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Somewhere in this thread I found it, like 70% sure.
EDIT: It was just his high school. No clue on grammar/middle school.
https://kiwifarms.net/threads/bob-moviebob-chipman.5873/page-565#post-2410512
Careercow Robert Chipman / Bob / Moviebob / "Movieblob" - Middle-Aged Consoomer, CWC with a Thesaurus, Ardent Male Feminist and Superior Futurist, the Twice-Fired, the Mario-Worshipper, publicly dismantled by Hot Dog Girl, now a diabetic
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EDIT: It was just his high school. No clue on grammar/middle school.
https://kiwifarms.net/threads/bob-moviebob-chipman.5873/page-565#post-2410512
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Sperging about Kingdom Come.
I can't wait to see it and still drag your sorry ass over it.
Yet you still blew Proud Mary for doing the same thing. Wonder why.
Hillz 4 lyfe.
In other "Who cares" news:
Bob, 25 minutes earlier: "I dindu nuffin, it was those dang, dirty teachers' fault!"
Bob, now: "He deserves to be broken."
Congratulations, you found out stock music exists.
Oh wow, what a completely original concept for a-
Try again next time.
I can't wait to see it and still drag your sorry ass over it.
Yet you still blew Proud Mary for doing the same thing. Wonder why.
Hillz 4 lyfe.
In other "Who cares" news:
Bob, 25 minutes earlier: "I dindu nuffin, it was those dang, dirty teachers' fault!"
Bob, now: "He deserves to be broken."
Congratulations, you found out stock music exists.
Oh wow, what a completely original concept for a-
Try again next time.
I was shit at math. Like, "Passed by the skin of my teeth" bad. Despite that, I've miraculously not held grudges against my high school math teachers, nor do I want to be successful just to spite them. If I was one of his teachers and I saw this, I'd laugh my ass off even harder.
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Sadly Wikipedia doesn't list any noteworthies who attended the same time he would have, although Kevin Trudeau, infomercial altmed fraudster and convicted felon, is a fellow graduate of St. Mary's (assuming Bob went there true).
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He wrote about this in the Mario book, I think the teacher wanted them to put him on Ritalin or something. To think that we could have lost Bob as a lolcow..
Also, I'm pretty sure that said drawings were rule 34 Mario.
Finally, I'm laughing my ass out at Bob inadvertantly admitting he doesn't have any success.
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LET. IT FUCKING. GO!
Get over it, you juvenile fuck. Not everyone was great in Math. Yet we don't hold
grudges about it. I'm sorry nobody liked you doodles, and being sent to therapy. But that's no excuse to justify your behavior toward others. It only highlights why everyone laughs at you, chipman.
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This on par with Chris' 4th grade story.
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My almonds got activated, so I looked it up.
Yep, it was Ritalin, along with some other unnamed drugs:
What Nintendo and Mario were was my “happy place,” my constant.
While I won’t claim that I had anything close to an unhappy childhood,
particularly compared to many of my friends, I wasn’t having an easy time
of pre-adolescence. I was, quite emphatically, a “nerd” in every sense of
the word, save for academic excellence: I had too much of a problem with
authority to be any good at schoolwork, but was still too weird and bookish to
be accepted by most of my peers. Instead of dealing with this in some kind of
mature fashion, I made one bad decision after another – including the classic
asshole move of trying to endear myself to the “cool” kids by trying to join
the name-calling and belittling of the other “uncool” kids. A part of me will
probably hate myself for that until my dying day.
I should probably add that I was attending a Catholic School at the time,
so all my issues came packaged alongside an inseparable religious guilt to
boot and the teachers, free from the rigors of dealing with kids with serious
problems like their public school counterparts, had plenty of time to devote
to “fxing” me. I was in the principal’s offce a lot, and so were my parents.
They tried therapy, but I developed an unhelpful hobby of reading about
child psychiatry techniques and then either purposefully subverting them or
smugly informing the therapist that I knew why he was doing what he was
doing. I even had an EKG (which at least required me to stay up all night
beforehand watching Nick at Nite and playing Nintendo, so there was that).
They recommended Ritalin and other mind-altering drugs… but my parents
said no. I thank them at least once a month for that, sometimes more.
And amid all that, the most reliable escape I had was almost always
Mario. While I could get bored with even my favorite movies or books after
awhile, the games were always a little bit different every time I played.
So I played them. And watched the cartoons. And read the comics and the
magazines. And flled my notebooks and sketchpads and the margins of my
textbooks with Mario drawings. And felt my ears perk up when rumors began
to swirl of… “Super Mario Bros. 3”
When it came to Mario, the rest of the world… was about to catch up
to me.
While I won’t claim that I had anything close to an unhappy childhood,
particularly compared to many of my friends, I wasn’t having an easy time
of pre-adolescence. I was, quite emphatically, a “nerd” in every sense of
the word, save for academic excellence: I had too much of a problem with
authority to be any good at schoolwork, but was still too weird and bookish to
be accepted by most of my peers. Instead of dealing with this in some kind of
mature fashion, I made one bad decision after another – including the classic
asshole move of trying to endear myself to the “cool” kids by trying to join
the name-calling and belittling of the other “uncool” kids. A part of me will
probably hate myself for that until my dying day.
I should probably add that I was attending a Catholic School at the time,
so all my issues came packaged alongside an inseparable religious guilt to
boot and the teachers, free from the rigors of dealing with kids with serious
problems like their public school counterparts, had plenty of time to devote
to “fxing” me. I was in the principal’s offce a lot, and so were my parents.
They tried therapy, but I developed an unhelpful hobby of reading about
child psychiatry techniques and then either purposefully subverting them or
smugly informing the therapist that I knew why he was doing what he was
doing. I even had an EKG (which at least required me to stay up all night
beforehand watching Nick at Nite and playing Nintendo, so there was that).
They recommended Ritalin and other mind-altering drugs… but my parents
said no. I thank them at least once a month for that, sometimes more.
And amid all that, the most reliable escape I had was almost always
Mario. While I could get bored with even my favorite movies or books after
awhile, the games were always a little bit different every time I played.
So I played them. And watched the cartoons. And read the comics and the
magazines. And flled my notebooks and sketchpads and the margins of my
textbooks with Mario drawings. And felt my ears perk up when rumors began
to swirl of… “Super Mario Bros. 3”
When it came to Mario, the rest of the world… was about to catch up
to me.
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He essentially is a just slightly less autistic version of Chris Chan. The more that comes out about his life confirms it for me. His parents didn't handle his mental issues as a kid, so he grows up to be a psychotic asshole who doesn't do anything with his life besides have an internet presence.
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Having seen the film recently. It is clear to me that you're just in love with the concept of being diverse rather than the movie itself. The film itself is good, but nothing to call victory about. The SJWs need to stop smelling ther own farts, and dig in on more films. ESPECIALLY YOU, BLOBBO!
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No one will remember bob, except us. Chris could go down as a minor outsider artist at least. Or in internet lore.
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I, for one, am not surprised Bob got it trouble for talking out of turn because he admitted that he had authority issues. It may be speculation, but I suspect young Bobby was the kind of kid to mouth off to the teacher and throw tantrums when called out on his behaviour if his ceaseless sperging on Twitter is any indicator.
His "disturbing" childhood drawings make me curious. I honestly would not be surprised if he also doodled gory and violent reprisals against his teachers and bullies as it was the only way he could get "revenge" on them.
As for being bad at math, I imagine Bob was terrible at a lot of subjects. Look at the severe deficit he has in knowledge of history, civics, and basic critical thinking as an adult.
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Don't forget grammar and spelling. We all make typos but Bob is exceptional at it.
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MovieBob reminds me of the episode "One More Pallbearer" from The Twilight Zone. The episode is about a rich narcissist who spends decades stewing about three people who crossed him in his past. (A teacher who suspended him for cheating, a military officer who courtmarshalled him for cowardice, and a priest who publicly shamed him for his shady behavior.) The rich narcissist eventually sets up an elaborate prank to try to get back at the people he hates, but when it backfires, the rich man goes insane, unable to comprehend the fact that other (read: normal) people are not as self-serving as he is. It's easy to imagine MovieBob in the position of this character (apart from the whole "being rich and industrious" thing.) I could certainly see Bob stewing for decades over some perceived slight given to him by an authority figure, and him running all kinds of revenge scenarios in his mind. Fortunately for Bob's old teachers, priests and authority figures, Bob's too lazy to do anything other than kvetch at them on Twitter.
(Of course, what this means is that the moment when Bob finally realizes how exceptional he is and goes insane as a result, will probably be postponed indefinitely, since he'll never risk directly confronting those he hates. )
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Having seen the movie, sorry Blob, Black Lives Matter is basically the badguy.
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This is pretty much how I imagine every single one of the people who linger in Bob's vengeful memory responding to his caterwauling:
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Whizzing all over El Santo's grave.
Jurassic World sperging.
And they'll also find out you're full of shit too.
Jurassic World sperging.
And they'll also find out you're full of shit too.
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then all guns would be like this
Well better than...
I can't wait to see it and still drag your sorry ass over it.
Funny, that was Sargon's general review of the film too.
Problem with authority? Mr. "I love the Chinese" had a problem with authority?
And you weren't too weird and bookish to be accepted by your peers, Bob - you were just an asshole.
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It makes wonder what Ma and Pa Chipman's parenting style was like because I could imagine little Bob was a terror to deal with.
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Probably indulged his nerdy hobbies and let him make friends at his own pace which he used as an excuse to make very few friends if any
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