That Jordan Rudess advert - caption contest ?

[Har]

"Turn your head and cough, please..."

[Crandall1]

"Now, young Skywalker, you will witness the power of this fully operational Death Star!!! Muahahahahaha!"

[nibbzious]

"Turn your head and cough, please..."

[skwunk]

Also at NAMM will be Jordan Rudess demoing the new Ectoplamsic Chin Controller from Roland.

[skwunk]

Also at NAMM will be Jordan Rudess demoing the new Ectoplamsic Chin Controller from Roland.

Or Ectoplasmic, even.

[Crandall1]

I just thought of another one:

"The Precious is Mine! Gives it to us!"

[Shane Sanders]

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest , of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber , and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick , to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.

[pandashake]

I just thought of another one:

"The Precious is Mine! Gives it to us!"

[pandashake]

@ Shane - That was a great one!

[chagzuki]

That's the last of my sweets I've just given you, son, but if you step into my car I've got an extra special treat waiting for you.

[lotus2035]

To be, or not to be : that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

[blatanville]

"When you can take the coin from my hand, then you will be ready, Grasshopper..."

[synthgeek]

"Some call me... Tim" BANG!

[DrApostropheX]

"Chad, you've left us with no other choice. WIZARD!!"

*cringe* I'd hoped those adverts were a more local phenomenon.

No chance. They're in full effect here in Detroit, too.

[CS80]

"Chad, you've left us with no other choice. WIZARD!!"

*cringe* I'd hoped those adverts were a more local phenomenon.

No chance. They're in full effect here in Detroit, too.

I wish they'd just make it go away, that ad creeps me out