There are threads on 4chan/the Internet in general which claim that the Colorado movie theater shooter is some sort of "false flag operation." Hold on, to put it in the proper conspiracy nut format, allow me to put that in all-caps: FALSE FLAG OPERATION.
You've got to be shitting me. It was just some crazy guy. Why not apply insane conspiracy theories to everything every crazy person does? What could that woman with fourteen cats be up to? DEVELOPING WEAPONIZED TOXOPLASMOSIS FOR THE ZIONIST PLOT AGAINST CHRISTIAN AMERICA. Guy yelling at cars all day? CIA OPERATIVE DISTRACTING YOU FROM FLOURIDATED WATER/UFOS.
Seriously, what the fuck.
My least favorite bureaucracies:
5. BoE
4. IRS
3. DMV
2. Comcast
Your daily reminder that Ayn Rand collected social security.
>>292
I'm preparing to talk to a girl this fall. I just learned her name last semester, and now I need to ready my body so I can successfully attract her as a mate. Its going to be hard, but I can do it. I KNOW I CAN.
>>295
I've had a crush on her for 2 years now. I needed to do it.
Plus she looks like my waifu.
>>297
I don't know, but they're pretty slim. Too bad I already set myself up for failure by waiting 2 years to say something to her.
The worst part is I'm not even sure if the girl I talked to was her, since there was a year between that day and the last time I was 100% sure I saw her ;_;
>>298
Ah, well good luck!
In other news, It's 11 in the morning and I'm getting drunk out of boredom.
>>300
Are you TheShadowFog? If not, who are you in #world2ch and why is your site in the topic?
>>300
Oops Meant: http://chilledchan.tk/s/kareha.pl/1343772631/l50
>>301
>Are you TheShadowFog?
Yes.
>why is your site in the topic?
chilledchan is not my site...
>>302
Now it is.
I'm 18
I'm 81
I woke up real fucking early again so I baked some oatmeal & chocolate cookies to pass some time.
Went for a walk, and found this: http://cerealexperiments.com/files/image/DSC00553.png
No idea why I took it - guess it just looked neet. Everyone kept looking at me as I carried it back home.
This is still all really horrible.
BOUGHT SOME CIGARETTES AND DXM AT THE STORE (fINALLY fOUND mY id cARD) With the power of drugs I can be cool all by myself! Finished reading Winesburg, Ohio. A bit confused about my friend with multiple personalities. For my birthday, some people online made me a flash animation, drew me art, bought me games, and gave me a JSTOR username and password. Yesterday I bought some cool boo- On a more serious note: Klang, >>308 is the administrator and co-founder of the infamous "Cereal Experiments Grain Gang," a well-known ``hacktivist" group. Some of their better known attacks include a malicious DDOS attack on Archduke's website (that FAGGOT), the posting of child abuse images to the Secret Area of VIP Posters, being responsible for a constant, automated flood of shitty posts and shitty threads on /dqn/ (You didn't think Espeon was a "real person," did you?!), malicious alteration of maps ("China" => "Vachina," "Canada" => "Canadamn it, " among others), as well as hiding my wallet. I have no solid evidence for this, but I also am under the belief that >>308 hid my wallet and is responsible for raising my blood glucose to 240 mg/dL this morning. However, while that last accusation is purely conjecture, it is important to know that diabetics must maintain healthy, stable blood sugars. Do you care about my health? My legs could be amputated in the future!!!!!!!!! I could go blind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was HIM who led TheShadowFag to world2ch, it was HIM who invited SFBE to lounge, and HE IS the NSJ.
Now, I'm not
I RREALLY NEED TO FIDN IT! THERES $8- IN THEREEEEEEEEEEEEEE
im da bes
o m g my naem is cindy and i ablossutley looooov ANIME. lets me tell u guise of my fav ANIME called rucky stah (thats lucky star for u baka gaijins)
this is an very masterpiec of ANIME where konnate and her friends talk EVERYDAY and konatta as BLUE hair like me (tho i haev to die it) and shes friend with kamagin, shes a tsundeer (that means she says she don't love u but really she dose)
somedays i like to wirte fanfiction with kounata and kanganim about they are being in love and make out (so embarasssing o_o_) and konato licks kakamins pussy because theyre lesbians and thats what lebsians do( my mum is lesbo so i noe)
Dear whatever-the-fuck-tokiko-is-calling-himself-now-and-btw-I-call-him-this-because-it's-the-best-sounding-name-so-far:
Let's count the many things wrong with you in your favor. You live in a fantasy world. You can spew out non sequitur lists of things that are moderately amusing. Sometimes you have no filter on that mouth of yours and just shout out whatever you're feeling at the moment and while not a commendable character trait otherwise, this lends itself nicely to brainstorming with similar people. You're young, so you probably have the energy to do this for long hours and low pay.
Why aren't you a television writer, Tokiko?
And just in case you thought that was career advice or even mild appreciation for your talents, let me add: it's clear from your posts that you're also good at sucking cock and so I think you'll do well in Hollywood one way or the other. Move there now. Don't save any money. Don't plan. Make sure you have no job waiting for you. Make sure you find a really cheap craigslist furnished room with no Internet provided. That's important because the Internet is distracting you from your true potential. In other words, please stop posting.
GuyInABox, TheShadowFog and Tokiko all confirmed for faggots.
Dear Tokiko,
I have a confession to make.
I pretend like I hate you, but I'm secretly madly in love with you. It's quite obvious, too; I mean, why else would I write up paragraphs of :iceburn: after :iceburn:? But the bad news is that I'm autistic. That means that I'm bad at dealing with my emotions and I can only show my affection for you in this strange, convoluted way.
Now, that post of mine that I made back in >>315 may seem harsh, in retrospect -- but you're a smart guy, I know you'll be able to interpret my writing in the correct way. This is because I know you quite well and we've spoken quite often. I just posted that last message anonymously because, again, I'm autistic. You haven't replied to my post yet, so I'm worrying now that you read my post and got offended. Let me spell it out CLEARLY to you (you could call this a deconstruction of my post, perhaps?) how I meant for my message to get across to you:
> Let's count the many things wrong with you in your favor.
You're a very wonderful person, but I notice that you can be quite self-deprecating at times. But I love you so much! Even though you see some "bad" things about yourself, they're not all bad. You're an altogether very beautiful, very wonderful person. I hope my words can convince you of this, even if only a little... Being that I'm shy and that I want to make you laugh a bit, I'll hide my intentions of this post behind levels of humor and meta-irony. You're "FYAD" and "postmodern," right? This should be a cinch for you to understand!
> You live in a fantasy world.
I meant by this that you can see the world as it should be, as it could be, and how it is. This kind of insight is very hard to find in our contemporary society. Some might call you "crazy" or "mentally ill" for some of your beliefs; but in my eyes, that's one of your strongest features! I'm also very distanced from reality, so I find you intriguing and, most importantly, your thoughts fantastic, in the best sense of the word.
> You can spew out non sequitur lists of things that are moderately amusing.
You have a very cutting-edge sense of humor. This is another thing I like about you. Unlike most people online, you're very intelligent, very witty, and creative -- and your methods of delivery, while sometimes unorthodox, still let your humor shine through. I've actually "LOL'd" at some of your posts on /jp/. Consider this a high honor; as an old, bitter, depressed person who spends all day on the Internet, I've grown dull to reality and other people have come to bore me. See the point prior: I, myself, live in a fantasy world... I feel we're both isolated from mankind, which is another reason why I hope we can become closer to each other.
> Sometimes you have no filter on that mouth of yours [...]
Unlike most people online, you're not afraid to let your voice be heard! After you spend a lot of time here, you grow cynical to how many people obscure or hide their true thoughts in an attempt to "fit in" with others. But you? You're a rebel, as much as there can be one. This is just another beautiful trait of yours that sets you apart from the crowd.
> [...] while not a commendable character trait otherwise, this lends itself nicely to brainstorming with similar people.
And now I just want to repeat what I said before, to really "drive my point home," so to speak. There are some things you don't like about yourself, and we both know what they are. But you need to realize that even if society doesn't approve of who you are, I still find you a very wonderful person still! Don't give up in life like I have. Don't become a loser who spends all day at home posting on BBSes or stalking posters on them like me. You can make it in life where I haven't. Don't give up hope. M-maybe we can even brainstorm together... I'm too shy to tell you this, face-to-face, but if you were to offer... Anyway, I appreciate who you are. You'll make it places, so don't despair.
> You're young, so you probably have the energy to do this for long hours and low pay.
You're young, and I'm old. I'm too worn-out and tired to do anything. I mention a "low paying" job as if in a disparaging sense. But I don't have a job at all. I wish I could make a living doing the things I enjoyed doing. But I'm just left here to rot away in my shitty body in my shitty room. You're a larger-than-life figure in my life, Tokiko. I almost never grow an emotional bond to anyone, so the people I do grow close to (whether delusionally so or not!) become all the more important. Be the person who I couldn't be! You have a shot in life.
> Why aren't you a television writer, Tokiko?
I once tried to be a television writer, you know. Can you guess how well it turned out for me? Oh well.
> And just in case you thought that was career advice or even mild appreciation for your talents [...]
I-it's not like I love you or anything, b-baka!! I hope you can write off my feelings as a joke.. I can't let these things remain unsaid, but I can't say them to you sincerely. But part of me... deep down, part of me knows you'll understand what I'm trying to say, at least a little... that's why I'm writing you this message, after all!
> it's clear from your posts that you're also good at sucking cock [...]
I can't say anything to people in a straightforward sense. Even if I'm talking to a person I love most dearly, I still have to hide my feelings behind a thick layer of satire. And honestly, although this is a strength of yours, it makes me feel uncomfortable seeing you do so easily the one thing I have such a hard, hard time with! Don't take this as a personal attack. I call anyone I see that's kind or friendly with others online a cocksucker. When it comes to you, it may even be a term of endearment... I'd love it so, so much if I could suck your cock, Tokiko. So again, I feel the need to project myself onto you and use your bright future for wish fulfillment fantasies. I want to suck cock, but I can't! I'm a very weak and a very lonely person. But my character of you in my mind, who triumphs where I could not -- why not make him the type to suck a few dicks, too?
> [...] I think you'll do well in Hollywood one way or the other.
Maybe you could be a television writer. Maybe you could suck cocks. Maybe you could get involved in a great nightlife. Oh, and by the way... I may happen to live in Hollywood. Has that thought ever crossed your mind? Please, please, please come visit me! I could never get Shii to do anything with me. But he's old, and you're young -- and you're able to accomplish things! If anyone online could come to my place and make my life wonderful, it'd be you... and hey, I might even suck your cock, dude. It's worth a shot...
> Move there now. Don't save any money. Don't plan.
I've thought about living life like you. Being outward, being honest. Setting goals and striving to achieve them. But my problem is that my self-doubt always get in the way, so I end up making excuses. "Well, I better make some money if I'm to go on a trip," I've said on quite a few occasions. "It's important to make plans before I do anything other than lurking BBSes in my basement. But where do I begin?" My fears cripple me. I need you to accomplish... take Hollywood as a metaphor. You need to take risks if you want to do anything in life, simply put, whether you're moving to Hollywood to succeed in a job where I could not, going to university and studying your dream rather than something safe and boring (rather than economics or computer science, maybe?) or even flying to an internet person's house to suck his cock. The metaphor works on many levels, but my main point is to succeed where I couldn't! You're so young. You have a bright future awaiting you, my friend.
> Make sure you find a really cheap craigslist furnished room with no Internet provided.
You like references to Internet sites, right? Haha, there's a lot of jokes about people meeting up on Craigslist for sex! I know you're smiling right now. But... you know, I've wished I could meet guys on Craigslist before, mock me all you like. More wish fulfillment here, on a broader scale. And in a narrower sense, I feel it's important to let you know that I'm currently renting out a room in my house. Well, it's not exactly that. The truth's more like "I'd let you share my mom's basement with me," but let's not get caught up in the details here! I'm too shy to make such straightforward offers, so I have to hide my true intentions. But I'm so lonely, and you're a smart boy. Please... I hope you can understand what I'm trying to say!
> That's important because the Internet is distracting you from your true potential.
I've said this before. I keep saying it. But don't end up a loser like me who spends all his time online. Your full potential of living in my basement with me could be easily accomplished! Ignore the rest; I just need an excuse to say this stuff. I was lucky with that Craigslist joke because I can get so much said out of it.
> In other words, please stop posting.
In other words, I'm a pathetic no-lifer. I was once a lot like you, but I failed in life. Don't fail like I have. You can already do so much more than me... I love you so, so much, Tokiko. You're a beautiful guy, you're funny, you're outgoing, and you're honest. By the way: I heard you just turned 18, so we can legally fuck now, right? Might as well try buttering you up some. You might actually come down and knock on my doorstep asking about an apartment! I'm so nervous. I hope I was funny enough and I really hope you can understand the point I was getting at. Oh, Tokiko... if only you could feel the same way for me...
BTW: It's a complete coincidence that I'm "attacking" you after you "attacked" ticks. I am NOT ticks. Don't you think that at all. And that ticks guy, he's probably over you, anyway! Hahaha! No, I'm Anonymous. And if you're thinking about asking me who I am, you should very well know that I couldn't ever share any of my true thoughts about you with a name or tripcode, even when hidden under layers of irony. Otherwise I would have! But now that the name's came up, and you're thinking about the name "ticks," why don't you message him on SynIRC or something? Gotta make it clear though, just for everyone else out there: I'm not Tokiko's ex-girlfriend who enjoys posting on the same message boards as he does (not because HE posts on them! uh, tokiko's ex is TOTALLY over him!) and ticks has nothing to do with these messages. ticks also isn't, for the record, someone who's old with no future. Get the name ticks out of your mind. I didn't even reply to your post which was replying to ticks's, so there's no reason at all for you to link me with him in your mind. I didn't mention ticks at all in my post, I didn't put the name ticks in the name field when I posted. ticks has NOTHING to do with this at all. Don't try to work him into this somehow. Ahaha... please believe me on this point. The total complete absence of ticks in relation to the rest of the post isn't an excuse for you to insert me into it, idiot! Don't be paranoid or delusional about it. I'm just an Anon. Nothing more. No one else.
oy fuck off mate
I have no idea what any of this means. Probably some world4ch joke.
Well done, bravo!
tokiko is actually pretty smart
I think "black comedy" is awful. Where do they get off writing that crap, and turning it into TV and film? It's not funny at all! Do you just have to be black to relate?
>>328
Nah, that kind of comedy is great. I mean contemporary African American film and television productions. Will Smith being the only exception.
Got really drunk and played a bunch of Counter-Strike last night. Passed out, woke up a bit hungover. Pretty fun night.
Later on, in the evening, my sister wanted to take me out for a drive. She was kind of creeping me out because she kept squeezing my shoulder and rubbing my back and smiling at me. We stopped by a little store and she bought me a bunch of sweets (my father doesn't let me buy them for whatever reason) and told me she wanted to see me more. I hope she's not a brocon because people who fall in love with their family members are really mentally fucked up. One of my friends online was just telling me about how he knew a Japanese fujoshi who was fucking her brother, so I know it's a thing which happens... Really, really disturbing.
On the way back from our drive, she asked me if I wanted to smoke weed with her. I told her "maybe" to be polite. She thinks I've never used drugs or drank before, it's kind of adorable... Maybe I was reading too much into the stuff earlier, but I've lost a lot of respect for her after finding out that she's a stoner. But she has a nose ring and frequently has girlfriends spend the night... they sometimes make lewd noises... ick.
It's obvious she wants to get you high and screw. What are you waiting for?
Dear blog tonight I got really goddamn drunk. Holy fuck I am drunk. I need something at the store but I don't think I can successfully accomplish such a quest.
>>333
In the end, my trek to the store was NOT a success. The effort was made, but I walked the wrong way down the street and after 10 minutes realized this and returned home.
Slept a lot, went and bought some clothing, then got Subway with my dad. I bought his meal and he was so glad that he paid for all my clothing.
Slept a lot. Got a drawing from my friend and talked about things
Writing a book is difficult work... On the other hand, I think there's enough cult demand for books about Internet culture that writing one would be worth the effort. The main problem with this idea is that I'm not a good writer. I am however not above stealing... So instead of going to writing anything, I'll mostly just search+replace moot's name into a biography of Winston Churchill. I will cleverly edit so that no one can tell I plagiarized it and reap the endless bounty that comes with being #500,006 in Amazon's Best Sellers rankings...
>moot passed an unhappy and sadly neglected childhood redeemed only by the affection of Mrs Everest, his devoted nurse. He once remarked that they barely spoke to one another. moot, with the conviction that he too would die young, decided he should be quick about making his mark on the world. He applied himself to running 4chan because the grade requirement was lower and did not require him to learn mathematics. He believed that he needed at least a further 500 (equivalent to 25,000 in 2012 terms) to support a server equal to that of other web sites. His mother provided an allowance of 400 per year, but this was repeatedly overspent.
>moot rejected his preferred method of sterilisation of bronies in favour of their confinement in institutions.
I haven't checked exhentai in quite some time now. I haven't masturbated in a while too, and I fear I won't be able to these next few days.
Son are you deleting my posts - 'cause that's not cool.
I really wuz hi as fuk.
Oh, stale cookies. Gross! Disgusting! How putrid!
>>338
Dammit 0037 don't you dare getting more money off a book than me.
Sister cut my hair for me today.
Purchased 3oz Delsym at the store along with a notepad and pens after I found my ID card. Asked the woman why you needed an ID card to buy it and she told me that it has "harmful chemicals" in it. Box felt a little light, so about five minutes after I left I peeked inside... and then I went and returned the box because someone had stolen the bottle before me. Took home new Delsym.
Total cost: $14 for 533 mg, 10 pens, and a notepad.
Drank approx. 5 hours ago. Took an hour and a half to kick in. Felt like I was flying and skipping through time a few times. Generally very good. Not much euphoria, but I enjoyed the feeling of the world blurring around me. It made me feel like I was very "clear," as weird a term that is. It felt very much like a 2nd plateau trip so "half as strong, twice as long" is definitely correct. I'm not sleepy at all (even though I've been up for 17 hours after staying up for 28 hours the day before!) but I'm going to try to force myself asleep. Forgot DXM was a stimulant...
And I'm sober now.
Had a lot of really great thoughts and feelings. I'll have to try it again in a few months.
Saw an online friend today in Seattle. We had a lot of fun together. I feel like we really got along well.
I stopped drinking coffee yesterday. As a result, I had some terrible headaches.
``get"
French people can be really rude.
Today I burned my suicide notes.
I also went to the psychologist's .
I'm going clothes shopping!
Is there such a thing as hysterical color blindness?
Today I crossed paths with a Chinese dude. He started looking at me, and then I stared back at him intensively and he whimpered like the nerd he was. I feel so alpha now. I also did the same with a girl sitting on a scooter.
I bet her pussy got so wet from being stared at by such a manly Latino man. I bet the Chinese dude was too.
Today, this morbidly obese Mexican stared at me. He struggled to breathe the whole time and it looked he was dying. I felt so sorry for him I nearly teared up but I knew there was nothing I could do. He's just not blessed with my superior Asian genes.
Last I saw him he was leering at some little girl on a razor scooter. That kind of killed any sympathy I had for him.
Today I bought some neat clothing, chatted on IRC, and talked to a friend. Read Descartes and thought about things
I finally got around to updating SubBuddy. Now it finally works with Mono and doesn't crash every time Youtube fucks something up.
/world2ch/ - blogging general
Made plans to see a girl Sunday. Finished reading Being and Time, began reading Gravity's Rainbow. Got permanently banned from 4chan -- again. Got drunk, going to get drunk again. This is the Good Life
>Gravity's Rainbow
Tell me how that is when you're done. I've had it on my bookshelf for years and have never felt the desire to read it, despite all the praise.
Today I woke up, lurked an imageboard, posted on the same imageboard, listened to music, watched a movie, posted on a forum, came up with a new handle to use while registering my new IRC channel for an imageboard and now I'm listening to Ron Paul's speech while I type this post, when I finish typing I'm going to put my right hand on my mouse, use it to move the cursor to the "Reply" button, and click down on it.
I spent the day with someone today, and did a bunch of shopping. One thing I bought are some old Penguin books from the 1940s and noticed the text on the spine runs bottom to top, contrary to what just about every book has today. I wonder why they printed them like that back then? It's kind of awkward (or something). Now I'm eating Aspirin.
I didn't attend school, took a nap, ate a bacon & mayo sandwich and am now chatting on IRC.
I may download a Windows ISO so I can bridge my network connection with a VirtualBox on Linux allowing me to update my packages so I can fix my wireless adapter, then I'll proceed to rice that, and quite possibly fap to a whole skew of odd pornography.
The endless outrage of THE OFFENDED knows no bounds. No single pleasure if off-limits:
http://shine.yahoo.com/fashion/urban-outfitter-8217-t-shirts-glorify-drinking-just-183000893.html
How dare it be suggested that college students enjoy drinking? No one should enjoy anything! Nothing at all! College students should live as we do: sitting in silence in our homes on chairs that are suitable, but never comfortable, and read only approved versions of the bible. If they wish to socialize, it shall be done standing and talking quietly in a beige room while drinking only water from biodegradable cups (but never too much water! OR TOO LITTLE!).
There is no rest until all joy is sucked out of this world. Wait, is sucked a bad word? Am I going to jail?
Saw my friend Sunday... it was very weird. She asked me to meet her on Saturday at 11:00, then pushed it back to Sunday at 11:00, then to Sunday at 18:00. She also canceled several times, but made it seem like something she was looking to nonetheless. When she showed up at 18:30 in a place we made arrangements for, her mother and younger sister were with her.
Mother and younger sister say hi to me and shake my hand, then the three talk among themselves. Backs turned to me. The girl's mom leaves for a bit, so my friend and her sister whisper between each other. Mom came back and we go out to eat. Same deal. Couldn't talk and wasn't asked anything. I felt very out of the loop, very isolated. It was odd because the first time I saw her (both of us alone), things went well enough between us. I figured that if we could ditch her family, we may be able to actually talk... I mean, she didn't come 3 hours to Portland to talk with her family and ignore me, did she?
I was wrong about that, because after we went to a cafe, she still ignored me, this time staring out at other people in the cafe and playing with her phone. Any time I'd ask her a question, she'd mumble out an short answer and look away. It was very painful because I was expecting her to be more social and more friendly... but it felt like we were in different worlds. She didn't want to connect on any level. While this is going on she makes some posts on a site we both visit about how Portland should be nuked and that it's full of idiots.
Before we made plans to meet, we talked about exchanging books, so I brought a bagful of my favorites. Maybe she was just out of the loop that time. In a few weeks I'll talk to her about getting them back. She can't hate me completely or else she wouldn't have planned for us to meet completely, but on the other hand, she posted that night after she got home that her mom said that she shouldn't see me anymore. That really shocked me because I didn't do anything "wrong." If the girl doesn't read any the books I loaned her or she's still rude in a few weeks, I'm going to stop talking with her. I hope next time will be better, but if it's not, no big loss.
>>367
Oh man that was sad... Can you give us any history about your relationship?
I just spent the entire morning implementing a PM system in my Wakaba fork. It didn't take too long, but I'm really surprised that I bothered, that I was capable of doing it, and the that I had the dedication to see it through to the end. It works surprisingly well too. I'm kinda paranoid about performance though (not that it matters, since only staff can use it). Security wise I think its okay. The only things that I need to finish up are new message notifications, and then I'll move on to something else.
>>368
It was the summer of 1428 and I was approaching the age of twenty-one. The imam said my home could use a second woman in it so that my first my wife would feel she was of more importance and higher standing within my family.
Though this girl was only nine, she was my first choice and my uncle was persuaded to part with her for a new BMW and my second-finest camel. You see she was his daughter only by his third wife and of little value, really. I highly recommend marrying young ones like this, though I feel I overpaid in this instance.
I've been playing around with VoIP services. Mumble didn't work very well so me and a friend of mine are on Vent right now and there aren't any problems. He keeps complaining about the way the UI looks and is organized in hopes that I move to TS, which I despise.
>>368
We met online and saw each other once before.
She has Dissociative Identity Disorder aka Multiple Personalities. I think that may play a part in things... also very obviously autistic with anxiety problems. She can be nice sometimes, she can be really mean at others. I don't really know how to describe her personality but I didn't expect things to go as they did. We sometimes talk often, sometimes not. Once I talked with her most evil personality and it said a lot of horrible awful things to me :(
>>373
Did she say she had all of those problems or did she actually have them? Did you attempt to rape her or something? Does her mom think you attempted to rape her?
Multiple personality disorder is proven bullshit. It's a combination of depression, a vivid imagination, and watching too many courtroom dramas from the late 1980s and early 1990s.
This is not an illness, but rather a well-crafted excuse for bad behavior. She may well suffer from real mental illness at her core, but more likely she is a compulsive liar or a plain old-fashioned bitch.
I truly with you both the best of luck! (lol bail now wtf r u doin)
is this the start of a new epic meme?
>>374,375
She told me that she had them. I don't know how real it is, but she seems to have serious moodswings at times and claims to forget things. I don't really care one way or another. If I ever asked her questions about it, she'd just say "I don't know" or say nothing. But she has a lot of really negative personality traits.
I didn't attempt to rape her and I never was closer than a foot to her. And although she was talking about looking for eromanga, I didn't talk about anything sexual.. when we were alone, I asked her what exactly our relationship was and where it was going. She just kind of shrugged. Offered a half-answer or non-answer. Was it anxiety that prevented her from talking about anything? Did she just not like me? Autism? I don't think that I have great social skills, but I can make conversation and behave decently..
Played drunk DOTA again yesterday while listening to ebooks (got a lot of wins!), then played a game called Kaeru no Tame ni Kane wa Naru that night. It's kind of fun but it has a few flaws. The music has some nice remixes and the princes are kind of cute, and the puzzles are interesting, if a bit easy. The interface is a bit clunky. The game has a nice enough story and world though.
My ex-girlfriend told me that she still has feelings for me the other day. There's been some difficulties between her and her sister lately. I wonder what will happen with that. I get the feeling that her sister would murder me if we were to meet.
>>377
Well, if you had a girlfriend, I'm inclined to say the problem is this girl, rather than you. It also helps that you seem coherent and aware of the world around you. In any case, you're dealing with a crazy bitch, so if you can, just back off. If you can't, then good luck to you. I hope it works out.
>>378
I've had a few, and quite a few close friends... thanks. I dunno, I still have hopes that she'd be someone I could get along with. I don't like giving up on people, but it seems like it'd be for the better if I just stopped talking with her. I texted her today saying "How are the books?" and she said she hadn't read any because she'd been distracted by games and anime. She's one of those otaku who use the term "normal" nonironically and I jokingly said to her "Oh, yeah, you normals usually don't find books entertaining..." and she said to me "Tell me when you're in Seattle again so I can return them." Giving up before she even started. That's the sign of a true idiot.
My girlfriend's girlfriend doesn't like me very much.
I can't tell if I'm losing my mind or everything is just finally making sense.
took 150mg of DPH about an hour ago
feel like time is going faster, feel the world kind of beign "melty", feel like im thinking more quickly. slightly itchy, that amy be my hypochondria. its fun
>>382
took 250mg the next morning while hungover. nothing fun really happened going for 700mg next
I did more work on my Wakaba fork this weekend. Yesterday I implemented new message notification for the PM system and ended up redoing the entire management panel to make it almost identical to TinyBoard's. Today I made a user page feature so you can view everything related to a certain poster/ip. I also revamped the ban system, so users can see why they were banned, and mods can see the user's ban history. I put in a user notes section as well, just because TinyBoard had one.
Now all I have to do is copy and paste the updated files, and hope everything doesn't go to hell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAY9CNkKOsg
Avery "Shii" Morrow teaches multiculturalism.
Whenever anyone mentions bitcoins, you can just go ahead and stop reading right there.
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(see, you wouldn't have read the word "penis" three times if you had just followed my advice)
I'm currently trying to make this look a little less (and run a little less) like shit. http://p.sjis.me/vqQVkq
Anyone wanna help?
My head hurts and I'm stuck in the hospital and they won't give me any Tylenol. Fucking hell.
what happened?
I almost said hello to my girlfriend's girlfriend on Steam today, but I felt too nervous... ( )
Happy September 11th!
On this day, let us remember all the things we lost on 9/11:
Comedy option:
Also if religion in general is the opiate of the masses, then is Islam the PCP of the masses? Today they burned down a consulate over youtube videos.
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I don't know her name.
I saw her for the first time on the bus 2 years ago. Immediately she struck me as special. What she lacked in conventional beauty she more than made up for in memorability. Something about her made me stain the image of her face into the deepest folds of my brain. Despite not seeing her in about a year, I can remember ever detail of her face. Over the maybe 10 or 20 times I saw her around, I only saw her form her mouth into something resembling a smile once. I never heard her voice, and I never had a chance to let her know I cared.
To this day, I'm still in love with this girl; a girl I never truly met. My only regret is that I never gave it a shot.
Link related: Its a drawing of her.
do you guys even watch anime anymore?
>>411
Yeah. I'm really into Space Brothers right now and I'm finishing up Sakamichi no Appalon or whatever its called right now.
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>>413
How far into that show are you?
I wanted to enjoy it, but stopped at like 10 because it was just so boring.
Space Bros? I caught up on Friday. I marathoned from 3 to 23. It inspired me to stop settling when it comes to my education, and to go all out and take advantage of this era. Its now my goal to preserve my consciousness before my physical demise. That, and to create a perfect waifu android.
In my last post, >>410, I left out a very vital piece of information about this girl and the things that have happened between us. The truth is, in a way, I have spoken to her, albeit only one of us knowing this. Sometime during the final days of this May, I thought I saw her. Acting out of regret, I immediately found myself preparing for some sort of confrontation that would allow me to get the closure I needed. Keep in mind, that at this point, all I had to remember her over the months without her was the drawing in >>410 and my memory. Eventually, I spotted "her" on campus again and decided that would be the day I ended this. Today, I am almost 100% sure that the her I spotted that day was not the girl from >>410. The girl that sparked my meeting with this girl however may have been her, however. In any case, a few hours later, I got on the bus with whoever it was I decided would take on the role of my obsession, and made plans to speak to her. Almost immediately, two girls decided to ruin my plans my confronting me about my phone and forcing me to have an awkward, unwanted conversation. I wasted an entire bus ride talking to these girls. Any other day, this would've stopped me from finishing what I had set out to do. Eventually, the girl I had planned on talking to got off the bus, and I, despite living about 2 miles away, got off with her. After we both crossed the street, I stopped her, and said what I needed to.
On that day, I'm almost 100% sure that I consciously knew she was not the girl that had captivated me for over a year. I'm not entirely what my intentions were when I set out to talk to her, but I've since justified it as "practice," or an attempt at closure. In any case, closure was one thing I didn't get out of this ordeal. Here I am, months later, still obsessed, dealing with even more regret. Recently, I've found myself recalling a moment on the bus with the actual girl from >>410, wondering if it would be appropriate to approach her. I remember getting off at the same stop as her, since I was visiting a friend nearby, but not saying anything. Whatever experience I gained from my "practice" run over a year after this happening meant nothing. I was simply doing what I should've done the first time.
These realizations, along with everything else that's built up since the last time I had the privilege of seeing this girl's face has driven me to withdraw from my social life, and focus all of my energy into solving this problem the only way I can. My solution? You'll find out when humanity has reached a level capable of realizing it. You'll find out once I've become the only man capable of such a feat. When it happens, I'll have done everything in the name of progress. The truth is you may never find out just what it is I did. I, on the other hand will be happy, and will have finally succeeded in making the most of my time with this girl.
>>418
I've read this twice and it sounds like a classic story of boy doesn't meet girl. Except that's not classic and it's not even a story. I mean, >>410 is a well-crafted shot at humor. You build up this girl and then pull this middle-school ballpoint pen drawing on us. That's funny. Like a 7.2/10.
But what the fuck is going on in >>418?
>You'll find out when humanity has reached a level capable of realizing it.
Is this some sort of veiled threat against humanity?
>When it happens, I'll have done everything in the name of progress.
??? Whatever. I guess I just don't get it.
>>419
They're two different posts written days apart from each other. The first was actually written days before I posted it here. I was in a joking mood the first time around, and joking about the entire ordeal makes me feel a little better sometimes. In the second post, I just felt like talking, and near the end I got bored and just started writing whatever came to mind.
>Is this some sort of veiled threat against humanity?
Skynet and sexy terminators.
>??? Whatever. I guess I just don't get it.
I'm talking about after its all said and done, you'll all think "I" was some visionary, but in reality I just wanted to create a robot wife.
Either way, I just want to talk to her ;_;
>>420
There is a movie called The Pornographers that you should probably see right now.
>>421
Is it anything like Boogie Nights? Because I liked that movie.
Oh man I'm reading my second post and I honestly don't remember writing half of the last paragraph. I'm going to try fixing it up and posting it on /r9k/ sometime tonight.
Don't take drugs, do take drugs, don't take drugs, do take drugs.... *pops a handful of pills
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>>424
Now wait a minute man, that's not how it is
You must be confused, that isn't who I am
Please don't be afraid, I would never try to hurt her
This is how we live strange although it seems please try to forgive
click click bang
>>424
Are you that faggot who keeps shitposting in that "post your current thoughts" thread on DQN? I hope you get shot and die a painful painful death.
Love only lives forever when it never really lived ;_;
You're so deep, Mr. Bradeli.
>>430
Thanks, I've been practicing.
I was writing a novel that glorified drunk driving and teenage pregnancy but as I was finishing it, I was informed that these are no longer hot issues. A book of this nature wouldn't cause sufficient moral outrage to sell enough copies to break even. Apparently the hot issues these days are texting while driving and bullying. Does anyone remember when kids became such little pussies that these are now their number one killers? Anyway, I figured the problems are closely related and all I'd have to do is replace terms and then edit them into context. Unfortunately, nothing can ever be easy and it looks like this calls for a full rewrite...
> Tony's parents were out of town a lot and they lived at the end of a canyon with no neighbors BUT EXCELLENT CELLULAR RECEPTION. It was an ideal place for the wildest parties. Last time, they TAPPED OUT SO MANY CELL PHONES they had a pile of PHONES in the back yard six feet tall. They dubbed it SAMSUNG mountain. The house was big with a lot of quiet bedrooms and outbuildings for BECOMING A BULLY. Amanda BECAME A BULLY in Tony's dad's Corvette...
>>433
10/10
Went to worked, smoked, had some whiskey. Now playing Borderlands 2
In the backwaters of daytime cable television, there is a typical mix of ads: worthless kitchen gadgets always priced at two for $19.95 (just pay separate shipping and handling!), reverse mortgage companies with an aging third-rate celebrity spokesman, dubious medical supply companies with an even older fifth-rate celebrity spokesman, class action attorneys for work-related cancers, disability/accident attorneys, and firms that will cash out your annuity won by these same shady attorneys. This is the cheapest television time money can buy and it has the oldest, poorest, and saddest of all audiences: they are homebound and living on a combination of government subsidies and legal settlements.
Yet this is where and when the trailers for Atlas Shrugged Part II are playing. Why here? Is insisting that these people see this movie a public service? Is it to let the helpless masses know why they're starving to death in the aftermath of the Objectivist revolution?
OK KIDS. We need to do something special for October 1st.
Ideas so far:
>>440
We can find me my soul mate ;_; I gave you guys a picture to go by, so it can't be that hard...
Please?
When I masturbated today there was blood in my semen.
>>441
Do you mind if your soul mate was born male? I'm working on vertically integrating my transsexual services firm by including a dating site...
>>442
Well, how often do you masturbate? By saying "today", that implies a reasonable frequency. In which case, you may want to consult a medical professional. If it turns out it's testicular cancer and they're going to cut off your balls anyway, I have some brochures for you about an exciting lifestyle change that may interest you.
>>443
Nah, its fine. Anyways, she lives in Venice, if that helps. Somewhere on Washington, I think.
>>445
Oh, I'm sorry. "It"
The internet doesn't feel very lively today and I'm getting tired of refreshing the same sites seeing the same post.
I have a feeling that I missed an exit awhile back and am now in a section of the internet that died 6 years ago.
R.I.P Internet
1989 - 2010
It would be cool if my teapot didn't let my tea get cold so fucking fast.
>>447
You just don't know the sites where all the cool people hang out
It turns out that there are people that pay $100,000+ to die on Mount Everest. These people have a few things in common, parts of which can be described in such worn-out terms as "thirsting for adventure". However, the thing they have in common that interests me is rich parents/heirs.
Gentlemen, I propose we build a Himalayan corpse retrieval rover. If they can pay that much money to die up there, then their surviving relatives can pay us to retrieve their corpse. This will provide a valuable test bed for future robotic space missions too. And uh, science. And uh, we do accept American Express.
I think I forced a girl to skip her classes today, simply by needing to take the same bus as her. It seems like when she saw me, she just walked to the bus that goes back in the other direction. I don't feel good about this at all...
>>452
Well, she could've been coming from another bus that I didn't see, but considering she might have a reason to avoid me, I have to assume the worst.
The girl was awkward girl 2 from the second post in the awkward girl diaries by the way.
>>455
How it's going with the whole robot thing?
>I'll have done everything in the name of progress.
Idiot. You should do things only for yourself, not in the name of spooks
>>456
Either I don't remember what I wrote or you read it wrong.
Also, the robot thing is years off ;_;
Selected text from the Wikitravel article on Kathmandu:
Regarding buses from the airport:
>some are quite dangerous and travel at stupid speeds through mountain passes.
Regarding Swayambhu, a stupa:
>It offers great views over the city, and no lack of monkeys.
Buying souvenirs?
>Kathmandu, is known for the quality of her bronzes. Read "Shopping for Buddhas" available in book stores, if you are.
What to drink?
>Most often coffee comes as a dishwater-coloured cup of instant; however, good coffee IS available.
>For a quick drink and cheap cultural experience try the local 'Nepali wine' (raksi) or 'Nepali Beer' (chang) neither of which taste anything like their namesakes.
I'm sold! Let's go!
I think you and I may have something in common.
Well, it looks like I'm going to have my beard tomorrow. What should I do to avoid making girls skip their classes because they're afraid of being on the same bus with me? It makes me very sad...
>>460
Why are they afraid to be on the same bus with you?
>>461
My beard might get them?
Seriously though, I talked to this specific girl back in June, and I thought everything was fine. I thought I came off as harmless enough. Maybe she was nervous? Its hard to imagine anyone being nervous around me because they LIKE me though...
I held a birthday party at my house and set up the back yard for a barbecue. Prior to this party, I had pulled out a bunch of grape vines and this resulted in an increase in flies which were eating the fallen grapes. Taking steps to fight the flies, I purchased traps which consist of plastic bags with a little plastic element through which the flies can pass only in only one direction. The plastic bag has a bait in it and you add water to activate it. What happens is that the flies go in thinking there's food and instead ultimately drown in this mess.
The bait consists of sucrose (ok), putrefied egg solids (hmm), and yeast. Wow. So basically, this bag brews rotten egg beer for flies. The part that fascinates me is that somewhere in the world, there is an egg-rotting factory. Every day, the truck delivers eggs and the guys on the loading dock have a very simple job: leave those fuckers in the sun. OUR WORK HERE IS DONE.
I'd hate to live downwind of that place...
>>466
I think that in an egg factory or some place that process food with eggs some eggs must get rotten. maybe they get them from there
>>467
I actually looked into and it you're right. There's lots of waste from hatcheries and things like that. The egg ruining factory is funnier, though...
>>449
yea stop pretending you fukken homo. thanks. saged. reported. banned.
What I don't get is why someone WOULDN'T defend NAMBLA. It's one of the few organizations dedicated to defending people's rights and freedoms, even when the public doesn't support them -- in the old days, we'd call people like this liberals. But on the other hand, the tradition of Y.M. / O.M. (younger male / older male) love has existed for as long as handsome young men have been around for. So you can see that NAMBLA is also conservative in that it aims to defend an established tradition. I wouldn't be surprised if NAMBLA would set up communes, if given the choice; and this communities would probably be nothing less than Plato's Republic if established with sufficient funding. Why do I believe this? There'd be no women to fuck up the system, for one thing. And eccentrics -- which pedophiles are certainly considered to be -- are often highly intelligent, ambitious, and productive, given they aren't being persecuted at the time.
Now, I don't think that raping or molesting children can ever be forgiven or accepted. But these guys at NAMBLA are set to defending the principles that America was founded on, the freedom to peacefully assemble, freedom to speak freely, and freedom to live without religious (yes, Christians attack male-on-male ephebophilia ONLY because the Pagans tolerated it!) discrimination. As soon as the members of NAMBLA are given the freedoms they deserve, as much as any other American has, this country will truly be American once again.
Stepping off my soapbox here. I'd hate to be slandered against because of my true American beliefs.
>>471
tl;dr. i don't know what nambla is, but i don't believe in rights or legal freedoms, so i wouldn't.
Freedom is a joke.
OK. I need a big plastic bag. Then I need a spring-loaded door that only opens one way. Inside I'll place the bait: THOSE DVDs, sugar, water, and yeast. MY TOKIKO TRAP.
"Does not the spirit thirst for freedom?" -- Alas, not my spirit alone, my body too thirsts for it hourly! When before the odorous castle-kitchen my nose tells my palate of the savory dishes that are being prepared therein, it feels a fearful pining at its dry bread; when my eyes tell the hardened back about soft down on which one may lie more delightfully than on its compressed straw, a suppressed rage seizes it; when -- but let us not follow the pains further. -- And you call that a longing for freedom? What do you want to become free from, then? From your hardtack and your straw bed? Then throw them away! -- But that seems not to serve you: you want rather to have the freedom to enjoy delicious foods and downy beds. Are men to give you this "freedom" -- are they to permit it to you? You do not hope that from their philanthropy, because you know they all think like you: each is the nearest to himself! How, therefore, do you mean to come to the enjoyment of those foods and beds? Evidently not otherwise than in making them your property!
If you think it over rightly, you do not want the freedom to have all these fine things, for with this freedom you still do not have them; you want really to have them, to call them yours and possess them as your property. Of what use is a freedom to you, indeed, if it brings in nothing? And, if you became free from everything, you would no longer have anything; for freedom is empty of substance. Whoso knows not how to make use of it, for him it has no value, this useless permission; but how I make use of it depends on my personality.[Eigenheit]
I have no objection to freedom, but I wish more than freedom for you: you should not merely be rid of what you do not want; you should not only be a "freeman," you should be an "owner" too.
Free -- from what? Oh! what is there that cannot be shaken off? The yoke of serfdom, of sovereignty, of aristocracy and princes, the dominion of the desires and passions; yes, even the dominion of one's own will, of self-will, for the completest self-denial is nothing but freedom -- freedom, to wit, from self-determination, from one's own self. And the craving for freedom as for something absolute, worthy of every praise, deprived us of ownness: it created self-denial. However, the freer I become, the more compulsion piles up before my eyes; and the more impotent I feel myself. The unfree son of the wilderness does not yet feel anything of all the limits that crowd a civilized man: he seems to himself freer than this latter. In the measure that I conquer freedom for myself I create for myself new bounds and new tasks: if I have invented railroads, I feel myself weak again because I cannot yet sail through the skies like the bird; and, if I have solved a problem whose obscurity disturbed my mind, at once there await me innumerable others, whose perplexities impede my progress, dim my free gaze, make the limits of my freedom painfully sensible to me. "Now that you have become free from sin, you have become servants of righteousness."[50] Republicans in their broad freedom, do they not become servants of the law? How true Christian hearts at all times longed to "become free," how they pined to see themselves delivered from the "bonds of this earth-life"! They looked out toward the land of freedom. ("The Jerusalem that is above is the freewoman; she is the mother of us all." Gal. 4. 26.)
Being free from anything -- means only being clear or rid. "He is free from headache" is equal to "he is rid of it." "He is free from this prejudice" is equal to "he has never conceived it" or "he has got rid of it." In "less we complete the freedom recommended by Christianity, in sinless, godless, moralityless, etc.
Freedom is the doctrine of Christianity. "Ye, dear brethren, are called to freedom."[51] "So speak and so do, as those who are to be judged by the law of freedom."[52]
Must we then, because freedom betrays itself as a Christian ideal, give it up? No, nothing is to be lost, freedom no more than the rest; but it is to become our own, and in the form of freedom it cannot.
What a difference between freedom and ownness! One can get rid of a great many things, one yet does not get rid of all; one becomes free from much, not from everything. Inwardly one may be free in spite of the condition of slavery, although, too, it is again only from all sorts of things, not from everything; but from the whip, the domineering temper, of the master, one does not as slave become free. "Freedom lives only in the realm of dreams!" Ownness, on the contrary, is my whole being and existence, it is I myself. I am free from what I am rid of, owner of what I have in my power or what I control. My own I am at all times and under all circumstances, if I know how to have myself and do not throw myself away on others. To be free is something that I cannot truly will, because I cannot make it, cannot create it: I can only wish it and -- aspire toward it, for it remains an ideal, a spook. The fetters of reality cut the sharpest welts in my flesh every moment. But my own I remain. Given up as serf to a master, I think only of myself and my advantage; his blows strike me indeed, I am not free from them; but I endure them only for my benefit, perhaps in order to deceive him and make him secure by the semblance of patience, or, again, not to draw worse upon myself by contumacy. But, as I keep my eye on myself and my selfishness, I take by the forelock the first good opportunity to trample the slaveholder into the dust. That I then become free from him and his whip is only the consequence of my antecedent egoism. Here one perhaps says I was "free" even in the condition of slavery -- to wit, "intrinsically" or "inwardly." But "intrinsically free" is not "really free," and "inwardly" is not "outwardly." I was own, on the other hand, my own, altogether, inwardly and outwardly. Under the dominion of a cruel master my body is not "free" from torments and lashes; but it is my bones that moan under the torture, my fibres that quiver under the blows, and I moan because my body moans. That I sigh and shiver proves that I have not yet lost myself, that I am still my own. My leg is not "free" from the master's stick, but it is my leg and is inseparable. Let him tear it off me and look and see if he still has my leg! He retains in his hand nothing but the -- corpse of my leg, which is as little my leg as a dead dog is still a dog: a dog has a pulsating heart, a so-called dead dog has none and is therefore no longer a dog.
( ? ??) Egoism!
OH YEAH?????? WELL TAKE THIS:
Color Dreams was a company that developed video games for the 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment System (NES). While most companies that developed NES games obtained an official license from Nintendo to produce game cartridges, Color Dreams was unusual in that it developed NES games without an official license. To produce these unlicensed games, Color Dreams had to bypass the NES's "lock out" chip (the 10NES).[1] The company successfully bypassed the system, developed a game (Baby Boomer), and released it in 1989. Several other titles followed in 1989 and 1990, including Captain Comic, Crystal Mines, and Robo Demons.
As a result of its reputation for releasing poor games, Color Dreams formed the label Bunch Games in 1990. Bunch Games was meant to be a label that Color Dreams could use to release lower quality games so that its reputation would not be damaged further. In 1991, Color Dreams formed Wisdom Tree for the purpose of releasing Christianity-themed games. The Wisdom Tree label resulted in Color Dreams' best selling titles, including Spiritual Warfare and Bible Adventures. Wisdom Tree is also noted for creating the only unlicensed Super Nintendo Entertainment System game to ever be released in North America, Super 3D Noah's Ark. While Wisdom Tree remains active today and is still selling religious video games, Color Dreams quit the video game business in the mid 1990s. Wisdom Tree is no longer associated with Color Dreams.
One Color Dreams project that was never released was a game based on the movie Hellraiser. The game cartridge, or "Super Cartridge" as it was called at the time, contained an extra processor that modified the tiles in the cartridge RAM without alerting the NES processor. This allowed for enhanced graphic effects rarely seen on the NES, such as a fully animated background running without the lag usually found with such tricks. The extra processor also performed palette swapping between scans of the TV to give the illusion of extra color. Because of delays in production, development problems, lack of a market for unlicensed games based on horror movies, and the exorbitant amount of money it took to make each "Super Cartridge", the project was eventually abandoned.
Cesare Maestri claimed in 1959 that he and Toni Egger had reached the summit and that Egger had been swept to his death by an avalanche while they were descending. Maestri declared that Toni had the camera with the pictures of the summit, but this camera was never found. Inconsistencies in Maestri's account, and the lack of bolts, pitons or fixed ropes on the route, has led most mountaineers to doubt Maestri's claim.[4] In 2005, Ermanno Salvaterra, Rolando Garibotti and Alessandro Beltrami, after many attempts by world-class Alpinists, put up a confirmed route on the face that Maestri claimed to have climbed.[5][6] They did not find any evidence of previous climbing on the route described by Maestri and found the route significantly different from Maestri's description.
Maestri went back to Cerro Torre in 1970 with Ezio Alimonta, Daniele Angeli, Claudio Baldessarri, Carlo Claus and Pietro Vidi, trying a new route on the southeast face. With the aid of a gas-powered compressor drill, Maestri equipped 350 m of rock with bolts and got to the end of the rocky part of the mountain, just below the ice mushroom.[7] Maestri claimed that "the mushroom is not part of the mountain" and did not continue to the summit. The compressor was left, tied to the last bolts, 100 m below the top. Maestri was heavily criticised for the unfair methods he used to climb the mountain. The large difference in style and means used on Cerro Torre in 1959 and 1970 (1970: large use of equipment and artificial climbing vs. 1959: a party of two climbers with minimal equipment) reinforced the idea that Maestri likely failed to summit Cerro Torre in 1959
Mazatlan is a Nahuatl word meaning "place of deer".[1] The city was founded in 1531 by an army of Spaniards and Indian settlers.[2] By the mid-19th century a large group of immigrants had arrived from Germany. These new citizens developed Mazatlan into a thriving commercial seaport, importing equipment for the nearby gold and silver mines. It served as the capital of Sinaloa from 1859 to 1873. The German settlers also influenced the local music, banda, which is an alteration of Bavarian folk music. The settlers also established the Pacifico Brewery on March 14, 1900.
With a population of 438,434 (city) and 489,987 (municipality) as of the 2010 census, Mazatlan is the second-largest city in the state. It is also a popular tourist destination, with its beaches lined with resort hotels. A car ferry plies its trade across the Gulf of California from Mazatlan to La Paz, Baja California Sur. The municipality has a land area of 3,068.48 km (1,184.75 sq mi) and includes smaller outlying communities such as Villa Union, La Noria, El Quelite, El Habal and many other small villages. Mazatlan is served by Gral. Rafael Buelna International Airport.
Check and mate! Your argument is INVALID! YOU LOSE.
This site has sure gone to shit.
>>486
It was better last week. I wonder what fucked it up so quickly...
50% shit posts, 50% complaints about shit posts. This is why we can't have nice things.
0037, u should delete all the posts so we can start over again
And ban everyone while you're at it
I think its the thread list at the top. Ever since it got smaller the board turned to shit.
PUT IT BACK THE WAY IT WAS
GOD IS DEAD
looking out at the water i'm cold it's pretty
So we're going to call the project EHAH - Extreme High Altitude Helicopter. We'll paint the fucker yellow and call it YEHAH
The point? Ferrying rich people up the slopes of Everest. Give us time and we'll install a few staircases, a deck with outdoor heaters, and thermoses of hot cocoa waiting for our clients at the top. Soon enough, we'll get workers up there in pressure suits. We'll install a chair lift. We'll sap every last ounce of adventure out of the experience. You'll be able to buy souvenirs at the top! We'll provide ashtrays for our numerous out-of-shape visitors! Is that feeling hypoxia or the feeling that comes with contempt for the natives' many gods? Whatever it is, it feels great!
I think I saw awkward girl today. I'll keep you guys updated if anything more comes of this. These are exciting times.
I'm new to the internet and I've been concerned about this thing called a Tokiko? Would anyone mind indulging me into the nature of this being? It seems to be very disliked and repulsed by many active internet coalitions and organizations.
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I had a dream that I was at a county fair. There were individual food stands that stretched for miles and they needed to because they served something called "jumbos." This dish was just slices of meat off of a whole smoked elephant. These enormous stands had several smoked elephants each, all hanging from hooks overhead.
i am literally laughing my ass off here like it's fallen off i'm not sure where it went
im going to ask a girl out today to the movies or something SHIT I DONT KNOW ANY GOOD MOVIES
Who cares you do go to see the movie idiot!
>>503
why don't you just make your own movie
just narrate all the posts from this thread and have a slideshow of pretty looking AA art, rent a movie theatre and show it
i WILL find out where you live and i WILL kill you if you don't do this, thanks.
Today I went to church for "fun". Now I'm going to slack off all day because it's Sunday.
Today I went to church! Now I'm going to slack off all day because it's Sunday.
>>512
You're right!
IF >>507 & >>508 are the same person, then why did they decide in the course of one hour that church is no longer for "fun"? What changed in that hour? Flashbacks of being molested by a priest? Food poisoning from communion wafers that kicked in right then and there??
Or are we actually home to two church-going people? How can that be possible? I thought we had a fairly representative sample of the Internet going on here but this shit could potentially change everything! We may be the Internet's own freakshow. Two religious people on the same non-religious board. That's just too insane to even consider!
Therefore, >>507 & >>508 are the same. We have proven it with conjecture...
Hey hey, don't worry, I'm not religious I just like church. I don't know how to explain it.
Hey hey, don't worry, I'm not gay I just like sucking dick. I don't know how to explain it.
>>516
I like sucking dick, and I am most certainly gay.
Man, I love going over the cat with a flea comb and catching an especially big one. Like, a monster of a flea, so fat it's jammed between the tines of the comb and fighting to get out. You go to crush that fucker with your fingernail and you can hear an audible pop. If you're lucky, you get a nice shot of cat blood/flea guts splashing your face. That's just awesome.
>>523you should get some flea treatment medications - picking them out isn't enough because they lay thousands of eggs in your carpets and such. Really gross.
>>524
I spray the carpet and I use frontline. Unfortunately, the cat is allowed outside and I can't spray the all of the outdoors or apply frontline to the rest of the wildlife out there. I mean, I'd like to flea dip a raccoon or two, but I'm pretty sure I'd lose a finger doing it.
nice banner klang
>>527
results/effort_spent < 1, so I bailed on the project early. That's why the rest of you aren't mentioned. Deal with it (or improve it yourself).
Is the custom capcode working for you? I went full-width but failed to realize that some font/browser combinations make it look like shit. I can change it...
>>528
>Is the custom capcode working for you?
Yep! But one slight change pls:
change it to ":DDDDDDDD betty gud poster"
RIP in piece Toker.
>1999 - 2012
Dude, I'm like at least a year or two older than that
Is your admin so cripplingly OCD that he fucks up an entire thread in an attempt to correct one small spelling error? Your admin may be severely retarded.
<i>It's a fact!</i>
Learn how to recognize the signs, etc...
YEAH, I'm not fixing it this time....
Also, don't like my banner? TOO BAD. Or make more for me. I like it. That's from what has to be one of the worst mascots I've ever seen for any product, ever. I'm just mesmerized by that mentally deficient ?pelican's empty wandering eyes...
(on further research, it turns out that thing is supposed to be an eagle... wtf)
he's got a beak for suckin cock ill tell you that much
>Post deleted (accidentally) by administrator.
lol
I'm not good at my job. Well, this one...
>>538
where is our imageboard thirty seven. the real world two chan had an imageboard klang.
Damn shame about moot closing world4ch so he could save a few bucks a month, but thanks to 4ct of the old lounge we now have https://dis.4ct.org/lounge/ here to save world4ch forever from moot dirty SJW's hands.
lmao whomst the fucc up
New phobia: applause in psychological institutions.
merry christmas
