headline needs a dumbass tag.

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worlddan: headline needs a dumbass tag.

And why is that?

worlddan: headline needs a dumbass tag.

Hey, it's actually a pretty cool story. Fark off.

Cool headline subby.


Next year should be a big one huh?

The public will screw up it's own epic and memorable history, every farking time. Leave it a mystery say I, but headline news will scoop it nigh.

NPR correspondent ---> worlddan

blahpers: worlddan: headline needs a dumbass tag.

And why is that?


Because obviously I think that either 1) subby is a dumbass 2) that the man who is doing this to Poe's grave is a dumbass or 3) Poe himself was a dumbass.

I'll let you figure out which it is.

/first boobies post ever. Should I be proud?

I remember reading this last year. Poe was one messed up dude, if I remember correctly. Suicide, I believe? Nonetheless, his works are fantastic.

I nominate this for headline of the year

/Winner of this category gets a cockpunch from every poster in this thread

worlddan: blahpers: worlddan: headline needs a dumbass tag.

And why is that?


Because obviously I think that either 1) subby is a dumbass 2) that the man who is doing this to Poe's grave is a dumbass or 3) Poe himself was a dumbass.

I'll let you figure out which it is.

/first boobies post ever. Should I be proud?

I personally vote for #2, but you should still lighten up
/Francis?

Poe guy... does all the work, with no recognition... I'll bet the pay is poe too...

What a Poe Toaster.

(as seen in Urban Dictionary)

I think the mysterious stranger was actually Earl Weaver.

That's one of the few times I read a fark headline and knew what the story was without even having to click the linkie. Nice work, smitty!

"Poe toaster"

I had one of those once but it produced only dark toast.

Nevermore

From the coolest 404 page in existence:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,
...Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
...While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
...And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.
..."'Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my cheap hardcore!" -
Quoth the server, "404".

For Poe fans, check out this video of The Tell-Tale Heart.

/pops
//Tell-Tale Heart was the first cartoon to get an X rating in Britain!

Captain Darling: "Poe toaster"

I had one of those once but it produced only dark toast.

HAH! A+ Would read again!

RoxtarRyan: I remember reading this last year. Poe was one messed up dude, if I remember correctly. Suicide, I believe? Nonetheless, his works are fantastic.

Necrophilia and being buried alive, what's not to love?? I wonder when Hollywood is going to fark up redo House of Usher.

/loves me some Poe

I was there last night and I didn't see the toaster. Unless he's doing some kinda "mission impossible" entrance, I call shenanigans.

I missed the party, but made it for the non-toaster.

The Raven is a great poem to memorize. Lots of fun.

/dork

RoxtarRyan: I remember reading this last year. Poe was one messed up dude, if I remember correctly. Suicide, I believe? Nonetheless, his works are fantastic.

Let's just say that most of our greatest literary contributors would go over well with the DEA.

RoxtarRyan: I remember reading this last year. Poe was one messed up dude, if I remember correctly. Suicide, I believe? Nonetheless, his works are fantastic.

Rabies

RoxtarRyan: I remember reading this last year. Poe was one messed up dude, if I remember correctly. Suicide, I believe?

No one knows, actually, though there are many theories, among which is rabies.

and a half-filled bottle of cognac

Don't he mean Half Drunk bottle of cognac?

Poe was an opium addict, wasn't he?

worlddan Quote 2008-01-19 02:47:11 PM
blahpers: worlddan: headline needs a dumbass tag.

And why is that?

Because obviously I think that either 1) subby is a dumbass 2) that the man who is doing this to Poe's grave is a dumbass or 3) Poe himself was a dumbass.


Double dumbass on you.

/not the subby

I just can't read The Raven without hearing it in James Earl Jones' voice and picturing the Simpsons version. Very, very funny but it's kind of spoiled the poem for me.

This thread is built for TheRaven7.

Nick: Troy, I brought with me the gravestone of author and roubled soul Edgar Allen Poe!
Troy: One of our best writers.
Nick: Yes, but unfortunately, a century of neglect has turn this tombstone into a depressing eyesore.
Troy: So what? I guess we're going to have to throw it away.
Nick: Not so fast, Troy! With one application of Spiffy, you'll think the body's still warm!
Troy: Quoth the raven, ``What a shine!'
Homer: Ooooh! That's one clean tombstone!

The true genius shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

In the consideration of the faculties and impulses - of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing as a radical, primitive, irreducible sentiment, has been equally overlooked by all the moralists who have preceded them. In the pure arrogance of the reason, we have all overlooked it. We have suffered its existence to escape our senses solely through want of belief - of faith; - whether it be faith in Revelation, or faith in the Kabbala. The idea of it has never occurred to us, simply because of its seeming supererogation. We saw no need of the impulse - for the propensity. We could not perceive its necessity. We could not understand, that is to say, we could not have understood, had the notion of this primum mobile ever obtruded itself; - we could not have understood in what manner it might be made to further the objects of humanity, either temporal or eternal. It cannot be denied that phrenology, and in great measure, all metaphysicianism, have been concocted à priori. The intellectual or logical man, rather than the understanding or observant man, set himself to imagine designs - to dictate purposes to God. Having thus fathomed to his satisfaction, the intentions of Jehovah, out of these intentions he built his innumerable systems of mind. In the matter of phrenology, for example, we first determined, naturally enough, that it was the design of the Deity that man should eat. We then assigned to man an organ of alimentiveness, and this organ is the scourge with which the Deity compels man, will-I nill-I, into eating. Secondly, having settled it to be God's will that man should continue his species, we discovered an organ of amativeness, forthwith. And so with combativeness, with ideality, with causality, with constructiveness, - so, in short, with every organ, whether representing a propensity, a moral sentiment, or a faculty of the pure intellect. And in these arrangements of the principia of human action, the Spurzheimites, whether right or wrong, in part, or upon the whole, have but followed, in principle, the footsteps of their predecessors; deducing and establishing everything from the preconceived destiny of man, and upon the ground of the objects of this Creator.


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idrow: Nick: Troy, I brought with me the gravestone of author and roubled soul Edgar Allen Poe!

Rouble, rouble, rouble!




/ROFL, ROFL, ROFL!

/obscure

Nobody ever remembers Poe's penny dreadful series, "Miss Lucrecia's Riding Academy". So it really wasn't terribly good Gothic porn by our standards, but was a hell of a lot better than his novel, which later became The Book of Mormon.

worlddan: blahpers: worlddan: headline needs a dumbass tag.

And why is that?


Because obviously I think that either 1) subby is a dumbass 2) that the man who is doing this to Poe's grave is a dumbass or 3) Poe himself was a dumbass.

I'll let you figure out which it is.

/first boobies post ever. Should I be proud?

You've got some hardcore problems, but I bet you won't be able to mine them for writing material!!

Anagrammer: idrow: Nick: Troy, I brought with me the gravestone of author and roubled soul Edgar Allen Poe!

Rouble, rouble, rouble!

/ROFL, ROFL, ROFL!

LOL - Good catch. I'm far too trusting when it comes to the copy/paste thing.

I'd prefer to go like H.P. Lovecraft...missing.

/But I'll probably go like Robert Howard :(

Artist are never really revered until after they're dead.

Man, I am gonna ROCK this world when I croak.

Leave the cognac above o'er my door

/grammar police, meet the meter Special Forces

H. P Lovecraft, in his essay Supernatural Horror in Literature

IN the eighteen-thirties occurred a literary dawn directly affecting not only the history of the weird tale, but that of short fiction as a whole; and indirectly moulding the trends and fortunes of a great European æsthetic school. It is our good fortune as Americans to be able to claim that dawn as our own, for it came in the person of our most illustrious and unfortunate fellow-countryman Edgar Allan Poe. Poe's fame has been subject to curious undulations, and it is now a fashion amongst the "advanced intelligentsia" to minimize his importance both as an artist and as an influence; but it would be hard for any mature and reflective critic to deny the tremendous value of his work and the persuasive potency of his mind as an opener of artistic vistas. True, his type of outlook may have been anticipated; but it was he who first realized its possibilities and gave it supreme form and systematic expression. True also, that subsequent writers may have produced greater single tales than his; but again we must comprehend that it was only he who taught them by example and precept the art which they, having the way cleared for them and given an explicit guide, were perhaps able to carry to greater lengths. Whatever his limitations, Poe did that which no one else ever did or could have done; and to him we owe the modern horror-story in its final and perfected state.

Before Poe the bulk of weird writers had worked largely in the dark; without an understanding of the psychological basis of the horror appeal, and hampered by more or legs of conformity to certain empty literary conventions such as the happy ending, virtue rewarded, and in general a hollow moral didacticism, acceptance of popular standards and values, and striving of the author to obtrude his own emotions into the story and take sides with the partisans of the majority's artificial ideas. Poe, on the other hand, perceived the essential impersonality of the real artist; and knew that the function of creative fiction is merely to express and interpret events and sensations as they are, regardless of how they tend or what they prove -- good or evil, attractive or repulsive, stimulating or depressing, with the author always acting as a vivid and detached chronicler rather than as a teacher, sympathizer, or vendor of opinion. He saw clearly that all phases of life and thought are equally eligible as a subject matter for the artist, and being inclined by temperament to strangeness and gloom, decided to be the interpreter of those powerful feelings and frequent happenings which attend pain rather than pleasure, decay rather than growth, terror rather than tranquility, and which are fundamentally either adverse or indifferent to the tastes and traditional outward sentiments of mankind, and to the health, sanity, and normal expansive welfare of the species.


Fair-use extract, for the purpose of study, yer honour.

worlddan is the only one in this thread opposed to the scourge of cooping;
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Baltimore 1849=Florida 2000?

Anagrammer, that was a nice 404 ode to Poe link you shared with us farkers...

//Pretty sad that I found the 404 site so amusing...

Wait, the cognac bottles are EMPTY? That said,there's a few trolls here who can take a lesson on pwnage from Rufus Wilmot Griswold for their flamewars;
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Doc Batarang

I'd prefer to go like H.P. Lovecraft...missing.

You mean Ambrose Bierce?

Maybe it was the Mysterious Congressman.

I bet the curator, Jeff Jerome, is the Poe Toaster.