Episode 4 made it feel like Vader was the #2 man to Tarkin. Like he was Tarkin’s mysterious enforcer, but that dynamic changed with the introduction of the Emperor in Episode 5.


The EU stuff states that the Empire is xenophobic and sexist, but that’s doesn’t seam to be the case in the movies. It’s true that men appear to be overrepresented in the Imperial military, but then again, so are they in modern militaries on Earth. Its entity possible that there are female (or even alien) personnel, that we never get a chance to see. The camera never lingers on the crew of the Star Destroyers, and Storm Troopers, Gunners, and Pilots wear bulky armor and concealing helmets. It’s also possible that the Imperial military is split between the sexes, not unlike the Zentraedi in Macross, or the Imperium of Man in Warhammer40k. This might seam a little odd, but there have historically been all female unites, such as the Dahomey Amazons or the Women's Auxiliary Air Force. Given the Empire’s assumed authoritative nature, this isn’t to much of a stretch.

Similarly, though the Empire appears to be human-centric if its military is any indicator,
there doesn’t seam to be any direct evidence of the Empire being overtly specist or xenophobic. Sure the Detention Block commander made a snide remark about Chewbacca, but then again, Chewie is from a species of space sasquatches that rip people’s arms out when they throw a hissy-fits also possible that the guard had never seen a wookie before (implying that they are relatively rare. You don’t see any others on film.), or that the commander was just a dick. Similarly, Admiral Piett’s line "Bounty hunters! We don't need their scum." probably isn’t directed at the aliens, humans ,and droids assembled on the bridge, but rather an angry retort to Vader dick-slapping Imperial intelligence and the Imperial Navy. Imagine how you would feel if you were (or are) in the military, a when suddenly the president comes by and says “You suck at your job. I’m going to let Dog the Bounty Hunter do it.” Yeah, you’d probably be a little hurt and confused as well

The only overt racism seen on screen is that bartender in Episode 4 who (along with some of the locals) appear to have something against droids. Granted this is on a backwater planet, probably akin to the Deep South in the US. Actually, come to think of it, there appear to be some sort of droids = slaves mentality, at least on the outer rim.
What with the Jawas apparently capturing runaway or stray droids and then selling them to local communities, the analogies to the African slave trade seam apparent. Perhaps droids are only counted as 3/5ths a person or something like that.


A funny thing with colored lasers, I always thought that the green lasers represented a more powerful/expensive weapon. Personal firearms and weapons mounted on vehicles always appear to fire a ruby red colored beam. Even the rebel ship sand fighters shoot red lasers. The green beams are only seen when fired from a TIE fighter or a Star Destroyer.
The “more powerful” theory is somewhat supported by the fact that TIE fighters rip through rebel fighters, even when they have shields.

What.

You want a paradox? I’ll give you a fuckin’ paradox!

Gentlemen! Ready your mechanized burqas and prepare to fight this menace head on!

Hanafuda (“flower cards”) is a card game that evolved from Western playing cards back when the Japanese wanted to play poker, but the white-man’s culture was permabanned from Japan because Caucasians were to damn tall.

Unlike Western-style cards, the Hanafuda cards contain no numbers. Instead, the 48 cards in the deck use pictures of flowers and plants. The deck is organized in 12 suits, one for each month of the year, and the types of plants represent the months in which they bloom in Japan. Just like western cards, they can be used to play several different games.

Also, you should know that back in 1889, a small company was formed in Kyoto for the specific purpose of producing Hanafuda cards. The company was called Nintendo Koppai.

A century later, it had evolved into a titan in the video game industry: Nintendo.
Now you know.

Pole Socking is real simple.

Basically, each team has a minimum of 3 Defenders, 3 Attackers, 5 Midfielders, a Goalie, and a Team Captain. Players may use their vehicles in any way they see fit, whether it be to incur injury upon other players or to gain benefits for themselves. Contact is allowed, but a player may not grasp another's socking mallet. No substitution of a player is allowed, even if one is too badly hurt to continue. The players must not stray over the boundary lines of the playfield, which extends in a 30x10 mile rectangle around a tornado, with the maximum extend being any state/province/ territory. The Nomads enter the game from the field sidelines along the designated Wing Areas at the field half mark between the spectating bleachers, and run impartial interception on both teams. Poles are planted throughout the playfield, with each team’s Master Pole located just beyond their End Line, which is the domain of the Goalie. Attackers and Defenders are restricted their fields of play, while the Midfielder's dash back and forth in an attempt to score hits upon opposing or neutral poles until the tornado(s) die out and the umpire calls hotbox. Time out may be called at any time by a team Captain by firing a flare and lasts until it burns out. This time may be extended only if a game has already lasted for more than twelve hours. Failure to return afterward disqualifies the offending team.
When a Red Alert or Blue Light power play is in effect, the associated team is allowed to sock by flying from the central circle towards the scoring area, and if successful, the pole must be surrendered to the opposition.

At the end of the game the score is calculated, with scoredowns, pole-socks and rundowns added up. Wheelies and flips are multiplied by any half-pipes and barrel rolls.

The totals are then divide by nine.

That is not dead which can eternal lie.

And with strange aeons even death may die.

God creates dinosaurs.

God destroys dinosaurs.

God creates man.

Man destroys God.

Man creates dinosaurs.

Saracens.

I see that the construction of my new Amazing Technicolor El Tigre Complex is proceeding swimmingly

This, animal, here, this ursine fellow, unclean! He rejected society and retreated to a cave in the woods to plot his vile

Supplying superior Leeroy Jenkins videos FTW!

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As it turns out, it is. Who knew?

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As most of you know, I came form the not-to-distant future, next Sunday AD, by messing around with the space-time continuum in ways I don

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You see, what Aaronjer was trying to say was: (Click for image)

You don

Arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct of non-naturalistic ethics.

o rly?

For your information, Mr. Knifey McKniferson and Ms. Margaret Thatcher met at the Pogo Lounge of the Beverly Wills Hotel (in the patio section, of course), drinking Singapore Slings with mescal on the side, hiding from the brutish realities of that foul year of Our Lord, nineteen hundred and seventy-one.

Their story began much like any other, with the meteoric rise and tragic fall of a single woman innkeeper and a university hospital surgeon with too much ambition

Well, I guess now we all know who got their ass kicked in.



Flying saucers are quite the thing. Contrary to popular belief, Superjer did not invent the

The song is Dragostea Din Tei (Love from the linden trees) by O-Zone.

Training Video
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And the movie in all its glory.
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Enjoy.

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I say lad, well said.

As a superjer.com public announcement, I am decreeing that all must partake in the totally awesome web video game reviews by the impeccable Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw.

The Original trailer and two reviews can be found here:

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Five (or is it six?) more reviews are found here:

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If you find these works of art too cerebral, then might I recommend you watch this:

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Truer words have never been spoken, Atoslamma

Well, after that pointless hiatus, we're back on track!



P.S. Cornjer, you will never understand the love that is Resident Wiivil.

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^ Has special moderator powers!!

^Knows where it

Oh I think I know what you mean...

You know what you get for that?

^ Including his head.

Great shot kid! Now lets blow this thing and go home!

^Is a fucking General with a pipe! Come on.

Intercourse. FTW!

Now, the moment which defined and defied a generation.



OR

^Is sage.

Needs more reverb to the harmony.

Chicks dig the 7th leg.

Ok. Moment of truth.



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^Likes to rock the boat.

Is, once again, incorrect about his incorrections.

Bruce Lee


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Oh gods!

Alright, I

So basically, rather than going in, it would just impact on the surface.
Perhaps the problem is that Brad didn

Hmm...



Also, UberFlair:

Nuff said.

And peppercorn ranch.

To busy slitting throats and smoking a bowl, eh?

A CHALLENGER APPEARS!!

Personaly, I think the situation can be better explained with an equation like this:

(3n + 0.6) * 2 / ( 25 - x) =

where n equals brad

The Hashishan is, as they say,

What, like in a James Bond film?

Uh.


Nope. I

Conversely, the less scientifically relevant an internet poll becomes, the number of options possible increases. This is a highly documented theory, often referred to as the Heisenberg Uncertainty Ninja, or

WRONG. It

NJ! You're not trying!



Try harder!

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I can

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Further Evidence!!

Learn to Speak Body 101, lesson 5!
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Superjer's mind is sharp, not blunt like a lemon.

Duke. You are in violation of Article 7 paragraph C the Superjer.com/Superjer.web/Superweb.net charter of 97 regarding internet humor. This ruling specifically states that violators of the aforementioned accords will be either:

A. Towed out to Devil's Reef in a leaky dinghy when the moon is wan and the Innsmouth fog is thick.

B. Placed in to a circus cannon and fired into the sun to retrieve its sweet, sweet secrets.

C. Bound to a bamboo pole ornated with several fruits and vegetables (depending on what

The Internet convinces me that the problem of the human condition is not evil, but stupidity: Like minds attract, and the strength of that attraction is inversely related to intelligence.

If it weren't for gelato (a delicious Italian delicacy which naturally repels stupidity) mankind would have wiped itself from the asscrack of the earth long ago.

Most medical experts agree that morons naturally exert a tangible force against two things: Dostoyevsky and gelato. Don't believe me? Smear a copy of Crime and Punishment with peach gelato and visit your local community college. You'll fly higher than the local Cannabis Reform Coalition.

You forgot to mention the McDiddy

You tell 'em.

You forget, sir, the viable means of transportation which is the

Very good. You win a cookie.

Back on track.

Points for effort. Here

Exploding is more dynamic. JUMP TO IT!

Allow me. I have some work as a translator for the Confederation.

Ahem.