My sculpture of Geralt is sitting next to a pepsi can a cheque book and my primary school recorder (which I use to sound out and play videogame music).
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Its my understanding that as soon as you handle a fish, you remove its protective slime coating rendering it vulnerable to disease and essentially killing it. So i think this scenario is - murder for food or fun?SuperMse said:
Fun fact: I am often wrong!
There was a period in my life when I wasn't sure what fear really was. I don't mean I didn't fear anything at all, but rather that I was unable to distinguish between genuine terror and mild dislike. As a result, my "fears" as a child consisted of things like minnows, pepperoni, itchiness and ranch dressing. After realizing exactly what fear later in life, it became abundantly clear to me that I had conquered my fears, and promptly jumped directly into a school of swimming minnows, who scattered satisfyingly outwards. I am glad to say that I no longer fear ranch dressing, for I ate it on some cucumber earlier tonight, and while I would rather not have pepperoni on my pizza, I will not cast it aside in dismay if it is present.
I think what you mean is that complete justice doesn't exist, not that justice doesn't exist. Some notion of justice has to exist, otherwise you wouldn't realize what was unjust. It's kind of like how Goodness can only exist if there is Evil/badness to differentiate from.spartan231490 said:
A great deal of the problems I have in life stem from my moderate case of Munchausen's (or is it just Munchausen?) Syndrome, of which I was unaware until I was roughly 14. But before that, I didn't even know of the existence of it. I had no idea why I did what I was doing (namely, lying to people on the internet about various health/personal issues, and lying to people irl about the same), nor that it was a real problem, until I realized everyone I knew disliked talking to me, even the ones who genuinely liked me for who I was, who had to look past it. I didn't know the reason I did this, nor did I know how to stop. Once I figured it out (thanks to Stuff You Should Know, an amazing podcast, that you should definitely check out), I slowly realized how to stop, and have lived a marginally better life since, but the scars never truly fade, I guess.
What I'm really trying to say is, Munchausen awareness is something that should totally happen. Since 6th grade I've been in those classes where they teach you about Bipolar, Schizophrenia, Depression, and the like, but never once have I heard of Munchausen. I feel that should change.
Anyway, I guess I'm fairly unique in having this particular problem with the public education system.
What I'm really trying to say is, Munchausen awareness is something that should totally happen. Since 6th grade I've been in those classes where they teach you about Bipolar, Schizophrenia, Depression, and the like, but never once have I heard of Munchausen. I feel that should change.
Anyway, I guess I'm fairly unique in having this particular problem with the public education system.
silversnake4133 said:You can never go wrong with a couple of ponies.
While that is true, it isn't original. Let's try again.
The most fantastic element of the show is not that ponies can talk or that dragons exist; it is the illusion that an egalitarian society can be maintained among groups with massive biologically inherent gaps in ability and economic utility.
Totally copy-pasted [http://www.overthinkingit.com/2011/02/24/my-little-pony-political-economy/] but it isn't funny or witty and probably has never been said before on these forums so I'm going with that!
All right. Let's say that God exists. Nothing original there, right? Right. He still created the Earth, through whatever means you care to believe in. He still listens to us and guides us in our lives. Everything is the same.
Except there's no afterlife. That part's a lie, invented by God to give us a reason to die willingly, to make things more interesting. When we die, our souls are not saved, we don't keep on living, we just cease to exist.
Now, what does that make God into? He's the guy who put us here, who gave us everything, all of time and space. And he lied to us to keep us happy. Would anyone worship him for that? Would anyone choose to devote their lives to someone who already gave everything they were ever going to give?
I would. But that's just me.
Except there's no afterlife. That part's a lie, invented by God to give us a reason to die willingly, to make things more interesting. When we die, our souls are not saved, we don't keep on living, we just cease to exist.
Now, what does that make God into? He's the guy who put us here, who gave us everything, all of time and space. And he lied to us to keep us happy. Would anyone worship him for that? Would anyone choose to devote their lives to someone who already gave everything they were ever going to give?
I would. But that's just me.
Did you know you can near-instantly paralyze someone if you count down four vertebrae from where the scapula connects to the spinal cord, and punch them hard enough in between that third and fourth vertebrae? Because that's where some major nerves are located, also if you hit someone hard enough right in the center of the little dip that your nose makes in between your eyes it'll kill them instantly? It's the same concept as hitting someone in the temple.
I'll just link to a video, as it's all I can think of right now [http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8001702516770423396&hl=en#docid=1360430694075230422]
Aha but I am still original, you're just the rip-off which is the ultimate sign of originality, having a rip-off.zehydra said:
love is not the same that a crush for someone a crush is believing that person is perfect in every way, love is seeing the flaws in the woman(or guy) you are with and stick with her(or him)for the rest of your miserable life
god im such a poet(complete sarcarms)and pardon the english
god im such a poet(complete sarcarms)and pardon the english
With several keys missing from his keyboard, he found he was... Disconnected from the world, more alone than he usually was. This both frightened and excited him, this strangely liberating inability to fully communicate with his fellow man in the digital medium. He even found it to be a challenge of sorts, as he found words and synonyms that avoided the letters he couldn't touch.
Some time in the future, he would have a new keyboard, one that functioned fully, entirely. For now, however, he remained a man apart. He was...
The man who had to Copypasta 'p'.
It's at least somewhat original.
Some time in the future, he would have a new keyboard, one that functioned fully, entirely. For now, however, he remained a man apart. He was...
The man who had to Copypasta 'p'.
It's at least somewhat original.
If it starts it must end. True, no? Everything starts at some point and ends afterwards. It can take a fraction of a nanosecond, or it can take 400 quadrillion millennia but if it starts it ends. But what of space and time? Where does space start? When did time begin? I believe space doesn't end, and time doesn't end because they don't/didn't start. Weird, I know, but that's my theory on existence and I think I'm the only one who believes it. Feel free to contradict me though.
