southsamurai

Eh, for a given value of good.

It really depends on the tuna used, imo. You use shitty canned stuff, expect a shitty result. Use decent canned stuff, get decent result. You get the idea.

Me? I’m not a fan of tuna mixed in with pastas. Doubly so if there’s cheese. It’s edible, but not enjoyable.

I’m fairly often going to sleep in jeans too. I buy comfy jeans for one thing; nothing that’s going to bind anything sensitive. I’m also prone to bouts of insomnia, which means getting up and down a good bit. I like my stuff with me, when I’m rambling around the house. Since I have pockets full of useful things that I’ve also made fairly comfy to move around with, I don’t have any issues sleeping with full pockets either, if I can sleep at all.

Besides, I can rest easy knowing they no matter what happens, I have one less thing to get ready in an emergency.

Obviously fake, no anon has a girl friend of any type.

Every time I go to my kid’s school, I am amazed at the difference between my day and now.

That time I went, there were kids just in pajamas and slippers. Not just one or two, dozens, and it wasn’t some special day.

Then there’s the dressier kids in lounge pants and whatever giant tshirt they pulled out of a drawer (or laundry basket) that were obviously their version of pajamas. Shit, one girl had very obviously rolled out of bed, thrown some leggings under her nightgown, slipped into crocs and jumped on the bus.

It’s pretty cool tbh. Just no fucks given for meaningless frippery unless the individual kid/family wants it. Most of the kids were relaxed, nobody giving them shit for the way they’re dressed, staff not even noticing at all. That’s the way it should be imo. Whatever gets the kids in their seats and keeps everyone relatively engaged.

Yeah, there were still plenty of jeans and t-shirt sorts, a few of the button up shirt variants, and a handful of clothes hounds. But nobody was giving anyone shit about the clothes. From what my kid says, that wasn’t just the case for the hour or so i was there that day.

We insist on clothes that are weather appropriate and acceptable for an emergency, but beyond that after seeing the norms there, we stopped giving a fuck.

It’s the same picture

I’m going to be blunt, this reads like reddit rage bait. As such, I’ll respond that way, then give a more neutral answer in case it’s real.

The response to it as bait is that anyone saying that seriously is an idiot.

More neutral, anyone saying that has an obligation to explain themselves because it makes no sense by itself. And it doesn’t.

I had the Dying Fetus song “wrong one to fuck with” pop in my head as soon as I saw the image.

Ngl, while it is definitely weird as hell, it has a surreal beauty because of it.

It’s also like what you’d get if a kid only had brown crayons, drew a snake, and then developed the power to bring their drawings to life.

Damn… I missed that on first read. I had down voted for it being off topic until I saw this one.

Which is both a sign of a great joke and a bad one lol. But excellent word play!

Well, I’m not sure what level of familiarity you have with martial arts/combat training. Or with what goes into “stage” combat, or fifty choreography.

But there’s no single answer here. It’s going to vary based on the production of the film/show/play, and the individual actor’s interest/ability.

Let’s point to the stuff I’m familiar enough with to have done personally: stage combat. Someone does a play with a fight scene. Actors that do stage work tend to pick up the very specific skills involved in making a fight scene in stage look “real enough”. You don’t have to learn how to fence for real, you just have to look interesting while you clash fake swords together.

That goes for hand to hand scenes as well. Matter of fact, in both cases, you’ll often be training how to miss and still look like you hit. This means that an actor that doesn’t train outside of stage combat is going to have trouble in a real fight because their reflexes and perception of range aren’t going to work right.

Movie fighting can be exactly the same. The actors aren’t supposed to hit each other at all. Fight scenes are planned ahead of time, with camera angles set so that the shoot is reasonably safe, but the action looks good on screen.

So, again, most movies or shows aren’t going to be training actors to actually fight. They may not even do amy marital arts training at all, even just to look a little more realistic, because it’s faster and cheaper to have an actor just memorize steps like in a dance. Which isn’t too far off from what kata are tbh. So an actor in that kind of production isn’t going to gain any practical skills at all.

However, some productions do have the actors train to some degree or another because it allows for a little improv and for the actors to move like they know how to fight both within a fight scene and in other scenes.

That productions sometimes end up with actors having a degree of real proficiency in what they’re taught. However, it’s very rare for a movie to have the budget for that. Even the Matrix and John Wick didn’t go super deep into it. They hired top end stunt performers and choreographers that prepped the actors extremely well. The Matrix in particular was a lot of wire work, really heavily influenced by Hong Kong style kung fu movies. So they didn’t teach the actors any significant fight skills, more how to look like they knew how to do stage/movie kung fu.

Now, Keanu is actually a really great example to use. He’s got a reputation for putting his work in outside of what’s required. He’s done a shit ton of firearms work over the years on his own. And, supposedly, he has done some h2h training too, though I’ve heard conflicting stories about what kind.

And there’s been plenty of actors that have a background in some variety of fighting art. Plenty of actors end up finding a love for one style or another from acting. Fencing ends up being fairly popular among stage actors, though they rarely compete, and never seriously that I’ve ever heard of.

But could Keanu do the same things as in the movies? Hell no. Dude is human, and doesn’t have an entire team supporting him in a real fight. Nobody could pull off the stuff John Wick does because he has plot armor. He’s going to get hurt, but not catch a stray bullet in the head and drop dead.

Could Keanu hold his own in a realistic fight? Probably. He’s physically fit, has done at least a little training, and those two things are huge advantages in a random fight with some asshole looking for trouble. Could he step into an MMA gym and hold his own with fighters his own weight class and age range? I don’t know. Maybe, like I said, he stays in good shape, so he wouldn’t be an utter failure.

But it depends on how much work he puts in on his own time. A year of training for a movie isn’t going to mean shit if that’s all the training you ever do, no matter how good the training is. Fighting is one of those things where you will lose your skills to some degree if you don’t practice in some way. I’ve lost a good bit of ability over the years since I can’t train the way I used to. I can’t take falls, I can’t move the same, so if I was to jump on the mat and try to roll, I’m likely going to need a doctor. I might, however, be able to fake it on camera with a little help.

But I have had violent encounters since becoming disabled, and that’s not the same as sparring with someone trained in controlled settings. So I did fine. Came out of it uninjured entirely in every case, though I felt like I’d been beat to hell because my body just ain’t what it used to be. So I wouldn’t count an actor entirely as untrained if they were dealing with a low threat fight over a parking spot or whatever.

So, there’s no single answer here. In some cases it’s a hell no, they’re toast; in others it’s where I’m not likely to start a fight with them

Nothing more gay than sister/sister stuff.

Which has to be fake right?

Aren’t all anons?

I’m not seeing the problem here…

Don’t forget the Tick and that one BPRD agent in the Hellboy movie

Dude, everyone at the company owes you head at that point. 10k hours = head, that’s just the way it is.

With a title like that, anyone that doesn’t like it is probably yuppie scum, and needs composting

I feel that!

I roll armed everywhere, and I would be all “yo, you got this! Ima nap, we cool?” And be snoring before they could even swivel my way.

Napping under unusual circumstances is my special power.

I remember the first time a teacher gave me wood.

Then I gave it back

While OP is obviously made up, and definitively loves others of the same gender, that is not a bad metric for compatibility.

If it’s your favorite song, ever. Something that just brings you great joy, and the prospective partner isn’t at least able to jam with it, the chances of being on the same wavelength about other things get smaller.

I don’t really have a favorite song because how the fuck am I going to pick just one. But let’s pretend that I managed to and it was Master of Puppets (which would be on the final list no matter how that list got decided). If my lady can’t at least smile and throw the horns in solidarity, how the fuck we gonna handle that big a gap in tastes? Not saying it has to be her favorite too, but there’s gotta be at least a friendly neutrality or it means our tastes in music are radically different.

If tastes in music are far apart, chances are that other things like movies, tv, books, are almost guaranteed to be similarly apart. That wipes out big chunks of conversation and leisure time. And, how the fuck you gonna handle road trips? Stuck in a car with music you can’t at least tap a foot along with isn’t gonna be fun. It’s going to be stressful as fuck after an hour or so. Trust me on that one, I’ve been stuck in a vehicle for work purposes for long trips without realizing exactly how horrible the people I was with were. And I’m one of those people that doesn’t entirely reject any actual genre. Even the stuff I avoid, it isn’t because of the genre, it’s tangential stuff.

But after two hours of shitty contemporary christian bullshit I was ready to strangle someone.

Imagine that, but you hate Taylor Swift, and the date you’re with is a swifty. Or, imagine your poor date just can’t tolerate death metal, and you’re blasting some Behemoth. The fuck? You’re doomed. And that’s what long term relationships bring: hours in the same place frequently. You gotta be able to find common ground.

So, anon up there making the right choice for the wrong reasons, what with the fictional nature of their same sex lifestyle

Break the shaft in half, now you have two spears.