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Heh, this probably belongs here as well, not just in the Metallica thread

BTW - that's irrelevant to Seasons, but when I was much younger, I always confused Clive Burr, Cliff Burton and Clive Bunker.

I mean, if I got a penny for each time there was a Cli[ff/ve] Bu[..]r[..] bloke in a classic band I was listening to, who was part of the rhythm section and was always only on the first few records by the respective band, I'd have three pennies.

Which isn't much, but it's still weird it happened thrice.
 
And again, this is a cute little tidbit that probably shouldn't drown in the torrent of the Now Playing thread:


Fun fact - I might have caused the only occasion in history where this song (or any Maiden song, for that matter) has been played at the wedding that eventually resulted in a 100% Catholic, sacramental marriage.
Yes, it was because we got married in a civil manner and then both converted three years later, but still, I think it counts. :D

We've had 10-year anniversary of our wedding this July, in fact.
 
Something I think about way too much: In certain announcements, the automated computer voice at the train station says "I repeat:". It bothers me that it says "I". It's a machine, it has no self. It cannot say "I". The programmers had no right to make it say that. Whenever I hear that, I spend about five minutes thinking about it.
 

Not to be the "akschooally" bloke, wait, where's that meme?

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There it is!

But the title was the publisher's, over Asimov's disagreement (though he disagreed for different reasons) and even then I'd guess he'd be the first to take the title ironically, considering the themes and thoughts of his work. After all, he was the type to deconstruct his own premises (the zeroth law comes from himself). I don't appreciate him much as a prose writer and I suppose I'd disagree about a lot of things (and I wish he, Heinlein and other sci-fi greats weren't so freakin' autistic and somewhat inhuman, because it marked the entire genre), but he was a cool bloke. He'd certainly love that Perun's post, IMHO.
 
Not to be the "akschooally" bloke, wait, where's that meme?

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There it is!

But the title was the publisher's, over Asimov's disagreement (though he disagreed for different reasons) and even then I'd guess he'd be the first to take the title ironically, considering the themes and thoughts of his work. After all, he was the type to deconstruct his own premises (the zeroth law comes from himself). I don't appreciate him much as a prose writer and I suppose I'd disagree about a lot of things (and I wish he, Heinlein and other sci-fi greats weren't so freakin' autistic and somewhat inhuman, because it marked the entire genre), but he was a cool bloke. He'd certainly love that Perun's post, IMHO.
Yeah, I was mostly poking fun at the title. Fair points.
 
Something I think about way too much: In certain announcements, the automated computer voice at the train station says "I repeat:". It bothers me that it says "I". It's a machine, it has no self. It cannot say "I". The programmers had no right to make it say that. Whenever I hear that, I spend about five minutes thinking about it.
What about his/its butt though? How many minutes? Be honest.
 
I wanted to share how in some train stations here some speakers are detuned, so the pre-announcement jingle there is a dissonant mess, but more startling, I discovered the video genre of train rides and announcement recordings, so next time your view from the train is shit, RailfanRailway got you covered.
 
Something I think about way too much: In certain announcements, the automated computer voice at the train station says "I repeat:". It bothers me that it says "I". It's a machine, it has no self. It cannot say "I". The programmers had no right to make it say that. Whenever I hear that, I spend about five minutes thinking about it.
I totally get this ...
 
Me, age 20: Friday evening, 21:30, coming home from work about to ring up some people to see what's happening later.

Me, age 40: It's Friday evening, 21:30, coming home from work wanting nothing more than a blanket and no human interaction until tomorrow afternoon.
 
Me, age 20: Friday evening, 21:30, coming home from work about to ring up some people to see what's happening later.

Me, age 40: It's Friday evening, 21:30, coming home from work wanting nothing more than a blanket and no human interaction until tomorrow afternoon.
Thank God, thought I was the only one
 
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