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The Legend of the Noid
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2019-03-17 at 3:01 PM UTC
Back in the mid 80s, Dominos pizza came up with something of an anti-mascot - they called it The Noid, and it was a weird little deviant in a bright red rabbit costume. He apparently wanted to destroy pizzas or something, and as such ordering from Dominos was the only way to 'avoid the Noid'. The ad campaign started in 86 and ran for three years (spawning some bizarre ads and shitty videogames) before a very seriously mentally ill man took the campaign as a personal attack - Kenneth Lamar Noid's schizophrenia allowed him to see that Dominos made the ad campaign to personally attack him, and later stated that he often saw Tom Monaghan (the owner of the Dominos name) 'looking around in my apartment' while he pretended to sleep.
Kenneth decided they had to be stopped, and to that end he took a .357 magnum handgun to his local Dominos (Atlanta) and took two workers hostage. Frustrated that nobody there could put an end to the ad campaign, he had them call their corporate office, demanding an end to the campaign of persecution, $100,000 in damages, a white stretch limousine, apparently as a getaway car, and a copy of a science fiction book called 'The Widow's Son'. Unsurprisingly Dominos called the police, who surrounded the restaurant for 5 hours. During that time Kenneth apparently got hungry and ordered the staff to make him two pizzas, and they promptly slipped out the back door while he happily ate them. Discovering he had no more hostages, he surrendered to the police.
Dominos still claims that Kenneth isn't the reason they put an end to the advertising campaign, but it's hard to see them ever getting past the avalanche of news headlines stating that they 'couldn't avoid the Noid'.
https://www.upi.com/Archives/1989/01/31/Noid-irked-by-Avoid-the-Noid-pizza-commercials/7309602226000/ -
2019-03-17 at 3:08 PM UTChe is one of us
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2019-03-17 at 3:10 PM UTCIMO the saddest part about that whole thing is that he'll get prison time instead of the help he needs, which, to a person in that frame of mind leads them to believe they were right all along
American rehabilitation ftwThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-03-17 at 3:18 PM UTC
Originally posted by DietPiano he is one of us
there's a little Noid in everyone
Originally posted by Jυicebox IMO the saddest part about that whole thing is that he'll get prison time instead of the help he needs, which, to a person in that frame of mind leads them to believe they were right all along
American rehabilitation ftw
there's a wikipedia article on it; apparently he had to spend some time in a mental facility, but killed himself fairly soon after he got out (1995). I don't know there's a lot that modern medicine can do for a person with severe schizophrenia, even now -
2019-03-17 at 3:21 PM UTC
Originally posted by aldra there's a little Noid in everyone
there's a wikipedia article on it; apparently he had to spend some time in a mental facility, but killed himself fairly soon after he got out (1995). I don't know there's a lot that modern medicine can do for a person with severe schizophrenia, even now
True. I've tried going through the mental health system myself in a "time of clarity" but it just seemed to make it worse -
2019-03-17 at 4:01 PM UTCIt's difficult to try to figure out what punishments should be for the mentally ill, especially schizophrenics and manic bipolarites. When I had my first manic episode I thought I was a prophet of God supposed to write a new book of the bible and started driving 70mph to the place (wherever that was) that God was leading me to. When I started having second thoughts, I thought he was telling me (I could hear him) to look into the sun to blind myself in order to prove to me that he was real. I thought I was doomed to go to hell (he told me so and gave me, what I now know is a severe migraine) pain for the time being as punishment.
Also when I got arrested on a 6 strip of high potency lsd, I was eyeballing the officer's gun like none other thinking my mom was gonna come in any second and try to shoot him with his gun because she was screaming outside saying how I was gonna get 100 years without parole and how I would have to leave the country (she wasn't). I thought long and hard about whether or not I would do it instead, but my rational brain kicked it long enough for me to reconsider grabbing for an officer's weapon. I was yelling at them after every question they asked me after I was handcuffed. I was ultimately cooperative though, thank God.
Obviously, if not for broken mental integrity/hallucinating, I would never have thought any of that shit.
Clearly hallucinations or not, the public has to be protected from danger, but I think with documented psychosis (which I did not have, personally) I think psych ward/rehab, even if against will, is a more fit setting for the health of the person, as well as is a consideration that some of their actions are really not their fault and prison is a bit harsh sentencing wise.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-03-17 at 4:04 PM UTCKenneth was part of the advertising campaign. He was their lead undercover salesman.
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2019-03-17 at 5:31 PM UTCGood story.
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2019-03-18 at 7:33 AM UTC
2 large pizzas with EVERYTHING. Judging by this guy's actions that probably means EVERYTHING THAT WASN'T NAILED DOWN. -
2019-03-18 at 7:35 AM UTCthe noid was an STD
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2019-03-18 at 2:35 PM UTC
Originally posted by DietPiano It's difficult to try to figure out what punishments should be for the mentally ill, especially schizophrenics and manic bipolarites. When I had my first manic episode I thought I was a prophet of God supposed to write a new book of the bible and started driving 70mph to the place (wherever that was) that God was leading me to. When I started having second thoughts, I thought he was telling me (I could hear him) to look into the sun to blind myself in order to prove to me that he was real. I thought I was doomed to go to hell (he told me so and gave me, what I now know is a severe migraine) pain for the time being as punishment.
Also when I got arrested on a 6 strip of high potency lsd, I was eyeballing the officer's gun like none other thinking my mom was gonna come in any second and try to shoot him with his gun because she was screaming outside saying how I was gonna get 100 years without parole and how I would have to leave the country (she wasn't). I thought long and hard about whether or not I would do it instead, but my rational brain kicked it long enough for me to reconsider grabbing for an officer's weapon. I was yelling at them after every question they asked me after I was handcuffed. I was ultimately cooperative though, thank God.
Obviously, if not for broken mental integrity/hallucinating, I would never have thought any of that shit.
Clearly hallucinations or not, the public has to be protected from danger, but I think with documented psychosis (which I did not have, personally) I think psych ward/rehab, even if against will, is a more fit setting for the health of the person, as well as is a consideration that some of their actions are really not their fault and prison is a bit harsh sentencing wise.
Don't know how I missed this post, but I had something like this happen recently. I know I'm going to regret posting this, but here goes.
Getting really REALLY drunk January 2 was the last thing I remembered, but I was woken up approximately four days later by these two songs being played on repeat over and over and over at a very high volume. I was stone cold sober, though feeling VERY hungover
I also occasionally heard what sounded like your typical pornographic sounds.
I checked all of my electronics, none of them were on.
"My sister" was there (though I never saw her for more than a few seconds at a time), and explained to me how, after getting fired for poor attendance, I had abandoned work to become a drug dealer, decided I wanted to keep her with me, killed everybody she talked to, raped her, and told her that if she tried to tell anyone, I'd inflict more harm upon her. She said that the reason I was hearing those songs was that somebody in my apartment complex had discovered videos I had put on the internet of my exploits that had used those songs as background music, and they were hoping somebody would recognize them and either question them or open an investigation. She also said that they were playing the music through my car's Bluetooth system, which they were able to access because I had left the keys in my car recently.
I went out to my car, and sure enough, the trunk was open, and there were devices I didn't recognize that were paired with my car's Bluetooth system (I still to this day don't know what that device is, or who did it. It's still paired)
She said that they were able to wire my audio system to feed from the battery so that it would still play, even if the keys were not in the ignition. I kept begging her to talk to me face to face, but she refused, saying I would rape her again if she did.
(Spoiler: My sister is the only one I've had in my life that I could confide in because we had to grow up in the same horrible mess and, though we originally fought a lot, we grew closer after we were subjected to the same shitty treatment by the rest of the family, and we had only each other as witnesses. Because of this, she's the only family member I've talked to for my entire adult life. She later said that she was never there, and was avoiding me because of recent erratic behavior.)
It pissed me off at first, but eventually I realized there was nothing I could do about it, and went back to my apartment. I looked at my phone. It said January 27 (it was actually 1/7, and my phone had been destroyed by a recent dive into a nearby lake "to evade police" according to eyewitnesses. My phone was thus dead during this whole ordeal, but what I saw made me believe I had abandoned all previous responsibilities, and I tried to adapt to what she said was my new life)
Back at the apartment, she played me audio of videos I had made talking about my love of the 10mm round, along with what sounded like numerous demonstrations of its lethality with those songs playing in the background. Horrified with these revelations I considered jumping off the roof of my apartment complex.
I must've stood on that roof for two hours, but eventually she talked me out of it. Horrified with my recent behavior I vowed to make it right, that whoever it was in those videos was not me, and I would from then on set out to prove it.
Long story short, she decided that she didn't trust me any more, and called the police on me. They showed up, and them, along with everybody in the neighborhood, came out with guns pointed at me.
I thought, ok, if I was going to die anyway, I might as well have some fun with it. So I circled my apartment complex talking about how I didn't want to live anyway and yelling at the people I saw, whether they were real or not, to go ahead and shoot me, then barraged them with insults when they wouldn't.
Eventually, someone called the actual cops, and they showed up and arrested me. I remember yelling at someone about "she's lying, I wouldn't do something like that," but the next thing I remember was waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed. I was still hallucinating the entire time I was in the hospital. From the window, I watched a four hour long Nightwish concert, a couple of exotic car shows, as well as watching the entire hospital get burned to the ground, but they wouldn't let me out of the bed the entire time so there was nothing I could do about it. I also got to feel like I was getting cut into pieces, which caused me to start a "final words speech" which eventually got the head doctor called on me. Thinking he was in on everything, I answered all of his questions as absurdly as I could, only realizing I was imagining it when he told me to look at myself. Upon seeing that there was no blood, I concluded that I had imagined everything.
My last day, the hallucinations FINALLY started to fade, and I finally realized that none of that shit actually happened.
When I got out, I saw this thread:
https://niggasin.space/thread/32579
I don't remember my mother being there at all, but apparently she was there for most of it. The few people I talk to all showed me text messages implying that I had bought a 1/4 ounce of meth.
I don't know if that's true or not, but judging from the diagnosis I got in the hospital (Rhabdomyolysis) and bank statements, it probably is. Now the question is, what happened first, the insanity or the drugs? I had been almost completely clean for almost four years before this happened. But at the same time, my mother has apparently been REALLY bad on drugs the last few months, and had talked me into buying more despite my mental state getting worse and worse. She's now serving time for drug charges.
Now nobody in my apartment complex will talk to me, and anyone that sees me looks down and ignores me.
I wish I was making this shit up.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2019-03-18 at 2:53 PM UTC
Originally posted by Jυicebox Don't know how I missed this post, but I had something like this happen recently. I know I'm going to regret posting this, but here goes.
Getting really REALLY drunk January 2 was the last thing I remembered, but I was woken up approximately four days later by these two songs being played on repeat over and over and over at a very high volume. I was stone cold sober, though feeling VERY hungover
I also occasionally heard what sounded like your typical pornographic sounds.
I checked all of my electronics, none of them were on.
"My sister" was there (though I never saw her for more than a few seconds at a time), and explained to me how, after getting fired for poor attendance, I had abandoned work to become a drug dealer, decided I wanted to keep her with me, killed everybody she talked to, raped her, and told her that if she tried to tell anyone, I'd inflict more harm upon her. She said that the reason I was hearing those songs was that somebody in my apartment complex had discovered videos I had put on the internet of my exploits that had used those songs as background music, and they were hoping somebody would recognize them and either question them or open an investigation. She also said that they were playing the music through my car's Bluetooth system, which they were able to access because I had left the keys in my car recently.
I went out to my car, and sure enough, the trunk was open, and there were devices I didn't recognize that were paired with my car's Bluetooth system (I still to this day don't know what that device is, or who did it. It's still paired)
She said that they were able to wire my audio system to feed from the battery so that it would still play, even if the keys were not in the ignition. I kept begging her to talk to me face to face, but she refused, saying I would rape her again if she did.
(Spoiler: My sister is the only one I've had in my life that I could confide in because we had to grow up in the same horrible mess and, though we originally fought a lot, we grew closer after we were subjected to the same shitty treatment by the rest of the family, and we had only each other as witnesses. Because of this, she's the only family member I've talked to for my entire adult life. She later said that she was never there, and was avoiding me because of recent erratic behavior.)
It pissed me off at first, but eventually I realized there was nothing I could do about it, and went back to my apartment. I looked at my phone. It said January 27 (it was actually 1/7, and my phone had been destroyed by a recent dive into a nearby lake "to evade police" according to eyewitnesses. My phone was thus dead during this whole ordeal, but what I saw made me believe I had abandoned all previous responsibilities, and I tried to adapt to what she said was my new life)
Back at the apartment, she played me audio of videos I had made talking about my love of the 10mm round, along with what sounded like numerous demonstrations of its lethality with those songs playing in the background. Horrified with these revelations I considered jumping off the roof of my apartment complex.
I must've stood on that roof for two hours, but eventually she talked me out of it. Horrified with my recent behavior I vowed to make it right, that whoever it was in those videos was not me, and I would from then on set out to prove it.
Long story short, she decided that she didn't trust me any more, and called the police on me. They showed up, and them, along with everybody in the neighborhood, came out with guns pointed at me.
I thought, ok, if I was going to die anyway, I might as well have some fun with it. So I circled my apartment complex talking about how I didn't want to live anyway and yelling at the people I saw, whether they were real or not, to go ahead and shoot me, then barraged them with insults when they wouldn't.
Eventually, someone called the actual cops, and they showed up and arrested me. I remember yelling at someone about "she's lying, I wouldn't do something like that," but the next thing I remember was waking up handcuffed to a hospital bed. I was still hallucinating the entire time I was in the hospital. From the window, I watched a four hour long Nightwish concert, a couple of exotic car shows, as well as watching the entire hospital get burned to the ground, but they wouldn't let me out of the bed the entire time so there was nothing I could do about it. I also got to feel like I was getting cut into pieces, which caused me to start a "final words speech" which eventually got the head doctor called on me. Thinking he was in on everything, I answered all of his questions as absurdly as I could, only realizing I was imagining it when he told me to look at myself. Upon seeing that there was no blood, I concluded that I had imagined everything.
My last day, the hallucinations FINALLY started to fade, and I finally realized that none of that shit actually happened.
When I got out, I saw this thread:
https://niggasin.space/thread/32579
I don't remember my mother being there at all, but apparently she was there for most of it. The few people I talk to all showed me text messages implying that I had bought a 1/4 ounce of meth.
I don't know if that's true or not, but judging from the diagnosis I got in the hospital (Rhabdomyolysis) and bank statements, it probably is. Now the question is, what happened first, the insanity or the drugs? I had been almost completely clean for almost four years before this happened. But at the same time, my mother has apparently been REALLY bad on drugs the last few months, and had talked me into buying more despite my mental state getting worse and worse. She's now serving time for drug charges.
Now nobody in my apartment complex will talk to me, and anyone that sees me looks down and ignores me.
I wish I was making this shit up.
I’m sorry but this is just too hard to believe.
There’s no way you think 10mm is a good cartridge -
2019-03-18 at 2:55 PM UTCIt's by far the most versatile
The only way you can't love it is if you're either obsessed with bullet diameter or one of those "max distance" types -
2019-03-18 at 3:02 PM UTC9mm is the perfect balance between ballistic performance, recoil, and magazine capacity, in a concealable handgun application
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2019-03-18 at 3:03 PM UTC
Originally posted by Jυicebox IMO the saddest part about that whole thing is that he'll get prison time instead of the help he needs, which, to a person in that frame of mind leads them to believe they were right all along
American rehabilitation ftw
Wtf do you mean. We have mental facilities for prisoners. -
2019-03-18 at 3:05 PM UTC
Originally posted by GGG Wtf do you mean. We have mental facilities for prisoners.
Like someone else said, whether it’s prison or the psych ward, some people are just beyond help. Their mind is so fuckin cracked nothing can fix them, all you can do is try to manage the danger they pose to society and themselves -
2019-03-18 at 3:11 PM UTC
Originally posted by Methuselah Like someone else said, whether it’s prison or the psych ward, some people are just beyond help. Their mind is so fuckin cracked nothing can fix them, all you can do is try to manage the danger they pose to society and themselves
I agree, but that's not the point I was making. Helpable and unhelpable alike have access to free and all inclusive medical care in prison. -
2019-03-18 at 3:16 PM UTCTo Methuselah: this thread will not show up at all while I'm logged in, so I can't quote your posts directly
In most cases, yes, 9mm will suffice. But if you can handle 10 without a problem, and there's a real threat of bears in your place of residence, why not go for the most powerful you can handle?
Also, I make my own rounds so I pay less to feed my 10 than most will pay to feed a 9 -
2019-03-18 at 3:20 PM UTCYeah I guess you’re right, it all comes down to what ur using it for
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2019-03-18 at 4:40 PM UTCI wonder if I can buy a gun at a gunshow or second hand now that I have a posession charge on my record. After my mental breakdown my uncle stole my guns and locked them somewhere even my dad doesn't know the wherabouts of. It was a new 9mm Berreta 92 Inox ($650) and about 3 years old Remington 700 30-06. He offered me $1500, which I refused because they aren't worth that anymore. I accepted $900 which is about what you would get if you sold them maybe, but I kind of regret not taking the 1500, or at least 1300.
However, he did pay my court fines, which were $850, so I don't feel as bad about it now. I can buy them back from him at some point, but I don't really want to. I'd prefer something cheaper, and also that Beretta is defective and not safe at all. Also 30-06 ammo is a dollar a round, too expensive, but fucking fun to shoot. I handle recoil very well even though I'm a small guy.
