I deleted my Facebook account altogether. It has brought me much peace.
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I deleted my Facebook account altogether. It has brought me much peace.
Well that's no fun, you guys.
Actually, that's a good idea, RET -- seems like a lot of the bullshit comes from a handful of sites. However, implementing that idea sounds like a lot of effort.
There really should be some way to filter stuff, but I suppose that would kill some of FB's profits.
You might have the right idea, Trojan Kid, but generally FB is good for me -- I can bullshit with friends who live across the country and world I haven't seen in a while, and gossip with family whom I might not see for a long time. With the exception of that crazy lady with the spaz posting, and another friend of the family who is also a spaz, it's pretty chilled out. Just like sitting around the cracker barrel.
Again, the irony is not lost on me -- I know I'm a major spaz here, but that's fine, imo.
It would be better to just do my own webpage, but why bother? Well, there are some professional reasons why it would be good to have an "online presence," but then again, there's always LinkedIn.
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How much money does FB make from garbage like "Candy Crush Saga" (blocked! that was an easy one to get rid of) and all of the "like" linked sites? I saw that movie about it, but it wasn't exactly a documentary. Pretty crappy movie, from what I remember, actually -- who cares about the social lives of some undergraduate nerds?
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Is anyone else very unsatisfied with Prince Albert lately? I'm not used to having to tamp my bowl every two seconds. This sucks.
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Well that's not likely to have an answer -- I don't think anyone else here smokes a pipe.
BUT, I was just thinking -- OK, "thinking" is probably no wait ""thinking"" -- holy shit the kid, my oldest nephew over Easter totally fell for the "do I see a coin behind your ears" gag. What the hell? He's not retarded, just has significant speech problems from all those times of being under general anesthesia for open-heart surgery. He's a smart kid, I'm pretty sure.
HOWEVER, his parents must have dropped the ball big-time to not show him some basic street-smarts.
AND, he was totally unimpressed by my awesome card flourishes.
No, I'm not a card handler -- but I did spend a lot of time as a kid practicing flourishes and playing a lot of cards with my grandma and family.
How could you possibly fall for that "Oh you have dirty ears!" trick? I mean, I did it well, unlike when his father tried the same thing at the dinner table and was roundly rejected.
Meh, experience, I guess.
See? This is why every family needs an awesome uncle.
eta: I did hear a funny story not long ago from his grandma -- they were playing some video game and she apparently made some mistake. He said "drive your car right, you mofo!" "Mofo"? (a) where did he hear that (b) why did my mother even know what that meant? etta still laughing. "Mofo"? really? that's what kids say nowadays? Jeez. I blame his father, that lazy engineer no-parenting mofo.
Well, the report was that he wasn't angry or anything, just saying what was in his head. To be fair, my mother wasn't pleased when I was about his age (6?) when I repeated something off the bathroom wall. What was it? something like "eat shit and die you bitch." I had no idea what I was saying, obviously.
Still, "mofo"???? That's not even common vernacular. Oh well, the world keeps going around.
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WHAT THE FUCK is the deal with people running their leaf-blowers and shit?
I'm pretty sure they relish being the major agents of noise-pollution -- it's a thing, you know. You've seen construction workers on the streets who kind of salvage their self-respect by being as loud as possible.
At least they're doing stuff, and have a good reason to be disgruntled.
These are just some fucking homeowners fetishistically doing some idiotic crap on the premiss that the values of their property will die if they don't. What kind of fucking retard is so entitled that they think their garbage on my (sonic) property is acceptable.
Sit down, shut up, and don't bother me.
That's the rules.
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So, I talked this afternoon with an old friend who wants to come out and visit. We're cool, old chess-buddies and stuff from grad school, so no worries about anything, but I'm not sure he really understands that, on a given week a month or two away, i might literally have no pocket change to go out on the town. He's going to rent a car, which is good to see the sights -- I know where to go. And he proclaims to enjoy walking in the woods -- also good, I know where to go. Of course he can crash at my place as long as he wants -- plenty of room, it's fine. And he really wants to go see the coast -- which is also good. My folks have a pretty sweet beach-house that I'm allowed to use. It's going to be a slight hassle making sure my parents or my sister aren't using the place, and also making sure we don't burn the place down in the meantime, but failing that, I know my way up and down the coast pretty good, so we can even just get a motel room and drink a bunch of beer and enjoy the local fauna.
Actually, you know what? I don't think this plan can fail! He buys the whiskey (yes, we talked about it -- I agreed, that's fine, I give a place to stay and he provides the booze...seems fair to me, I guess. Well, it was his idea anyway, so who am I to turn it down), and we just tear it up along the Oregon coast, looking for adventure.
So, Dr. friend and me are apparently looking forward to an extremely degenerate week sometime in June.
Thank me later for telling you about it now.
Actually, this sounds like a terrible idea -- I'm not a young man anymore.
So, yeah, my question is: is this awesome, or sort of stupid?
Wow. It's happening again -- this idiot is giving some guy the "grand tour" of her stupid garden. you think I give a shit, lady? What is her problem, making a bunch of noise and doing stupid gardening shit near me, then somehow passive-agressively expect me to know their plans, at the same moment I came outside to sit down.
I'm hoping she got the message that (a) I'm pissed off and (b) I'm going to sit wherever the fuck I want and (c) if you want some neighborly satisfaction, you have to sack up and ask for it.
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Do I hate children? The noises they make when they're gathered together in a band provoke an extremely violent response in me.
No, I like kids in small groups -- they make me laugh. But this gang-mentality is unacceptable to me.
And there's nothing I can do about it, really. The teachers or leaders or whatever certainly get quite a bit of insults when I see them, to no great effect. This isn't like the mass-migration of a flock of pelicans where you can use a waterhose on them. It's like a band of endangered pygmies and you aren't allowed to use a shotgun for environmental reasons.
They're a bunch of savages, raised by savages, with no sense of decorum. I wish they were all dead.
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Answer: yes, I hate children and their parents. Yet again I come outside to sit down.
Fucking little bastards are having some kind of baseball game. Turn it down a notch, you stupid little punks. You can go through life without screaming en masse at the top of your lungs.
I really would think it would be hilarious if a cropduster crashed into the bleachers.
What the fuck is their problem?
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WHY would an adult person, namely Melanie Lynskey insist on referring to her "boyfriend"?
Obviously, I'm not in her circle of friends, so there's going to be absolutely no contact between her and me.
But, do adult people actually have "girlfriends" and "boyfriends"?
What, are they going "steady" after the "big dance"?
Who comes up with this linguistic bullshit? It's absurd.
FWIW I don't call my women my "girlfriends" -- because I'm not a stupid jackass. They're either with me or not.
"Boyfriend"? "Girlfriend"?
This is this most ridiculous language I've ever heard.
Problem is, there's no really good, standard term for adults to use about those relationships. I found it awkward before my wife and I got married, especially since we're both lawyers, and saying "My partner" would be confusing.
I don't know, I've heard artsy types use the term 'partner' -- I think in many cases they're trying to be in solidarity with their non-hetero friends. I thought it was pretty standard to differentiate between "business partner" and the other kind.
still, I can't stand the term "girlfriend"/"boyfriend." Gee, Mary Sue, let's go get a malted at the soda shop, and go to the sock hop. I prefer "my woman" or just "my friend."
Apparently, tinea versicolor is not only extremely common and benign, but a side-effect may indeed include excessive sweating.
You learn something new every day.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Well maybe YOU don't, but I do, you hump. Assuming that was irony.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
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This is advertised as an "adult community," not an "autistic child community."
These kids should be gassed.
No kids at the pool, at all, ever.
I was sincere as the Pope, my friend.Quote:
Originally posted by JizzelbinWell maybe YOU don't, but I do, you hump. Assuming that was irony.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Jizz finally found a friend. Aww.
I don't "find" friends. I take them.
Well, the Pope IS pretty sincere -- regardless of personal affiliation, I think most people would agree the Pope is pretty sincere. He may be wrong, even criminally wrong, but probably sincere. It's like a statistical physico-dynamics thing, like the atomic behavior of gasses -- probably is.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. TewesdayI was sincere as the Pope, my friend.Quote:
Originally posted by JizzelbinWell maybe YOU don't, but I do, you hump. Assuming that was irony.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Indeed, that is an interesting fact -- well, given I read it on the Mayo Clinic or one of those sites, it might have some evidence behind it.
I found it fascinating -- and, in the interests of parsimony, it goes a long way to explaining my recent excessive sweating.
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SO. Dr Friend has booked his travel plans and apparently we're going to tear it up along the OR coast. Talked with my folks, who own the beach house, and it seems OK, so long as I give some dates. Probably rent a boat and go crabbing, and maybe make a road trip to Missoula. Certainly up and down the Oregon Coast, but that's no big deal.
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WTF with the warmer weather out here and every single "street person" comes out of the woodwork. Opposite of mellow.
We're going to get in a lot of trouble -- keep in mind, this is Dr. Friend so he is outwardly respectable, but this is going to be a degenerate two weeks. He's also a prig, like "Oh, the water is too soft!" So I'm going to have to get drunk IRL and beat his ass.
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I got it figured out. This chooch is trying to establish his dominance over me by dictating the exact dates. I'm going to drop him off in the middle of nowhere and challenge him to find his way back to his shitty little rental car.
False equivalence -- he is my friend, even though he is a shitty chess player
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So, I see that was missing a question.
What exactly does he want, except to see the ocean? I've told him repeatedly that I am perpetually broke, don't know any good restaurants, and all I do is drink whiskey and read.
And I was only offered four days at the beach-house -- he's going to be here almost two weeks!
So, what? Just sit around, drink, and play chess? Maybe go for the occasional walk in the wilderness nearby?
I've been psyching myself up by thinking this is going to be like *Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas* -- you know, a wild series of roadtrips taken by a couple of aging degenerates. But, he's going to have to pay for pretty much everything, and I don't like that -- I'm happy with my frugal existence, which works very well for me, and I don't want (a) to ask and (b) to listen to him bitching all the time about it.
What the fuck is going on? I have a bad feeling in my gut, and it's very distracting at a time when I have a lot of shit to take care of.
eta he's probably a better chess player than me -- but that's not saying much.
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Whatever happened to Brandon Hardesty, the guy who did all those amazing impersonations for Youtube/self-promotion, and then..........nothing? That guy was a genius.
He saw your ugly mug and ran for the hills.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
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Also, are box-elder/maple-seed bugs diurnal? They are extremely annoying.
Also, what's the most annoying insect in Australia, spitzer? And don't give me that strine shit -- plain English, if you please.
Oh, you're going to be hurting, Trojan Spaz.Quote:
Originally posted by Trojan ManQuote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
He saw your ugly mug and ran for the hills.
eta Answer my questions -- you're a well-travelled man about town. Why do you hate intellectual discourse?
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Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Scotch greys. I've already told you that. See why I don't hold my breath waiting for intellectual discourse with certain people? :)
Oh, here comes the pain. Wait for the glove....
They aren't scotch greys! They're innocuous little bugs that make a lot of noise and congregate on exterior walls for some reason.....
Oh fuck, if you're not going to take me seriously, I'll just.....I'll just die of the rejection.
God speed, buttmonkey!
You know, when you talk that way to me and about me.....
IT MAKES ME WANT TO PRETEND I FORGOT MY LUBE
What exactly is your deal lately, anyway? You seem all angry and shit.
I speak French to the French, German to the German... Why would you think I'm angry, you gagging ninny?
I don't know, you're just spitzing out.
Chill, man!
~woody harrelson.
Was that Woody Harrelson? I thought it was Alexander Koyre.
Answer the questions, prole! Anyway, it was actually your mom.
Do you have a link to one of Alexandre's posts? I would find it very instructive.Quote:
Originally posted by Trojan Man
There's a few over at GiraffeBo... oh you prolly can't access them any more. Y'know, after the ban...
So, give me a link.
"Access them"? There is no such thing as an IP ban -- just doesn't exist anymore. I can access whatever I want.
Just give me a link to one post.
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Originally posted by Alexander Koyre
That is not a link, dumbass. It may well be true, but it's not a link.
Would you just answer some of my questions? Obviously, I like wanton insults as much as anybody, but I really do value opinions on non-insult matters.
Nice to see your mum let you back onto the internet.
Which questions do you seek the answer to?
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So, these are kind of weird.
(I) Have people commented on the odd structure of the human vag in print? (don't start about the illiterati's persistence of distinguishing between the vulva, the vag, and everything else -- that's just dumb).
I think it was in Predator 2 when Danny Glover called Predator "pussy face."
You know, as good as I am at digital manipulation and as much as I relish strapping on the feed bag (not in principle -- but if I like somebody, you know), you've got to admit the structure is kind of odd.
(II) WHY, exactly, do men seem to like to see and otherwise observe women getting off? I mean, I can't think of anything more arousing, but I think it's pretty odd. IRL, I don't know, call me a bastard, but I honestly don't give a shit -- I want to get myself off. They can do whatever.
And, no, I'm not some jock from high school who doesn't know what it is for a woman to enjoy -- truly, enjoy -- one's company. I know all about it. It's just....a weird fixation that pornos seem to have, and I'd like to understand.
So, apparently I watch too much porn, but I think these are legitimate questions -- didn't really occur to me before.
Weird stuff, man.
I don't know. The fucking meaning of life. Who cares?Quote:
Originally posted by Trojan Man
Just answer the fucking questions, and don't be such a sass-mouth. Or I'll turn your ballsack into a purse, you bloody pom.
You wouldn't know how to, Edward Jizzlehands.
Sass-mouth!
Shitcock.
Niggersnatch.
See? I'm allowed to say that and you limey cocksuckers are not.
Well, not really.
But you must admit, it has a beat and you can dance to it.