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For what it's worth, if my "maybe we'd be happy" post counts as a pseudo-intellectual one-liner, I was trying to provide some response to KopyKat's idiocy and get the thread moving again. I know I'm not very good at this, and I'm not going to pretend to be, but I want to say that I posted that with good intentions in mind.

Bring and Brag / Re: AN ODE TO THE EXON
« on: November 09, 2009, 01:22:54 pm »
I got the process a bit wrong, though. A polypeptide chain itself is not a protein. It needs to fold up first, and the configuration of the folding determines which protein you end up with. But it's close enough, right?

Bring and Brag / Re: AN ODE TO THE EXON
« on: November 09, 2009, 03:15:38 am »

I loved it.

I handed this in as a biology assignment. :lulz:

Im just trying to prepare you people for 2012  :argh!:


There is much more than just that

words cannot hope to describe

where would we be with out the beast?

I don't know. Maybe we'd be happy. Do you remember what it feels like to be happy?


The Protomen and their best song. It's so fucking 80s.

Oh, and I should mention every song The Protomen write is about MEGAMAN. No, really. And they somehow turn Megaman from a lame kiddie story to something deep and inspired.

Some of you will be wondering how it could get cooler. I'll tell you how: they have a live choir. Really.

That is surprisingly awesome.

I don't live in my City anymore, but I still haven't left. I'm about an hour's drive away, in the capitol. Sometimes, I go back down to visit relatives.
I wouldn't call it a city. Not sure I'd call it a town, even. Not anymore. This place, you see, it used to run on lumber mills. Everybody had a father or an uncle who worked at the mill, so they got an easy summer job, but the job soon became more important than school, so they dropped out to work full-time. Who needs an education when you can get thirty bucks an hour for raw physical labour? This place, people loved the mills. Except I wouldn't call it love. Call it an addiction. Sure, the mills had their side effects. There was the cancer, for one thing. Turns out the chemicals in the steam that came out of those plants every day were some mighty strong shit. And this place, back in its heyday, you couldn't see for twenty feet with all the steam.
Then there was the boredom. Everyone works at the mill, there's very few people left to run anything else but the grocery stores and the bars and the cinema with the week-late releases. Everyone lives way out in the woods anyway, so there's nothing to do but smoke and drink and fuck and shoot up. If there's one thing that's thriving in this place, it's the drugs. You can't get away from them, no matter where you go.

Anyway, the mills are all gone now. All closed down. Too much of an environmental hazard, too much of a health hazard. Too much of a liability to those big companies in this dead-end town. Doesn't matter why they're gone. All that matters is their glorious legacy. You want history? You got it. The lumber mills are gone now, and we've got so much to show for their golden age.  So many tumours, so many used needles. So many kids with no futures wasting their time milling around the schools or beating each other up in the town's one bar. So many big cottages up in the woods, rotting and empty now because Dad got laid off and couldn't make the next payment and had to sell the boat and the truck and the four-wheeler. So many rotten dreams, so many used condoms clogging up the river. This place is so empty now that it's spooky. There's a reason they call it a ghost town. See, everyone's gone out west to the oil-sands in the prairies. Drop a neutron bomb on this place, nobody would notice.

But despite it all, I love it, and I can't wait to go back again.

How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a Tootsie Roll Pop?

Or Kill Me / Re: Justice
« on: November 06, 2009, 05:34:55 am »
But really, I like the general idea, I just don't think one should become solely dedicated to the well-being of the group above all else. Which I think you addressed.

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