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News is full of it right now. Apparently we're expected to vote or some shit. Propaganda machine is in overdrive...

On one hand I'm thinking - could be interesting, especially if it all goes horribly and spectacularly wrong 

On the other hand I'm thinking, probably no real change, country will still be getting humped by a bunch of greedy rich twats

On the third hand I'm thinking, no way is England going to allow this shit to go down, referendum will fail, regardless of what people write on those funny little bits of paper.

Thoughts?

http://news.discovery.com/tech/robotics/download-memories-retrieve-later-130603.htm?utm_medium=referral&utm_source=pulsenews

USC's Berger says there's one big obstacle for actually copying and uploading a complete set of human memories. They seem to disappear when they aren't being used.

"We can go to a microchip and say here are a few bytes of memory, we can see them anytime they want," he said. "It's like buying a Sears catalog of memories and you look through these bins and see what's there. But that's not the way it works with humans or animals. When we use the memories, that's when they appear. But when we don't we don't know where they are."

Pretty sure I know why this is.

I know fuck all about the science here but it sounds like either the biggest thing since the invention of AC or Svengali

http://www.extremetech.com/extreme/156393-cold-fusion-reactor-independently-verified-has-10000-times-the-energy-density-of-gas

Just started reading this and I'm instantly in love with the artwork and the premise of the story - a machine which harnesses the energy of long dead authors spinning in their graves 

http://dresdencodak.com/2010/06/03/dark-science-01/

I live in a "humanated" valley in the central region of Scotland. Every night, when it gets dark, the streetlights come on. And that's just the start of it. The houses light up, the cars light up, the petrochemical refinery sends flares from the giant chimneys, fifty feet in the air. Some nights it creates an orange pulsing, throbbing undertone to the whole sky.

This is how we cram a couple of million stinking monkeys into a space this big and this is how we keep them alive and feed them and clothe them and this is the fucking mess we make of our cage and I could almost fucking live with that. There's perks. You live longer, you don't have to hunt for food, there's MTV and Nintendo and microwave ready meals. I agree - that shit is quite nice but I've seen what it's supposed to look like, without so much "us" I've seen the motherfucking stars!

The thing is, you don't see the stars in towns and cities and most folks don't go where you can see them because, if they did, then those places would be towns and cities. That's sort of how it works. City slickers and townies see some of the bright ones, yeah, the ones from the horoscopes and whatnot but they don't see the rest of them. They've seen a few little points of light shining at them from the general direction of up but what they haven't seen is the couple of thousand other ones that convey the shape, the scale, the sheer holyfuckness of where they're standing and how fucking insignificant and fragile their whole world is, in the grand scheme of things.

I spend most of my time in this shithole and as much as I can find, as far away from it as I can get. I could tell you exactly how good any given year of my life has been by counting the number of nights I looked up and saw the stars.

Mars and back in under six months

crossposted from batshit-r-us forum...

Once upon a time, there's these two blind guys, sent into a room to deal with with an elephant. The guy at the front is describing the feeling of a snake, on account of the pachyderm is investigating him with it's trunk. Meanwhile the guy at the back is agreeing with this assessment cos, well, it's a bull elephant.

Meanwhile the elephant is all, like "yeah call me whatever you want but can you help me, I'm in this room and I've no idea how I got here?" Of course the elephant isn't actually saying this out loud cos it can't talk (this story is a bit weird, granted but it's not that weird) but that's pretty much what it's thinking.

So the next thing is the guy at the back freaks out completely and starts screaming "SNAKE" over and over. He grabs a shovel that happens to be nearby and takes a hard swing at the "snake". Luckily for his snake the elephant's balls take the brunt of the impact. Unluckily for the fella at the front this doesn't make the elephant feel any better about the situation.

Somehow the guy at the back manages to get a shot of tranquiliser into the elephant (don't ask) and our friend Dumbo goes down like a ton of bricks would if they were capable of choosing to fall in animal shapes that day.

The two blind guys leave the room,  proudly proclaiming "We have vanquished the serpents!"

Someone finally managed to sum up how I feel about our great race of retarded apes human civilisation, a lot more eloquently than I ever could. Admittedly pointing and laughing my ass off probably doesn't count as a serious attempt to state my position but, fuck it, that's my position anyway.

We're Ice Age hunters with a shave and a suit. We are not good long-term thinkers. We would much rather gorge ourselves on dead mammoths by driving a herd over a cliff than figure out how to conserve the herd so it can feed us and our children forever. That is the transition our civilization has to make. And we're not doing that.

If we fail in this great experiment, this experiment of apes becoming intelligent enough to take charge of their own destiny, nature will shrug and say it was fun for a while to let the apes run the laboratory, but in the end it was a bad idea

http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/the_myth_of_human_progress_20130113//

We're paddling along, in the pitch black when the cops pull up behind us, blue lights flashing, like something out of close encounters.

Accidentally strayed into the restricted water, near a navy sub base.

These warmonger dudes aint half territorial buggers.

Charged with pissing off the royal navy.

Have to wait and see if they want to bill me or jail me

What's the name of that spandex thing that gymnasts wear again?

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Any system can be gamed

Effectively gaming any system is not equivalent to beating it

but it is tantamount to taking ownership

I'll repeat

ANY system can be gamed

Democracy is a system

Capitalism is a system

Justice is a system

All these systems and most of the other ones have been gamed by smart and/or ruthless players

They are now owned by the players

If a player owns the game they reserve the right to win each round by any means

They may change the rules and move the goals with impunity

because rules and goals do not apply to or constrain the owner of the game

unless the owner drop the ball

When this happens the system will continue to bounce

until another gamer takes ownership

TEH HOMOSEXUALS ARE COMING!!!!

It's your god given right to say anything you want

You got that much right

However

It is not implicit that your audience must treat your inane ramblings with respect

Quite the contrary

It's your audiences prerogative to decide you're an asshole

It's their god given right to tell you this

That's free speech

Still want it?

If not, you also have the right to remain silent 

There are people who see a half-full glass and there are people who see a half empty one.

And right now I'm wondering - how many of the former have had an empty glass and how many of the latter have had a full one?

From Saturday you will be required to stay outside, on the streets where our death squads will be able to find you easier. We thank you for your co-operation in this matter.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-19433404

Dog are awesome. my dog is more awesome than most. I'm pretty sure most dog owners will say the same thing about theirs.

...I think about my cock. And wonder if it's beautiful enough. Is this the place for me? If not, where do the people with the ugly cocks hang out?

Best name for Apple Talk evar!

PS: Thanks in advance to whoever changes it back. This post will make me look really weird after that happens 

The problem is vast and complex. It stems from the way individuals interact and grows into how whole nations interact.

It manifests in an incalculable number of  ways which often appear like separate issues but make no mistake - there is only one problem.

The solution seems as complex and fragmented as the problem does.

The problem is broken down into sub problems and best-fit solutions applied to these

These solutions may work, in whole or in part.

They may give rise to other problems.

This is another facet of the problem - it's constantly changing.

The solution, although it seems complicated, is actually mindbendingly straightforward.

Everybody does what's right.

Maybe not even everybody, an overwhelming majority might be enough.

The reason this is not workable?

Simple - none of us can agree on what's right.

Personally speaking I don't need consensus in order to do what's right.

I just do it anyway.

If everyone did that, the problem would go away.

This is the part where everyone disagrees with me...

I have no idea how I'm going to say this without coming off as more right than hitler. This post is probably a very bad idea but, fuck it, I'ma stick my cock in the grinder and see what happens

So what I want to talk about is weak v's strong. Why do the strong survive? Why do the weak get shit on? The answer to this is simple. Firstly the strong survive because no one can fucking stop them. That's pretty much it. There's no mysterious force at play here, no divine fuckery stacking the deck. If you're strong enough to deal you deal. Conversely, the weak get shit on because they can't do anything to stop it and there isn't always a benevolent strong person nearby to hold their little handie. Sucks to be weak, I guess.

There's always someone bigger than you. You can't be the strongest but there's always someone weaker than you too. You don't have to be able to outrun the lion, just the fat guy next you. Truth be told you don't even have to run, the lion will go around you to get to fatty, just so long as you look like you'll make his lunch a bit harder to come by. Strength can be a deterrent, just as weakness can be an invitation.

Strength comes in many forms. There's physical strength, mental strength, emotional strength. There's probably another couple of basic types of strength that I haven't noticed or thought about and then there's subsets and amalgamations of these. Strength is a complicated business. Weakness is equally complex. Someone physically strong may be an emotional and intellectual cabbage. Stephen Hawking may be physically useless with a mind and a strength of character that could cut diamond.

As a race we tend to admire strength, albeit begrudgingly, with a dash of jealous in a lot of cases. No one, tho, to the best of my knowledge, admires weakness. Collectively however, we seem to do a fuckload to encourage it. Why is this? Why aren't the strong yelling at the weak - "stop being a fucking maggot and sort yourself out"?

You see strong aint necessarily something that you just get handed at birth. I've heard a lot about "privilege" on this board lately. Well let me tell you about privilege. Sure you might be born lucky, rich family, silver spoon and all the trimmings but that isn't the only way to gain privilege. Not by a long shot. Privilege can be earned. Privilege can be fought for. Privilege can be fucking taken.

Speaking as someone who used to be weak, I can attest to the fact that strength and privilege are things you can gain. Things you can change in yourself.

"But it's not as simple as that. It's really hard. I'm not the kind of person who can do that"

If I've heard this shit once, I've heard it a million times. It's something that is said exclusively by weak people and, every time I hear it, I just want to punch them in the face. Be careful with that shit, cos I've got the muscle to follow through on that.

1) It is as simple as that

2) It's probably even harder than you think it is - when did I say it was easy?

3) You become the kind of person who can do it only after you get off your lazy weak ass and get the fucking thing done

Strong people complain in a slightly different manner - "This is doing my fucking head in. I will not be beaten. I don't give a fuck how long it takes, I'm not leaving here until I've kicked it's ass"

So here's the deal. Fuck the weak. I can't help feeling sorry for them but, at the end of the day, the only one that can do anything about their situation is themselves. That might not be strictly true, strong people can help but why should they bother if the weak aint going to? Weak is lazy that way. Weak is self defeating. Weak is whining about it "not being fair" and insisting that the solution is the whole world changes.

I used to be that person. Somewhere along the line I figured out that, regardless about how loudly I whined like a bitch, I couldn't change the world. I did manage to change myself, tho and you know what? From a position of privilege, the world aint all that bad the way it is. It's the weak who are having a tough time of it.

Fuck 'em!

I have a soft spot for this one - first Crowley book I ever read. Still my favourite.

http://ebookbrowse.com/aleister-crowley-diary-of-a-drug-fiend-1922-pdf-d240173674

Hey, if nothing else you just lost THE GAME, right?

The idea behind the game is straightforward enough. The player starts by creating an avatar. It's initially a really low level character and the player doesn't really have a lot of input. It's all going on beneath the surface. Sorta forms itself, along some built in programming paths with heuristic learning and inputs from higher level players but, pretty soon the player has an increasing or decreasing degree of control over the little fella. If the player chooses to.

Otherwise he'll just mosey about and do his own thing in the game world. The new guy always spawns in the company of other characters, they'll provide inputs, suggestions, admonitions, encouragement, discouragement and training in the rules of the game. Whatever they might have decided those rules might be.

The rules of the game, aside for some general mechanical stuff, physics and environmental rules (There's a resource-gathering element, of course) are largely dictated by the players. It's a true sandbox game, one hundred percent open ended, aside from the one rule of the game - players only get one life. No respawns. No bonus credits.

The game is total immersion. Like all futuristic and shit with totally retina-realistic graphics, surround sound and pixel perfect feedback of all
other sensory input. It's so real you'll feel as if you're there. If you take damage you'll feel pain. If you're driving a sports car with the top down, you'll feel the wind and the bugs smacking off your face.

Like I said, it's totally sandbox - no stated aim or objective. Pick something you want to do and go out and try to make it happen. The gameworld itself is largely designed by the players with organically evolving scenarios available to be engaged in, in a practically incalculable number of ways. But be warned - some of the other players take this game quite seriously.

They take it so seriously that some of them seem to actually forget they're playing a game at all. Worse still, some of them get hung up on the wider consequences of the one and only rule of the game. Players only get one life. No respawns. No bonus credits. And after their game is over? Well, to be quite honest nothing has ever been adequately proven, to this player at least. I wouldn't say I'm actually convinced there is a world outside of this game.

So given that that's the case, I figure I might as well pay the shit out of the game. Get my character advanced as many levels as possible. Gain skills and abilities, try to beat my highscore in as many sub-games as I think look interesting. Sooner or later I'll lose. Maybe I'll lose to a boss character or maybe I'll slip off a ledge and die but until then - IT'S PLAYTIME!!

There are rules and regulations in all walks of life, from "Walk/Don't Walk" right on up to "Thou shalt not kill"

From the day you're born these laws are impressed on you

From the day they're born most accept them as immutable

Like laws of physics, like forces of nature

"Please form an orderly queue"

"Thou shalt not steal"

"Thou shalt not question the lawmakers"

Some of us, however, do question the lawmakers

and we question the laws

"thou shalt not bear false witness"

and we find the laws wanting

and the lawmakers nefarious

and their rules merely options

and the consequences of dissent avoidable

and we see guilt for what it is - pre-programmed fear and self loathing

the condemnation of lesser men

and we rise above

and the ones who do not - the servile majority

look at us as if we have no morals or conscience

and we look at them with pity

as if they have no minds

... must resist urge to kill EVERYONE I FUCKING SEE!

One human is all it takes. Not a good human, not a cool one with respect and appreciation for the world and life, one with a brain and shit, I mean the other kind - the 99.9%. The one that's nothing more than a parasite, shambling around leaving a trail of shit and plastic wherever it's retarded ass slithers.

One of those fucking things can ruin the view, stink up the fresh air, leave it's fucking sanitary products strewn across the beach... but my problem isn't one of them, I live in a concrete and tarmac shithole, designed, built and populated by fucking thousands of them.

When I've been where they can't reach, because they're too fucking stupid. Because, if they travel too far from an electrical socket or a retail outlet, they fucking die. When I've been to those places I'm convinced the world (my world) would be better off without them. There's a broken bottle and a pile of puke in the street outside my house. It's the nearest thing to art we have in this hell.

Towns are ugly. The hollow, vacant expressions of the creatures that live in them are ugly. Everything, as far as the eye can see reminds me that human beings are cancer. I pray for war, for famine, for pestillence. I don't believe in their gods but I believe my prayers will be answered nonetheless. They're too fucking stupid to do anything other than fight, starve and rot.

Thank fuck the internet protested against this draconian bullshit. Sites like WIKIPEDIA stood up for all our rights and a movement was overturned which threatened to destroy our freedoms and shit. Now we can sleep soundly in our beds at night knowing that shit like THIS can never happen.

Remember kiddies - every single file you share costs the industry $175billion and at least a dozen artists starve to death, right then and there, the second you click "download".

"You may fool all the people some of the time, you can even fool some of the people all of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all the time" - Abraham lincoln

However, you can fool most of the people most of the time and that's more than enough - P3nt4gR4m

don't say I'm not good to you

Just caught this on teevee Blew me away. If you haven't seen this I'd recommend the fuck out of it. Ease in with a textbook study of a depressive, escaping into fantasy and finally stepping right off the deep end before being introduced to something that genuinely creeped me right the fuck out (at a guess - true blue sociopath). Did not see that one coming 

It began with a young deity mucking about with some modelling clay. You've all heard the story, I'm sure. God made Adam and brought him to life in his own little sandbox world and Adam started running about giving everything names and then, once that was done, he started getting kinda bored so God gave him something with bewbs that could wash the dishes and stuff (If you ever needed any more proof that genesis was written by a misogynistic little fuck)

But there was a problem. What started out as a fun diversion for the lord started to take on a life of it's own. These little bastards were smart. Real smart. Too fucking smart, and inquisitive to boot. God got nervous. If he didn't do something soon they'd end up smarter than him and, back in those days, that notion didn't sit right with his enormous godlike ego.

Problem was that the more he thought about taking away a significant portion of the clay from their heads, the more it felt like admitting defeat. God was smart too, maybe not nobel prize-smart but he was a hell of an engineer and a devious bastard to boot. If he was going to save face he'd much rather do it within the game rules. So he hatched a cunning plan...

Next morning Adam and his plaything woke up to discover a new tree in the garden. Great big shiny fucker with neon lights and tinsel and all kinds of attention grabbing things, not least of which was one huge, shiny golden apple, just hanging there, right about shoulder height. "WTF?" asked Adam.

"what?" replied God, all coy and innocent, like.

"The tree." replied Adam, "What's with the new tree?"

"Oh that." Said God, all casual and reverse psychology, "Just ignore that. You can eat all the other shit you see but you have to leave that fucker well alone. It's the tree of ULTIMATE KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL. You don't want to be eating that fruit, it's bad for you.

So you know what happened - they ate the fruit. Just like God had planned. And do you know what it did? It made them retarded. And God breathed a sigh of relief.

http://www.quantumjumping.com/ 

I'm a phony, a fake
a liar and a cheat
What you see aint the real me
it's a mask of deceit

Who I want to be
It aint the real me
but I'm so good at pretending
it's all you'll ever see

The guy in the mirror?
someone I invented
a composite character
from movies I rented

The heroes and bad guys
all donated a trait
the ones I admire the most
and the ones that I hate

The things that I say and do
all scare me to death
but I keep that shit buried deep
and under my breath

The truth of the matter
is I'm starting to be become
the sort that I'd look up to
when I was just dumb

The secret is this thick veneer
I painted on the cracks
is just as real as the useless prick
that's buried in the back

Coding just went street!

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It probably comes off a bit forced but I guess that's what happens when you try to force your way out of creative limbo.

You took a hammer to the face of a god
who offered mediocrity
Your cause was noble and your spirit pure
but you never took the time to be free

Your life trickled down through the cracks in your veneer
such a pretty face to be twisted in a sneer
the arrogance of youth made you deaf to the wisdom of the years

The dice was loaded before you rolled
The bureaucrats had fortified the lies you were sold
They offered you paradise
knowing fine you'd rather stay out in the cold

Where they wanted you
Banging on the hollow walls
until your fists were ruined
and you impotently crawled
into a corner they had left for you
beneath the urban sprawl

With nothing but your rage to keep you warm
down where the mighty always fall

Everything's wrong. Everything's a problem. Quintillions of different things, some of them mindfuckingly big, some of them infinitesimally small but each and every one of them, according to some one or other, is wrong. It's helping to destroy the fabric of civilisation or the planet itself. Hell, there's probably people out there pissed off about shit that they're convinced is going to destroy the galaxy.

Sometimes there's answers. Sometimes more than one. Sometimes they're at loggerheads with each other. Mutually exclusive. Sometimes there's a dispute. Sometimes shit gets ugly and a couple of people shout at each other, all up in each other's faces. Sometimes a couple of million dead bodies get piled up and buried in some great big fucking holes somewhere. This is a meta-problem. It wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for the original problem in the first place.

There's a web of these meta problems, extending out like a universe. Every star an issue, every galaxy a war. Was there a "big bang"? Did something go wrong, right back at the start, either when everything was tickety boo, paradise-perfect or did it start with something that was guaranteed to bollix up everything? Some people have theories along those lines.

What we, as a conscious entity, perceive as a problem or issue or thing that's wrong is, in and of itself, a consciousness related issue. Things like natural disasters and shit do not fit under the remit of this rant, I'm talking exclusively about things that humans do, based on conscious decisions, that are considered a problem by other humans, causing friction. I'm talking about us, as a single biological colony, all at loggerheads with some one or some group. Everyone is pulling and pushing in different directions.

No one has an overall plan.

Or at least not one that's ever really inspired me to take the slightest bit of interest in. There's vague stuff. Make shit better. Cheer people up. Try to learn a whole bunch of shit. Paint a self portrait. Build a house. But, overall, there's no "What does the human race do next?", plan. Once we solve war and crime and disease and travelling faster than light and giving everybody plenty food and clothes and shit that they need. What do we do next? Paint portraits of other people? Stick up a fucking conservatory?

I mean, sure, half of our species seems happy enough with that as a design for life and the other half are killing and dying to varying degrees of contentment or discontent. To be perfectly honest, unless someone comes up with something beyond that scope, something we could accomplish as a fully sentient biological team or coordinated units thereof, I'm basically happy enough to sit back and do my own thing, while the whole fucked up cacophony goes off around me.

When I say "perfectly happy" I mean, "given that there's no alternative" I can't help the nagging feeling that, if only the world was such and such a way, I could be actually perfectly happy. Literally. But what's the "such and such"? And how could you possibly effect the staggering level of change required to even get started? The world, the human realm, is a colossal machine, capable of fuck only knows what if it were working as one, well oiled unit but it's not.

A lot of it seems to be working against other bits. It's a rear diff more focussed on destroying the back wheels than helping them turn. Imagine a supercomputer where all the chips and circuits and resisters and capacitors all worked at different voltages, on purpose, just to piss the other ones off. It's ludicrous. But how the fuck do you make it any other way? And what do you do with it once you've got it ticking over in neutral?

Funny thing is I can't help thinking that if everyone shared the same answer to that last question, the machine might suddenly fix itself. I'm pretty sure I'd be happy as fuck to play my cog-part in something that was going to build something that fucking cool, yanno, if we were all working together. So maybe it's an easier fix than trying to solve all the little things and the big things and the meta things, one at a time, until hell freezes over most likely.

If anyone can think of what we're going to build or what we're going to do.

Anyone?

I can do the eskimo-roll! 

Both fuckin sides!!

Sea kayaking for 30-odd years and basically just got ninja fucking good at staying up. I can rescue, be rescued and rescue myself, also like a ninja but still ,there's always been that inconvenience factor which, on account of the awesome staying up skills aforementioned, has never really happened, to me at least. I've pulled a fair few dudes out the water in all sorts of shit but I've never been upside down myself when I wasn't fucking around.

There have, however, been occasions where I might not have had time to be rescued. I might have died. I kinda liked it. Just a guilty little bit. It was my skills on the line. Me v's the Atlantic - tame it or die. Fucker has teeth. Way out, where the tide and the swell and the wind kick up all fucked seven ways from hell. I've seen depth charges going off in the water, a couple of meters in from where I was fighting off ten footers coming in from the night before. They're called clapotis - wave coming in, smacks off the cliff, shoots up fifteen feet in the air then comes crashing back down with a massive splodey.

Next thing the wave bounces back out the way it came. The reflection. Shoots back out at pretty much the same size and lick that it came in and then smashes into the next big wave coming in. WHOOOSH! Srsly. Like in the comics. Get caught in that crap and who knows where you'll land. If it's not inside your boat, the right way up, real fucking soon, the next breaker is going to grind your shit against those rocks with an approximate pressure of - who the fuck knows - couple of tons prolly. Thing is your going to get pounded and you don't got a helmet on account of helmets are for pussies.

Thing is, now I got teh roll down I can head out looking for bigger, badder, more dangerous...

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Download the program that generated this at linky

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-berkshire-14897948

Maybe someone can explain to me either how it's going to work or why I'm wrong cos I been scratching my head for a few days now.

Okay so we have a bunch of rich, bent cunts sucking the marrow out of the bones of civilisation. To all intents and purposes it would appear they are committed to bleeding every last drop. If that's the case then what happens next? The way I see it the whole concept of economic currency is on the verge of becoming meaningless. Capitalism is in freefall, pretty soon the banks will all collapse and probably drag the countries and governments down with them, right?

So what do the tubes behind this think will happen next? Do they have a plan or is it a case of sawing off the branch they're sitting on. Right now they rely on the law to prevent people like me from smashing their skulls in and taking their shit and, trust me, for the ones right at the top of the pile the only thing that prevents me from doing just that is the risk of being thrown in jail.

So what happens when there's no cops to arrest me and no jails to throw me in? You have to pay cops. When there's not enough money left to do that what happens? Do they reinvent the barter economy and give the coppers sides of beef instead of pounds and pence? Is there something I'm missing? Maybe the global economy is somehow going to actually survive?

I'm looking forward to an insanely violent lulzfest - when do I get it?

Not sure if this is workable but I figured there might be a few on here who either know if it is or know people who do.

The problem: Dumb fucks phoning you up with some bizarre excuse to get your credit card details. I've always been of the opinion that anyone who falls for this shit pretty much deserves to get fleeced but it's still a pain in the ass having to pick up the phone and tell some bangladeshi twat to go fuck himself to death with a chainsaw. Those are seconds of my life that I'll never get back.

The solution: Maybe it's possible to set up some kind of spoof transaction server which, when activated, would fire a logic bomb in the general direction of their network? Not knowing how the credit card payment thing works I have no idea about the feasibility but the results would work twofold

1 - it'd take the cunts offline for a while and earn you a bit of peace from them

2 - after a while they might cotton on to the fact that every time they dial your number their computers all fall over and stop dialling the fucking number

I fucking hate these bastards, they insult my intelligence and they waste my time. Personally I blame call-center outsourcing, without that little diamond there'd be no telecoms infrastructure in these third world shitholes for the scammers to piggyback

Because most people are too fucking dumb to be trusted with any say whatsoever in how the world is run. Isn't it high time the smart fuckers took control? Stupidity as grounds for enslavement serves a dual purpose

1. Leave the intellectual elite with more free time on their hands

2. Prevent the stoopids doing stupid shit like having dumb fucking ideas, mass vetoing good ones and causing all manner of wars and bad teevee and shit

From people driving convertibles 

http://www.drunkduck.com/Opey_the_Warhead/4970676/

Just came across this on deviantart. It's just about messed up enough to appeal to me and I like the artwork too

Life is strife. You hate to suffer but you need it.

It's a catch 22 - everyone wants a better life for their kids but that's what turned us into a race of fat, weak, lazy whining fucks in the first place.

Then you die!

1984 and Brave New World. I've had lots of conversations where these two classics are juxtaposed. I prefer 1984 but that's just personal taste. I've read it dozens of times, always scares the shit out of me. What Winston goes through really tugs my heartstrings but that's an aside. I was bored at work the other day so I read BNW and I got to wondering - which is the most effective paradigm for controlling the masses? Both have real world parallels. Perhaps not as far gone as in the novels but you can see it if you choose to look.

Personally I can't see Big Brother's state ever getting that far without an uprising of some sorts but maybe...

Huxley's vision, on the other hand doesn't seem so far off. Western civilisation seems hell bent on swallowing as much soma as it can get hold of, in all of it's pharmaceutical and non-pharmaceutical guises.

Is one more practical than the other? Is a synthesis possible? It could be argued that there's crossover between the two author's visions to begin with. Newspeak and doublethink dovetail nicely into Huxley's civilisation. Likewise the rigidly enforced class structure.

If one were inclined to take the bull by the horns and put the finishing touches on the enslavement of humankind, which approach would be most effective?

Never seen this one before Kinda freaky

On a planet full of talking monkeys, so stupid they started shaving then had to invent clothes to stay warm, there is a tribe who set themselves apart. While all the others are hell bent on conforming to some vague notion of "the norm", desperately clinging to the belief that nothing has to change and everything can be made safe, constantly touting some idealistic utopia or other in the vain hope that life can be just fucking perfect, our tribe embraces the chaos, why?

It's not because we necessarily like it. Sure, sometimes it's funny to watch some idiotic ape-born masterplan fall apart under the frenzied onslaught of our Lady's talons but, just as often, the shit just aint funny. People get hurt, worse, the wrong people die. No, we embrace the bitch because we know that she's gonna be there, whether we like it or not. Trying to talk her out of anything is pissing into the wind and it's much more practical to stick nearby and keep an eye on whatever the fuck it is she's going to do next.

Plus that's usually where all the excitement is anyway. I'm an agnostic, that means there may or may not be a god or gods out there but, one thing I'm pretty fucking certain about is that none of the followers of any of these other deities are as serious about having fun in this life as we are. Some have mortgaged their life out, against a potential afterlife and/or rewards therein, others have bought into some con or other, masquerading as the Meaning of Life^tm, others still get so wrapped up in trying to stop their life from exploding around them that they end up missing the whole thing. But not so the followers of Eris.

Because we don't follow in the "have faith and the guys with the pointy hats will tell you what to do" sense. We follow in a much more "keep your head down and make sure she doesn't get wind of you" manner. We check out the casualties from a safe distance and we try to work out how to predict the next epicentre as we're doing it. What we don't get involved in is endeavouring to stop it. We do, however, recognise the hilarty that ensues when other monkeys attempt to do just that very thing. And we laugh among ourselves, and point and screech and hoot, in typical primate fashion.

Who's better off, us or them? Truth be told we're all equally fucked but hey, at least we aint pretending otherwise.

I don't know why this fact makes me happy but it does!!

Prove me wrong. Post the pinnacle of bugfuck ITT

Something possessed me to click on the drink aware website today. Apparently the recommended daily consumption (for men) is 3-4 units per day (about the equivalent of a couple of cans  )

So through the week I'm prolly going to have 5 or 6 cans a night and then maybe double that friday and saturday. Sometimes Sunday too. "Binge Drinking" is defined as

drinking more than double the daily recommended units of alcohol in one session.

So, by this token I'm Binge drinking monday-friday, chased down with double binges at the weekend. God help me if there's a party - I'm easy double that again.

Okay so it's prolly mostly propaganda and scaremongering but at the same time I was wondering why I'm tired and depressed pretty much all day every day until I get a beer in my hand so, in the interests of science I'm going to try and cut down a bit just to see if it actually kills me.

Wish me luck... 

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