’s the thing about when, uh, Mad About Me plays over and over and over and over and over again. The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not ‘hey someone’s playing Mad About Me again.’ It’s ‘hey, Mad About Me is a lot longer than I first thought. The third time it plays you’re thinking maybe someone’s playing Mad About Me again. The fourth time it plays you’re either thinking ‘whoa someone just played Mad About Me FOUR TIMES or at least someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.’ So the fifth time is the kicker, alright?
Now, Luke and I we’re watching the entire diner at this point, alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on. And we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in like a booth with his stupid kids jumping around, and he’s like staring at his blue milk cup like this, and he’s been onto us since the beginning. And he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking, and he had this look on his face like, aw, like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management. And he’s staring like this, and the fourth song fades out. It’s dead quiet. Then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins very quietly…
DOO-DOO, DOO-DOO, DOO DOO DOOOO and he goes GOD DAMN IT and pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my best friend Luke and what a genius he was because when we first walked into the diner, okay? When we first got there and I’m punching in the Mad About Me’s alright? I’ve punched in like 7 at this point then Luke says to me ‘hey hey hey before you punch in another Mad About Me let’s drop in one Lapti Nek.’
Oh yes. That is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven Mad About Me. In a row - It played seven times. Suddenly - Dum da dum, LAAAAAPTI NEK and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like the liberation of Ryloth. You know for years scientists have wondered can you make grown sentients weep tears of joy by playing Max Rebo’s Lapti Nek and the answer is yes you can. Provided that it is preceded by seven Mad About Me. It’s true. Dead honest.
And on the other hand. When we went back. Holy shit. Lapti Nek fades out. It’s dead quiet. DOO-DOO, DOO-DOO people went insane. People went out of their minds. No one could handle it. No one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like ‘yup some frak as always.’ They kicked out the band after eleven plays. And that was the best meal I ever had. -Biggs Darklighter
they are a witch’s two familars and have never gotten along, but one day the witch disappears and so they must go on a cross-country search in order to bring her home. along the way, the cat learns to loosen up while the crow gains worldly experience, and they both become better friends
Why can’t we just load ozone into planes and basically crop dust the sky?
Ozone is heavier than air, so it would just cover the ground and poison a lot of people. The reason the ozone layer doesn’t fall down is that the ozone in the ozone layer is actually constantly being destroyed and formed anew from oxygen under ultraviolet sunlight. At lower altitudes there’s not enough ultraviolet light to produce enough ozone to match the rate at which it would be destroyed again.
also, ozone concentration is highest in the upper stratosphere, which is over 150,000 feet in altitude, whereas most commercial airplanes fly at about 35,000 to 40,000 feet
Hail Norman as the new courier/ruler of the Mojave Wasteland who runs it with an iron fist but is feared because of all the settlements he has run out of the place or slaughtered, managed to talk the leader of an entire army out of war and asked his robot friend to throw another guy off of the dam
also he ate over hundreds of people but thats a different story
the funniest thing in the entire pirates of the caribbean series is definitely that one scene in At World’s End where they have parlay but davy jones is part of it, and rather than have him stand in the shallows or something they get a big bucket of water and have in stand on it on shore
who thought of that idea? who thought “put davy jones in a bucket of water” and had the guts to suggest it aloud? and then who went “hey that sounds like a great idea!”
at some point someone told davy jones their idea was for him to stand in a bucket of water and he agreed to it
*stands majestically in a bucket*
ok but notice the trail of buckets behind him meaning he walked from the ocean through three other buckets of water before he got into the one hes standing in
It’s even funnier when you consider how he must have figured all this out in the first place.
Some folks are asking “well, if he can avoid the no-dry-land curse simply by standing in a bucket, doesn’t that ruin his whole motivation?”, but he’s not on dry land here.
The parley takes place on a sandbar - which, for the unfamiliar, is a temporary “island” of sand deposited by breaking waves, unconnected with the shore, that spends most of its time submerged, being exposed only at low tide.
What Jones is doing here is rules-lawyering his curse. Can you imagine the trial and error he must have gone through in order to determine that this would actually work?
“Okay, do islands count as dry land? How about parts of the shore below the high tide mark? Reefs? Shoals? What if I stand in a pool of water on a shoal? Does it have to be seawater, or will any water do? Does it have to be a natural tidepool, or can it be something artificial, like a bucket?”
What I am saying is that there must have been a process.
Pretty sure that this implies that the reverse - a bucket of sand, floating on the water (big bucket with just a bit of sand), would qualify as dry land. That’s absurd, so I’m pretty sure that his lawyer pulled a fast one over the curse governor.
It may be absurd, but the text of the film bears it out. Davy Jones can sense the presence of his heart while it’s at sea, but not while it’s on land (indeed, that’s why he buried it on land in the first place: to break his connection with it) - yet placing the heart in a simple jar of dirt conceals it from Jones’ awareness just as surely as burial on land does, even if the jar is on a boat at the time. Suitably prepared vessels filled with dirt absolutely count as dry land for the purpose of Jones’ curse.
Then the reverse should also be true. If he buried it in a jar of water, no matter how far inland it is, he would be able to sense it. So by this logic, any container of seawater counts as not dry land, ergo, the bucket is a perfectly viable loophole.
