Hi, DankStep here. I'm back and alive and am resuming being DankStep from hereon. Consider Earthmann persona dead. He fell into an active volcano whilst admiring the cosmos. He's fkn dead.
#LetsGoDankStep
You’re the typical loudmouthed loser on the internet.
You’re about ten years too early to be threatening me, you piece of trash.
And I’m no longer involved, so DON’T ASK ME FOR SHIT about TEKKEN.
Just sit there watching tournaments while your mommy holds you, you little shit.
In 1921, 10,000 aggrieved coal miners in West Virginia wanted more pay and attempted to unionize. The owners sent in 3000 armed goons and the law to put down the insurrection. The ensuing Battle of Blair Mountain killed dozens of Americans and only ceased when 30,000 US soldiers arrived. It was the bloodiest battle in America since the Civil War. All because folks wanted a living wage.
Thank you @I_DankStep for always being one of the best parts of the CT scene
One of the first people to talk to me at HoG and was always so helpful when I was starting out🙏🙏🙏 again thank you dankstep🙂↕️
my blind friend got given a version of sight by testing an electrode mesh tongue implant that relays local topography with a grid of tiny shocks. he got kicked from the study for almost-immediately calling his girlfriend and doing the one thing the researchers told him not to do
In 1996, a guy in Portland who’d already had one novel rejected figured he was never getting published. So he stopped trying to impress anyone and wrote the angriest thing he could. He sold it to a publisher for $6,000. Fewer than 5,000 people bought it.
Fox picked up the film rights for $10,000.
They gave it to David Fincher. Gave him $63 million, Brad Pitt at $17.5 million, Edward Norton on a redirected pay-or-play deal from a completely different movie. The studio was buzzing internally. Executives loved it. Then they actually watched the finished film.
The marketing budget quietly got slashed.
The world premiere was at the Venice Film Festival, September 1999. Giorgio Armani was in the audience. The head of the festival was in his seat. Pitt and Norton had smoked a joint and were sitting up in the balcony together.
Helena Bonham Carter delivered the line. The festival director stood up and left. The audience booed. Loudly. People walked out. Norton remembered the boos drowning out the film.
Two people in the entire building were laughing. You could hear them cackling from the balcony. It was Pitt and Norton.
As the credits rolled, Pitt turned to Norton in the dark and said: “That’s the best movie I’m ever going to be in.” Norton said, “I think so too.” They hugged each other. Norton says they were both almost crying. Not from embarrassment. From joy.
The film opened to $11 million. The producer got the weekend projection fax and called it “a stab in your heart.” Within a month, Fight Club was out of the top ten. $37 million domestic on a $63 million budget. The Wall Street Journal, Entertainment Weekly, the LA Times all destroyed it. One British critic called it “an inadmissible assault on personal decency.”
Fincher printed that review on the DVD case.
That DVD sold 13 million copies. Fox had to reissue the special edition after fans bought out the original run. $55 million in rentals on top of that. Entertainment Weekly ranked it the #1 Essential DVD ever made.
The novel that sold 5,000 copies became the film rated 8.8 on IMDb with a 96% audience score. The New York Times later called it “the defining cult movie of our time.”
The people who booed were sure they were right. The two guys cackling in the balcony knew something the room didn’t.
Every generation’s most important work gets rejected by the audience that sees it first. The audience that makes it immortal always comes later.
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The Afroman Trial.
-Cops raid Afromans house for bullshit reasons.
-Steal money, break his door, fuck his house up.
-No criminality found whatsoever, no charges at all pressed on Afroman.
-Afroman spends the next 3 years making songs that make fun of all the officers involved by name, even using footage of the raid from his own CCTV cameras.
-Songs had titles like "Randy Walters is a son of a bitch" and "Lick Em Low Lisa" accusing one of the officers of being a lesbian and sleeping with the other officers wives.
-During the raid one officer looked like he was about to eat some lemon pound cake sitting on Afromans counter, Afroman made a whole album calling the officer fat.
-The cops get mad and file a lawsuit for defamation.
-Afroman turns up to court in a whole American flag suit.
-Officers performatively mald and cry while listening to the songs really trying to oversell how badly the songs upset them.
-One officer was suing because Afroman made a whole song about him saying he was fucking the officers wife. When the officer was asked if Afroman was really fucking his wife, he said "I don't know". Nuking his own case and establishing that there is a non-zero chance that Afroman might actually be fucking his wife.
-As his only witness for the trial, Afroman brought a deputies EX FUCKING WIFE.
-The jury ruled completely in favour of Afroman.
This entire thing has been a great win for free speech and absolutely fucking hilarious.