The ratings on these stories don’t really say anything. Sometimes, occasionally the ones with lots and lots of excellent ratings get a little ribbon next to their names. Those ones add up enough to mean something I suppose, but mostly a couple reviews are so close to zero that I don’t know whether to listen to them or not. I’ll just read I guess.
The ratings are what he lives for. He cannot describe it to anyone– he is the rating, and the rating is him. He waits for them with bated breath. This number is everything that he is. It is his value, his self-worth, all in the hands of a number.
Movie ratings. I feel like they’re bullshit most of the time. Well, I trust rottentomatoes. But really though. They rated the live action scooby doo movie pretty highly. That movie wasn’t the greatest.
Greg poked his head into the glass-walled office of his superior. “You called, Chief?”
The Chief Superintendent motioned him in with a wave, indicating that he close the door behind himself. “Yes, Lestrade, I wanted to talk to you about your current case.”
Greg sat in the chair adjacent to the Chief’s desk. “The search is going quite well, we’ve still got three leads to investigate. I’m confident we’ll get somewhere by the end of tomorrow, if not by Friday.”
The Chief nodded and patted his damp forehead with a handkerchief. “Yes. Well. What I wanted to ask you was really more about… mister Sherlock Holmes.” Greg rolled his eyes, preparing for the worst. “You see, ever since Sherlock’s name was cleared and he returned from hiding, the public seems to have taken quite a liking to him. Our public approval ratings take a leap with each case on which he appears as a consultant. I’ve been strongly urged by those above my position to encourage his involvement in as many future cases as would be deemed appropriate. I’ve even been authorized to offer him a reward for his assistance.”
Greg sat back in his chair, gaping a bit. How quickly the tune of things changed, when money was involved! He even wondered if the elder Holmes brother might not have a hand in this “encouragement.” He cleared his throat and straightened his tie, “Yes sir, I believe we could benefit greatly from Sherlock’s assistance in our current case, with his help we may even recover the missing device by the end of today.”
Greg left the meeting, feeling as though he was slowly losing his reputation as a competent detective. Sherlock would be insufferable after this.
He told me it was the best song in the whole world. He said that he could listen to it for hours and play it for hours more. He picked up his guitar and strummed along happily as it droned on, and then I asked him what it was called. Apparently ratings aren’t everything, since he didn’t know.
i see ratings everywhere. movies. tv. music. there every where. but really whats the point. everyone has their own opion on things so if you see something has a bad rating dont dismiss it so fast, its just one persons opinoon. so ya try new things
Ratings? Who cares about ratings. I’ve been researching ratings on my new kitchen appliances and they’re all bullshit about how things burn their food. Bitch- you burnt your own food. Learn how not to burn your house down before you buy a professional cooktop.
“The ratings go up, the ratings go down. Forget about the ratings!” The plump redhead slammed the teacup down on the old wooden desk. “For the love of all things sane, man!” She scowled. “Get a hold of yourself!”
“I’m trying!” He growled back. “Not that you’re helping.”
“I’m not trying to be helpful!” She snarled back. “You don’t need helpful right now. Right now, you need a kick in the pants and a fire under that oversized-”
“Don’t you dare!” He roared. “I will not have you speak to me like-”
“Like what? Like the spoiled brat you are?” She sniffed, disdainfully. “You know something, your highness?” Her voice was sickeningly sweet. “I always thought you were a spoiled, pampered brat–I never thought you’d actually prove me right!”
“Get out!” He shoved the papers, inkwells and books off the desk at the strangely calm woman.
She merely wrinkled her nose, straightened her skirts and sailed from the room with her head held high. “I will be down in the kitchens,” her voice floated over. “If you think you might have the nerve to prove me wrong.”
Datings, I got bad grades but have good ratings, you see me out with bad girls dating, in the bath room droppin monster ratings, on a scale of one to ten im rated an eleven.
Thanks for reiterating what I’ve been trying to say for the past two months. Yet, you still refuse to listen to any sort of reason other than your own. Your ratings are dropping. Never spit on a suicidal b*****d, he’ll never forget.
When I travel, I like to be invisible. Nothing feels better in life than walking along the streets of a city, whether it be London or Ljubljana, and knowing you don’t stand out, knowing that the people around you who have lived there the entirety of their lives cannot easily identify you as a foreigner until you speak. Blending in during travel is far better than ever standing out.
Then, I went to Morocco– a country where it is more socially acceptable for men to shout rude things and harass women. Particularly western women who cannot blend in this time. In some ways, it was much harder than being back home where stupid boys give girls ratings on perceived physical attractiveness. I was usually fortunate enough to avoid such idiots. But wherever I went in Morocco, male heads turned, and crude, intrusive comments in perfect English ensued.
Don’t get me wrong; I love Morocco. But if their culture seems barbaric to me in this one regard, it makes me wonder how offensive my culture can be to them.
Family rule is nothing worse than PG-13. What a battle that is! Redbox, Blockbuster, R R R. Everything is R. It’s not an easy rule to follow but breaking it always leads to disappointment. Why can’t movies be something that everyone can see.
I think of movie ratings here, I also think of being rated on a scale. i think of how people see me, their first impression of me, do they immediately like or dislike me. I think of my friends, my boyfriends, my parents, and my brother. I think of how they would describe me.
ratings are what I give to movie. I’m watching a movie right now called Cashback, I watched it about 3 years ago and apparently gave it a 10 out of 10 on imdb. Who knew. Now I do and I find it weird how I used to give so many 10’s on IMDb. My critical eye is developing, I don’t just see a movie as being awesome or awful, but there are more quantifiers within.
Ratings are sometimes good. Other times, not so much. We rate people on all kinds of things: their looks, their smarts, their performances, both professionally and personally. Ratings can be completely biased and opinion based, or other times they can be very unbiased and factual. Either way, ratings are something that you have to live with.
tv shows movies and other things are rated by others, but the rating that should matter is the one of the creator. Why do we obsess over others ratings when ours is the only truly important one. RATE YOURSELF AND NO ONE ELSE.
Possibly the worst thing you could do to a girl. Rate them. You rate THINGS, not PEOPLE. Hearing about boys rating girls, makes me super mad. Too bad if were to rate the boys that are rating girls, they would probably be -100s.
these are the score that people give books and movies and resteraunts and stuff to show how they liked so that other people can look at it and see how other people liked it. they can be from a scale of 1-10 or the amount of stars from one to five.
ratings are for people who don’t trust their own opinions enough. you can spend your life holding on to ratings like onto a liferaft. or you can learn how to swim. (that last bit actually makes no sense at all.)
She looked at the numbers in front of her. These were dismal. They were going to can her arse for this. But what else could she do? She’d told them the concept was good but that it was going to need a lot of work, commitment, actors who were worth a damn. But that’s not what she got.
I look up and down, across the stars and the numbers, to see the real. See how my hard work, my sweat and grief have been condensed into a number. A number. Is that really expressive? Is that really…art?
Tv ratings always suck. They never rate good shows with appropriate reviews. The most widely acknowledged shows display shit that really no one should waste their time with. Watch National Geographic for a change.
She had been refreshing the Yelp page for the past three hours. Then suddenly, there appeared a 5 out of 5 star rating. But the person didn’t leave any specific comments. But a rating was a rating, and it was a good one. She could not settle for anything less.
Ratings, all movie ratings are done by a group of less than 20 individuals. They control at what age you can see certain things. Apparently high powered members of the catholic church sit in on the rating sessions and have an influence on what can stay or what has to go in a film
the ratings on the show were very amicable. they were not chart toppers but they were enough to get the show noticed. and once it had been notice, it was as good as gold
all movies have ratiings. we give people ratings all the time too. so its not just books or movies or like media. I know I’d probly be rated as like a 6. maybe a 7 on a good day. But some of the girls I hang out with are probably like 9’s. which is kind of hard on me. It’s hard being the ugly friend. Its not the girls’ fault though. I love them so much they are pretty awesome girls. And we all give guys ratings. Like our neighbors. I think they are some good looking boys. Randell is pretty cute but not really my type. And Todd is like a 5ish. Not too bad. And Kyle. Ohhhh Kyle. He
Don’t think. But how can I not think? Thinking is all I do, rating others as I trust they must be rating me. But I assume…and others are kinder than I make them out to be. Kinder than me.
Every time I eat at a restaurant I always wonder what rating it has. I wonder if it’s a two star or three star and sometimes when I eat somewhere especially nice I wonder, ‘could I be eating at a four star restaurant right now?’
hey what would rate me? 1-10. am i pretty? do i live up to society’s standards of hotness? am i good enough for you? am i better than you? who’s better than me? who’s worse than me? will getting a better rating than you give me a nice false sense of superiority?
The rating sucked. There was no other way to it. Every week they just dropped like a rock off a thousand feet cliff. He banged his head against his desk as the unforgivable graph glared at him from his computer screen. Damn it, something had to give and he had the unfortunate feeling that it wasn’t going to the viewers.
The movie wasn’t to my pleasure. I mean, the adrenaline rushes and all, they were enjoyable, but the overall plot wasn’t satisfying.
Gahh, it’s been way too long since I’ve been on this site, I’m sucking at writing. Have to get back in the habit.
The camera! The lights! The fashion! She has seen it all! Ever since her movie has been a hit and had huge ratings, the popular movie star has rose to fame in mere months, but will she crash as fast as she rose?
oranges, have you every looked at oranges and marvelled at how orange they were? How strangely perfect and assymeterical? but the grind is so leathery. I like to peel my oranges in a jamacan way, I think it’s spectacular, simply so and to make orange tea
Things are not as they seem. I’ve been a part of this nightmare for many years and it’s finally becoming a lucid dream at best. The ratings for my thoughts may be low among the others but I happen to be enjoying them now. How long could this last? How long can I live in this beautiful facade made of happiness and endless dreary nights? I’d ask but there’s no one worth enough to reply.
The ratings on these stories don’t really say anything. Sometimes, occasionally the ones with lots and lots of excellent ratings get a little ribbon next to their names. Those ones add up enough to mean something I suppose, but mostly a couple reviews are so close to zero that I don’t know whether to listen to them or not. I’ll just read I guess.
The ratings are what he lives for. He cannot describe it to anyone– he is the rating, and the rating is him. He waits for them with bated breath. This number is everything that he is. It is his value, his self-worth, all in the hands of a number.
Movie ratings. I feel like they’re bullshit most of the time. Well, I trust rottentomatoes. But really though. They rated the live action scooby doo movie pretty highly. That movie wasn’t the greatest.
Greg poked his head into the glass-walled office of his superior. “You called, Chief?”
The Chief Superintendent motioned him in with a wave, indicating that he close the door behind himself. “Yes, Lestrade, I wanted to talk to you about your current case.”
Greg sat in the chair adjacent to the Chief’s desk. “The search is going quite well, we’ve still got three leads to investigate. I’m confident we’ll get somewhere by the end of tomorrow, if not by Friday.”
The Chief nodded and patted his damp forehead with a handkerchief. “Yes. Well. What I wanted to ask you was really more about… mister Sherlock Holmes.” Greg rolled his eyes, preparing for the worst. “You see, ever since Sherlock’s name was cleared and he returned from hiding, the public seems to have taken quite a liking to him. Our public approval ratings take a leap with each case on which he appears as a consultant. I’ve been strongly urged by those above my position to encourage his involvement in as many future cases as would be deemed appropriate. I’ve even been authorized to offer him a reward for his assistance.”
Greg sat back in his chair, gaping a bit. How quickly the tune of things changed, when money was involved! He even wondered if the elder Holmes brother might not have a hand in this “encouragement.” He cleared his throat and straightened his tie, “Yes sir, I believe we could benefit greatly from Sherlock’s assistance in our current case, with his help we may even recover the missing device by the end of today.”
Greg left the meeting, feeling as though he was slowly losing his reputation as a competent detective. Sherlock would be insufferable after this.
He told me it was the best song in the whole world. He said that he could listen to it for hours and play it for hours more. He picked up his guitar and strummed along happily as it droned on, and then I asked him what it was called. Apparently ratings aren’t everything, since he didn’t know.
i see ratings everywhere. movies. tv. music. there every where. but really whats the point. everyone has their own opion on things so if you see something has a bad rating dont dismiss it so fast, its just one persons opinoon. so ya try new things
Ratings? Who cares about ratings. I’ve been researching ratings on my new kitchen appliances and they’re all bullshit about how things burn their food. Bitch- you burnt your own food. Learn how not to burn your house down before you buy a professional cooktop.
“The ratings go up, the ratings go down. Forget about the ratings!” The plump redhead slammed the teacup down on the old wooden desk. “For the love of all things sane, man!” She scowled. “Get a hold of yourself!”
“I’m trying!” He growled back. “Not that you’re helping.”
“I’m not trying to be helpful!” She snarled back. “You don’t need helpful right now. Right now, you need a kick in the pants and a fire under that oversized-”
“Don’t you dare!” He roared. “I will not have you speak to me like-”
“Like what? Like the spoiled brat you are?” She sniffed, disdainfully. “You know something, your highness?” Her voice was sickeningly sweet. “I always thought you were a spoiled, pampered brat–I never thought you’d actually prove me right!”
“Get out!” He shoved the papers, inkwells and books off the desk at the strangely calm woman.
She merely wrinkled her nose, straightened her skirts and sailed from the room with her head held high. “I will be down in the kitchens,” her voice floated over. “If you think you might have the nerve to prove me wrong.”
Datings, I got bad grades but have good ratings, you see me out with bad girls dating, in the bath room droppin monster ratings, on a scale of one to ten im rated an eleven.
Thanks for reiterating what I’ve been trying to say for the past two months. Yet, you still refuse to listen to any sort of reason other than your own. Your ratings are dropping. Never spit on a suicidal b*****d, he’ll never forget.
Evaluation. Opinion. Objectivity. Stars and letters. Criticism and improvement.
When I travel, I like to be invisible. Nothing feels better in life than walking along the streets of a city, whether it be London or Ljubljana, and knowing you don’t stand out, knowing that the people around you who have lived there the entirety of their lives cannot easily identify you as a foreigner until you speak. Blending in during travel is far better than ever standing out.
Then, I went to Morocco– a country where it is more socially acceptable for men to shout rude things and harass women. Particularly western women who cannot blend in this time. In some ways, it was much harder than being back home where stupid boys give girls ratings on perceived physical attractiveness. I was usually fortunate enough to avoid such idiots. But wherever I went in Morocco, male heads turned, and crude, intrusive comments in perfect English ensued.
Don’t get me wrong; I love Morocco. But if their culture seems barbaric to me in this one regard, it makes me wonder how offensive my culture can be to them.
Family rule is nothing worse than PG-13. What a battle that is! Redbox, Blockbuster, R R R. Everything is R. It’s not an easy rule to follow but breaking it always leads to disappointment. Why can’t movies be something that everyone can see.
I think of movie ratings here, I also think of being rated on a scale. i think of how people see me, their first impression of me, do they immediately like or dislike me. I think of my friends, my boyfriends, my parents, and my brother. I think of how they would describe me.
ratings are what I give to movie. I’m watching a movie right now called Cashback, I watched it about 3 years ago and apparently gave it a 10 out of 10 on imdb. Who knew. Now I do and I find it weird how I used to give so many 10’s on IMDb. My critical eye is developing, I don’t just see a movie as being awesome or awful, but there are more quantifiers within.
Ratings are sometimes good. Other times, not so much. We rate people on all kinds of things: their looks, their smarts, their performances, both professionally and personally. Ratings can be completely biased and opinion based, or other times they can be very unbiased and factual. Either way, ratings are something that you have to live with.
it was amazing the ratings my video got was just amazing!! i couldn’t wait to tell my family! my life now feels complete!
tv shows movies and other things are rated by others, but the rating that should matter is the one of the creator. Why do we obsess over others ratings when ours is the only truly important one. RATE YOURSELF AND NO ONE ELSE.
Possibly the worst thing you could do to a girl. Rate them. You rate THINGS, not PEOPLE. Hearing about boys rating girls, makes me super mad. Too bad if were to rate the boys that are rating girls, they would probably be -100s.
these are the score that people give books and movies and resteraunts and stuff to show how they liked so that other people can look at it and see how other people liked it. they can be from a scale of 1-10 or the amount of stars from one to five.
Watching stuff on youtube that has nice ratings.
ratings are for people who don’t trust their own opinions enough. you can spend your life holding on to ratings like onto a liferaft. or you can learn how to swim. (that last bit actually makes no sense at all.)
She looked at the numbers in front of her. These were dismal. They were going to can her arse for this. But what else could she do? She’d told them the concept was good but that it was going to need a lot of work, commitment, actors who were worth a damn. But that’s not what she got.
men are always giving women these… why don’t women do the same
Aghast! How dare he? They said what? Number TWO?
I look up and down, across the stars and the numbers, to see the real. See how my hard work, my sweat and grief have been condensed into a number. A number. Is that really expressive? Is that really…art?
Tv ratings always suck. They never rate good shows with appropriate reviews. The most widely acknowledged shows display shit that really no one should waste their time with. Watch National Geographic for a change.
She had been refreshing the Yelp page for the past three hours. Then suddenly, there appeared a 5 out of 5 star rating. But the person didn’t leave any specific comments. But a rating was a rating, and it was a good one. She could not settle for anything less.
Ratings, all movie ratings are done by a group of less than 20 individuals. They control at what age you can see certain things. Apparently high powered members of the catholic church sit in on the rating sessions and have an influence on what can stay or what has to go in a film
the ratings on the show were very amicable. they were not chart toppers but they were enough to get the show noticed. and once it had been notice, it was as good as gold
all movies have ratiings. we give people ratings all the time too. so its not just books or movies or like media. I know I’d probly be rated as like a 6. maybe a 7 on a good day. But some of the girls I hang out with are probably like 9’s. which is kind of hard on me. It’s hard being the ugly friend. Its not the girls’ fault though. I love them so much they are pretty awesome girls. And we all give guys ratings. Like our neighbors. I think they are some good looking boys. Randell is pretty cute but not really my type. And Todd is like a 5ish. Not too bad. And Kyle. Ohhhh Kyle. He
Don’t think. But how can I not think? Thinking is all I do, rating others as I trust they must be rating me. But I assume…and others are kinder than I make them out to be. Kinder than me.
Every time I eat at a restaurant I always wonder what rating it has. I wonder if it’s a two star or three star and sometimes when I eat somewhere especially nice I wonder, ‘could I be eating at a four star restaurant right now?’
ratings are overrated.
hey what would rate me? 1-10. am i pretty? do i live up to society’s standards of hotness? am i good enough for you? am i better than you? who’s better than me? who’s worse than me? will getting a better rating than you give me a nice false sense of superiority?
The rating sucked. There was no other way to it. Every week they just dropped like a rock off a thousand feet cliff. He banged his head against his desk as the unforgivable graph glared at him from his computer screen. Damn it, something had to give and he had the unfortunate feeling that it wasn’t going to the viewers.
Score,marks, judge,goodness,reference,restaurants
The movie wasn’t to my pleasure. I mean, the adrenaline rushes and all, they were enjoyable, but the overall plot wasn’t satisfying.
Gahh, it’s been way too long since I’ve been on this site, I’m sucking at writing. Have to get back in the habit.
The camera! The lights! The fashion! She has seen it all! Ever since her movie has been a hit and had huge ratings, the popular movie star has rose to fame in mere months, but will she crash as fast as she rose?
oranges, have you every looked at oranges and marvelled at how orange they were? How strangely perfect and assymeterical? but the grind is so leathery. I like to peel my oranges in a jamacan way, I think it’s spectacular, simply so and to make orange tea
Things are not as they seem. I’ve been a part of this nightmare for many years and it’s finally becoming a lucid dream at best. The ratings for my thoughts may be low among the others but I happen to be enjoying them now. How long could this last? How long can I live in this beautiful facade made of happiness and endless dreary nights? I’d ask but there’s no one worth enough to reply.