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chaosvizier) wrote2006-01-19 08:21 am
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OK, let's meme it again. Bring it.
Behold, The Top Five Meme!
You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in my comments section (Top Five People I'd Like To Kill, Top Five Musical Pieces Ever Written, etc.). Then, in a separate post, I'll post the answers to all your Top 5 ideas, according to me. Then you post this offer in your own journal.
EDIT: Fuck a separate post. I'll answer here and now. Instant gratification for all!
You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in my comments section (Top Five People I'd Like To Kill, Top Five Musical Pieces Ever Written, etc.). Then, in a separate post, I'll post the answers to all your Top 5 ideas, according to me. Then you post this offer in your own journal.
EDIT: Fuck a separate post. I'll answer here and now. Instant gratification for all!
See, now you're forcing me to lie. Kinda.
4. Kurt Russell (this is the movie, not the show) is bad-ass. He beat up Lo Pan. No one in the Star Wars universe can say that.
3. The Force is pretty powerful, but you gotta respect the powers of MacGyver. Obi-Wan couldn't make a planet-killer bomb out of an old shirt, a newspaper, and duct tape.
2. Stargate happens NOW. And mostly HERE. None of this "long time ago" and "far far away" crap. Except... well, the stargate does take them far away, usually.
1. How To Go Really Really Far Away, Star Wars style: Get in to a barfight, argue with the ship's captain, get chased by stormtroopers, take off, get blockaded by Star Destroyers, and finally get the coordinates from the navicomputer to jump into hyperspace, only to arrive at your destination and find that the Death Star blew the fuck out of it.
How To Go Really Really Far Away, Stargate style: Walk through a big fancy circle. Emerge moments later. The destination is never blown the fuck up.
Fairness Counterpart: Mace Windu could singlehandedly take out the entire SG-1 team, and probably everything within three hundred miles of their location at any given point in time. Come on. It's Samuel L. Motherfucking Jackson.
Re: See, now you're forcing me to lie. Kinda.