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If he weren't a friend, I'd be dismayed at the callous manner in which this fellow appropriated the Hands of Fate™ movie rating system.

Be advised: link leads to a MySpace site.

Oh, and: an interminable lame-fest of pudgy hobbits and fey little elf-boys blundering around in a CGI-enhanced forest warrants considerably more than "zero" on the "Hands of Fate" scale. More like, three-and-a-half. Nah, without Orson Bean or Hans Conreid, make that a four out of five.

Anyway, go to his MySpace site and spam him. Nicely. He's one of my "IRL" friends from Oregon. I'd do it myself, but so far I've successfully resisted the temptation to surrender to the dark side by opening a MySpace account.


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Jun. 8th, 2006 04:07 pm (UTC)

Jun. 8th, 2006 10:34 pm (UTC)
Perhaps I misunderstood the assignment?
I left two comments, telling him "all his manos hand are belong to us," and identified myself as a mannequin and true developer of the Manos Hand of Fate rating system, together with a hearse-driving ex-Springfield-ite.

Both my posts were deleted.

::chuckle:: You'd think I said something STRANGE!

NOTE TO SELF: Next time, use more "blink" and "marquee" tags.

Jun. 9th, 2006 05:34 am (UTC)
Re: Perhaps I misunderstood the assignment?
Yes, I saw your posts, and laughed heartily. Later I noticed they'd been deleted.

He sent me an email claiming to have originated the "Torgo" system long ago. Perhaps he had, but we never discussed it. I know that I discussed the "Hands of Fate" system with him; and I know that the mannequin was an integral part of the creative process; so I don't think I am mistaken as to how the "Hands of Fate" system developed, or usurping credit where none is due.

Actually, none is due. I mean, come on, like... who cares? Me, you, and Alexander Fleming's dog. Which, appropriately enough, he stole from a friend, if I recall correctly.

Anyway, I particularly relished the "editorial correction." If one is to be ungrammatical, one must be properly ungrammatical. As a professional subtitle author, you are more familiar with this concept than most.

Alas, this friend spends far too much time alone (as might be surmised by examining his MySpace). His loneliness, sad to say, occasionally leads him to come to genuinely believe that ideas he has heard or read are self-generated. Lack of external stimulation (outside the mind-numbing, soul-squelching miasma of mediocrity that is the Postal Service) leads to too much time trapped within one's own head.

And I guess I forgot that this guy takes the internet WAAAY too seriously sometimes. I mean... well, I won't go into it. But, yeah, I should have remembered that.

I chastised him lightly for the deletions as soon as I noticed them, letting him know that in the world of MySpace, he was unlikely to ever again have the opportunity to interact with a member of such wit, intelligence, and droll sarcastic talent... the very things on which my friend prides himself and the talents he respects in others.

He hates it when people make references he doesn't get, however; that may hae been part of it.

Oh well, you tried. For what it's worth, I enjoyed your efforts.

I just gotta stop trying to introduce others into my peculiar little internet world of erudite intellectualism/pre-teen giggly yay-ness. It's kind of a Tom Wolfe Electric Kool-aid Acid Test thing: you're either on the bus or off the bus. I'm really enjoying this long, strange trip... but it's not for everyone.
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