Not mine, but we need more pics like this:
Doing everything exactly opposite from "The Mainstream" is the same thing as doing everything exactly like "The Mainstream." You're still using What Everyone Else is Doing as your primary point of reference.
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Show posts MenuQuote from: Luna on August 28, 2012, 10:17:37 PMQuote from: Alty on August 28, 2012, 08:10:35 PM
Well it's not right. Women get their own pens. Their own hygiene products. They get to be suffragettes. How come I can't be a suffragette? Next thing they'll get their own parking spaces. Men already have to give up parking spaces to people who CAN'T EVEN WALK. It's Bullshit.
Alty, honey, you want to use one of my Tampax, you feel free, I'm happy to share. Post pics, though.
Quote from: HandsomeGirl on August 27, 2012, 05:30:04 AMQuote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on August 27, 2012, 05:19:55 AMQuote from: The Dark Monk on August 27, 2012, 05:18:38 AMQuote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on August 27, 2012, 04:56:30 AMHeh. I'mma put this back in the safe, it wasn't mean for this type of publicity, heh, you see, my ex got really mad once, and she put it on the interwebz, and we did uh...nvm. Just gonna take it and leave.....
What is this: >.< ?
A really, really skinny guy's bunghole?
What does it mean?
I'll never be able use it again now that I relate it to a skinny guy's bunghole, but it's my "Ugh... dammit" face. And my face does exactly that. So on occasion, my face looks like a skinny guy's bunghole.
I really thought that one was in widespread use.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on August 27, 2012, 04:56:30 AMHeh. I'mma put this back in the safe, it wasn't mean for this type of publicity, heh, you see, my ex got really mad once, and she put it on the interwebz, and we did uh...nvm. Just gonna take it and leave.....
What is this: >.< ?
A really, really skinny guy's bunghole?
What does it mean?
Quote from: Placid Dingo on August 27, 2012, 03:30:40 AMThis is the perfect match of words that I was looking for.Quote from: HandsomeGirl on August 27, 2012, 02:04:24 AMQuote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on August 27, 2012, 12:54:58 AMQuote from: HandsomeGirl on August 27, 2012, 12:46:46 AM
I'm not usually a big fan of being upset when people die, whether it's someone I know personally or not. Eighty two is pretty ripe, and that would generally lead me to feel less upset about it. This one got me in the gut just a little, though.
That's a very odd thing to say. Have you lost anyone close to you? I don't think anyone is a "fan" of being upset, but would you say something like that if your kid died? Or when you lose a parent? I would think that if you were emotionally impacted by the death of an astronaut, you would probably be more impacted if someone you knew personally died. The only thing that makes that really makes that comment make sense is if it's still only theoretical to you.
I don't think it's a tragedy when an old person dies of natural causes, as that's what happens and hopefully old age means a full life well-lived. But upset is a normal reaction to death and loss, even when it's a normal death at the end of a long life.
Well, this is going to be fun. Not that I blame you for asking, most people do when it comes to my reaction to the recently dead.
I suppose I shouldn't have said that I'm not a big fan of being upset when people die. Of course no one likes being upset. I just really couldn't care less.
I'll start by answering the question of whether I've lost people I was close to. Yes, several. Including family members. All four grandparents, one step grandfather (I guess you'd call him that, anyway.) Aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.
This isn't just a recent development, in fact my family mostly thinks I'm freak for it. They all still talk about when I lost my maternal granfather when I was five. From what I'm told I witnessed his death, and merely remarked, "Old Papa's alllllllllll gone." I then proceeded to happily play with my toys.
I honestly don't understand it myself. Death makes me feel nothing, and it never has. No frowns, no tears, no matter how much I loved a person. When I was younger I used to try to force myself to cry during funerals just so I'd fit in.
It's not that I don't care about people. I cry frequently when bad things happen to people I love. I threaten people who hurt my friends within an inch of their life, and have been known to make good on those threats. I protect my son to the point that I'd just love to keep him in a bubble. I bitch at my husband for doing dangerous man-things. I donate to food pantries and have on occasion paid for a stranger's child's medicine.
But as far as the already deceased, I can't even force myself to give a single fuck. I feel like a horrible person for it sometimes, and it makes me jealous that other people do feel something for it. I keep on expecting it to bother me eventually, but it never does.
So if it was my child? Maybe, but I really hope I don't have to find out.
My parents are a different story, but I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire for other reasons.
As for Mr. Armstrong, it hit me in the gut for science past was all.
This thread is getting way off topic. >.<
Not intuitively having the 'appropriate' reaction doesn't mean you don't actually care. It's OK not to cry or be outwardly emotional. If you lose someone and you know you're gonna miss them, well thats caring.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on August 27, 2012, 02:02:17 AM
Ah, the good old days, before I learned to control my temper.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger
But what I did see was a mammoth autofabricator, the great-grandson of the CNC lathe. You stock up the 3 stories-tall bins, download the print into it from a laptop, and off it goes. It doesn't weld metal...It laser-fuses it with 100% penetration, a perfect fucking weld every time. Fucker sneers at exotic metals, plastic, everything. COMPLETE PRODUCT, NO STEPS.