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Deep conversations
I am in dire need of deep and thoughtful conversation.
Are any of you up for the task or perhaps my request is futile and this thread is destined for failure?!
lol
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OMG WASNT THAT DOT CLEVER ahahahahahaha oh man IT NEVER GETS FUCKING OLD YOU MORONS
Would you like to pick a topic? Or can we pick it?
Let's discuss the mind-body relationship.
Orbax?
Sure.
But only for the next 20 or so minutes and then I'm going to sleep. (1.25 am here) 
if knowledge is power, and power corrupts, and crime doesnt pay, if you keep reading will you go broke?
also here is something random I wrote years ago...i have no idea why:
dude you must live on Pn30brius II the planet that orbits a sun that was just flung out from a collision of galaxies like the MICE GALAXIES . A time traveller (because what is a space traveller other than one going through space faster than light and in effect going through time. Even someone with a telescope powerful enough to capture rays of light from the beginning of time would still be, in essence a time traveller) that came to your planet would at first think it inhabited primarily by pre-erect quad/bipedals.
They would become confused at the lack of a protruding brow, non-callused knuckles, and Apple IIs stashed under heaps of dot matrix printing.
Theyd look around in wonder and realize those verdant rope tangles strung between the forest of off kilter trees were POWER lines.
a look of awed confusion/hilarity would pass between the oberservers as they attempted to make contact with these beings. They would find them polite, semi-affable, and have a half-glazed look of confusion stamped permanently on their faces.
As time went on the explorers would realize that, even though these people had the veneer of civilization coating them; it was drippy, lumpy, and look as if it had been smeared on by some uncaring God.
They would be invited into their 1 story ramblers, it would be messy, but not enough to comment on later, the kind of messiness that you dont even notice, but in the end you realize you dont respect the person as much as you could.
Theyd be shown into the den, the color brown would dominate. There would be antique furniture used as regular use items...not the nice kind. The kind that has bone white patches looking for all the world like little bits of bleached bone where the lacquer has worn off...probably from the continual rubs and bumps that rubbed through the coating off in the first place.
The owner would then proudly boot up his "computer" and talk of small, inconsequential things. Hed laugh deprecatingly as the computer whirred and clicked to a greyscale image comprised mostly of pixels. Pixels spaced so far apart that anyone watching actually KNEW they were getting SHOT by an electron GUN.
Questions would roll endlessly around in their minds like some hideous mutation of a perpetual motion machine.
"how did they figure out what hole to stick it it?"
"How the hell can a fruit be a computer?"
Yes...these people were still using Apples. All of them.
The explorers were now intruders. How were they to keep their twisted lips, their lowered brows and squinted eyes from showing their disdain at this... 'Hippy'
Desperately they would ask to see the rest of the house
"no problem!" the owner would say in an all too loud voice, "I just want to show you something ive been working on!"
A cold sweat popped out of their eyeballs as intensity rays shot from their mouths. They attempted social telepathy:
"shut up hippy, show us your damn house and let us out of here"
they thought over and over again screwing their eyes shut in concentration. The Apple User had already spun around, however, using his massively over-developed skull plating to shield their "logic" (as the bones typically jokingly called it as they reflected all original thought late at night. 'what are they gonna tell us next? Inhaling smoke routinely fucks you all up?' and then they would laugh and laugh all the while accidently chafing the cerebral cortex which was slowly but surely taking away their abaility to resist intense emotions, crying, and ice cream.) beams.
They both flinched in terror at the ominous gong sound that emanated from the dusty 'machine'. They envisioned pre-historic cults of hominids through handfuls of poinsonous fungus into fires and dancing frantically as their hair covered cohorts dropped due to their "lack of will"
Each generation became progessively more retarded ergo...the Apple User.
Upon booting a slew of confused icons would pop up, with a freakish EEP noising startling both the user and the interlopers at every peep.
Finally he would show them his "work" after navigating through endless coils of drop down menus.
It was a letter. Written to an online community.
These idiots had invented internet.
"we call it 'unnnn yeahhhh, trannncceee BIZZZLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEE!' although we are looking into getting a new name"
As their eyes read furiously over the 'post' skipping most paragraphs, but then catching an interesting reference and skipping quickly back to the just-skipped literature they began to tremble.
"yeah..." the man drawled while popping open a beer, "Ill finish it in a hundred years or so.."
the skeptical raising of eyebrows made the home owner laugh out loud.
"HA HA! is this confusing for you? I can see grey hairs on your head how old are you good sir if you dont mind me asking"
'we are brothers, aged 40 and 43'
his raucous laughter shocked them, and they got that tingly, empty feeling when the embarassment of a situation becomes nearly unbearable and you have no reaction to the insanity of the situation.
"Sirs, you come here in your pods ejected from interstellar ships and you tell me that you STILL die of old age?!"
he then slammed his head back, drained the bottle, and quickly opened another.
"Im sure you have similar stories on your planet of 'oldest living (whatever you call yourselves) drinks 1 glass of wine a night!' well...we took that to the obvious next step:
fucking sea turtles. Yes sir, I have one in my well right now. You see," the man leaned back and stretched while enjoying another brew," we Haploidians have learned to live without WOMEN or WORK or any of that shit. Copulate with a turtle every couple of weeks and you can drink what you want, eat what you want, and youll probably lived forever. We havent tested that one out yet because it hasnt been forever!"
He paused here to choke on his beer as he was immensely amused by his own joke.
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| Originally posted by Orbax if knowledge is power, and power corrupts, and crime doesnt pay, if you keep reading will you go broke? also here is something random I wrote years ago...i have no idea why: dude you must live on Pn30brius II the planet that orbits a sun that was just flung out from a collision of galaxies like the MICE GALAXIES . A time traveller (because what is a space traveller other than one going through space faster than light and in effect going through time. Even someone with a telescope powerful enough to capture rays of light from the beginning of time would still be, in essence a time traveller) that came to your planet would at first think it inhabited primarily by pre-erect quad/bipedals. They would become confused at the lack of a protruding brow, non-callused knuckles, and Apple IIs stashed under heaps of dot matrix printing. Theyd look around in wonder and realize those verdant rope tangles strung between the forest of off kilter trees were POWER lines. a look of awed confusion/hilarity would pass between the oberservers as they attempted to make contact with these beings. They would find them polite, semi-affable, and have a half-glazed look of confusion stamped permanently on their faces. As time went on the explorers would realize that, even though these people had the veneer of civilization coating them; it was drippy, lumpy, and look as if it had been smeared on by some uncaring God. They would be invited into their 1 story ramblers, it would be messy, but not enough to comment on later, the kind of messiness that you dont even notice, but in the end you realize you dont respect the person as much as you could. Theyd be shown into the den, the color brown would dominate. There would be antique furniture used as regular use items...not the nice kind. The kind that has bone white patches looking for all the world like little bits of bleached bone where the lacquer has worn off...probably from the continual rubs and bumps that rubbed through the coating off in the first place. The owner would then proudly boot up his "computer" and talk of small, inconsequential things. Hed laugh deprecatingly as the computer whirred and clicked to a greyscale image comprised mostly of pixels. Pixels spaced so far apart that anyone watching actually KNEW they were getting SHOT by an electron GUN. Questions would roll endlessly around in their minds like some hideous mutation of a perpetual motion machine. "how did they figure out what hole to stick it it?" "How the hell can a fruit be a computer?" Yes...these people were still using Apples. All of them. The explorers were now intruders. How were they to keep their twisted lips, their lowered brows and squinted eyes from showing their disdain at this... 'Hippy' Desperately they would ask to see the rest of the house "no problem!" the owner would say in an all too loud voice, "I just want to show you something ive been working on!" A cold sweat popped out of their eyeballs as intensity rays shot from their mouths. They attempted social telepathy: "shut up hippy, show us your damn house and let us out of here" they thought over and over again screwing their eyes shut in concentration. The Apple User had already spun around, however, using his massively over-developed skull plating to shield their "logic" (as the bones typically jokingly called it as they reflected all original thought late at night. 'what are they gonna tell us next? Inhaling smoke routinely fucks you all up?' and then they would laugh and laugh all the while accidently chafing the cerebral cortex which was slowly but surely taking away their abaility to resist intense emotions, crying, and ice cream.) beams. They both flinched in terror at the ominous gong sound that emanated from the dusty 'machine'. They envisioned pre-historic cults of hominids through handfuls of poinsonous fungus into fires and dancing frantically as their hair covered cohorts dropped due to their "lack of will" Each generation became progessively more retarded ergo...the Apple User. Upon booting a slew of confused icons would pop up, with a freakish EEP noising startling both the user and the interlopers at every peep. Finally he would show them his "work" after navigating through endless coils of drop down menus. It was a letter. Written to an online community. These idiots had invented internet. "we call it 'unnnn yeahhhh, trannncceee BIZZZLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEE!' although we are looking into getting a new name" As their eyes read furiously over the 'post' skipping most paragraphs, but then catching an interesting reference and skipping quickly back to the just-skipped literature they began to tremble. "yeah..." the man drawled while popping open a beer, "Ill finish it in a hundred years or so.." the skeptical raising of eyebrows made the home owner laugh out loud. "HA HA! is this confusing for you? I can see grey hairs on your head how old are you good sir if you dont mind me asking" 'we are brothers, aged 40 and 43' his raucous laughter shocked them, and they got that tingly, empty feeling when the embarassment of a situation becomes nearly unbearable and you have no reaction to the insanity of the situation. "Sirs, you come here in your pods ejected from interstellar ships and you tell me that you STILL die of old age?!" he then slammed his head back, drained the bottle, and quickly opened another. "Im sure you have similar stories on your planet of 'oldest living (whatever you call yourselves) drinks 1 glass of wine a night!' well...we took that to the obvious next step: fucking sea turtles. Yes sir, I have one in my well right now. You see," the man leaned back and stretched while enjoying another brew," we Haploidians have learned to live without WOMEN or WORK or any of that shit. Copulate with a turtle every couple of weeks and you can drink what you want, eat what you want, and youll probably lived forever. We havent tested that one out yet because it hasnt been forever!" He paused here to choke on his beer as he was immensely amused by his own joke. |
probably not hehe. I think I was drunk due to the intense over use of quoted "words"
Want a deep conversation?
Lira, would you pls translate this?
http://iolivero.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-es-racismo.html
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| Originally posted by Lira Would you like to pick a topic? Or can we pick it? |
Re: Deep conversations
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| Originally posted by jdat |
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| Originally posted by Ivand Want a deep conversation? Lira, would you pls translate this? http://iolivero.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-es-racismo.html |
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| It's not racism... Today I started thinking about why racism exists specially towards blacks. Basically, wherever I go you can notice a certain hatred toward Haitians and the blacks in general, and it made me think whether this discrimination was justified or if this one of the wanderings [sic] of the human psique. Here are some facts: - The African continent and the Africans are the origins of humanity, being recognised worldwide as the region humanity comes from (The Australopithecus was found in South Africa) - Humans close to the Equador have darker skin colour. - The first civilisations out of Africa developed writing systems, learned iron working and created more complex societies. - All other human races created stable civilisations and technologic advances that influenced human history, such as the Chinese Empire, the Mayas, Incas, Greeks and Romans. - The first independent black country in the world was Haiti, in 1801, and it was the 2nd American country to declare independence, right after tha United States. After thinking for thinking a lot and doing some research, I concluded that: - Even though Africa is the place where humankind originated, it's been in the same situation for more than 2 thousand years, as an extremely rotten, disorganised and savage, even though it has enough opportunities to develop and ditch poverty (being the world's main producer of gold and diamonds in the world, among other things). We could also have Haiti as an example, being one of the oldest countries in the continent, equally rich in natural resources as its neighbouring country, the Dominican Republic, and it's been unable to develop, being virtually in the same situation for the last 150 years. - The problem of Africans is not the discrimination nor the opression by other races since it was never oppressed back when it was isolated from the others in Africa, since the problem is inside itself, its culture, in its closed way of being that makes it difficult to develop at the same pace of others, and makes them live in huts and hunting their own food as their ancestors did 2 thousand years ago. - Africa didn't develop even with the help of developed countries. Sure, there have been creat Black figures, but if we think from an objective viewpoint, none of the great inventions of the world were created by them. Thus, I'd like to declare that the racism is totally justified and that the mission of developed countries is to help those in need instead of discriminating agianst them, but I also believe that the fault is in not in the racists, but in the Blacks themselves for not having developed as the others. |
You wanna know what pisses me off?
Is these stupid charity drives to help Africa!!!!
That is NOT the solution to solving the problems over there.
Debt relief won't do jack either.
The key to getting Africa out of the hole is:
-Ending political corruption and misuse of money ( from international aide etc )
-Economic substainability by way of efforts to create local businesses ( I don't know if the micro-credit concept exists over there but that could also help plenty. )
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Too bad you can't buy a voodoo globe so that you could make the earth spin real fast and freak everybody out.
J what do you want to talk about?
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| Originally posted by Ang ' ela_ie J what do you want to talk about? |
I want to talk about infinity.
This post is finite, therefore I am, therefore jdat is too. How many finites does it take to change a light bulb and how many finites does it take to fill up one infinite? If one infinite ran into another infinite, would they be annoyed with each other for taking up too much space? Can Jdat shrink himself into the infinte & then pop out the other side into the 6th dimension??
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| Originally posted by Xenocreator_PG_ I want to talk about infinity. This post is finite, therefore I am, therefore jdat is too. How many finites does it take to change a light bulb and how many finites does it take to fill up one infinite? If one infinite ran into another infinite, would they be annoyed with each other for taking up too much space? Can Jdat shrink himself into the infinte & then pop out the other side into the 6th dimension?? |
how about gag reflex
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| Originally posted by take5 eh? |
Slavery! lol
Let's talk about Marianas Trench. You can't get any deeper than that! 
unless youre talking about anything under the trench you moron
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