I played a large part in a kiddie porn from the 80's. It involved me, two chickens and some sexy little 4 year old
and you narc'd on him. Which probably was the genesis of his hate for the white people of Portland, driving him to drink.
A loser is a volunteer narc who works for free. There are about a million of them, getting a buck or two from the police department for their trouble. Are you one?
You're going to rep him for defending himself in a thread that he started which essentially calls everyone who posts on this forum a loser?
My wife is obsessed with the BCC Sherlock series. She posts on boards just like this. Some nights she rambles for a half hour at me about how Benedict Cumberbatch has twittered about the change of wallpaper on the Baker Street flat. But then I get to discuss the merits of the Robin Lopez acquisition and how it relates to Portland's likely improvement in interior defense. We each have completely fake nerdgasms in response to each others' completely pathetic passions. "Wow! Paisley wallpaper--you don't say! Is it still going to have that spray painted smiley face on it? Which episode was that painted on anyway!?" Her eyes light up that I've remembered such an Important Detail. I then smile eagerly while she yammers for 10 minutes about whatever the fuck. The whole time I'm smiling I'm thinking about how our bigs are no longer going to jump out on the pick and roll, and how that benefits Lopez, but also may work really well for Freeland. When she starts tapering off, I start planning on the segue, such as, "Speaking of outstanding British men, Joel Freeland has really had a great preseason. In fact..." About 10 minutes in she'll throw me a bone. "It's really nice to hear Joel has turned it around." That keeps me going for another 10. If I bothered to look, I'm sure I'd see the wheels turn in her head about how there's an excellent segue between the pick and roll and how Watson's friend picked Sherlock of all people to roll into the same flat together in that pivotal first episode. My wife and I are soul mates not because we are remotely interested in the same things, but because we are so interested in each other that we are willing to completely cater to the loser side of our personalities. I'm pretty ok with that.
That show kicks ass. Tell her she can come on here and talk about Sherlock.... but there's not much to talk about. There's only.... what.... six episodes ever?
Dude, I've made this point many, many times. She has also pointed out that the Blazers haven't been relevant since 2001 or so, and with 82 games isn't it kind of weird to get obsessed over one or two wins or losses? She is of course completely wrong, but I humor her. And believe me, she ALWAYS has something to talk about. Even when there's obviously nothing at all to talk about.
My wife and I watched them all on our vacation. For a Holmes nerd like me they're kind of fun. Especially the way they'll twist up the actual stories and merge them together. My wife is very much a visual learner/appreciator, so she loves seeing visually how it all plays out.
Earl Watson should be her favorite player. Speaking of Sherlock Holmes, when this guy played, he reminded us of the Hound of the Baskervilles. http://www.basketball-reference.com/players/b/baskeje01.html
I take it she's English? Can you ask her why the English folk smother their good in gravy and mint sauce?
Yeah but the Blazers at least have new developments all the time, with free agency, the draft, preseason, regular season, etc. There's just so little to actually talk about when looking at Sherlock. Does she like Dr. Who?
