#and yet i would be the Whitest Guy You Know in this situation

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NECESSITY NUMBER ONE: BOTTOMLESS MIMOSAS² ( sun kissed desires . )

Y/N finds herself on the lovers cruise she was supposed to be on with her fiancé—ex-fiancé—when she meets a single man in the suite right next to hers.

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You had, surprisingly, made it through your first night without another hitch. Room service brought you plenty of strawberry daiquiris and you’d even popped open the bottle of champagne. Suffice to say, you didn’t really remember your night.

What you do remember is the pounding in your skull when you woke up this morning. The way the boat was rocking didn’t really help the hangover, either.

Ungracefully, you pulled yourself out of the incredibly warm bed and made yourself somewhat presentable enough to get breakfast outside of your room.

The trip to your en-suite brought back unpleasant flashbacks from the night before and you took the liberty of vigorously spraying the tiny bottle of Lysol given to you underneath the sink. You pulled your hair back enough with a hair clip that you could wash your face and brush your teeth without it getting in the way, not even bothering with the idea of makeup before re-entering the bedroom part of your room. Your tiny makeup bag was still in the bottom of your suitcase and had yet to be unpacked, yet, anyway.

You unzipped the black duffel bag lying on the floor next to the dresser for the first time since you’d put it there. Grabbing the first pair of sweats and a tank top you saw, you slipped them on and shoved whatever necessities you’d need to leave the room.

The sound of another door clicking shut didn’t even register in your brain when you first got into the hallway.

“Good Morning,” a voice from beside you said. Your head snapped up to meet his gaze.

And there he was. He had a pair of black gym shorts on that showed off his thighs in the most glorious way possible and there was a small white towel thrown over one of his shoulders. Your eyes trailed the nakedness of his chest before the sound of him clearing his throat startled you out of your daze.

“Morning!” you blurted out. He offered you a small chuckle in response with a shake of his head before walking past you towards the gym near the end of the hall. Thank God you were walking the other way, lest you look any more like a creepy stalker girl.

“Alcohol,” you said as you started your venture to the dining hall. You were in desperate need of some solid food if you were going to continue on your champagne escapades.

It was pretty dead when you finally made it there. Figures since it was currently 7:45 in the morning and the only reason you were awake is because you passed out at 9:00 the night before. You found a booth situated against one of the furthest walls and practically threw yourself onto the blue leather.

“What can I get you?” a brunette woman with probably the whitest teeth you’d ever seen in your life asked. Her smile was probably bright enough to blind you if you looked directly at it.

“Waffles sound nice…” you trailed off. “Do you guys have waffles?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said. The addition of the ma’am made you feel older than it should’ve. “Will that be all for you?”

“Chocolate chip waffles, please. And a mimosa,” you said.

“Just letting you know that we are offering bottomless mimosas for the extent of our allotted breakfast time this morning if you’re interested,” she said.

“That sounds perfect,” you practically moaned. If you didn’t get yourself together soon, you were sure you were going to get ejected off this cruise.

“I’ll be back with that in a little while,” the girl said. You dropped your head on the table the second you were alone.

You heard the seat in front of you being taken before you saw it, the leather crinkling beneath whoever was stealing your private time away.

“Honey, you look like you got hit by a hurricane,” Sigma said, her oddly freezing hand finding yours on top of the table.

“You’re so kind,” you said, the words muffled by the laminate.

“One of my many talents,” she said. You picked your head up off the table. She was in much better condition than you. She already had what looked to be a bikini on under a cover up and her hair was done up in dutch braids.

“Where’s your husband?” you asked, running the fingers of your free hand along your brow bone.

“Still sleeping. I was hungry and I couldn’t get him up, so,” she said, tossing one of the blonde braids over her shoulder. “What about you? I saw that key card of yours yesterday.”

“What?” you deadpanned.

“Your key card. You have a sweetheart’s suite…” Sigma trailed off. “Who’ve you got hiding up in there?”

Your face paled. Of course your room was a lover’s suite. That would explain the champagne. And the condoms.

“It’s not- I don’t,” you stuttered. “My ex booked this trip when we were still together and I’d already taken the time off work.”

“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s fine. You couldn’t have known,” you said, smiling slightly as the waitress dropped your first round of mimosas off at the table. You noticed that she’d placed one in front of Sigma, too.

Maybe it was the headache in the back of your skill you’d get to take care of and maybe it was the fact that you’d just been brutally reminded of the entire reason you were on this cruise in the first place but you found yourself down four mimosas within the next half hour.

And another twelve before you’d decided to call it quits and head back to your room for the remainder of the morning.

Thankfully, you found your room faster than the previous day and were standing in front of the wood within ten minutes of your disembarkment. And there he was walking towards you again. The incredibly, way too hot guy that slept in the room next to yours.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” you said with a slight giggle. Your words slurred slightly but not noticeable enough to bring any extra attention to it.

“Oh, yeah?” the dark haired man asked. He’d barely made a move to enter his room, key not even in hand. He rested his fists against his hips as his eyes raked over your appearance. You felt the sudden need to hide your body from his view, crossing your arms over your chest. “How’s your day drinking going?”

“How’d you know-“

“You weren’t exactly quiet about your morning activities earlier,” he chuckled. You silently cursed yourself out for making yourself out to be a drunk before the sun was even fully out. “Saying ‘alcohol’ while stomping down the hall like you’re on a mission isn’t the most subtle thing in the world.”

“I promise I’m not an alcoholic,” you said, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sure,” he said, though his tone was light enough that you could tell he was probably joking. Probably.

He was gorgeous, not that it was really all that difficult to come to that conclusion. His skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the fluorescence of the hallway lighting and the gold from the chain around his neck looked like it was sparkling. The towel from earlier was hanging out of his right pocket and it looked far from dry.

“Wait a minute. Have you been working out this whole time?” you asked, jae practically hitting the floor at your realization.

“You’d be surprised about how long I can last,” he said only for a redness to england his features seconds later. He must’ve realized what he’d insinuated.

“Wanna prove it to me?” you asked. Maybe bottomless mimosas weren’t a bad idea.

The man coughed, halfway choking on his own saliva. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,” you said. The flush had already receded from his cheeks, though the slightest bit still stained the tips of his ears.

“My name is Sidney,” he said. “And maybe when you’re sober.”

He pulled the key card out of his pocket as he spoke, leaving you alone in the hallway before you really had the chance to comprehend what all had happened.

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Gin and Juice: Part I

a/n: In which Reader has social anxiety, Shawn is a college football god, and alcohol is consumed. 

This is the first part of my first series!

I have no idea how I got here from a tallboy can of Mill Street Organic, but the mind works in mysterious ways.

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warnings: alcohol, lots of it, and some non-consensual consumption

The house was practically vibrating from the inside. Music was blaring so loud you could clearly hear every word to every song. People would burst out the front door every few minutes to smoke or get some air. You stood on the porch and contemplated the reasons it would be best to leave: 1) this party was practically drowning in alcohol and you were not 21, and 2) social anxiety was a real bitch.

The only reason you were here at all was because your roommate dragged you here, then immediately ditched you outside when you got nervous about all of the people. She said it was time to “live the college experience” and “get the hell out of the dorm.” Maybe you liked your dorm. Maybe you liked feeling safe. Your college experience was supposed to be getting an education and then getting a good job so you could support yourself. This felt frivolous.

The door opened again and your roommate came out of the rave sure to be happening inside, alarm registering in her eyes. “Where have you been?! Come inside!”

“Caroline,” you whined, “I really don’t want to be here.” She grabbed your hand and started for the door to the house. You followed, dragging your feet the entire way.

“Will you stop acting like a child? I’m about to introduce you to some people so you’ll maybe make some friends and talk to someone other than your mother!” she screamed at you. You stopped in your tracks, breathing shallow and trying to control the tears threatening to fall. Caroline didn’t understand what it was like. Being at college felt like a thousand people staring at you all the time. A million sets of eyes just waiting to watch you fail. It was exhausting on a level that blowing off steam at a party wasn’t going to just fix.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean that. I just want you to get out and enjoy where we are a little.” She was backtracking, and she really did look like she cared about your well-being. You decided to just go with it. She could lead you around this party and make her introductions,  then you could go back to your dorm and crawl in bed until class on Monday. Caroline’s “college experience” be damned.

Your body slacked and let her lead you through the door. Inside, it was maybe less of a rave than a really smoky, smelly concert. Like an all-ages venue that drew in the under-18 crowd and their friends who were in bad alt-rock bands. Not quite the EDM show you thought you were hearing outside.

There were about a hundred thousand people packed into the two-story house. Caroline pulled you through the crowd, hand wrapped around your wrist like an elementary school buddy system. She jerked you around the corner, leading you both toward the kitchen, when you ran into a wet wall, jostling you out of your own world.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” the wall shouted over the music.

Not a wall. A person. A boy. A very tall boy. A very tall boy with wall-like abs that were pressed against your body. A very tall boy with wall-like abs who had spilled his beer all over your shirt.

You slowly craned your neck upward and almost fell over. This boy had the most gorgeous brown-hazel eyes you had ever seen. They were looking at you, puzzled at your apparent lack of functionality. He swivelled his head then, searching for something or someone, “HEY GEOFF!?! CAN YOU BRING ME A RAG OR SOMETHING??”

He had stepped back from you, assessing the damage, and held you at arm’s length by the shoulders. His hands wrapped seemingly all the way around your upper arms and you could feel his calloused fingertips scratching your skin through the thin cotton shirt you wore. He kept looking into your eyes, pleading with you to say something, but you just couldn’t. His face was mesmerizing—a smooth, square jaw; cherubic, alcohol-flushed cheeks; the straightest, whitest teeth you’d ever seen; and a messy head of thick brown curls, coiffed into a perfect disarray. He’d stunned you into silence and the touching wasn’t helping. He seemed to be transferring body heat through his fingertips and you were starting to sweat.

A stocky guy with long-ish hair and a serious scruff situation ambled over with a rag. Wall Abs took the rag from him and started dabbing it all over the wet pattern on your top. You blushed violently and jerked away from him.

“Oh, here. Sorry, I didn’t think...I’m really sorry...I’ll leave you alone...enjoy the party!” he handed you the rag and then vanished. It didn’t escape your notice that he had turned just as red as you had and was quickly trying to exit the situation.

You held the rag to your chest and searched for Caroline. She was staring at you from ten feet away like an alien had just tore itself out of your body. You walked over to her and snapped your fingers in her face.

“Caroline!” you shouted, “why do you look like I’ve birthed an alien?!”

“Don’t you know who that was?” she asked, totally mystified that you obviously had no idea.

“Uhm, no? A tall boy with wall-like abs?” you mused, humoring no one, especially your roommate who kept flapping her jaw up and down.

“WHO IS HE?!” you roared, getting frustrated with this weird fangirl reaction.

“He’s Shawn Mendes, the captain of the football team. He’s the starting quarterback. He’s in the running for the Heisman Trophy. AS A SOPHOMORE.” She rambled on about stats and measurements and how fast he could run a 40-yard dash for what seemed like ages. It was an impressive, though weird, body of knowledge that she had collected on a guy that seemed overwhelmingly normal, if not shy, based on the interaction you had just had with him. The football god that Caroline was blathering on and on about seemed incongruent with the tall, blushing, albeit Adonis boy that you had just run into.

She finally settled down after living vicariously through your beer shower experience by the Heir Apparent of college football. You thought maybe she had forgotten about introducing you to people but no such luck. Her mission was revived and she grabbed a hold of your wrist again, making her way through the sea of humanity and finally pulling you into the kitchen. The sheer gallons of alcohol that must have been in there made it smell like somewhere between a hospital and a gas station.

“What do you want to drink?” You stared at her with a blank expression, “uhhh, I guess whatever you’re drinking?”

She rolled her eyes and tutted, grabbing a couple of bottles of clear liquor and a carafe of cranberry juice and a can of lemon-lime soda. Stirring together equal parts of everything, Caroline handed you a fizzy pink drink that tickled your nose when you smelled it.

“I call it Bitch Juice because it tastes like non-alcoholic prom punch. Literally not a hint of alcohol,” she nodded, acting like that invalidated the actual presence of alcohol in the drink. You took a sip dubiously.

“Huh, not a hint,” you confirmed, kind of impressed and yet kind of alarmed at the chemistry of it. Armed with red plastic cups, a chainmail-like requirement on this college party battlefield, Caroline led you into the main room of the house, filled wall-to-wall with bodies.  

“CAROLINE!” someone shouted from across the room. Caroline frantically waved at them, giving your wrist a fresh jerk in their direction. Before anyone could ask you anything, you took a long pull from the cup in your hand. They called it liquid courage, right? You needed some of that right now.

Caroline introduced you to her friends and you tried to take in all of their introductions, but mostly you focused on the pink concoction in your cup and how it magically kept refilling itself. Caroline must have gone back into the kitchen three times before you realized what was happening, too wrapped up in your own awkward to realize that she had been pouring more Bitch Juice into your cup as you paid attention to engaging with the people around you, a task that had become noticeably easier as the past couple of hours had dragged on. You had even laughed a few times and put your hand on a passing shoulder. You felt free for the first time in a long time. I guess that’s why they called it intoxicating.

“How many of these have you poured for me?” you asked her, starting to feel your fingers, toes, and lips tingle, a slight slur on your tongue.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” she thought, “maybe four? Maybe more?” Your eyes threatened to pop out of your skull. “Caroline!” you shrieked, “what do you mean ‘MAYBE MORE?’”

“I mean I’m not really sure, but it seems like you’re enjoying yourself! This is a good thing!” she encouraged, linking her arm with yours, as if you’d asked her to manually let your inhibitions down for you. It was a betrayal, no matter how freeing it may have felt.

You ripped your arm away from hers and stormed off, out of the crowded room. Having no idea where you were going, you climbed the staircase to at least get out of the thick of people on the first floor.

The second floor was just a long hallway with a bunch of doors. There were a few people up here, mostly making out, and none of them paid any attention to you. You hoped and prayed one of the doors led to a bathroom. A locked door felt necessary for breathing.

The first door was a bust—surprisingly empty bedroom (didn’t people hook up at these things?). The second door revealed a study, lined with bookshelves—intriguing but not a bathroom.

That left door number three. You tried to shove it open, but it only opened to a four-inch crack before halting. The light was on, and you could see a sink, confirming it was, in fact, the bathroom, but there was still something impeding your entry. You looked down at the tile and saw a black chelsea boot flat against the floor attached to a pair of black jean-clad legs. Someone was lying on the floor of the bathroom, and judging from how hard you must have knocked into them with the door, they weren’t conscious.

Flight or flight set in immediately. The hair on the back of your neck stood straight up and you felt more sober than you did two hours ago, let alone two minutes ago. The adrenaline burned through the alcohol like a forest fire. You needed to flee.

But what if they were injured? Or sick? Or...worse? Your mind screamed that you didn’t care, but your heart was compassionate and needed to make sure the person was okay. You used all of your combined body strength to slowly push open the door, sliding the body mass across the tile and onto the rug. You gasped when you finally slipped inside the room and locked the door behind you.

It’s him.

Tall Boy with Wall-Like Abs. Captain of the Football Team. Shawn Mendes. 

And he was passed out on the tile floor alone next to an empty bottle of gin.

Had he finished the bottle himself? Was he drinking alone? —How passed out was he? Should I try to wake him up? A million questions ran through your head, none of them answered by the massive human form at your feet.

You reached out and put the back of your hand to his face. He was clammy, far colder than he should have been in a house with so many people in it. You remembered the signs of alcohol poisoning from orientation—clammy skin, inability to stay conscious, inability to walk—all of which he was clearly exhibiting.

You crouched down and patted his cheek. “Shawn, Shawn, can you hear me? You need to try to wake up. Can you hear me?!” you yelled with increasing volume, “You need to get up, Shawn, or I’m going to have to call 911.”

That seemed to make it through his gin-fueled haze. He lazily opened his eyes, looking completely disoriented, clearly not sure how he had gotten to the bathroom floor. Running his hands through his thick, chocolate curls, he finally focused his eyes on you.

“Oh, it’s you,” he whispered in awe, flashing you a blinding smile.

You probably would have fainted if he hadn’t immediately doubled over and thrown up in the bathtub.

to be continued...

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[killingmebtob]

Mr. Diamond // Lee Changsub

Author: @killingmebtob // Sara

Title: Mr. Diamond

Characters: Changsub and Reader

Summary: A blind date gone wrong.

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For the nth time tonight, I plastered the fakest smile on my lips as I tried my best to not roll my eyes. What wrong did I do to be thrusted into a situation like this? All I wanted was to go home and rest after a long day from work but no… I’m here, having dinner with an absolute stranger, my best friend and her boyfriend.

He said another joke but I barely understood the punchline. Oh, wait. Was there even a punchline? My ears hurt as it listened to the sound of my fake laughter.

Oh God, save me please. I don’t think I can last another minute with this stranger who only kept on bragging about how high tech his vehicle is. I wished I timed it because I’m pretty sure that he’s taken up 20 minutes just talking about its features and all the wonderful things it can do.

I rolled my eyes, unable to hold it in anymore as my eyes landed on the group at the table next to us. They were a group of 7 guys, probably friends, and they seemed to be having a good time. I heavily sighed as I watched in envy. One of them, the closest one to our table, turned to look at my direction and he met my eyes.

He was the whitest of the group and he had a really distinguishable nose, which was cute. His lips lifted into a consoling smile as he eyed me. I almost laughed when he looked at the stranger in front of me before rolling his eyes. Before his friends even noticed, he broke our short moment and I was brought back by the man in front of me to the conversation at hand.

“Hey. Were you listening?”

No, I obviously wasn’t Joe. Geez, I can’t even remember his name. “Sorry, something was on my mind. What were you saying?”

“So you know how my car is powered by…” Once again, his voice faded and just became white noise along with all the background sounds in the restaurant.

I was about to follow-up our dinner but it seemed like something went right for once. The food finally arrived. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw how large the serving was. On a normal day, I’d be able to finish the bowl in front of me but today, my appetite took a vacation because of the annoying human in front of me.

I did my best to eat normally but he probably noticed me not eating as much.

“Not hungry?” He asked though he sounded a little annoyed.

“No,” I shortly answered, not wanting to engage in any conversation with him.

I had to stop myself from glaring at him when he scoffed, “Oh, wow. I thought you’d be able to finish that easily. Maybe we should’ve ordered you something for ladies. Hm… Like a salad? Are you on a diet?”

My hold on the chopsticks tightened as he smirked. I was biting on my tongue, trying my damned hardest not to lash out. Every second I spent here was just going to waste. I should be home and resting. Not wanting to let him walk all over me, I ate my meal and finished it.

“You okay?” My best friend finally decided to ask, thank the heavens!

“A little sleepy,” I tightly smiled. I was tired from working for the whole day and then I’m being exposed to this jerk in front of me. I’m surprised my energy hasn’t been fully drained yet but I’m sure that I’m about to reach that point. Just a little more and I’d probably be seeing red.

Once again, he tried to say something value-adding. “You just ate and now you’re sleepy?” He chuckled while shaking his head. “Damn, what are you? Some kind of pig? Isn’t that what pigs do, eat and then sleep?”

My jaw literally dropped at the rudeness. I was about to say something but I realized that I shouldn’t stoop down to his low level. I forced a smile and tried to laugh but all that came out was a string of dead ha’s.

For the rest of the meal, I barely spoke and just stayed on my phone. He even invited me to watch a movie afterwards but I quickly shot him down. Who in their right mind would agree to watch a movie after getting insulted? We were just waiting for the bill and we’ll be ready to go.

“Oh,” he seemed to remember. “Right. Where do you live again?”

Why the hell does he want to know?

“Somewhere around Insadong,” I simply answered.

He nodded once. “Okay. Oh, just so you don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not taking you home. I just want to know where I’ll be dropping you off,”

My blood boiled. I wanted to throw a fit. I was about to snap at him that I wasn’t asking him to take me home but embarrassment managed to take over my whole being as I sat there. My heart was pounding not because I was happy and giddy but because I felt greatly disrespected. I was still trying to collect myself to give a proper response when I heard the sound of a chair screeching.

“Hi,” an unknown person said. My eyes widened when I looked at who it was. The man I had a small moment with was now standing beside me while his eyes were shining with controlled rage and annoyance. “Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation given how loudly you were talking,”

I bit my lip, feeling humiliated once again that this stranger was doing something like this.

“Don’t you have any manners? You keep talking about your car and how you take care of it but you don’t even know how to take care of a lady’s feelings,” he shook his head as he turned to me. The man gently grabbed my wrist and carefully pulled me up.

“What are you doing?” I uttered.

“Taking you home unlike the douchebag in front of you,” he simply said before he was tugging me out of the restaurant.

He kept on walking while I was trying to match his pace from behind. Let me tell you, it was difficult given that he had longer legs than I do. What in the world did I do again to be dragged by a man? A good-looking man at that.

Finally, he stopped at a bench in a nearby park. He sat down on it while I just eyed him weirdly.

“Is this how you’re taking me home?”

He chuckled as he shook his head. “No but I thought you might want to breathe for a little while. It was suffocating back there,” he gently smiled at me. The way the lamp post lit his features was beautiful. “Sit,”

Hesitantly, I sat on the space beside him but I didn’t stay too close to him. Who knows what this man might do to me. The sound of leaves rustling and dancing along with the wind filled our ears along with the faint sounds of cars and buses in the city. I smiled at the comfort it brought.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” I told him after a while. I was absent-mindedly picking at my fingers as I did so. “You didn’t have to do something like that,”

The man scoffed. “I can’t just sit there while someone was getting disrespected. No woman should have to deal with that kind of situation,”

I gently smiled. “Thanks. I guess… I just didn’t like it that someone had to stand up for me but I really appreciate it,”

“It’s not a problem at all. Don’t mind that guy. He’s just a speck of dust in this world,”

I chuckled. “While you’re a diamond after the heroics you did?”

A wide grin settled on his lips as his eyes shone in the dark. “Maybe,”

“Okay, Mr. Diamond,” I softly laughed. “What’s your name? So I can thank you properly,”

He shook his head. “You’ve thanked me enough. Sitting here and chatting with me is enough for a thank you. Actually, leaving that place was enough thanks. I had to leave my friends but they’d understand,”

“Boo hoo,” I faked. “Okay fine. What’s your name?”

“Changsub,” he warmly smiled.

I nodded as I introduced myself as well. “Thank you, Changsub,”

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: GM 25 - CGY - Thanksgiving Playoffs

3-2 OT Loss

Last year the month of November went considerably different for the Buffalo Sabres. The ten-game winning streak was a religious experience and as family flew to town for Thanksgiving Buffalo beat the Philadelphia Flyers in a contentious but dominating affair. The Sabres were in a playoff spot on American Thanksgiving, which matters to pundits in this sport for an analytically irrelevant reason, and the wheels proceeded to come off. This season the wheels have already come off. That awful March with two wins we had last season is November this season. Last year however I had this postgame called Thanksgiving Playoffs. I did a fun little activity speculating what it would be like if the Sabres made the playoffs after that torrid two month stretch to start last season. The post wasn’t actually on Thanksgiving and you’re probably rightfully watching a much more worthwhile Bills game right now, or idk hanging out with your family, but I thought we’d do it again this season. Let’s for a second pretend that the 20-25 game Thanksgiving mark in the NHL is an indicator of 100% certainty of whom makes the playoffs. In this world of the Thanksgiving playoffs the picture is… well let’s just take a look: Boston has been the most consistent team in the division so far locking up the division lead by ten points at the moment. They are followed by a shockingly good Florida Panthers squad and a Toronto Maple Leafs team that has risen from the dead since Mike Babcock’s firing last week. The Sabres are only two points back from that last divisional spot but already the two wildcards five points off. I like many others predicted the wildcards would be dominated by Atlantic teams this season and so far that’s very wrong. We Buffalo Sabres fans find ourselves in a familiar position of needing to jump five teams to get into a playoff spot, two of which are DEFINETLY better teams. Disclaimer, after we did the Thanksgiving playoffs check-in last season the Sabres took over the top spot in the league the following week winning ten games in a row before a legendary tumble that saw them miss the playoffs. I’m not convinced the Sabres will DEFINETLY miss again this season, but I am yet to see a commitment from the organization to getting there or some convincing wins… you know in the entire month of November. It’s Thanksgiving, let’s not bore with more pessimism, let’s get to the game last night!

The first period saw a slow start as the home team locked down one shot in the first ten minutes. It was frightful considering I was sitting next to a small Seal Team of Calgary Flames fans. Evidently one of them was dating number 88, Andrew Mangiapane, which is pretty rad. Having an honest-to-God professional hockey player in the family has to be a real talking point. They told me they were not from Calgary, but they packed a sign and we’re all covered head to toe in Flames gear. The Sabres did come alive. They closed the shot gap and eventually edged out a 9-8 first period lead in that metric. They did not edge out a lead in the goals metric. After they finally had started wracking up some sustained zone time Calgary got a run-of-the-mill cycle back into Buffalo’s defensive zone. TJ Brodie took a shot from the point that made a distinct thud sound on Linus Ullmark’s pad but nonetheless trickled in behind him. We went to the first intermission tied. It looked like it was only going to get worse in the second period when Marcus Johansson, newly back on the roster, got called for a penalty against the specific flame one of my neighbors in section 305 was dating. What actually transpired was a thing of miracles. Rasmus Asplund broke up a flames attempt to clear the zone and suddenly Jimmy Vesey was on the breakaway. He went top cheddar to tie it up like he’s some kind of all-star now. Don’t you ever tell me this sport isn’t 50% confidence. Vesey has two goals in two games, his first two of the season, both on the breakaway. Crazy world we’re living in right now, eh?

The rest of the middle frame was not boring. I got hiccups on a sick Eichel chance sandwiched between two Skinner slappers that almost put the home team ahead. There was excitement for all our family back in town for the holiday. Nonetheless it was the third period before more movement in the score occurred. That top line we may never see broken up for good and bad reasons finally got on the scoresheet when Reinhart and Eichel both assisted on a Victor Olofsson goal at even strength from right in front of the Flames net on a rush. Those are the kinda goals we need more of. Just as soon as we got it, it was gone. Matthew Tkachuk slapped home an equalizer and as hard as the pushing was this one went to overtime. Per usual the Sabres couldn’t maintain possession in 3-on-3 overtime where it matters the most and… because of course it was… Rasmus Ristolainen botched the defensive play that allowed Elias Lindholm to score the deciding 3-2 goal. That was it. One overtime point… the loser point… NO MORAL VICTORIES. It sucked to watch happen and my wife said this is the saddest I’ve looked after a Buffalo loss this season. That was the moment I realized my wife doesn’t pay attention to me. LOL, well the overtime went just long enough for us to leave the game out into the driving wind and rain and eventually our soggy asses found our way home all the way to good old Rochester, NY. That disappointing result on a good effort doesn’t inspire confidence going into *checks notes* a home and home series with the Toronto Maple Leafs. Oh joy, this is going to be a whole new level of hurt.

Before I wrap up and let you get back to the most important Buffalo Bills game in a generation… or you know… your family on Thanksgiving, we should really talk about something that’s been concerning lately. Nothing on the ice, no, this is a fan blog and the fans of this team are frustrated right now. We’re totally justified in being frustrated in this terrible November stretch, even downright angry at the organization. But on this important Buffalo Bills gameday I’d like to dispel a little bit of this idea the Pegulas are apathetic owners. I just wrote a whole article yesterday on the apathetic owners of the Rochester Rhinos. Y’all don’t know nothing about apathetic owners. You thin Terry doesn’t care about the Sabres since he bought the Bills in 2014? Three coaching hires and one huge GM move since then begs to differ. Say what you will about his success picking personnel, I’ll probably agree with you, it’s been rough. But don’t tell me the Sabres need new ownership to get better. There are far too many shitty owners in professional North American sports for you to tell me this guy is indifferent. Get over yourselves. On that cheerful note, HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I am thankful for you as a reader and I hope you enjoy this holiday with family and friends! Like, share and comment your thoughts and I am not even ashamed anymore I’m more excited about the Bills then the Sabres. Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for Reading.

P.S. Here is my mandatory comment on the Bill Peters situation. Shocked. I mean, not really: you think the whitest, rich-kid sport out there isn’t going to have a racial problem? Cute. I hope this situation is the start of the shit getting called out more.

[go-redgirl]

The Senate Votes To Approve The Controversial Spending Caps, Debt Ceiling Bill. The Final Passage Vote Was 67-28. This Bill Now Goes To President Trump to sign.

The Senate votes to approve the controversial spending caps, debt ceiling bill. The final passage vote was 67-28. This bill now goes to President Trump to sign.

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INDIVIDUALS/COMMENTS/POSTS:

Steven Jones ​yep! Torrok 01 is a paid Leftist TROLL! Everyone just iggy it. Bye Troll! no one cares anymore about you internet morons.

Ya'akov benAwake ​Citizenship question on census please .

Phil Mueller ​Vote Trump to protect America from socialism

caro sato ​1000 dollars for everyone is a Ponzi scheme

Destiny Menzies ​Yeah because y'all are lining your pockets with it rather then spending the money on what it was meant for!!! Gggggrrrrr wake up people!!!

Uganda Knuckles Christ ​ANTIFA = terrorisme

greywolfe ​TRUMP 2020👍

Rod Bender ​the census aids gerimandering

HK ​Artemis Fow Thank you i was confused 😸

Drill Bit ​torrok 01​, Yea, That*s why he gives his Salary to Charity.

Star Dust ​What did you do with those taxes before Trump became President ? Talk to Obama about high drug prices.. He did that

Merlin Krisp ​Where’s my royals Roy’s 😂😂 JK

andrew richardson ​Balance the G da..mn budget, get your sh..t together CROOKS

John Ortiz ​War famine diseases natural disasters and civil war is coming soon to America. Christians prepare

text kite ​CREEPER, AW MAN

Joey Big Things Poppin ​The kids shouting for Trump is because their parents are part of the 1%. while these children never worked a day in their life ,college paid for lmfao..

Havefunplayguitar ​Baltimore? Send money I need to pay my beach house mortgage

Why are you so Angry? ​Thats what we pay you clowns to do! Do your jobs, or fear, fear our LIBERTY!

torrok 01 ​If you make $50k a year Trump tax cut gave you $570. If you make $1m it gave you $70k. Is that fair? I would rather $1k a month

Annika_green ​@Joey that’s a broad generalization .

awildbill rightous ​HK ,, may the force be with you!👀👌

Happy Voice ​tax cuts for the rich lead to higher deficits and diminishing returns for the country

Travis Jackson ​Our President Trump is making Me proud.

GDPops ​Government shouldn't spend money they don't have. TRY DOING THAT AT HOME

Fuzz Man ​1 state 1 vote

Rebecca Brown ​Trump 2020!

Nothing ​Vote for democrats if you want your cities filled with 💩💩💩 and 💉💉💉

Edward Wallace ​Government bad answer to all problems. Marianne Williamson 2020

Mo Hamhead ​If it was up to me there would be zero free stuff for lazy unambitious parasites

nighttr ​I have an idea lets give the super wealthy a tax break,

Danny Hemphill ​the people that make a lot of money pay a lot of taxes idiot

Ramiro Garcia ​RINO'S & DEM'S SUCK.

David Hensley ​shut down the government good do it

Merlin Krisp ​True Danny 👍

richardcvlr5 ​there's creepy joe he's moving kinda slow in the men's room.

IR_Dankenstein ​Will there still be gummy bears? If not, it's on like Donkey Kong!

Drill Bit ​46% of people, don*t pay taxes.

Why are you so Angry? ​Many take pride in the fact that their children are made to work in honorable situations, with the word of god in their hearts, integrity in their minds, and a knowing of behavior. Who made you stupid

torrok 01 ​$1000 a month to everyone stimulates growth better than giving money to the rich

Havefunplayguitar ​I was blocked

abc def ​Joey why u watch fox,no tin foil hats here

Friendly Tourist ​I ❤ Cop Splash 💦🐖🐖

Niobokupletskite ​i say having it in your hand now is better then going out and find it

Uganda Knuckles Christ ​trump 2020 Landslide

HoarderCatG ​Nicole junkermann

Rod Bender ​people that make 12k a year and afford 1k per year taxes dumbocrats

awildbill rightous ​Master Jedi Trump leading the Jedi now! 2020 The lightside will defeat the darkside!🤜

Amy Tyler ​🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬

Bob A ​Richard he’s in there with booker

Rebecca Brown ​We The People demand Term Limits for congress and grandfather the limits.

Annika_green ​If there’s a crash & the bankers and corps get bailout, I will be upset!!! I think a check one time to WE THE PEOPLE IS FINE

Fuzz Man ​all the money all the billionaires in the world has would not pay for dems dreams

Dan Williams ​if there is more of something, does it increase in value?

Edward Wallace ​So don't spend pay the dog gone debt. Marianne Williamson 2020

Last Days ​What a fool. OH BUT THEY want to give everybody free S___! to put that debt on the backs of his grands

origine online ​Free education Free medical 5 weeks vacation bigger salary thx , try to be more like my friends in europe

Joey Big Things Poppin ​Never watched fox ever.. Alphabet

Happy Voice ​Raise taxes to reduce the deficit and fulfill budget shortfalls, it's not rocket science. Can't tighten the belt much more.

Stephen Rothwell ​maybe the good senators can donate his salary and half his net worth if he loves the kids so much

L Yachty ​TRUMP 2020

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​CUT SPENDING....START WITH CONGRESS PORKERS Welcome to live chat! Remember to guard your privacy and abide by our community guidelines. LEARN MORE

Leandro Garcia ​leave here , and go to the CSPAN live stream if you like

window789456123 ​trump 2020

Mo Hamhead ​There's too much parasite and not enough host now

Steven Jones ​do not buy the 1% LIE! That is all it is. LIES! Taxes went to everyone almost. THIS IS A LIE!

Why are you so Angry? ​Get a job, vote the Nanny government OUT of OUR lives! Figure it out, grow up. Most of us do, with or without the perpetually pubescent.

Danny Hemphill ​oh yes. free this free that equals loss of freedom

Blue Wizard ​🏆TRUMP 2020🏆

nighttr ​Trump supporters sure could use the free education

Drill Bit ​The rich make their money just like you do. Have you ever been hired by poor person???

torrok 01 ​Google Andrew Yang and check out his policies

Merlin Krisp ​Shut up 🤐

KritterKracker ​It's called stealing from Peter to pay Paul

De Dowd ​this guy is a Phoney Windbag! All talk and no action as long as his palm is greased with cash. Just watched a press conference in Baltimor and the Feds are cracking down on the drug dealers. Finally!

andrew richardson ​torrok 01, you sir, are an idiot, don;t breed

GDPops ​$22,022,376,894,711.12 National Debt

Kirrsty Locklear ​this dude is full of it our money is being stolen and not spent on the issues and foreign countries ain't paying their bills

Havefunplayguitar ​Why am I being censored?

Uganda Knuckles Christ ​Eat bacon our leave USA🥓

Amy Tyler ​This is so interesting! NOT!

Nothing ​no such thing as free you will have uneducated taxpayers paying for top earner college graduate degrees

Niobokupletskite ​tax break for the rich is a disinfection for the rip of businesses that surround us

Adrana West ​VOTE THE RIGHT WAY FOR AMERICA: TRUMP 2020

john doe ​ugh...

ascii ​Has anyone mentioned Israel yet?

AA14/MoshDuck ​Amy Tyler: Then why are you here?

Friendly Tourist ​🌚 PAGAN 🌛

IR_Dankenstein ​Word of the day is: Entitlement

Rod Bender ​"healthcare" should not be confused with "health insurance" DUMBOCRATS

Edward Wallace ​No one should be taxed by Government. Marianne Williamson 2020

grabitz ​slow mode

Bill Bush ​n

Star Dust ​why did you let Bush and Obama have all that money ?

Annika_green ​Stop taking too many meds and eat healthy. Again, PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY

No Regrets ​vote Trump 2020 President Trump 20/20 all the way

Happy Voice ​It's fiscally responsible to raise taxes on everyone, not just the rich, but middle class as well, before we even talk about changing healthcare or education.

Greig Ballantine ​oh my omar

BayouSef1 ​I don't know what he is talking about. It didn't cost me that much for a 12 year old.

Drill Bit ​Mushroom Williamson, Throw back from Woodstock

Steve Landy ​Trump 2020 ok

torrok 01 ​Trump has done nothing for you. Google Andrew Yang

AnabelleLee100 ​CAPS ARE ONLY WAY TO FIX HEALTHCARE COSTS

Joey Big Things Poppin ​Talk deficit yet their spending more than they can print

andrew richardson ​National debt goes up 100 million per hour 24/7

GDPops ​DISGUSTING DEMOCRATS - BOHICA

Spiny Norman ​taxation is theft, crime does not pay

DRUNKEN RAMBLE ​We're all gonna get a Skyscraper on 5th Ave one day. It's gonna be Huge!!!!......lololol

David Hensley ​so who is this guy lobbying for big pharma?

Uganda Knuckles Christ ​Omar antifa leader?

Dawn Gray ​Joe Biden SAID it last night. GOV'T has failed us 40yrs. Joe has BEEN THERE 49 THERE LIES THE PROBLEM. #TermLimits #ForthepeopleBythePeople

Danny Hemphill ​torrok01. your delusional. never gonna happen. IT'S called communism

DFG ​Corey Booker is the whitest person running for president

junior ​Andrew Yang 2020

KritterKracker ​The Superiority of the Republics freedom TRUMPS the inferiority of Congress

Keonte ​Andrew Yang 2020

awildbill rightous ​We clearly need Master Jedi Trump another 4 years ,💯

HK ​Torrok 01 come on man don't be Rude

abc def ​soros antifa and dem leader,fact

Mo Hamhead ​How come the Democrats aren't talking about Mueller any more? It's like he never existed

360Nomad ​I AM THE SENATE

Ganesh Jayatpal ​🚩🚩🚩

American Patriot 1776 ​Andrew Yang 2020 I agree Keonte

Happy Voice ​Taxes are used to support a government that provides necessary public services, such as a police force, public education, and public infrastructure, "taxation is theft" is simply idiotic.

Roger Clinton ​F Dems

Drill Bit ​Spiny Norman​ It pays for these people. They all rich.

SAND BLAST ​DEMOCRATS WERE IS MULLER ?

Jenny Ward ​I I bet Nancy Pelosi cart and baby roaches and lice flee from her arse.

Jim Brauer ​YANG 2020 / FREEDOM DIVIDEND / M4A / Humanity First / Abundance Mindset / $1,000 per mo per adult / Solution to POVERTY = CASH in the hands of Parents and Teachers !!! YANG = YES !!! TRICKLE UP

Annika_green ​@American Patriot 1776?Yang?! You want the taxation called VALUE ADDED TAX???

no halo ​President Trump should read that deal again because democrats and republicans agree to it,there has to be a catch,and you can't trust crooked career politicians!

Why are you so Angry? ​No more alms.

L Yachty ​Majority vote TRUMP obviously

OurSavageGaming ​MAGA 2020 🦅🦅🦅

JESUS CHRIST ​OLD FOLKS WANTING MORE CONTROL PRETTY SOON WE WILL BE WALKING LIKE SOLDIERS

Alan Johnson ​All of them are thieves! If they are talking they are Lying! Drain the swamp!

AnabelleLee100 ​Universal Health Exploitation does not fix Costs. Caps on Medical Charges ONLY Way to Fix Healthcare.

Joey Big Things Poppin ​So Taxation on the American people is a crime

Nothing ​democrats hate all human rights. they are anti free speech, privacy, self defence, due process. I cant think of 1 human right democrats support

Danny Hemphill ​yang is a con man commie

Borng Jak ​ខ្ញុំ

KritterKracker ​Freedom from Congress' Bad Debt

Dawn Gray ​MY Indep VOTE goes to TRUMP2020 #IndependentsForTrump

David Hensley ​and the police force is a arm of corporate America that listens to those who make the laws they are the arm that inforces them

Fake News ​DEBT CEILING MATTERS. PASSING IT IS A GOOD THING

abc def ​deport the whole yang family,enemies of the state

Kodiak ​suddenly Durbin cares about the troops.

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OPINION:  Great, great news to hear.  The Senate is doing an outstanding job.  

Lets give them applaus👏

[judiciousimprecation]

Ghost in the Shell (2017)

Ghost in the Shell (2017) is a no good very bad movie. It is even more disappointing than I expected, and I had to remind myself on multiple occasions during the viewing that if I walked out of the movie I would just have to suffer through it again later. The iconic philosophical themes and questions of the original movie are abandoned or mangled beyond recognition, and replaced by cliched tropes and story elements. Scarlett Johansson (and the rest of the cast) are decent when given the chance to shine, but the bad writing and absurd story decisions weigh heavily on the entire movie.

I’ll be honest - I don’t really care about the whitewashing issues. All else being equal I would have preferred a Japanese actress (side note: It seems weird to me that people kept calling for an “Asian actress” in place of ScarJo, not specifically a Japanese one), but if they honestly found a white woman who carried the role better, than more power to them. That is not what happened, though. ScarJo did better than I expected, but I did not expect much to begin with. I think the writing and characterization hampered her far more than her acting, but nonetheless this was hardly her ideal role.

However, claims that her being a white woman were somehow important to the plot and/or the themes of identity fall flat for a number of reasons. First, the aspect of race is completely (conspicuously!) absent from the film (arguably from the source material too!), and is never mentioned or addressed by the characters. Second, if she’s supposed to seem out of place as a white woman in Japan, it doesn’t really work when half her coworkers, the villain, the anti-hero, and the majority of the supporting characters are white! Third, if it was supposed to create some sort of rift/disconnect between her past/mother and her, that could have been done in a number of less ridiculous ways. You know what would have been really clever? Making her mother a Chinese refugee. That would have been really interesting.

Besides, all of those arguments are apologetics, because the Major’s racial identity never plays into the story, and the film certainly doesn’t do anything to highlight it.

(Second side note: Togusa, arguably one of the whitest looking characters, was played by an Asian guy! Y’all are just fucking with us)

Regardless of the casting decisions, their characterization of the new Major is unbearable. The decision to take the Major, an ex-military ass-kicking woman who has been a full-body cyborg her whole life, and turn her into Mira Killian, the amnesiac runaway who they kidnapped and stuffed into an experimental cyborg body and then leased to Section 9, imho, completely destroyed their ability to create a decent movie. In the original movie, Motoko Kusanagi is incredibly important and interesting as a character, but hardly important to the plot. She drives the plot forward, but the plot is not about her (It’s more complicated than that, but we’re here to talk about the new movie, not the original). Mira Killian is devoid of any agency, and ends up getting dragged through the plot by the machinations of the Evil Robot Corporation and the unstable Failed Experiment guy whose motives I didn’t understand, and which hardly fit with the rest of the movie’s themes. To repeat: The Major (nee Motoko Kusanagi), imho one of the strongest female characters ever written, has basically zero agency in this film. Mira Killian has no fucking clue what is going on.

Speaking of the Evil Robot Corporation and the Unstable Failed Experiment, this film is rife with all sort of cliches absent from the original film (and no, not because they weren’t cliches when the original aired). The majority of the original film’s interesting themes and philosophy were ripped out and replaced with tired scifi and cyberpunk cliches, and what wasn’t removed was dumbed down to the point of just beating the audience over the head with the words “Ghost” and “Shell” dozens of times. Barely five minutes in, the Evil Robot Corporation guy literally says “I don’t see her as a machine, I see her as a weapon”. I have never wanted to walk out of a movie so badly in my life. The entire Evil Robot Corporation is yet another tired and unnecessary cliche, and seem to exist only because movie audiences can’t understand a plot that doesn’t have a monolithic Antagonist driving every bad thing in the plot, and also to give Section 9 plenty of goons to shoot.

There’s a great tumblr post I can’t find that makes fun of cybernetic characters’ tendency to get angsty and annoying about their ~humanity~ and if they are still a ~person~ (rather than just embracing their badass new robot bits), and the new movie dives belly-first into those tropes. The original film starts with a world where full cyberization is increasingly popular and asks what it means to be human when you’ve been replaced by machinery, and where the soul (ghost) fits in that equation, and ends with an AI that has managed to create its own soul, thereby obviating the question. The new film starts with an amnesiac and the world’s only full-body cyborg (±1) worrying she’s a machine and wondering if she’s really a human at all, and ends with her getting her memories and backstory back and deciding, yep, she is definitely a human after all.

Also, I want to take a moment to complain about the new film’s insistence on pointless homages and callbacks to the source material. Naming the new Evil Robot Corporation “Hanka Robotics” is an incongruous reference, but an inoffensive one. Naming the antihero Hideo Kuze, though, was completely ridiculous and destroyed any shreds of immersion I might have had, every time they said his name. Hideo Kuze is the antagonist from the second season of the TV show; he bears no resemblance to this new character, and does not even exist in the same universe as the original film!

The entire garbage man sequence is so mangled as to make no fucking sense, all the more so because they insist on callbacks to little details like showing him the photo of his “daughter”, which feels completely out of place and confusing. The diving boat scene is the victim of twisted irony - in the original it’s like the one place where the Major discusses what it means to feel and be human (and also where the Puppet Master introduces himself!). In the new film it’s almost entirely pointless conversation that gestures feebly in the direction of the original, and probably one of the only places where the Mira doesn’t complain about not being human.

The opening scene is a weird hybrid of the opening scene from the original film, and the geisha house from the episode one of the TV series (two very good scenes). And yet it misses the point of both! The geisha house scene from SAC is supposed to illustrate Section 9’s competence, planning, and teamwork, as they surveil the area and move in stealthily, resolving the situation with just a few seconds of gunfire. Meanwhile, the opening scene in the original film illustrates the darker side of Section 9’s MO, as the Major assassinates a foreign diplomat who was about to give asylum to a programmer with classified info. To be clear, none of these elements *need* to be in the new film, but it raises the question of why the new version exists at all, and demonstrates just how superficial most of the callback scenes are. Overall, the callback scenes are all the more incongruous and strange for how they don’t fit at all with the new story and characters.

There are a few bright spots, though. Beat Takeshi and Pilou Asbæk are great as Aramaki and Batou, respectively (although the characters are universally hampered by bad writing). The title sequence was neat, and I think they nailed the Ghost in the Shell’s overall visual aesthetic. The Water Fight scene was actually really cool (possibly by virtue of being a shot-for-shot recreation of the original). Also, you can watch that one scene online and save yourself a miserable two hours! The rest of the action scenes did not fare so well. The stakes are incredibly low because everyone in Section 9 is an invincible badass (even though the film does a terrible job of establishing this), reducing the scenes to meaningless flash and an obsession with rendering cool effects on the Major’s thermoptic camouflage. I would probably have more to say, but I was so bored during the final climactic action scene I spent the time writing down my notes instead.

And then there’s all the stuff I’m less comfortable critiquing because it falls more under the umbrella of “creative vision” and I don’t want to sound like an anime weeb nitpicking details. But! They completely changed the ending, which was necessitated by the fact that they removed the Puppet Master and replaced him with the aforementioned Unstable Failed Experiment walking trope. They completely changed they way most people relate to cybernetic enhancements, and basically eliminated full-body cyberization from the setting. They added another woman to Section 9, but only managed to give her and all the other supporting members like 10 seconds of screen time each.

Overall, Ghost in the Shell (2017) was a bad movie that somehow managed to greatly disappoint me despite my very low expectations. Please do not go see it. Forget it exists, and go watch anything from the GitS franchise from before 2015 instead.

[airoasis]

Bitcoin and Friends | Episode 1

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Bitcoin and Friends | Episode 1

Whats up? Rest handy, you’ve yet to construct your force. Who are you? I am your father the place am I? I need to go away you son, in your safeguard. Wait! I will at all times be with you. What am I doing right here? What am I? Dad? The hell am I? Yo, want some ice cream? The place, the place am I? New Jersey. The place’s New Jersey? United states of america, man. The place’s the us? Earth, motherfucker! Where’s the earth? Bro, for real I have got to get my eight hours. This shit catching up. Excuse me, sir. Are you from the bank? Uhhh… I paid my personal loan, man. I paid my mortgage. You persons have no souls! However sir, i am not from the… Oohhh! What is going on? Oh, hell yeah! Music: "Pop Goes the Weasel" Ice cream!! Much favored. Good day man, what do we received. Creamy Crunch, King Cone, snow cone, turtles, you identify it. And? Good, your commonplace ice cream cones and flavors. And? Crack, hashish, ecstasy, molly… And locally sourced black-tar heroin. I will take the heroin. K, who’s subsequent? I was hoping that you just’d have some peanut butter pie, peanut butter pie might be.Who am I? What’s this situation? I am all by myself. Whats up there kid, why am I al… It is so cold. I am so moist. I would starve. I do not need to die. Order up! Oh, please! We will see. Ice cream! Ice cream please. Um, I consider i’m going to take the ice cream please. I am sorry sir, i’m gonna have got to ask you to pay upfront. Ok, will this be adequate? Ice cream please! Fuck you! Good, good, good, who do we now have squatting in our house? It can be a cardboard box. Are you announcing Terry and that i’s dwelling is a section of shit? Well, it’s no longer not a bit of shit. This clowns got some nerve. I guess if our house’s shit we’re shit too huh, punk? No you are human however you do smell of it. If we smell like shit, you are gonna smell like piss. Good day gentlemen, howdy you are not able to, you gotta put them matters away man.Do you need to get pissed on too? You all correct? Come on let’s get out of here. Hey man, go forward now I already advised you. Hit me up next week. I got that cold rough money with a okay comin’ for ya. Ignore her. She all bark. What’s the "B" stand for? I don’t know. My dad gave it to me. Who is your dad? That is what i’m making an attempt to figure out. Ha, welcome to the membership, man. Will you support me to find him? Shit man, at a targeted point you come to recognize if he ain’t here, fuck him.You think me? I have so many questions. I do not know why i’m alive. Man, i’ve been here forty five years and my ass nonetheless don’t know. Look, you gotta shut that existential shit out. And when you’re struggling to combat that shit off, it’s brownie time. No what i am speaking about? What’s this? The police call it an "illegal substance." Why is it illegal? I have been asking myself the identical thing for years. You have got a lot of questions. But you certainly not have the answers. Man, you just say anything crawls into your Orange-ass head, do not you? I think. Well shit. No surprise why your father dipped to your ass! Not within the ice-cream man. Seem, look man you are not by myself. It feels like the day gone by. I was once wandering the aisles of division outlets watching for my father too. Seem i will support you. Discontinue crying. I ought to feel.Good, i guess a DNA scan will not work. You are not the daddy! Don’t fear it is ordinary. Shit, this shit ought to be laced. Mmm mmm anything in there. Let me see that. Come with me. Where are you going? The whitest position on the earth. Jones! The place have you ever been hiding? You come to play video games with Herald once more? Hmmm sure, is he home? He definite is, in the basement as common. Harold, Vitalik, Jones is right here. Yo, Herald. Mitalik, get this little pecker, forged "Intimidating Scream." "forged intimidating scream." Shut the fuck up you little bitch! For those who repeat me one more time. "in case you repeat me a different time." growth, obtained you you little bitch. How’s it consider to be broken up in my Quaker Oatmeal cereal? Yeah, suck on that hilt! Mom! What the fuck?!! Jones, man you’re just in time. (Whispered) We ran out of our stash.Oh no, i am no longer here for all that man. I would like your thoughts and opinion on whatever. That is my buddy "B." he is looking for his father. What the hell is he, she, it. I have no idea what fucking pronoun to make use of for him, her. I’m caught in this loop man you gotta support me. Pay attention, that is why we’re here. Our ass don’t know. "B" do not even know. He bought some nerdy ass code displaying up on his arm. Looks real technical. Mitalik, I might need you on this one. Good, that’s intriguing hmmmmm mmmm exciting. Herald, get the firewire. We still cool correct? Uhh yeah. Mitalik, tell me what you are doing. Okay, simply ignore me then. No scorching pockets for you. They solved the double spend difficulty. Harold, do you continue to have your historic GTX50? Does a duck have wings? Did my mom get herpes before I used to be born? Harold, i’m going to be vacuuming up here. Yeah, I still have it. Severely, I gotta lay off tarts. This seems to be some form of peer-to-peer electronic money community.Peer what? It works as an immutable, decentralized public ledger that everyone can see. Pay attention, i want you to provide an explanation for this to me and ruin it down like I used to be straight-up retarded. This community eventually fixes the essential problem of digital property and scarcity. With digital items what’s to stop any person from simply conveniently copy and pasting digital expertise ad infinitum? Feel about it in phrases of Bloodcraft. We simply obtained the "Orb of wisdom," the rarest object in Bloodcraft. What’s to stop the developers from reproduction and pasting 50 orbs and hocking them on eBay? I wager they hook up their individual bills! That fucker darkish Rider had a +16 Black Sword that he’s been fucking me up the ass with all week. Language please. Oh, you want that treasure? Nope! Fucked up the ass! Oh, you want to solid that spell? No! Fucked up the ass! And that is my point. Language Harold, language! What do we have to do with a view to just experience our video games? Do not seem at me, shit I do not know what the fuck’s going on. Trust! Nonetheless do not know what the fuck’s going on. I mentioned language Harold! We ought to believe the developers. Bloodcraft runs off of centralized servers which means they would have made 10,000 +16 Black Swords without us ever knowing! If blood craft ran off a decentralized community like "B" here then the code is publicly allotted for the whole world to see."B" right here might change the very material of believe in the digital age. Guarantees would not be held within the hands of these in energy but solid in immutable and incorruptible code! Guys, I don’t know what any of that is. I just need to to find my dad. Do not stress. His orange ass tends to assert something the fuck is on his mind. Harold! Well that’s the entire factor of a decentralized public ledger. They would not have the capabilities of lying. Harold! Does he look like a nerd? Absolutely. Factor to the nearest virgins. Shit, "B" we gonna have numerous fun. Sorry Vitalik, I are not able to support it. I consider i’m in love with you. Can, can you support me to find my dad nerd? Would you mind? Playboy’s been depressed seeing that I determined his ass wandering the streets.Most likely! This is essentially the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen on the grounds that the Bloodcraft "Ice Throne" expansions came out! Appears like the general public repository was once posted on supply Forge. Is that his identify up within the nook? The one i will be able to wholly pronounce but I select to not due to the fact I need to hear you say it. Satoshi Nakamoto. Someone obtained a mobilephone e-book? No want. Borian Nakamoto born Borian Satoshi Nakamoto, 1954. Shit, man we need to work together sometime. 555 Westchester Avenue. Who’s up for a road commute? I ought to meet this man! Load up the virgins. Left on important St. Then four miles south on Clover. Winds ten levels from the east. Slightly overkill however I acquired you.And i am looking at you back there Harold. No stealing my drugs. Okay, so medications is off the table. What in regards to the ice cream? I will give a mom fucker one cone on the condo. Whatever but my sherbert. And any individual touch my sherbert bitch getting choked out in right here. You recognize. How come you do not reside in any such houses Jones? They are great. Yours is, ugly. I did. The arena just went to shit man; the biggest stock crash considering the fine depression. I lost everything: my house, my 10 children, my spouse. I’m gonna miss that girl too. Them high-quality titties! You’re late. Right here Jones, i can translate . I suppose we on the correct location. I referred to as you five hours in the past! Come in! Are available! Good day man, your son’s right right here.Come! Comply with me. You clean the pool! The hell you speaking about? I ain’t cleaning your pool. You smooth your own damn pool! You clean the pool! Or you’re fired! Bitch, i am a self-employed entrepreneur. I don’t work for your ass. I came right here to convey your son dwelling who it sounds as if you left on the street to ought to turn methods for a living.Son? What is that this? This is not my son. Talk to this man. You released the cashless, peer-to-peer network by way of source Forge, on January 9th. If source Forge cleans my pool, then sure, I released it. Fathers are at all times in denial. This is average on the planet. This is not my son. Look at her, she’s never carried a little one. Clean swimming pool. Listen i am trying to hold it cool when you consider that of the child and these two frail-ass white boys that is gift, however in the event you question me to wash your fucking pool a further time, i am gonna knock your ass tender out and sink Moby Dick over there. Easy. The. Swimming pool! Oh my god. Lord Jesus. Motherfucker! See usually "B" when humans just won’t discontinue fucking with you You received to use just a little physical drive.You’ll be able to hear a lot of humans say shit like violence ain’t the reply and blase, swaze, this that and the third. But mostly the one factor left to do is to wrap your fingers round a motherfucker throat. Gents. Hello man. Howdy, I fucked up. This one’s on me. I said one on the house, Harold. Dang. What? I was once hoping to monitor Satoshi by means of the community’s area registration but it looks like Satoshi used a pay as you go debit card to pay by way of anonymous speech dot org. Why would he want to conceal like a bitch? It form of is smart. The creator of a digital foreign money equipped of undermining government backed fiat would need to use a pseudonym. The founding father of the liberty dollar, Bernhard von NotHaus, was once jailed in 2007 for counterfeiting. Wait, so these little mini-mes that he’s been shitting out his mouth all day could be cash? What makes cash is not only the intrinsic properties it incorporates but the neighborhood of persons who agree it has price and are inclined to exchange them for good and offerings.This sounds rather fishy to me. Like Jared Fogle’s pc fishy. No, real speak. Why does be preserve throwing up shit? These little guys are the Bitcoin currency. They’re block rewards for securing the community. That is a reward? "B" here will spit them up every 10 minutes for years yet to come. Now they are off to the miners as payment for securing the community through cryptographic hashing. In this manner, unaffiliated events from all over the place the sector are incentivized to support the community, no longer smash it down. Good the community simply began. There cannot be that many individuals mining it. No, now not at this factor. Because of this? We simply have to comply with the coins! Buckle up. Shit these muhfucka quick! Come on, show me what this ice-cream truck can do! Don’t you stop for that red mild. Jones! Hey Mrs. Peters. Are you coming to play video video games with Alex this week? If he offers me a name i will come over.It is inexperienced, go! Gotta run. Jones, take a left on fourth. Come on man, chase that puke! Ice cream! Supply me ice cream, clown! The hell! I stated, supply me ice craughhh! You are riding like Helen Keller. Come on man go! Damn, everybody out. Fuck. When within the hell did they start making intersections like this? Ugghhhh. Back to square one. Bitch, I told you one cone. This is the equal one man! Bullshit! You had vanilla final time. Get off my again. I hate everything. Do not fear "B." we’ll figure it out. "B" Yippee!! Lace-up motherfuckers. The residence belongs to the laptop scientist by using the identify Mr.Buddy Fifty. Someone wishes to take the lead? Any person residence? My thermal map is displaying a positive readout in the living room. Whats up? Excuse me, Mr. Fifty? Mr. Fifty, is this your son? The chosen one. Come right here. I is not going to harm you. You do not sound like my dad. You will do much, must you be given the call. Go on "B." He wasn’t a cripple both. (When humans simply won’t discontinue fucking with you, you gotta use somewhat bodily drive.) Haugh Huh! "B" get back right here! "B" hello, you gonna have got to excuse "B." he’s hella harassed about everything. His name is not "B." His identify is Bitcoin and he’ll be back. Even in his infancy he has strength. So why did you leave the little motherfucker? There are numerous matters I cannot communicate of. However, what i can inform you is those standing right here on this room are privileged beyond measure. You might be witnessing historical past within the making. First came fire, then agriculture, then the commercial Revolution, then the internet, and now the Blockchain. Oh, you’re undoubtedly now not the first one to inform me that is the finest shit when you consider that sliced bread. And that i will not be the last! We’re laying the foundation of a new economic order. Are you pronouncing that in the future I could alternate a few of these little bitcoins for millions, cash? Oh my youngster, what i am looking to inform you is that when you are equipped you is not going to need to. .

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Bitcoin and Friends | Episode 1

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Bitcoin and Friends | Episode 1

Whats up? Rest handy, you’ve yet to construct your force. Who are you? I am your father the place am I? I need to go away you son, in your safeguard. Wait! I will at all times be with you. What am I doing right here? What am I? Dad? The hell am I? Yo, want some ice cream? The place, the place am I? New Jersey. The place’s New Jersey? United states of america, man. The place’s the us? Earth, motherfucker! Where’s the earth? Bro, for real I have got to get my eight hours. This shit catching up. Excuse me, sir. Are you from the bank? Uhhh… I paid my personal loan, man. I paid my mortgage. You persons have no souls! However sir, i am not from the… Oohhh! What is going on? Oh, hell yeah! Music: "Pop Goes the Weasel" Ice cream!! Much favored. Good day man, what do we received. Creamy Crunch, King Cone, snow cone, turtles, you identify it. And? Good, your commonplace ice cream cones and flavors. And? Crack, hashish, ecstasy, molly… And locally sourced black-tar heroin. I will take the heroin. K, who’s subsequent? I was hoping that you just’d have some peanut butter pie, peanut butter pie might be.Who am I? What’s this situation? I am all by myself. Whats up there kid, why am I al… It is so cold. I am so moist. I would starve. I do not need to die. Order up! Oh, please! We will see. Ice cream! Ice cream please. Um, I consider i’m going to take the ice cream please. I am sorry sir, i’m gonna have got to ask you to pay upfront. Ok, will this be adequate? Ice cream please! Fuck you! Good, good, good, who do we now have squatting in our house? It can be a cardboard box. Are you announcing Terry and that i’s dwelling is a section of shit? Well, it’s no longer not a bit of shit. This clowns got some nerve. I guess if our house’s shit we’re shit too huh, punk? No you are human however you do smell of it. If we smell like shit, you are gonna smell like piss. Good day gentlemen, howdy you are not able to, you gotta put them matters away man.Do you need to get pissed on too? You all correct? Come on let’s get out of here. Hey man, go forward now I already advised you. Hit me up next week. I got that cold rough money with a okay comin’ for ya. Ignore her. She all bark. What’s the "B" stand for? I don’t know. My dad gave it to me. Who is your dad? That is what i’m making an attempt to figure out. Ha, welcome to the membership, man. Will you support me to find him? Shit man, at a targeted point you come to recognize if he ain’t here, fuck him.You think me? I have so many questions. I do not know why i’m alive. Man, i’ve been here forty five years and my ass nonetheless don’t know. Look, you gotta shut that existential shit out. And when you’re struggling to combat that shit off, it’s brownie time. No what i am speaking about? What’s this? The police call it an "illegal substance." Why is it illegal? I have been asking myself the identical thing for years. You have got a lot of questions. But you certainly not have the answers. Man, you just say anything crawls into your Orange-ass head, do not you? I think. Well shit. No surprise why your father dipped to your ass! Not within the ice-cream man. Seem, look man you are not by myself. It feels like the day gone by. I was once wandering the aisles of division outlets watching for my father too. Seem i will support you. Discontinue crying. I ought to feel.Good, i guess a DNA scan will not work. You are not the daddy! Don’t fear it is ordinary. Shit, this shit ought to be laced. Mmm mmm anything in there. Let me see that. Come with me. Where are you going? The whitest position on the earth. Jones! The place have you ever been hiding? You come to play video games with Herald once more? Hmmm sure, is he home? He definite is, in the basement as common. Harold, Vitalik, Jones is right here. Yo, Herald. Mitalik, get this little pecker, forged "Intimidating Scream." "forged intimidating scream." Shut the fuck up you little bitch! For those who repeat me one more time. "in case you repeat me a different time." growth, obtained you you little bitch. How’s it consider to be broken up in my Quaker Oatmeal cereal? Yeah, suck on that hilt! Mom! What the fuck?!! Jones, man you’re just in time. (Whispered) We ran out of our stash.Oh no, i am no longer here for all that man. I would like your thoughts and opinion on whatever. That is my buddy "B." he is looking for his father. What the hell is he, she, it. I have no idea what fucking pronoun to make use of for him, her. I’m caught in this loop man you gotta support me. Pay attention, that is why we’re here. Our ass don’t know. "B" do not even know. He bought some nerdy ass code displaying up on his arm. Looks real technical. Mitalik, I might need you on this one. Good, that’s intriguing hmmmmm mmmm exciting. Herald, get the firewire. We still cool correct? Uhh yeah. Mitalik, tell me what you are doing. Okay, simply ignore me then. No scorching pockets for you. They solved the double spend difficulty. Harold, do you continue to have your historic GTX50? Does a duck have wings? Did my mom get herpes before I used to be born? Harold, i’m going to be vacuuming up here. Yeah, I still have it. Severely, I gotta lay off tarts. This seems to be some form of peer-to-peer electronic money community.Peer what? It works as an immutable, decentralized public ledger that everyone can see. Pay attention, i want you to provide an explanation for this to me and ruin it down like I used to be straight-up retarded. This community eventually fixes the essential problem of digital property and scarcity. With digital items what’s to stop any person from simply conveniently copy and pasting digital expertise ad infinitum? Feel about it in phrases of Bloodcraft. We simply obtained the "Orb of wisdom," the rarest object in Bloodcraft. What’s to stop the developers from reproduction and pasting 50 orbs and hocking them on eBay? I wager they hook up their individual bills! That fucker darkish Rider had a +16 Black Sword that he’s been fucking me up the ass with all week. Language please. Oh, you want that treasure? Nope! Fucked up the ass! Oh, you want to solid that spell? No! Fucked up the ass! And that is my point. Language Harold, language! What do we have to do with a view to just experience our video games? Do not seem at me, shit I do not know what the fuck’s going on. Trust! Nonetheless do not know what the fuck’s going on. I mentioned language Harold! We ought to believe the developers. Bloodcraft runs off of centralized servers which means they would have made 10,000 +16 Black Swords without us ever knowing! If blood craft ran off a decentralized community like "B" here then the code is publicly allotted for the whole world to see."B" right here might change the very material of believe in the digital age. Guarantees would not be held within the hands of these in energy but solid in immutable and incorruptible code! Guys, I don’t know what any of that is. I just need to to find my dad. Do not stress. His orange ass tends to assert something the fuck is on his mind. Harold! Well that’s the entire factor of a decentralized public ledger. They would not have the capabilities of lying. Harold! Does he look like a nerd? Absolutely. Factor to the nearest virgins. Shit, "B" we gonna have numerous fun. Sorry Vitalik, I are not able to support it. I consider i’m in love with you. Can, can you support me to find my dad nerd? Would you mind? Playboy’s been depressed seeing that I determined his ass wandering the streets.Most likely! This is essentially the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen on the grounds that the Bloodcraft "Ice Throne" expansions came out! Appears like the general public repository was once posted on supply Forge. Is that his identify up within the nook? The one i will be able to wholly pronounce but I select to not due to the fact I need to hear you say it. Satoshi Nakamoto. Someone obtained a mobilephone e-book? No want. Borian Nakamoto born Borian Satoshi Nakamoto, 1954. Shit, man we need to work together sometime. 555 Westchester Avenue. Who’s up for a road commute? I ought to meet this man! Load up the virgins. Left on important St. Then four miles south on Clover. Winds ten levels from the east. Slightly overkill however I acquired you.And i am looking at you back there Harold. No stealing my drugs. Okay, so medications is off the table. What in regards to the ice cream? I will give a mom fucker one cone on the condo. Whatever but my sherbert. And any individual touch my sherbert bitch getting choked out in right here. You recognize. How come you do not reside in any such houses Jones? They are great. Yours is, ugly. I did. The arena just went to shit man; the biggest stock crash considering the fine depression. I lost everything: my house, my 10 children, my spouse. I’m gonna miss that girl too. Them high-quality titties! You’re late. Right here Jones, i can translate . I suppose we on the correct location. I referred to as you five hours in the past! Come in! Are available! Good day man, your son’s right right here.Come! Comply with me. You clean the pool! The hell you speaking about? I ain’t cleaning your pool. You smooth your own damn pool! You clean the pool! Or you’re fired! Bitch, i am a self-employed entrepreneur. I don’t work for your ass. I came right here to convey your son dwelling who it sounds as if you left on the street to ought to turn methods for a living.Son? What is that this? This is not my son. Talk to this man. You released the cashless, peer-to-peer network by way of source Forge, on January 9th. If source Forge cleans my pool, then sure, I released it. Fathers are at all times in denial. This is average on the planet. This is not my son. Look at her, she’s never carried a little one. Clean swimming pool. Listen i am trying to hold it cool when you consider that of the child and these two frail-ass white boys that is gift, however in the event you question me to wash your fucking pool a further time, i am gonna knock your ass tender out and sink Moby Dick over there. Easy. The. Swimming pool! Oh my god. Lord Jesus. Motherfucker! See usually "B" when humans just won’t discontinue fucking with you You received to use just a little physical drive.You’ll be able to hear a lot of humans say shit like violence ain’t the reply and blase, swaze, this that and the third. But mostly the one factor left to do is to wrap your fingers round a motherfucker throat. Gents. Hello man. Howdy, I fucked up. This one’s on me. I said one on the house, Harold. Dang. What? I was once hoping to monitor Satoshi by means of the community’s area registration but it looks like Satoshi used a pay as you go debit card to pay by way of anonymous speech dot org. Why would he want to conceal like a bitch? It form of is smart. The creator of a digital foreign money equipped of undermining government backed fiat would need to use a pseudonym. The founding father of the liberty dollar, Bernhard von NotHaus, was once jailed in 2007 for counterfeiting. Wait, so these little mini-mes that he’s been shitting out his mouth all day could be cash? What makes cash is not only the intrinsic properties it incorporates but the neighborhood of persons who agree it has price and are inclined to exchange them for good and offerings.This sounds rather fishy to me. Like Jared Fogle’s pc fishy. No, real speak. Why does be preserve throwing up shit? These little guys are the Bitcoin currency. They’re block rewards for securing the community. That is a reward? "B" here will spit them up every 10 minutes for years yet to come. Now they are off to the miners as payment for securing the community through cryptographic hashing. In this manner, unaffiliated events from all over the place the sector are incentivized to support the community, no longer smash it down. Good the community simply began. There cannot be that many individuals mining it. No, now not at this factor. Because of this? We simply have to comply with the coins! Buckle up. Shit these muhfucka quick! Come on, show me what this ice-cream truck can do! Don’t you stop for that red mild. Jones! Hey Mrs. Peters. Are you coming to play video video games with Alex this week? If he offers me a name i will come over.It is inexperienced, go! Gotta run. Jones, take a left on fourth. Come on man, chase that puke! Ice cream! Supply me ice cream, clown! The hell! I stated, supply me ice craughhh! You are riding like Helen Keller. Come on man go! Damn, everybody out. Fuck. When within the hell did they start making intersections like this? Ugghhhh. Back to square one. Bitch, I told you one cone. This is the equal one man! Bullshit! You had vanilla final time. Get off my again. I hate everything. Do not fear "B." we’ll figure it out. "B" Yippee!! Lace-up motherfuckers. The residence belongs to the laptop scientist by using the identify Mr.Buddy Fifty. Someone wishes to take the lead? Any person residence? My thermal map is displaying a positive readout in the living room. Whats up? Excuse me, Mr. Fifty? Mr. Fifty, is this your son? The chosen one. Come right here. I is not going to harm you. You do not sound like my dad. You will do much, must you be given the call. Go on "B." He wasn’t a cripple both. (When humans simply won’t discontinue fucking with you, you gotta use somewhat bodily drive.) Haugh Huh! "B" get back right here! "B" hello, you gonna have got to excuse "B." he’s hella harassed about everything. His name is not "B." His identify is Bitcoin and he’ll be back. Even in his infancy he has strength. So why did you leave the little motherfucker? There are numerous matters I cannot communicate of. However, what i can inform you is those standing right here on this room are privileged beyond measure. You might be witnessing historical past within the making. First came fire, then agriculture, then the commercial Revolution, then the internet, and now the Blockchain. Oh, you’re undoubtedly now not the first one to inform me that is the finest shit when you consider that sliced bread. And that i will not be the last! We’re laying the foundation of a new economic order. Are you pronouncing that in the future I could alternate a few of these little bitcoins for millions, cash? Oh my youngster, what i am looking to inform you is that when you are equipped you is not going to need to. .