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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.

Or Kill Me / Re: Justice
« on: November 06, 2009, 05:32:36 am »
So your solution is "become a sociopath?"

To extend your biological metaphor... have you ever heard of these animals called "elephants" ?  They're a somewhat rare species restricted to parts of Africa, India, and public zoos, so you might not have encountered one before.  Anyway, these fuckers are big.  They're bigger than any other extant land animal.  They're like organic tanks.  They have teeth that are, I kid you not, like a meter long.  Why on earth do you need teeth that big?  Even T-Rex only had teeth about 8" long, and it ate dinosaurs.

So what do elephants eat?  What prey has it evolved to take down?  Grass.  50% grass, plus assorted other veggies, and fruit when they can get it.

But that's ridiculous!  you say.  How can that much meat go around just eating grass?  Why hasn't a naturally superior predator come around and eaten them all millennia ago?  Survival of the fittest, right?

Well, yes, but "fittest" doesn't mean what you seem to think it means.  "Fittest" doesn't mean "lean mean killing machine."  It means "fittest."  And elephants are smart - they stick together.  They know there is no land animal (besides an armed human) on earth that can kill an adult without getting very, very lucky, and none that can take on a group of elephants (humans usually aren't dumb enough to try, but sometimes they are desperate.)  When lions show up, gazelles scatter, but elephants form a phalanx, young in the middle, warriors on the outside.  An elephant could kill any other extant land animal - but they don't have to (except people.  Indian elephants make an exception for people and raid villages periodically.)

The solution is not to become the perfect predator.  When a predator runs out of prey, it dies.  When it gets slow, it dies.  Predators are cowards - they go after the easy prey because they know if a prey fights back and injures it, it won't be able to catch the next one.

The solution is to find a group that will stand behind you, while you stand behind them in return.  Or, if you can't or don't want to, become so big that nothing can hurt you if you don't wish it.  Become so flexible that you can roll with any blow.

I like the way you think.
Of course, you have to make sure that the group you're in really does care about you, and that you're not just another component in a vast unfeeling mechanism. But I see what you're getting at. Really, it's a matter of balance between individualism and collectivism. Ideally, one would provide optimal contribution to a working society that one loves to be a part of while still retaining a sense of individual identity and independent thought.
Actually, fuck that. That's boring. You're boring. ANARCHY ANARCHY ANARCHY!  :crankey:

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