What time is the world suppose to end today? I need to make sure I strip naked and wave my penis at traffic before it happens. Somebody needs to be "that guy" before it's all over.

I'm actually not a soccer fan. I just think it's silly to call it soccer here when the rest of the world calls it football.

Australians have the right idea. Not only do they differentiate their game with a different name (Australian Rules (Aussie Rules))) they actually HAVE a superior game.

I have made it my life goal to never leave the stage in life when I liked building snow forts and having snowball fights.

The same can be said for cartoons and comics and so forth.

While my peers rushed into smoking, drinking, drugs and sex thinking it made them older, I kept to the vices that were less expensive, I could actually sell off, and weren't so hard on my physical or mental health.

I say this about Clix often. It's true that Hypertime figs aren't worth what they were, but I still could sell them off and get something. And something is worth more than piss. So I spend the money a "normal" adult would on alcohol on Clix.

No kidding. Imagine the Super Bowl ending in a tie and the rules stipulating that both teams had to come back and play the whole game over the next week. Them Aussies are hardcore.

I've done that more than once, with witnesses. EVERY day is grounds for nudity.

Knocked another item off the work list, so I'm dipping in for a few moments again.
Understood.

There's the potential to appreciate any human endeavor, including the necessary elements of success, but most of that in sports remains so alien to me that I've thus far made little effort to bridge that gap. I'm only at the stage where I'll think to check to see how various teams are doing so I can give a nod to a victory or provide an opportunity to vent frustration in one or another friend who I know might follow that sport and team. As there's so much I do feel an affinity for that I don't find adequate time to spend on, I doubt that NFL, NHL, NBA, etc. are going to find me among the ranks of their fans anytime soon. If a couple, key people left my life I believe I could drop such interest as I've developed in baseball in the past few years fairly easily.

For most people sports are a big touchstone and part of their culture, often being a binding element even within families. I have little of those primary associations with them, and such as I do have are just a matter of conscious development in recent times.

Alternate, snarky response: This talk about using the clock well as a huge component for victory is finding me thinking about discussions on this site concerning the Heroclix metagame. Even less kindly, not so much the art of turtling as that of the effective hit and run to rack up a lead in points and deny the opponent the same opportunity. It's not something I find myself drawn toward. I may just lack the spirit of a warrior. It's all so unsavory to me.

Certainly, it is just a game, and I may be putting too much weight on it to casually enjoy it, but I see how much weight so many fans put into these things and I don't know why I'd ever want to do the same.

Because you have a life.

I want to slap the !@#$ out of people who ascribe this mentality to HC.

"YOU! ::SMACK:: ARE! ::SMACK:: NOT! ::SMACK:: SUN! ::SMACK:: TZU!"

What?

Why traffic?

Maybe you're not but I belong to his clan here.

So the extended cut didn't make it any better?

And that costume is awesome looking!

More coverage. If I just did it on campus, the college kids wouldn't appreciate how...significant... it was. I figured traffic or across the street from a nursing home. Either way the world is going to end so I can't get in trouble, right?

Yeah. What's the deal with that?

Can you give me a list of the qualities of members of said clan?

You mean all 9 minutes of the extended cut? No, it did not help at all. It's still a bad movie.

I have met none of you and played games with none of you. I am the Ogre Enigma.

Best way to do it is to no-sell the reaction.

Stand there, pants around ankles, gently swaying in the breeze, and when you get an odd look/remark just blink in confusion and then go "OH! Goodness, sorry! SORRY!" and pull the pants up.