• I've mostly stuck to the no-budget self-producing angle for online vids, but I am definitely starting to branch out. Appreciate the heads-up. I'll be keeping all this in mind.

• It would be incredibly ironic (and funny) if he <i>did</i> die in hospital after this. What a dick!

• This is for my wife. She was assaulted back in August, I won't go into details but the guy who is accused of attacking her is claiming innocent despite the fact he was filmed on 6 CCTV cameras, his (now) former employer, is testifying against him. My wife is incredibly tense about everything she, hates the idea of this guy getting in trouble (despite the fact that like I said on 6 plus cameras he shoved, thumped and abused her, So we're in court on Friday, we arrive late, and when then accused discovers we arrived late suddenly he develops "chest pains" first aiders check him out, ambulance crew check him out, blood pressure good, heart rate good, but no he gets carted off to hospital just in case, and the court case is off till mid march. So Hulk smash. Some idiot gets to try and get off an assault charge by moaning about a tummy Ache. My marvel loving wife needs two months off before this twat gets his just deserts. So she deserves some Hulk action. Or at least a t-shirt.

• *dies* I am totally stealing that.

• I have been playing D&D for 17 years now and I understand your pain. As a side note the monster in question was either Atropal (CR 30) or an Atropal Scion (CR 11). Either way he was gunning for you.

• So. Much. Win. Give her a big hug from all of us.

• when i tried to post an entry for this contest about how my retarded cousin decived me to watch norbit in the teather because i convinced him to not watch transformers in theaters (movie that he loves) and i forgot to put the name of the movie (norbit) on my entry.

• NP. There are actually a LOT of free screenwritering software (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_screenwriting_software) but Celtx and Zhura are the only 1s with communities that might take the time to review your works. However I don't think either of them handle copy/pasting between very well... Have you submitted your screenplay to any of the contests that try to put it in the hands of a director, if you win?

• my girlfriends cat peed on my issues of the hulk where the rulk is introduced. drawn by ed mcguinness. I FUCKING LOVE ED MCGUINNESS.

• I currently write custom computer quotes for a living. I did one for a sales rep that was an mini-ITX box because she needed a small form factor, with everything integrated. She emails me after getting the quote asking if the computer has half height cards. I ask her what she means by "has half height cards," everything is integrated, there are no cards in it. Did she mean does it require half height cards? What did she mean? She replied by copying and pasting the Wikipedia entry define what a half-height card was. Several emails later after explaining to her several times that there were no cards at all in the system but if you were to put one in it would indeed have to be a half height card, she still replied back with "but to confirm, does it have half height cards?"

• HELL YEAH!!

• I know that it's maybe a little too late, but here goes. <i><b>STARGATE *effing* UNIVERSE</i></b>. There! I said it! They killed off SGA for that drek?!? Hell, they've killed off the FRANCHISE for this. Action? No. Adventure? No. Consistant writing? No. Loads of spaceships and visiting other planets? No. People pulling together to overcome difficulties? No (The <i>SHIP</i> is the only 'character' to actually pull a solution out of it's @$$). Whiny, self-absorbed, unlikeable characters? Yes. Shouting matches instead of conversations? Yes. Women whose only role is to cry and back-down? Yes. Yes, SG1 and SGA did had their share of cliched characters and tropes, but at least something happened in their stories. And don't get me started on the magic stones crap! RRRARRRRGGGHHHH! HULK SMASH PUNY CHLOE!

• Actually, up to now it's just been a specially templated MS Word with designs on potential Final Draft, but now that you've shown me those two, I'm gonna have to check them out. Appreciate it!

• ...wait, has the timestamp for the site adjusted itself? I could swear it said 12:00:05 before, but now it says 12:00:56!

• Last time I really hulked out was actualy the day I came across this site. Around two years ago I was a grunt Marine bored in the mojave desert looking for images of the upcoming dragonball movie. I found them along with a strong depression that lasted for three days. I couldn't believe it. How fucking dare they do this to us fans? I knew it wasn't gonna be perfect but god damn. It had the pontential to be, there I say it "bigger than star wars". That night I bought I bottle of my super soldier serum (whiskey)and unleashed my inner hulk out in my room. I fucked up everything in site with my bloody iron fists. Even the metal studs in the walls had no mercy. When i calmed down, I no bull shit cried my self to sleep. I blamed the damages to the room on a drunken samoan that broke in. PMO(Millitary police) belived me, true story.

• Last time I really hulked out was actualy the day I came across this site. Around two years ago I was a grunt Marine bored in the mojave desert looking for images of the upcoming dragonball movie. I found them along with a strong depression that lasted for three days. I couldn't believe it. How fucking dare they do this to us fans? I knew it wasn't gonna be perfect but god damn. It had the pontential to be, there I say it "bigger than star wars". That night I bought I bottle of my super soldier serum (whiskey)and unleashed my inner hulk out in my room. I fucked up everything in site with my bloody iron fists. Even the metal studs in the walls had no mercy. When i calmed down, I no bull shit cried my self to sleep. I blamed the damages to the room on a drunken samoan that broke in. PMO(Millitary police) belived me, true story.

• Last time I really hulked out was actualy the day I came across this site. Around two years ago I was a grunt Marine bored in the mojave desert looking for images of the upcoming dragonball movie. I found them along with a strong depression that lasted for three days. I couldn't believe it. How fucking dare they do this to us fans? I knew it wasn't gonna be perfect but god damn. It had the pontential to be, there I say it "bigger than star wars". That night I bought I bottle of my super soldier serum (whiskey)and unleashed my inner hulk out in my room. I fucked up everything in site with my bloody iron fists. Even the metal studs in the walls had no mercy. When i calmed down, I no bull shit cried my self to sleep. I blamed the damages to the room on a drunken samoan that broke in. PMO(Millitary police) belived me, true story.

• Shit... five seconds over the limit... hope Rob will consider my entry.

• ohmygah... this one time at band camp...

• It was Christmas at my in-laws. We decided to play Pictionary. During the game play my pregant wife and her brother started talking about the odds of rolling some number in a row. Was it adding or multiplying to find the probability? It didn't matter. Her brother declared it was one way and that he just finished some statistics class so he knew what was the right answer. She tried to think/ talk the process with him but it turned into a huge argument. At that time, I didn't care for my in-laws much. Seeing my horomonal pregnant wife crying, ignited my gamma rays and I was ready to take him down. Instead I got our coats and told her it was time to leave.

• Last summer when I finally found a copy of Soul Calibur 3, I was playing through the story mode as Maxi. While fighting Mitsurugi the computer was a cheating fucking bastard and beat me unfairly for nearly a goddamn hour straight! I was so pissed that I took a broken fan that we were throwing out and smashed it to hell in the garage. It was a twisted pile of metal and plastic when I was done. Hulk fucking smashed.

• Okay. Okay. I'm an equal-opportunity geek. I watch anime, play video games, read some comic books, and reference Shakespeare, Homer, and Douglas Adams alike at any given opportunity. I love science fiction, like fantasy, and respect the Classics, from Deloreans to Joes. ...I'm also twenty-three, female, and unfortunately shackled to the MOST STUPID age/gender bracket in existence. I may be a fan and a girl, but despite being a mostly gentle person, FANGIRLS send me into a white-hot aggressive geek rage. Complexity, subtlety, history, and canon mean nothing to them. Nothing is sacred. Nothing is beyond their reach. I've given up anime fandom entirely because I started having nightmares. If I ever hear another theory about Link and male!Sheik, I'm going to go nuclear on someone's ass. And God help me, I like the show Supernatural. I'm not a pervert, so I didn't even consider the stuff I've seen fans say about it. When I accidentally read some girl's fucked-up gushing about the "sizzling, sexy chemistry" when a possessed father telekinetically crushed his son's internal organs while said man begged for him to stop...after I stopped screaming at the walls, I would've eradicated my WHOLE GODDAMN GENDER GENERATION just to stop the plague from spreading to the future. Fangirls make me ashamed to be a female geek. OF ANYTHING.

• I've been picking my brain for a suitable nerdrage moment for the past few days. As the fates would have it a more than appropriate moment would arise moments before this contest ended. I share a house with a roommate who is less than tech savvy, techtarded if you will. Being my roommate he of course shares the same home network as me. This is an odd pairing since I work for an ISP. We have our small moments weekly where I am forced to ask him to fix the cesspool of malware that his machine is. Tonight however it finally came to a tee. I was attempting to log into my favorite MMO and was getting ridiculously slow speeds. I attempted to log in to my router and was shocked to find out that I was unable to even log in, since someone else was already logged in... FROM AN UNKNOWN IP. I promptly reset the router and set to work of locking down all of the appropriate security settings. I did notice a pesky limewire port forwarding setting in the list and after promptly disabled it, approached my roommate about it. His response as he sat at his machine was simply "I only use the computer for youtube". At this point I was already upset as this has been going on for far too long, so I asked,"How then does your computer have a bigger viral load than the red light district? Have you been using P2P?" Straight faced and clearly still playing dumb (dumber than usual) he simply replied, "No?" I had no other choice but to rub his face in it like some pathetic unhousetrained puppy. This would be his network training. When I pulled up our port forwarding settings and pointed out his LAN IP with limewire in clear text next to it, he had nothing more to say but "Sorry, sometimes I use limewire, I forgot". He agreed to allow me to uninstall the application. Thinking I had ended the madness for the night, I went back to my own computer and attempted to log in. The bandwith was again shot. I logged into the router, and there it was, plaintext in the log, port 6346 being enabled with a timestamp and everything... Rather than Hulk SMASSSHHHING him, I just disabled his MAC... This should provide for some decent latency for at least another week till he figures out how to use google...

• She's a keeper... Martian Manhunter rocks!

• Oh I raged to HULK capacity once, a couple years ago. Like all good Magic players I would frequent my local game shop. I had been tooling around with a new deck, and was in search of a particular card. Yes I could easily by the individual card at an exorbant fee, but I enjoyed the thrill of opening a new pack of cards to find my prize. As such, I was waiting in line to make a purchase, when a friend of mine showed up. Being nice I let him cut as we discussed cards and decks. I relayed my need for that one particular card, and he in turn mentioned the possibility of a trade if he by chance would get it. Well, after purchasing one pack, the final one in their box, he went to open it while I finished. I purchased 3 packs from a newly opened box. To make this quick, he got the card, played it in one of his decks, liked it enough he decided to keep it. I burned and raged, kindness had taken the card from my grasp, my one singular nice moment and the card I sought for had been stripped from me. And as my friend left the shop, I pondered if it would be possible to drop a large object on him, or maybe pyromania, because if I couldn't have the card nobody could. I have since received help for this terrible addiction.

• When trying to help developer use ClearCase when it is painfully obvious they haven't paid attention to the training.

• That's a beating! Love the ringtone. Fuck your mgr, there is no accounting for taste in this world we live in.

• Though, admittedly, I don't know it it works the same for SquareEnix games...

• I'm gonna quote directly (emphasis added) from Nintendo here: http://www.nintendo.com/corp/legal.jsp Can I Download a Nintendo ROM from the Internet if I Already Own the Authentic Game? There is a good deal of misinformation on the Internet regarding the backup/archival copy exception. It is not a "second copy" rule and is often mistakenly cited for the proposition that if you have one lawful copy of a copyrighted work, you are entitled to have a second copy of the copyrighted work even if that second copy is an infringing copy. The backup/archival copy exception is a very narrow limitation relating to a copy being made by the rightful owner of an authentic game to ensure he or she has one in the event of damage or destruction of the authentic. Therefore, whether you have an authentic game or not, or whether you have possession of a Nintendo ROM for a limited amount of time, i.e. 24 hours, <b>it is illegal to download and play a Nintendo ROM from the Internet</b>. It basically says it's ALWAYS illegal to download ROMs from the internet... but not to make a copy of your EXISTING cartage.

• So you write films too? Do you use Celtx or Zhura communities? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtx http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhura

• When I read that there was a planned western remake of Akira and that Neo-Tokyo was going to be New Manhattan I was pretty fucked off. When I carried on reading and found that they were going to change Tetsuo to Travis I punched the wall denting the plaster board and roared so loud "I am Travis!?" that I could've flayed skin from bone.

• On a fine Hawaii morning, stuck at work, I was angry at the world from the utter self-inflicted mental retardation of my gaming group, and even more the people who were not even technicians who thought they could "tune-up" my electronics system. Dealing with dumbasses and people that just made me work over-time while on a business trip to Paradise killed my day. I took out my agression by shouldering into a safe. It was full of electronic components and welded to the deck. Unfortunately,I blew it off its welds and tipped it over, where it landed on the bulkhead. Needless to say I couldn't put it back up. When the time came to correct it, five males had to lift it into place-one of whom was my future husband. I earned the name She-Hulk, as nobody can explain how a size 8 female did so much damage. My punishment is that I have to drive around with an Incredible Hulk Heroclix figure on my dashboard, and living with a spouse who refers to my hulk-out as a bull-moose in heat.

• The sequel is not what you should be mad over.. you should be mad over how it had Biggest opening day gross (US and Canada)... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highest_Grossing_Movies As someone who even hopes to be a director... this hurts my soul... Aside from that your all WAY to hard on Twilight. It's not a bad book, though only the sarcasm is good... But seriously THINK about it... the main character is a girl who has a boyfriend who is OBSESSIVELY committed to her and wants to be with her and love her forever. It's a girls equivalent to porn... Did you all just learn something?

• The last time I hulked out was while playing GTA 4... Playing ANY GTA story mission is pretty much an exercise in masochism... One time while playing GTA SA I punched hard wood 3 times because I was so angry... my knuckles took forever to heal... Also GTA 4 sucked in comparison to previous GTAs. I'll make a list Cons: 1. No jets 2. No places OTHER than city 3. No huge selection of fun cheats 4. No jetpack 5. No GOOD helicopter mechanics (vice city is STILL the only good 1...) 6. No tank (without downloadable content) 7. No good motorcycles (again without dc) 8. The camera is bad is small places... 9. They removed the better targeting system from SA Pros: 1. Better graphics/physics/(some say)more realistic I can't figure it out... why was everyone taken in by those alone?? The game was a huge step down for the series!! Also my computer makes me hulk so much so often I think it's eventually going to break me and I strip naked and run around in the forest all day having sex with trees...

• I was at work, you know just waiting for some idiot to come up and complain that their Blu ray disc didn't work in a DVD player, and my coworker was taking some broken stuff to the back. She grabbed an Optimus Prime mask and said "Hey look, I'm Darth Vader!" I would've smashed her in half, but I was too horrified at this atrocious case of mistaken identity. I needed three hours and comfort from a fellow Jedi to overcome my distress.

• Jeez, how do people even GET that fucked up?

• Much anger do I sense in this thread. Portend well for the systems this anguish does not. Fear do I that seduced by the dark side many will be. Perhaps conflict for balance we shall once more see. Pray should you that I am misaken, hmmmmmm.

• about two minutes ago. when i couldn't figure out how to differentiate y=1/2 tanx sin2x this is my second time taking calc 2 due to an incomplete...but c'mon! i should know this crap! why am i even doing this to myself anyway? HULK SMASH CALCULUS!!!!

• The letter I wrote to DC Comics complaining about "Batman: Holy Terror" while I was in seminary. The Elseworlds is based on the fact the Puritans were in charge of England and never gave up the American colonies. So they have bishops and the inquisition and all these gothic churches for Batman to run around in. EXCEPT THE PURITANS HATED HIGH CHURCH! They never would have used all the Catholic devotions and offices, because they hated all that ceremony. Even now, after being a priest for 17 years, it still gets me mad.

• As my 21st birthday approached, I had planned that my friends and I would go to a local one screen cinema pub so I could enjoy a few beers and take in a good second run film. I was hoping that they would possibly be playing Fantastic Mr. Fox, Bad Lieutenant, Brothers, or something worthwhile. Well, we get to the cinema and I discovered the worst case scenario: they were playing Old Dogs. OLD DOGS! FUCKING OLD DOGS! Even recounting the fact that spent my 21st birthday watching that flaming piece of shit infuriates me to no end. So, as I sat there, with my friends, the audience, and myself quickly becoming upset that we put money into watching this poor excuse for a film, I clenched my teeth, drank heavily, and hoped the alcohol would dull the pain.

• Last night the husband and I were watching a foreign fantasy (Wolfhound) till late. Once the movie ends he wants to get frisky and puts on Adult Swim because "here's your aphrodisiac" -an ill-timed jab at the fact that I love anime. Ill-timed because the show he put on was Boondocks -not anime and something I absolutely HATE and have hated since it's inception. Not to mention, the scene on the screen was nothing but 2 old fat guys talking... I saw it and felt my libido shrivel. So the first thing out of my mouth is "I want to slap you." 'Cause I did. But does he attempt to recover the evening's passions with a little humility or at least a change of scene? No, he proceeds to get pissy at me since I interrupted him making his moves, because he offended my geeky little habit. He proceeds to leave the room with a defensive and insincere, "I'm sorry I offended YOUR anime." And really, this righteous indignation is a total joke coming from a guy who spends hours playing Civ IV and has hundreds of dollars of comics spread all over his den. I was so pissed that after writing a bitch email I had to stay up even later watching more anime just dissipate the rotten feel of it all.

• Odd as it may sound, Superman is the only person that have made me wish to go hulk on someone. Some years ago, I spent a summer living and working in my wife's hometown. It's a small town and it wasn't easy to find a good job, so I had to take a job as a telemarketer. I hated it, but my only sunshine was that it worked another nerd there to. He wasn't really great by nerd standards, but beggars can't be choosers. One of the last days on the job before returning to my hometown, we were discussing favourite movies and he mentioned Superman Returns that recently had hit theatres. I hadn't planned to go and see the movie - as a Superman-lover, I was sure to be dissapointed and hadn't got any good impression of it - but here a fellow nerd actually was recomending it. Maybe I had been to harsh on the movie? "Are you sure?" I asked. "It's better than Citizin Kane." Better than Citizin Kane? Holy black and white smoke, Batman! If it was so good, it would even make up for all the horrible years as a kid when you had to explain to the bigger kids why you liked a superhero who couldn't even put on his underwear in a normal fashion, instead of a cool hero like Spider-Man. Some broken parts of my soul would finally heal. When I got home, I told my wife that we had to see Superman Returns ASAP and that it would be the greatest movie we would see in our entire lives. Maybe the greatest experience ever. Better than Citizen Kane! We didn't have time to see it until we returned to my hometown, but I talked about the movie to my wife at every opportunity. Soon, we would see the second coming of christ. And we went to see the movie. ... .... ..... .... ... I tried to tell my wife several times how sorry I was and that I would make it up to her to bring her the hide of the nerd who lied to me... I I COULD FIND IT AFTER SMASHING THE PUNY HUMAN AND HIS WHOLE BLOCK TO A PULP WITH MY BARE HAAAAAAAAAAANDS! My wife wasn't impressed. :( ... .... ..... .... ... I still wake her once a month in the middle of the night to tell her how angry I am.

• ---This one's a bit of a long story, but it's my angriest I've ever been during my adolescence, nerd-related or otherwise. It all started the summer before I started high school, when I was trying out for JV soccer. My brother, two years older than me and on varsity, badmouthed me the whole time and roughed me up a bit. So when I got home, I went into his room and dumped his baseball cards all over his bed (an appropriate response in my nerd mind). He retaliated by snapping the wings off my X-wing and TIE-fighter models, and stomping on and cracking my Millennium Falcon model in his attempt to break it in half. I was enraged. We fought as I tried to barge into his room to shred his cards until my mom caught us and confined us to the couch until my dad came home. When he did, our parents took us both aside to our rooms. I got my dad. ---After giving the standard lines about how what we did was wrong and how violence doesn't solve anything, he came at me with a line about how in the end my brother may have ended up doing me a favor. Apparently this was the appropriate time for him to tell me that I was getting too old for sci-fi fantasy stories and that going into high school, it might be a good idea to find normal, "healthy" hobbies like my brother, in an effort to be popular like him. He told me that the transition to high school gave me an opportunity to re-brand myself as more mainstream. To illustrate, he pointed out that no one of consequence brandished their early involvement in nerdy things after achieving success the way they did about, say, sports. I was floored. Here was my dad, the supposed vanguard against negative peer influences, pedaling the "don't do it if it's not cool" line. My dad. The man who appreciated more than anyone how much I wanted those models, how expensive they were, how much time and energy I put into their construction, and how proud I was of them. Then he delivered the piece de resistance: "After all, your mother wants grandchildren one day." After that he chuckled and gave me one of those shoulder punches before taking me out to the hallway. ---He set me face to face with my brother who was brought out by my mom to exchange apologies. My brother went first, with that smug look that screamed insincerity. When he was done, I was so angry that I could only choke out an apology from between clenched teeth. My suddenly eagle-eyed folks noticed this and told me that my brother was being grown up about this, so I should be too. I couldn't take it. I stormed off to my room and barricaded myself there until the next day. For that, I bought myself two weeks grounding, compared to my brother's one week. ---Never did I want to smash something so badly in my life. I wanted to smash some of my brother's sports memorabilia to wipe that smile off his face and make him appreciate how I felt in a language he understood. I wanted to smash because my habit of sulking when angry never seemed to be taken as seriously by my parents as my brother's habit of screaming, which made them France to his Hitler. I wanted to smash so my parents would appreciate how I felt about having the important things I identified with be condescended to. Don't get me wrong. I have a loving family and we get along great. But for whatever reason, that episode is burned into my mind.

• Everytime I think about Mortal Kombat. They keep and keep shitting on my favorite childhood franchise! Zombie Liu Kang? Zombie LIU KANG! ZOMBIE LIU KAAAaaaaaaAAANG!!! I'm better now. MK vs DC? MK VS DC?? MK VS F***ING WONDER WOMAN AND LEX LUTHOR?!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!

• Because I'm lazy, I frequently have the problem of wandering around the house trying to find a moderately tidy spot to sit down and read a book only to find, everywhere I go, stacks of comics, hastily set up action figures (and their packaging), unread mail, paperback literature, bird shit, dirty dishes, electronic whosits and whatsits, articles of clothing (especially socks), and naturally the discarded implements of failed attempts at cleaning up. I can't find a single spot unmolested by the chaos where I can sit peacefully undistracted by the crap of my life. You see, in addition to being lazy, I'm a neat freak at heart. A clean, well-ordered room is like fucking Lothlorien for me; I am the odd couple. I see all this mess and, in my wrath, just start throwing everything anywhere I can out of sight--in closets, behind boxes, piled all in one room--because I just can't take it! Growls, foot-stomping, and punched walls have been known to occur. I just want to read in peace! What's that you say? I'm complaining about a mess, so I start making a bigger mess in response to it? Yeah, now you see the logic in defusing conflict by inserting a giant green rageaholic with retard strength into the situation.

• A fair point but she clearly saw all we had was two six packs, she was well aware of the time and chose that exact moment to do a drawer drop? Then making us wait almost ten minutes no less?

• So, at this last year's AWA, we were hitting up the dealer room on Sunday to try to spend another good $100 or so on nerdy stuff we don't need. We come across a table selling manga. They're not runnng any clearance specials like the other tables, but they've got pretty much the entire Legend of Zelda manga series. And so we're picking them all out, and we're more than happy to drop like $40 right there. We go to the guy to pay only to find out that he's like the only dealer we've come across that doesn't take cards. Okay, fine. One of us will run to the ATM to get cash. As soon as the word "ATM" leaves my mouth, though, he snatches all the volumes and starts stocking them again without saying a single word to us. RAGE. Okay, well, it would either be that time at AWA, or last year at another convention. My boyfriend and I are cosplaying The Sorrow and The Boss (during Virtuous Mission), respectively, from MGS3. And almost everywhere I went, people kept calling me Big Boss. I'm a woman! I was wearing a blonde wig! What the fuck is wrong with you people!?

• Ah, see, where I live, the computers have internal programming to where unless the liquor is in the purchase occuring at midnight, it will not register an alcohol sale. The computer's also tell us when to change the register till's. So, begging the cashier won't do any good, since the computer probably locked the sales.

• Okay, so right after I typed that ridiculous piece of text, I remembered the last time I really wanted to HULK OUT over something nerdy and important. So this is my real entry. The last time I wanted to HULK OUT was when I went to see X-Men Origins: Wolverine during the opening midnight showing. I was so excited to see a movie about my second-favorite comic book character starring the only man worthy of playing him. It was towards the end of the movie where they reveal what they did to Deadpool. WHAT IN ZUES' BEARD WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?! Ryan Reynolds played the character perfectly and then they thought it was necessary to go and go and make all these unnecessary, dumbass changes to an awesome character. LASER BEAM EYES?! Deadpool's not goddamn Cyclops! Why in the world would they think it was okay to do what they did with the end of that movie?! The worst part was, after voicing my opinion of this after the movie, my friend turns to me and says "The director can do whatever he wants to the movie, it's HIS movie, it's his job and his vision," to which I angerly retorted "NO! IT'S THE DIRECTORS JOB TO NOT SCREW UP BELOVED COMIC BOOK CHARACTERS AND TO PLEASE THE MASSES."

• I had BOOK RAGE recently too, when I picked up The Somnambulist. Every character, whether Gov agent, magician detective, or BUM, all spoke with an inhuman vocabulary. And...Good God that ending was the biggest piece of crap Ive ever read.

• I hate hipsters too bro. God damn them.

• The last time I wanted to HULK-OUT was when I didn't win the HULK SMASH contest on Topless Robot!!! I WAS SO CLOSE!! I ALMOST HAD THE HIGH SCORE AND EVERYTHING!!!!!

• So last week, first week of classes, I was in my principles of lit 2 class fucking around on my laptop while my teacher droned about Genisis. At some point he starts to talk about the reconstruction of sentance structure to create prose n what not. One of the students, a girl, refferences Yoda, and the teacher eats it up: talking about the way yoda speaks for like 5 mins. At the end of it he says "And then you find out that Luke and Yoda were actually in the belly of a dragon or something right?" Ok so I was a Die-hard fan of the original Star Wars flicks in 3rd-7th grade (lost interest when craptacular Menace came out), and I of course knew he was mixing up Dagoba and the astroid worm in Empire. Of course I stay quiet bc I actually found it funny and really didnt give two shits....BUT....this OTHER girl, about 5 seats to my left, starts, very audibly, huffing and puffing about the mix up. I shit you not she was having a mini break down. "OMG OMG OMG" *breathes loudly* I can't...I can't believe..OMG". SO Not only were there two girls in my class who are apparently into Star Wars, but one lost her shit and had a melt down when a mistake was made. This tickled me sideways and managed to make my day regardless of awful gf issues.

• Book rage! That is truly terrible. I remember being furious for one Howard Philips Lovecraft for "The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath." I was well over 100 pages in before realizing I'd been reading nothing but dense descriptions and no dialogue at all. I chucked the thing across the room!

• If I win do you think they would give out a Blu-Ray instead of DVD?

• I hate hipsters. They are way too douchey for me to stand. They are so superior because they are so unique (I am aware you can't be more unique or so unique, just emphasizing). They have their ironic clothes that they bought second hand and there American Spirit cigarettes cause they are "healthy" cigarettes. They act like they are smarter than everyone. Oooh they make me so angry. I truly hate them for their superior attitude and I want to HULK SMASH everyone of them. In fact I get very un-nerdy and very agro-bro when I'm around them when I am drunk. Being a 245 lb drunk abominable nerd seems to be quite intimidating cause none of them have actually said a God Damn thing to me as I go off on their douchey hipster way. I actually don't know what I would do if one of them actually did something. Probably just get my ass kicked but there is some satisfaction when they get all scared by me. Any way, yeah. I want to Hulk out on hipsters, fucking douches!

• Probably Yesterday afternoon and today... I've been trying to rack up my brain to find an anecdote about me hulking out... (can't use my crappy reward since I used that on a previous contest...) So here it is: I CAN'T FIGURE OUT ANYTHING THAT HAS PISSED ME OFF AS MUCH AS THIS CONTEST!! I broke my headset trying to figure out a story worthy of a TR shirt... I WANT MY VERY OWN FREAKING TOPLESS ROBOT SHIRT!!!

• Have you ever gotten into a book that you really didn't like? I don't often, but this one time, I did. I don't know what it was about this book, the plot wasn't great, the character's weren't paticularly likeable, but I was too far into the book by the time I realized this to put the damned thing down. EVER. I don't know why, I just, I COULDN'T. I blew off my boyfriend and parties over this thing for over a week. And then, one long Sunday afternoon of being anti-social, I reach the end of the book. Or, it WOULD have, IF THE LAST THREE CHAPTERS WHERE EVERYTHING WAS WRAPPED UP HADN'T JUST FAILED TO BE PUT IN! I bought the book new, and the pages weren't torn, I checked, they were just... Missing. Over a week of my life gone to not even find out what happened in this stupid book. Oh, and when I went to the book store to see if I could get a replacement copy, they were out. And wouldn't credit me for it because I didn't have my recipt still. Because I had bought it weeks ago. HULK SMASH STUPID BOOK

• A few years ago my brother in law came over to play video games. We have a shared Ultimate Alliance save file and since he lives over two hours away we were psyched to play, but we're missing the most important thing: I was out of beer. It's 10:30 p.m. and the state I live in has some weird ass liquor laws. They stop selling at 11 sharp. So at 10:45 we make it to the store, the beer is all the way at the back of this consumer monstrosity. We are practically running. We grab a couple of six packs and rush to the front. One checkout is open at this point. One guy is ahead of us. He's checked out, he pays, he takes his receipt. It's 10:52. The checkout girl calls for a CSM because she has to do a drawer drop. It takes nine minutes for them to change out the drawers. We tried to argue our case about the drawer not being our fault. We were at the checkout before time ran out, but no dice. One damn minute past.

• My son is a cub scout and his den's name is the dark knights. At the end of each year there is a dinner and ceremony with a theme based on the name of the "graduating" den. So their name is the dark knights, so we need some batman stuff for table decorations. Easy right? Just go to walmart. Yeah, no. So with my son, daughter and one other kid from his pack in tow i go to the action figure isle and find no batman. Lots of other crap but no batman. I see a guy stocking so i ask him. "Where is the batman stuff?". He tells me there is none because they only stock according to what movie is coming out next and as i can plainly see there is a ton of spiderman because #4 is coming out "like any week now" and its not my fault because im a chick so hes sure i dont keep up with this kind of thing. Well this was THE SAME DAY the article came out announcing the death of spiderman 4. Which even if it hadnt been killed would have been no where near release. But the chick thing killed me. I launched into a fullblown bitch fit grabbed a spiderman box and while shaking it in the guy's face yelled at him for 15 or so minutes about women, nerds (and yeah i'm a huge nerd), comic books (my collection and knowledge) and his general waste of oxygen as a life form. I ended by telling him that next time he better just say "no ma'am we dont have any" and run away. I turn around and my son's friend looks at the guy and goes..."Damn dude you just got killed" and started laughing. So the guy is standing there silent as i hand him the spiderman package with two 10 yr old boys and a 7 yr old girl laughing at him. I didnt even feel a little bad.

• Yes. I know. Isn't it insane?

• Mississippi maybe?

• Long ago, in an age before this one, the playground was covered with children singing "Shout" and trading Garbage Pail Kids. One young man, stranger than even me the little weird girl, was being picked on by the Cobra Kai wanna-bes. His offense? Sitting atop the jungle gym and calling forth the Thundercats. Ho! It was too much. No more! I had enough of these 10-year-old jerks. Despite being less than 60lbs worth of fury, I tackled one of them. I was tossed aside like day old bread. But the strange boy, from my neighborhood no less, was encouraged by my display and stood up to the bullies. He lost...but I came back for more and won...by cheating. But I won! Hurray for the weirdos and strange kids! Thank god for red ant hills on playgrounds.

• welll.....: we used to go to the movies with my cousin and my brother each thusday. and there´s wasn´t anything good and we didn´t want to just return to our homes. I knew that a movie with eddie murphie will suck ass, but he and her stupid girlfriend convince us to go and watch it. We came out of the teather vomiting,thinking about the money and time wasted and then i watched thoose peaces of shit (my cousin and his girldfriend) mocking us.

• I work at a video and 2 instances come to mind when I want to HULK OUT!!!! Fairly recently I had a custom come in, spent almost 45 minutes with them, answered all questions, got them an Xbox 360 and 10 games ready. They made the purchase only to come back 10 minutes later to RETURN IT ALL!!! The other instance is quite and how often I have to explain to people why Mario will NEVER EVER appear on the Playstation

• You point has no logic, actually. You offer no actual point for when life begins. Since the debate was over whether it was right or wrong, your evaluation adds nothing to the topic. Rather, you simply pointed out what everyone knows is at the core of the issue, anyway. For pro-lifers, its either that its at conception or that it doesn't matter since any possibly of life life should have be left the chance to flourish. For pro-abortionists, it's a little more complex, but mostly comes down to women having a right to choose what happens to their body. For the rape-only crowd, its similar to the previous group, but gets at it from a different angel and contains a whole new can of worms. These are things everyone knows. The who debate is really just one group debating when life begins and the other debating whether it should matter. Everyone was already heated, and you just gave them all a collective 'No, really?' moment.

• Well in march of last year I pre-ordered Pokemon Platnium for my ds and I only did that because 1. I love pokemon no matter what and been playing it since blue and red version. 2. I really wanted the GIratina figure that came with it. So I went it to Toys-R-Us on the day it came out and I waited like a little girl, hell I got all giddy. Now they said that they had like 20-30 of those figures to give and there were at most 15 people there. Guess what? They ran out at my turn. Now this happens to me so I said no biggie, i'll just come back later. But the damn dude at the counter was hogging the figure to himself. Guess who else was a pokemon fan? Yea him. So I went to the counter and told the dude what the helL, Why he was hogging them all for himself. All he did was mumble something and told me to get the hell out. I said and I quote here "I payed good money for the freaking game and I want my giratina! Now give me it! I dont care that your a fan I want my god damn figure" My mom had to pull me back because I was getting a bit loud and i caught the attention of the security guard. So I didnt even get my Giratina. I was so pissed the car ride home I completly forgot to get my game which they still had so I went to my mom and told her to take me back. Guess who refused. Guess who also grounded me for putting on a show for a little toy. I got my game 2 days later but no figure and I only got it because i threw a hissy fit to go get my game. It worked but coudent play it for another month.

• Growing up, I had an extremely long list of medical problems that limited my abilities to interact with other children. So when I was in Middle School, I played a lot of collector card games like Pokemon, and Yu-Gi-Oh. I was unparalleled in skill at the time and brought home a lot of tournament prizes, made quite a few friends, and was more or less able to fit in for once in my life. When I was in the 8th grade I was given a "dream" by the Sun Shine Foundation (The original make a wish group) so I chose a trip to New York City. While I was there I wanted to visit this store I purchased cards from online. They were really nice and gave me a bunch of free stuff, I decided to pick up a few of my orders there as opposed to having them shipped, so we walked out with about 3 booster boxes of Yu-Gi-Oh cards and some assorted singles. My dad then decided this was the best time to bitch me out about spending money on cards. My mom had given me $600.00 out of the agency money for whatever I wanted to buy. I spent about 200 at this store not including the orders which my mom had already paid for. Growing up my dad would randomly walk out on us for undetermined amounts of time.. The next year he decided to do that for the longest time yet, a month. When he came back and wanted to reconcile ...he showed us his "cool new cell phone." My mom asked him who "Heather" was (She was programed into his cell phone). "That's my call girl, I took her to Victoria's Secret and spent over a thousand dollars on her.." At that point I freaked out on him pretty bad. Yelling at him over how spending 200 dollars on Yu-Gi-Oh cards when I was on a trip to make me happy about being sick was a bad thing.. but he can go out and cheat on his wife with a hooker and spend a ludicrous amount of money on gifts for her.. At that point I wish I had gamma irradiated powers so I could smash his skull in. We haven't spoken in over 5 years. Reconciliation = divorce in this case.

• I'm a belly dancer - a broke one as teaching and performing dance (especially such a niche style as mine) is not the most lucrative job ever...As a result of said low monetary gains, I have to sew most of my costumes myself; a carry-over from my days of creating ren faire garb, etc. With a show deadline approaching, my sewing machine became posessed of the devil during the construction of a zombie-inspired costume for a performance to Jonathan Coulton's Re: Your Brains. I'm getting pissed, mutting darkly, trumpeting like an angry tiny elephant (I'm a pretty small & wimpy- looking person)... Finally, the layers of my zombie belly dance atire get good and caught down in the guts of the machine. With a yell of frustration, I beasted the damn costume free, snapping a bunch of metal parts off of my sewing machine in the process. It took a while to find a sore that could order the replacement parts :P My husband to this day teases me about not "hulking out" on my machine when I start to work on a costume.

• I also just made the discovery that, since my Nan worked for marvel comics for a while, my dad had been treated to first print stock copies of Spiderman no#1, x-men no#1, the Avengers no#1 and so on, basically meaning that my Dad was in possession of the motherlode of all rare Marvel comics. So, being the enthusiastic nerd I am, I ask my Dad where this mythical collection is hidden, to which he informs me that my Nan threw them all away nearly thirty years ago! The only thing that outweighed my desire to punch a hole in the wall, was the sorrow in my Dad's voice when he told me the estimated value his comics would have today.

• That must have been a pretty surreal experience for mr. Ferrigno, being attacked by the Hulk!

• You realise thats pretty much the same motivation for the main character in disgaea 3, right?

• If you are ever intrested in playing again, I suggest trying an Emulator and ROM. You actually owned the game, so it is perfectly legal for you to use the one to play it again. I personally have about 30 games on my computer that I once owned on SNES and Sega Genesis before each of those systems broke down. I am actually playing thru FFIII, on and off, myself at the moment. Before that, I played Ogre Battle, only to realize how short my bullshit stick has become these days, as I broke two keyboards before finally giving in and stopped playing less than 5 hours into the game.

• I've been a TR reader for a couple of years now, and I've never felt like I could contribute to a contest. I am known amongst my social circle for my "rants"(mostly nerd-related to things they don't care about). Obviously, taking away the merc-with-a-mouth(s) mouth drove me nuts, but there was one moment within the last year that sent me on a rant that requires only an uttering of one simple phrase..."Matrix of Leadership". Now, I was actually entertained by the first instalment of the Bay-formers, and, as such, I went into ROTF with moderate expectations. I spent 2 hours squirming in my seat increadulous at the fact this horendous piece of shit was even made. When I finally heard that now-dreaded phrase "MATRIX OF LEADERSHIP", my mouth went agape, I began to shake, and belted out at the top of my lungs(on a Sunday afternoon, mind you) "You've gotta be fucking kidding me". At which point, I stood up, and walked out. Muttering to myself, "Matrix of leadership...Really...The Matrix of Fucking leadership...the fucking Matrix of leadership...GARGHAHARL". They could have called it anything, but to bastardize the greatest mcguffin from my childhood, just to tie into the cartoon, sent me off my nut. I left my five friends behind, forced to jam their bodies into an S10 pickup, went back to my bar, and proceeded to down massive amounts of tequila(I hate tequila), in a vain attempt to scrub those words from my brain. To this day, still no luck

• I was learning how to play shadowrun, in the room with my standard group of players, having one of them roll up a character. Now INI is almost always Initiative and I should know that. But when he asked me what INI was I said I don't know. The other guy in the room, just kept hammering that INI was initiative, but I simply wasn't sure, He grabs the book from my hands (which I had bought that day) furiously moves to the Glossary and rams the page about INI in my face, of course his furious pageshifting ruined my book, I gave him a whack with it and went home, he's not been welcome in my RP group since.

• My friend got me one of those banana phone cellphone covers. I wanted that thing for months. When he gave it to me I was extremely happy. 5 minutes later my other friend nikki borrows it and puts her cellphone in it. the thing breaks. My mind went blank. I was so mad i actually blacked out. all because of a banana phone cover.

• I used to be addicted to Goldeneye for N64, but haven't been able to get together with friends to start up a game because of my legendary Hulk-outs. At least a dozen times each game, especially when I was up on the kill count. I would find myself suddenly snipped in the head as soon as I would turn corners, or have a certain someone waiting for me at exactly the moment I would enter a room blasting me in the face. I knew the probability of this happening was pretty much 0 because the douche could hardly get past the first skywalking level when we weren't playing multiplayer. So one day, after many subdued tantrums (I mean, when you lose you lose, what can you do), I realized that the skywalker was looking at my screen and setting himself up for easy kills. That's when I went all Bruce Banner on his cheating ass. I got up, kicked the console, which unplugged my controller. Said controller then went flying through cheater's front teeth shattering them in the process.

• Halloween after the Phantom menace came out. I worked for months on a Darth Maul costume. The thing looks dead on; custom made outfit from scratch, big ass black leather boots with straps, 1 hour to do the face paint, I even darkened in my teeth with black wax. A group of us go out. One of the girls is a slutty pirate or some slutty costume. We were walking around campus town hitting different parties and some duchbag decides that the best way to bang said slutty costume chick was to insult everyone else's costume. He comes to me and having no way to insult my authenticity said, "I don't even know who you are supposed to be". To prove his point he made such claims as "I don't watch tv." and no I have not been to a store in the last 6 months. That is about the time I greened out, I don't really remember what happened after that, but I am pretty sure no one could identify me in court. Like I said, it was a banging costume.

• I was the clerk who had to wait until my shift ended at 2 AM in the morning in order to buy Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, because I was given the "honor" of getting to open the first boxes and sell them to other people. That night was spent breaking up "duels" between fake Gryffindor's and Slytherin's; listening to mother's going on and on about how their children read "nothing else"; of having to yell at idiots for jumping behind the sales counter, skipping lines, and trying to shoplift the book; cleaning up paper products from food that the crowd decided to just DROP ON THE GROUND, eaten or not; and making sure that nobody was reading the book while in line (our store manager was given a corporate order for this, by the way). Finally, my shift ended. I grabbed my copy and stood in line for another half-hour when a prick ran into the store and yelled "SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE! DUMBLEDORE IS DEAD! SNAPE IS THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!" As a woman who thoroughly enjoys trying to guess the surprises in books and movies, I was seriously pissed off, and it ruined the whole book for me. If I ever see that guy again, I will Hulk, smash! him as hard as I can.

• Ok I'll try. Since Nov. I've taken up working nights at Target. I already have a full time bigboy-pants job but need some extra scratch since I've got a baby on the way. Usually the weekends and then Wednesday nights. I was holiday help. (Side note. I've also cancelled cable at my house to save money too. No DVR. Its tough times.) Recently I got asked to stay on. Mrs. Keepoffthegrass was sad, but she said "At least we'll get to watch LOST together!" But alas...I said, "LOST is on wednesdays!" So I switched my hours at Target and took wednesdays off instead of Tuesday. They werent happy, but they did it. .....the final season of LOST now airs on Tues. I screwed myself.

• every damn day of my life.

• About me: I am a generally laid back person... Actually, I have been called "a walking mass of fuck it" by my friends on many occasions. I don't like wasting my time getting angry or yelling at people, as it devotes a part of my processing power to the undeserving masses and that shit just won't fly. As such, I am extremely hard to annoy, let alone piss off, but when that happens I tend to go HULK SMASH on people. I was in my senior year of High School, and was in the locker room changing for gym. I had my clothes and books stuffed into a too-small locker when I realized I had forgotten my lock at home. (To explain: My school was retarded/poor, and had too many students and not enough lockers. As such, you got to share one and had to take your lock/shit home every day.) Well, I figured it wouldn't hurt to leave the lock off just this once, shut the door and walked my merry-ass outside. Some of you are already shaking your heads. When I returned, I found my locker open, my shit strewn about on the floor, et cetera and so on. I was irritated by this, but close inspection revealed that none of my books/supplies were missing, so I just let it go. I go to dress back in, and lo, some lackwit fuck has stolen my shirt. Here's where the nerdy/HULK rage comes in: Said shirt was one of my favorites, as the front was adorned with just about every character from the Marvel Universe. I've been a diehard Marvel fan my entire life, so this shirt was Jesus in clothing form to me. I have now gone from mildly irritated to irrationally pissed. I stay levelheaded enough to change out of my gymshorts, and then calmly look around the room. Off in a corner, snickering, is a group of clearly amused black kids. One of them is wearing my shirt. I hear a roar in the back of my mind. Now, with my aforementioned reputation as an unassuming/lazy white kid, my guess is they figured I would just sputter impotently and leave it alone. Not so. While I may be lazy and unassuming, I am also 6'2" and built like a linebacker. HULK-like anger and size advantage cheering me on, I walk slowly towards them, ignore the snickering/comments, grab the offending party by his neck and slam him into the wall. Further ignoring his now indignant friends, I inform him that he has 60 seconds to find a way to remove my shirt with my hand still gripping his throat or I was going to rip his larynx out. While clearly confused at to what a larynx was, I could tell he understood the threat. I am wearing my Marvel shirt while typing this and, yes, grinning smugly.

• Super fucking Ghouls n' Ghosts. For anyone who ever played that damn game, I'm sure that's enough. Hulk-outs were practically a part of the game, but I ended up taking it one step further. See, our SNES was kept in the front living room, along with my mom's nice "visitor" chairs and couch. I spent weeks trying to beat that damn game, always ALWAYS dying because one part of my little toe just barely grazed one of the monsters hairs on its head, and then learning you actually needed to play through the fucking thing TWICE to beat it, all of which led to countless usual fits of rage: i.e. yelling, cursing, throwing controllers, etc. One day, I'm finally getting close to beating it. I'm on my second playthough and getting cose to the end with plenty of lives, when I just flame out for whatever reason and suddenly lose all my lives in quick succession. I was pissed. I was angry. I shouted. I threw the controller. I shouted again. But I couldn't calm down. I started pacing in the living room and ended up behind the couch, and I decided right then and there that this innocent inanimate piece of furniture would bear the brunt of my fury, and I kicked it. And I kicked, and kicked, and kicked, and kicked. I'm not even sure when it happened, all I know is I finally stopped and looked down to see a giant hole in the fabric in the back of the couch. The couch was ruined. Needless to say, Mom was not happy, and I was grounded (in general) for a month and from video games (speficially) for two. To this day, the "couch" indident still lives on in infamy. And I never played that damn game again.

• Rob, having read most of the comments up to this point, I just want to say this: You had this coming. When you tell people you don't want to read an 1000 words essay, they will assume 999 is the proper limit.

• For what it's worth, I've heard that he is a real douche at cons. Charges for autographs. Thinks he's the shit.

• The last time I wanted to freak out on everyone around me was actually last night. The last ever episode of Dollhouse was set to air, and it's already depressing enough that it's been canceled and they've put off airing the finale for weeks. My friends and I were all prepared to watch it, feeling that mix of excitement and dread that usually comes when you watch the very last episode of a show that you've come to love. So, we were waiting for 8:00 to roll around... and at 6:50, our power goes out. We call Pepco (our power company) and they say that problems are happening, but they expect the power to be back on at, you guessed it, 8:00. So time passes, 7:50 rolls around, and no power. We call again and this time they predict it'll be back on by 4:00 am the next day. Fucking fabulous. We're pissed, but we keep playing cards with a little hope in our hearts like a bunch of chumps. Do you want to guess when the power actually came back on? 8:55 of course, just in time for us to watch the last 5 minutes of Dollhouse if we wanted everything spoiled for us. Thanks, Pepco! Last night I had dreams of setting your building on fire.

• Ok, the neirdest hulk-out I ever did really happened. A while back, I'd been playing Final Fantasy III for the Super-NES off-and-on for about two years. It was a used copy, but performed well, and always had my saved games on it. I'd gotten to a point where I found this magic weapong that I'd been searching for (and yes, took a walkthru to find, I admit it). I went through the headache, and refused to leave the game until I'd done this, even though there were personal errands I was putting off to get it done. I finnaly accomplished the deed, and went to save the game. Everything seemed to go well with the save....until I tried to reload it later that night. Somthing had happened, and the save was corrupt. I lost it, and ranted and raved, cumulating in my taking the cartridge and breaking it. Long after I'd calmed down, I decided to go back on ebay, and see if I could find another copy of this...only to discover just how rare, and more important, how expensive this game was! My lesson in hulking-out was the same as in the comics....it can get really expensive to do so! :-) "jenkster" Jerry Jenkins

• ok, so snacking can be somewhat nerdy. Who doesn't love snacks?! So, it was my last time visiting family in buffalo and I was about to partake in my favorite Buffalo wings from Duffs (anyone who has ever eaten their wings knows that they are the real deal and worth a nerd-like obsession). Since it was just supposed to be a snack I only got 5 wings and brought them back to the relatives' home. I took a bite of the wonderfully crisp skin of the wing and was in freaking heaven; but then my asshole younger cousin came in and was like "hey, can I try one?" I was like "hell no! get your own!" But then the parents stepped in a made me give him one of the five wings. He then had the gall to merely lick it and then throw it away saying that he thought it was gross. I was ready to kill him for doing such a disgraceful act to the sacred wing, but then I decided to continue my own devouring of said remaining wings (slightly pissed at this point). Sure enough, a minute later my stupid cousin walks back into the room grabs another wing (of which their were just 5 to begin with, and just for me!). He takes a slight nibble this time and then throws it out. He says "hmm…no, I still don't like it; I though I'd give it another try." At his point, Bruce Banner had left the building and all that was left was a giant green menace in purple stretch-y pants! That asshole defiled two on my favorite wings, which I will never have again!!!!! (unless I go back to buffalo at some point…..not an easy trip from my part of the country). I still want to smash his puny head every time I see him!!!! HULK SMASH PUNY WING LICKING TWERP! My life has not been the same since…. Unless you've had Duff wings, this may be lost on you…

• It's only logical if the core of the debate is the sacredness of life. Scientifically (and simplistically) speaking, life is cell division/respiration and thus begins at conception. Personhood, however, is much more slippery and is (in my opinion) the philosophical question that's actually at stake.

• Springfield's city government didn't have the money to salt or plow. They spent it all researching how to more effectively beat unarmed minorities with flashlights.

• Ignore this guy - he constantly comments with random put-downs and rants about the site. Pay the troll no heed.

• I found out that there was another Shrek movie planned. I couldn't help but scream WHOSE RESPONSIBLE THIS?!?!?!

• After a week of being broke and eating nothing but ramen, I get paid and make myself the BLT of my dreams - 5 slices of Canadian bacon, 2 thick slices vine ripened tomato, crisp fresh lettuce on toast smothered in mayo and mustard.. I turn my back for like 2 minutes to wash out the frying pan and my twatface cat totally decimated my sandwich. < insert hulked out moment >

• When this guy from Youtube I don't know argued that Roland Emmerich's Godzilla movie was actually good, and he and his friends, who are Godzilla fans, loved the movie. Also, he argued that there is no such thing as a bad movie, and that if you expect Godzilla to be nothing more than a monster movie, you'd hate it. I wrote this reply where I told him that we ALL expected a monster movie, and we still hated it, and movies that are predictable suck. But before I can press the 'submit' button, the electricity went off. I didn't want to bother re-writing my reply since it was three paragraphs long (It was in the form of a personal message) so I just Hulked out because I can't prove to some guy I don't know that I'm right.

• My friend Dave was DM'ing a D&D campaign while we were in college. He set up an "evil" campaign just to let the players go and have fun without worry of going against their alignments and whatnot. After a short while of the campaign going on, maybe a month, he offers a spot that opened up due to another player having to leave for school related reasons. I create a catfolk scout, leveled appropriately to the rest of the party and starting with a really kickass weapon... And within three play sessions, the DM's character goes insane and tries to kill all of us. Despite my character having the highest speed of the party, and getting furthest away, the DM's character chooses *ME* to zone in on and eliminate. After finding my way back to my body from another plane, two sessions later my scout is stuck behind a windwall with two characters who (you guessed it) are driven to kill the closest character. So I die. Again. So I roll up another character, and just to piss off the DM for the double death dealing, I roll up a bard. Except mine was actually useful. A prank-inclined prick, but useful. First real battle the party gets into while my bard's around, and some kind of demonic aborted fetus (I don't remember the exact monster name, but it looked like a freaking fetus (long story short, it was one but actually aborted. It didn't appreciate that)) attacks us. Except it doesn't just attack melee, no no. It has a DEATH STARE. Three fucking guesses who it looks dead in the eye FIRST, and for the only time in the battle. So before my bard could get a shot off with a crossbow, he drops dead. Two characters, within three play sessions of each other. Killed by a dick DM. And yes, I still play the game. But I wanted to go Banner on that DM's ass in real life.

• Monster Hunter Freedom Unite on the PSP, I have never raged at a game before but this gme makes me throw my PSP and shout like a moron. After spending 20 mins trying to kill a Khezu or Tigerex only to have it kill me with a stupid move would make even to pope swear like a sailor.

• I was in high school when Final Fantasy VII came out. Working at a crappy fast food place, along with helping my mom pay the bills, it took a few weeks too save up the money for the game. The whole time my friends at school are telling me how awesome it is. I'm super excited. I finally buy it one Friday after I pick up my pay check and it is amazing. The graphics rock, the story is weird but cool, I'm just loving this whole experience. So I'm about 30 or so hours in taking my time trying to get the best weapons and all that stuff when my little brother runs out of room on his memory card and he erases my game. I was furious, like we got into a fist fight, mad. So I start over. Again taking my time trying to level up. Now I'm about 35-40 hours in and my older brother erases my game.Now he is seven years older than me, I couldn't smash him, so I just gave up. I've never beat that game. To this day I get so pissed off thinking about this. I still want to beat the crap out of my brothers for this.

• What you mean wanted to? Last time some guy called my Zelda tattoos lame I went Sopranos on him.

• The day Topless Robot sold out to Lionsgate. (I'm kidding.) (Or am I?)

• Hmmm! Barely disguised sexual tension. Tell me, Karma, do you have dreams about your mother...

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