What is the entire world pulling your leg about?

The serious depiction of fantasy and the supernatural.

I felt the same way about it. Then a friend who I really respect started playing. I had to sit down and say “OK, WTF?”

And she said “It’s like a worldwide game of capture the flag, with three teams, but also individual points.”

Now I can’t believe I’m gonna miss out on this.

I don’t know a single man who would pass up a date because the woman DIDN’T wear makeup. I know quite a few who won’t date women who wear too much makeup.

And this is one of mine - how does this industry take up so much money? What are we really accomplishing with it all?

This. I can’t help listening to some politicians and thinking “Are there people who are really OK with that?” And I don’t just mean Trump, but he is a living caricature of the type.

Houses so big it’s like walking to the corner shop for breakfast every morning. There is a point at which simply getting to the room you need is inconvenient.

Especially houses that big with only three or four bedrooms. Seriously? It’s 10,000 square feet but you don’t have a bedroom for Grandma on the Holidays?!?

Liver. There is no way that anybody could like this stuff. This is a joke, right? You’re trying to trick me into eating this refuse? Ditto anything that is declared to be an “acquired taste.” Why on Earth would anybody choose to inure themselves to something that is initially (and obviously!) vile?

No worries. It’s not full color. It just makes you better able to distinguish colors using the colors you can already see. So, if she look hideous, it’s still not what she actually looks like. (Plus, we’re also all basically one color, except for our hair and eyes.)

And, yes, I know you’re being facetious. But I saw some ignorance to fight.

Bond. James Bond. The descriptions of both the books and the movies (and I think I’m the only person on the planet who hasn’t read or watched one) leaves me cold.

Well, the real point is that despite my facetious tone the color-sighted person I’m chatting with typically rushes to reassure me that my wife is in fact gorgeous, which typically channels the conversation into entertaining directions and away from the excruciating minutiae of how I can tell whether it’s a green light or a red light.

Obviously no one here will so reassure me, because, well, you don’t know her.

But she’s gorgeous.

They are no lying! I understand your plight, since I have also watched this show but didn’t find anything to engage me. But one thing I know for sure – the fans really, REALLY do like the show. All Doctors, all the Time (Lord).

Ditto. Many’s the time, when I have said, “I don’t like tea,” that people have said, “You should try this one, everyone likes it!”

<SPEW!>

I don’t understand why it’s popular. I don’t understand why some people who play it have no common sense.

That any of this shit is real. That I’m not a disembodied brain being fed sensory information as an experiment to see how weird things can get and still not implode the brain.

  1. Even though I’ve actually (supposedly) been in Delaware, I’m not sure it really exists. And I’m agnostic on Rhode Island being a real place.

  2. Rabid excitement about/enthusiastic playing of videogames eludes me. I played some Super Mario Bros when the home version came out in the '80s, but that’s about it.

  3. +2,345 on obsessions with celebrity news. I could give less than a flyin’ F if Brad and Angie get divorced or Kringe Kardashian has had Tibetan peasants’ fat injected into her ass.

  4. Due to my profession, I have to say this quickly and then run:I really don’t like poetry.

Raises hand in air: I HATE hot dogs.

(queueing slapped bass line) seconded.

I’d like to see a UK’er corroborate this.

Also - the paranormal, reality, csi…most shit on tv.

Well, when my son saw a Jackson Pollock at the museum for the first time his reaction was “This is so cool!” So some people agree with the art critics.

How did you feel in 1984, when 49 states voted red? :dubious:

I don’t have a strong opinion on Jackson Pollock, but this made me very happy.

HA! I feel the same way about coffee and beer.

‘‘No really, these are the best beans hand ground by the indigenous peoples of Krakatoa…’’

Yeah, no, it tastes like shit. Sorry.

I hate that general attitude in which people try to force you to love foods you hate. My Aunt is this way. ‘‘I hate olives.’’ ‘‘Well, you really don’t, you just haven’t had a truly good olive. Here, eat this olive. It’s the best olive that could conceptually exist.’’ ‘‘But I hate olives.’’ ‘‘EAT IT!’’

Eats olive
Is worst experience of my entire life
‘‘I hate you.’’

Really? How can anybody be depressed watching a chimp in a robot dog costume? And Dirk Benedict blowing the crap out of toaster men!

That’s practically the definition of life-affirming.

My thing that I’m certain the world is pulling my leg about is reboots. They’re just not good.

#JimPhelpswastheGOODguy, #Spock’smommetCAPTAINKirk

I was more libertarian in 1984 than I am now. I could understand if today’s red states were libertarian, but conservatives are anything but.

Kindred spirit!

I can’t understand why they ever made another one after Casino Royale. It was perfectly enjoyable, didn’t take itself too seriously, and had a built-in excuee for stopping (since the entire British Secret Service, plus George Raft, had been converted to a cloud of ionized particles). They should have just said toodle-oo to the silly cold war dick-waving and spent their money making thirty-three sequels to Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang.

(bolding mine)

Weehawken. Dawn. Guns. Drawn.

I am mystified by oysters. Not that they exist, but that people eat them and seem to enjoy the experience. I’ve had one or two in my life and I can only say urgh.

I will go with the cheese conversation, but with the specific addition. I hate cheese on a burger. To me a good burger does not need cheese. As a matter of fact cheese ruins a good burger. But no matter where you go, if you order a hamburger, they always ask if you want cheese on that. And when you decline, they look at you like you have a bowling ball for a head.