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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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