ich mag bewertungen nicht besonders. das heißt ich mag sie eigentlich, aber nur wenn ich gut bewertet werde. leider habe ich einen ziemlich niedrigen selbstwert, deshalb rechne ich damit nie und mag bewertungen grundsätzlich nicht. im nachhinein finde ich sie meistens okay, da sich heruasstellt dass ich eigentlich ganz okay bin.
The ratings made it seem like it would be worth getting. I wanted it. I pictured making bread for friends and neighbors seven days a week–good gluten-free, dairy-free bread for my friends and neighbors. So I checked the thing out. Why not go for the one with the highest ratings?
I think ratings are overrated. Seriously. Come on. 5 stars? Gotta be shitting me? How about A star? Or “this is so drunk, you’ll love it when you’re rubbish.” Pfft! Ratings. Who needs them?
I can’t stand the reviews. Looking at my ratings makes me ill – even one poor notice and my heart cracks, regardless of all the good ones. Why is it that it’s so much easier to believe negative comments than positive ones?
for a movie, or a tv show. my teachers rate me poorly, I’m sure, after the mess I’ve made of this year. I rate you a ten. Too bad you’re kind of an ass… Sometimes.
Movie ratings never really help me at all. I look at them but I never really know what to make of them. Are these an unbiased group of people who are rating for the content of the movie? The storyline? Cinematography? Is it a bunch of people who don’t like musical movies who are watching something that the main characters sing every few minutes? Are these people who don’t like violent movies? I never know if they’re actually being helpful to me or if they’re just being there to be there.
When the two women kissed, ratings nearly had a heart attack. The demographic for horny men ages 30-50 skyrocketed, while the demographic for religious women 20 and up plummeted. There was a particular growth in viewership from young girls questioning their sexuality, but that subsided when it turned out the two characters had just made out for shits and giggles. One thing to take note of was that the children viewership did not change – they were out playing tag and drinking soda and didn’t really give a damn.
Slap me in the face. I`ll rate the power in your muscles for free! come on, don`t be afraid! It will be fun! Slap me like your hitting a tivolipowercounter, the one that says Ding! go on, I´ll say Ding! for you!
Starting from the early age of two, the star was his. On his grass-stained shirt, his sticky cheeks, his crushed papers. The star was always there, its shine more than a match for him. As he grew older he changed. From his starched, clean shirt, his rough, prickly cheeks, and his immaculate papers; he was different, he was new. His eyes were bland moss. But when he laid eyes on her his heart expanded, his palms grew sweaty, his eyes grew brighter, always brighter. His star started to pale in comparison to him.
The show was terrible and we knew it. But every week we trudged through writing and meeting and acting and shooting. And every week we got paid to do it. Paid by the viewers. The millions and millions of inane, idiotic, ridiculously simple viewers
We as people succumb to the daily process of competitive ratings. Everything gets rated; performance, our lifestyle. Constantly being compared with the ratings of others. Competing for everything in and around our lives.
Ratings. The ratings were high this season. Ugh this is a horrible word. Too modern. The ratings were low. The ratings were actually sideways… it’s just the world is partially on its side so they looked up and down to us. Just sayin’.
I pay attention to the ratings scrupulously, because the opinions of others expressed in numerical fashion tell me exactly what I need to know to survive in a hostile world filled with terrorists and advertisements. I need to know satistically who it’s popular to bomb or buy.
the ratings on some things are very good. the ratings on ipods are exceeding my expectations. if you rate something, you are usually saying how much you like the item.
As soon as Muriel saw her ratings, she snatched at the locket round her neck, fumbled it, her fingers shaking like little jack hammers. She gave up, went to the liquor cabinet, direct to the Jack Daniels, didn’t bother with a glass, sucked down seven swallows. Seven, the biblical number of completeness. Muriel tried again. Success. She got hold of the locket, managed to pop the latch. Nothing. No cyanide pill. She snatched at the desk drawer handle. Jack hammers. Jack Daniels. No gun. She ran to the window, fumbled the latch. Jack Daniels… Seven tries later she managed to pass out.
This is the final call for every thing that was meant to be. But somehow it didnt happen and I wasnt sure how it would get across. Suddenly I look up and notice. There it is.
I wanted everything to look perfect. It was to prove something. To qualify myself in front of people I have always considered my underlings but of whom I still ask for acceptance. These contradictions reveal the insecurities I am completely aware of, but just haven’t explored.
They came and saw. And when they went, they left these behind. No other explanation. 9.2. 6.4, 10. What they meant only they knew. And they simply weren’t going to talk about it any more. How judgmental.
Regardless of ratings, I know it’s a good movie and that’s all that matters. We put our heart and soul into it, spent every last dime making it, the actors and supporting cast did a bang-up job. I’m not going to let some stupid number take away the magic that is, “Herbert Shaves his Beard III.”
So we were discussing the ratings feature this morning and everyone had a differing opinion on what the client wanted. The only thing we agreed upon was that it wasn’t going to work they way we wanted it to work – regardless of the client’s desired functionality. I love meetings like that – we’re always right, everyone else is always wrong.
Don’t rate others, they’re rating you back. Into rankings of smallest to biggest. Rate yourself not the others around you. It’s not right to go around judging.
when I see this word I think, wtf, ratings? seriously. What a lame word, It implies movie ratings and assessment, subjective assessment of something or a group of things that may or may not have any relavence to anyone but the one rating.
Television shows or films can have ratings. These ratings can be either good or bad. If a particular show’s ratings are low, then that show will probably get canceled. If the ratings are high, the show will probably keep running.
I swiftly typed the movie’s name into the search bar, looking for a legit website that displayed movie ratings. I clicked a well-known website and stared at the results. The movie has six stars out of ten, not necessarily the best. Of course I would still sit through this festering pus wound of a movie, if not for the one that I love.
There are a lot of different types of ratings. Whether for movies, or for hotness in guys or girls. It just depends on how the reader is used to seeing it used as. Ratings can often be over rated and usually encourage stereotypes.
The ratings were substantially low, but we saw GI Joe anyway. It was worth every penny; I knew what I was getting into, and needless to say I was absolutely for it. The special effects were over the top, the acting was way below par, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Popcorn and soda helped smooth the transition from person to moviegoer in an instant, and before I knew it I too was yelling for Joe.
five stars for the man with the gimp leg. three stars for the mistress with the humpback. two stars for the prep with the slightly crooked nose. one star for the poster girl supermodel wannabe from outerspace.
Life is all about judgments. People appraise you upon meeting you and in every ensuing encounter. But its the first time that you really have to worry about. That first look up and down, where the watcher takes in your every measure whether they get it correctly or not. That is your one chance.
The ratings of other people is just a fancy word for opinions. I would like to say other peoples opinions don’t matter but that is not true. Most people’s opinions don’t matter but there are the few that matter the most, those who know me the best. Count on my circle to form a rating an opinion to love me enough to speak the truth.
The films ratings were insane. One critic would give it 5 shiny gold stars out of 5, when another one would be berating it and declaring it as the worst film of all time. There was simply no in between, and as I watched the newspapers be delivered and as I saw the many pages dedicated to understanding or appreciate my film, I began to feel more and more unhappy that I had started in the first place.
TV. Quality is unnecessary anymore. It’s all about the ratings. How many people can we get to watch this shit? And it is. Shit that is. In fact, let’s make it a game to see how big of pieces of shit we can get people to applaud and watch.
In the plus column: you’re kind and pretty, introduce me to music I might never have heard of; I trust you; we know each other like blind fingers know faces. In the minus column: we don’t talk anymore; your face is a statue; your back like granite as I shiver at night.
according to the ratings she was very popular, how come she felt this miserable than? She picked up the magazine and looked at her own face, was this her really?
ich mag bewertungen nicht besonders. das heißt ich mag sie eigentlich, aber nur wenn ich gut bewertet werde. leider habe ich einen ziemlich niedrigen selbstwert, deshalb rechne ich damit nie und mag bewertungen grundsätzlich nicht. im nachhinein finde ich sie meistens okay, da sich heruasstellt dass ich eigentlich ganz okay bin.
The ratings made it seem like it would be worth getting. I wanted it. I pictured making bread for friends and neighbors seven days a week–good gluten-free, dairy-free bread for my friends and neighbors. So I checked the thing out. Why not go for the one with the highest ratings?
I think ratings are overrated. Seriously. Come on. 5 stars? Gotta be shitting me? How about A star? Or “this is so drunk, you’ll love it when you’re rubbish.” Pfft! Ratings. Who needs them?
I can’t stand the reviews. Looking at my ratings makes me ill – even one poor notice and my heart cracks, regardless of all the good ones. Why is it that it’s so much easier to believe negative comments than positive ones?
for a movie, or a tv show. my teachers rate me poorly, I’m sure, after the mess I’ve made of this year. I rate you a ten. Too bad you’re kind of an ass… Sometimes.
Movie ratings never really help me at all. I look at them but I never really know what to make of them. Are these an unbiased group of people who are rating for the content of the movie? The storyline? Cinematography? Is it a bunch of people who don’t like musical movies who are watching something that the main characters sing every few minutes? Are these people who don’t like violent movies? I never know if they’re actually being helpful to me or if they’re just being there to be there.
I am nothing.
I have not received above a 5
I am without love.
I am into the blak hole.
Who is more selfish than I?
Not christ wrote the book.
Not the boy, read the poor
Give your daughter away nickro caverns.
ratings are what rate like movies rate from g, pg, pg-13,r, x,xx,xxx im noit trying to be dicusing…
When the two women kissed, ratings nearly had a heart attack. The demographic for horny men ages 30-50 skyrocketed, while the demographic for religious women 20 and up plummeted. There was a particular growth in viewership from young girls questioning their sexuality, but that subsided when it turned out the two characters had just made out for shits and giggles. One thing to take note of was that the children viewership did not change – they were out playing tag and drinking soda and didn’t really give a damn.
Slap me in the face. I`ll rate the power in your muscles for free! come on, don`t be afraid! It will be fun! Slap me like your hitting a tivolipowercounter, the one that says Ding! go on, I´ll say Ding! for you!
Starting from the early age of two, the star was his. On his grass-stained shirt, his sticky cheeks, his crushed papers. The star was always there, its shine more than a match for him. As he grew older he changed. From his starched, clean shirt, his rough, prickly cheeks, and his immaculate papers; he was different, he was new. His eyes were bland moss. But when he laid eyes on her his heart expanded, his palms grew sweaty, his eyes grew brighter, always brighter. His star started to pale in comparison to him.
The show was terrible and we knew it. But every week we trudged through writing and meeting and acting and shooting. And every week we got paid to do it. Paid by the viewers. The millions and millions of inane, idiotic, ridiculously simple viewers
We as people succumb to the daily process of competitive ratings. Everything gets rated; performance, our lifestyle. Constantly being compared with the ratings of others. Competing for everything in and around our lives.
Ratings. The ratings were high this season. Ugh this is a horrible word. Too modern. The ratings were low. The ratings were actually sideways… it’s just the world is partially on its side so they looked up and down to us. Just sayin’.
the RATING of the movie Hunger games is PG-13 D”: why why WHY!!!!
I pay attention to the ratings scrupulously, because the opinions of others expressed in numerical fashion tell me exactly what I need to know to survive in a hostile world filled with terrorists and advertisements. I need to know satistically who it’s popular to bomb or buy.
Movies get ratings depending on how good they are or how much people like them.
the ratings on some things are very good. the ratings on ipods are exceeding my expectations. if you rate something, you are usually saying how much you like the item.
As soon as Muriel saw her ratings, she snatched at the locket round her neck, fumbled it, her fingers shaking like little jack hammers. She gave up, went to the liquor cabinet, direct to the Jack Daniels, didn’t bother with a glass, sucked down seven swallows. Seven, the biblical number of completeness. Muriel tried again. Success. She got hold of the locket, managed to pop the latch. Nothing. No cyanide pill. She snatched at the desk drawer handle. Jack hammers. Jack Daniels. No gun. She ran to the window, fumbled the latch. Jack Daniels… Seven tries later she managed to pass out.
This is the final call for every thing that was meant to be. But somehow it didnt happen and I wasnt sure how it would get across. Suddenly I look up and notice. There it is.
Fourth.
Third.
First.
I wanted everything to look perfect. It was to prove something. To qualify myself in front of people I have always considered my underlings but of whom I still ask for acceptance. These contradictions reveal the insecurities I am completely aware of, but just haven’t explored.
people have a need to categorize things so they make them better, worse, nice good put labels on them
everything has a rating when you first look at it, you put it there because you already know if you like it or not
ratings can be useful and let you know what others think, but ultimately the ratings we make are the ones that matter
They came and saw. And when they went, they left these behind. No other explanation. 9.2. 6.4, 10. What they meant only they knew. And they simply weren’t going to talk about it any more. How judgmental.
Regardless of ratings, I know it’s a good movie and that’s all that matters. We put our heart and soul into it, spent every last dime making it, the actors and supporting cast did a bang-up job. I’m not going to let some stupid number take away the magic that is, “Herbert Shaves his Beard III.”
So we were discussing the ratings feature this morning and everyone had a differing opinion on what the client wanted. The only thing we agreed upon was that it wasn’t going to work they way we wanted it to work – regardless of the client’s desired functionality. I love meetings like that – we’re always right, everyone else is always wrong.
Don’t rate others, they’re rating you back. Into rankings of smallest to biggest. Rate yourself not the others around you. It’s not right to go around judging.
when I see this word I think, wtf, ratings? seriously. What a lame word, It implies movie ratings and assessment, subjective assessment of something or a group of things that may or may not have any relavence to anyone but the one rating.
Television shows or films can have ratings. These ratings can be either good or bad. If a particular show’s ratings are low, then that show will probably get canceled. If the ratings are high, the show will probably keep running.
I swiftly typed the movie’s name into the search bar, looking for a legit website that displayed movie ratings. I clicked a well-known website and stared at the results. The movie has six stars out of ten, not necessarily the best. Of course I would still sit through this festering pus wound of a movie, if not for the one that I love.
There are a lot of different types of ratings. Whether for movies, or for hotness in guys or girls. It just depends on how the reader is used to seeing it used as. Ratings can often be over rated and usually encourage stereotypes.
The ratings were substantially low, but we saw GI Joe anyway. It was worth every penny; I knew what I was getting into, and needless to say I was absolutely for it. The special effects were over the top, the acting was way below par, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Popcorn and soda helped smooth the transition from person to moviegoer in an instant, and before I knew it I too was yelling for Joe.
five stars for the man with the gimp leg. three stars for the mistress with the humpback. two stars for the prep with the slightly crooked nose. one star for the poster girl supermodel wannabe from outerspace.
Life is all about judgments. People appraise you upon meeting you and in every ensuing encounter. But its the first time that you really have to worry about. That first look up and down, where the watcher takes in your every measure whether they get it correctly or not. That is your one chance.
The ratings of other people is just a fancy word for opinions. I would like to say other peoples opinions don’t matter but that is not true. Most people’s opinions don’t matter but there are the few that matter the most, those who know me the best. Count on my circle to form a rating an opinion to love me enough to speak the truth.
The films ratings were insane. One critic would give it 5 shiny gold stars out of 5, when another one would be berating it and declaring it as the worst film of all time. There was simply no in between, and as I watched the newspapers be delivered and as I saw the many pages dedicated to understanding or appreciate my film, I began to feel more and more unhappy that I had started in the first place.
meh you’re cute. but you’re no him.
i’d give you a 10 for distraction though!
TV. Quality is unnecessary anymore. It’s all about the ratings. How many people can we get to watch this shit? And it is. Shit that is. In fact, let’s make it a game to see how big of pieces of shit we can get people to applaud and watch.
In the plus column: you’re kind and pretty, introduce me to music I might never have heard of; I trust you; we know each other like blind fingers know faces. In the minus column: we don’t talk anymore; your face is a statue; your back like granite as I shiver at night.
according to the ratings she was very popular, how come she felt this miserable than? She picked up the magazine and looked at her own face, was this her really?
i think it’s silly to judge something you’ve never read, or heard, or seen based on someone else’s ratings.
everyone’s tastes are different.
make your own decision.