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i dont know many happy idiots who die comfortably


yall ever talk to a old person whose kids started fighting over their inheritance while he/she was still alive?

Hell yeah, I'm with you there. When ever I hear about some idiot getting depressed about shit that I can't help thinking is their own fault for buying into or being unable to deal with some delusional byproduct of the machine, I get to thinking I'm the lucky one. It's more those smiley happy, living in a dreamworld of tv talkshows and christian revial meetings - types I'm thinking of here. These people enjoy their life in complete ignorance of what's really going on. I'm not saying some of them aren't suicidally depressed at times but I'm sure there are some who go from cradle to grave just grinning inanely and being extra nice to people.

I'm just sorta mulling the question over in my mind. From the original 'your fucked' point of view that LMNO posted. I've often wondered if I'd have been better off not knowing the things I know. Like cypher in the matrix - "You know, I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss."

Upshot is I'm going to die at the end of it and, up til then, there's no real meaning that I can discern. Would being a happy idiot be preferable to a tormented wiseman? Course the question is academic - once you open the doors there's no closing the buggers.

I'm thinking this whole debat ecan be solved by examining the question - If you prick an ignoramus do they feel real pain?

What is bliss? Contentment? Happiness? - retarded kids can smile - are they really happy or some pale retard imitation?

The basic argument for me remains as follows:


How is your favorite band going to make money if they can't sell their music?  I don't really give a rat's ass about the record company's "take", or the fact that each album only gives a few pennies to the artist.  Record companies decide if an artist will make more albums dependent on how much money they have made or lost on their last album.  An artist is in debt to the company until they "recoup" the money they spent on the album through sales of the album, not merchendise*.  If the comany feels that the band is a financial risk, they will not put up the money for a second album.

So, every song you steal from your favorite artist hampers them from making more of the music you love.  Especially considering that the artists you probably like are obscure and have tenuous deals in the first place.

That's my whole ethos - if I feel they deserve a donation I'll give it. I just paid 30bucks for medieval 2 total war (i'd already been playing it for a week from a copy I downloaded), that's my contribution to rome2 or whatever the next one is called. I basically award the best bands, games devs and filmmakers every month or two with a donation. I aint gonna go bankrupt paying for everything I watch, play or listen to so that's how I do it. Like I already said- if you have a problem with this then have a nice problem - it aint mine.

I have a vague laymans grasp of law, so far it's been enough to keep me out of jail but that's as far as my interest goes. My interpretation of the phrase intellectual property is that it pertains to ownership of ones thoughts and ideas, taken to be treated in the same sense as objects. My point being that I was not guilty of stealing an object when I downloaded a film, game or mp3.

I'm sure you've heard this argument to death but just in case I'll reiterate for the cheap seats - I buy media occasionally. Sometimes I want to try something out or give it a listen. If I play it once and then delete it cos it sucks I don't see that as theft - I see it as avoiding paying good money for something that either sucks completely or is 'not my cup of tea' Regardless. If it wasn't available to 'steal' the chances are I'd have never bothered paying for it anyway.

Then theres' prohibitively expensive software like photoshop, xsi and the like which I use a lot but couldn't justify spending that kind of cash on. They've priced themselves out the market as far as I'm concerned so I nick it. If they want to reduce the price to around 20-40 quid I'll quite happily part with my buck because it's worth that to me. Economically it makes more sense to rip off rather than be ripped off (as I see it) so that's what I do. There's a moral issue but fortunately for me I'm not really big on moral conventions.

Property is theft. Intellectual property is intellectual theft. Fuck everyone from the corporate fat cats to the not exactly starving artists. I steal their ideas and digital copies of those ideas. Same with the software companies and the motion picture association. I wouldn't steal a car because it's too easy to get caught but stealing something that doesn't exist and doesn't go missing is the perfect crime. Catch me if you can.

[every god damn day.]

It's funnier if it doesn't get resurrected every god damn day.

Zombie thread not meant to be funny. Meant to be resurrected  :-D

First time I did it I'd never heard of it. Spent the next couple of days trying to explain it to people but it didn't make sense. I was running with a coupe of my mates, through the english corridor at school when I suddenly realised I wasn't at school anymore. I was about 18 by this point. I pretty quickly sussed out I was dreaming and decided to test it by opening a cupboard door, whilst anticipating a field of golden wheat behind it. Don't ask me why I thought of that and not cameron diaz's home-dungeon, I kinda thought the same thing when I woke up but sure enough there was a field behind the door and the last thing I remember is running into it, pissing myself laughing.

Second time was years later when I'd found out about it and read some stuff. I was in some bizarre kind of race where me and a bunch of folks were in some kinda bizarre race in gated pallet trucks, through a huge redwood forest. "Why the fuck are there redwoods, I never been out of scotland?" I thought to myself, then I sussed it out. I climbed a tree, stepped onto a wooden platform, high in the canopy, and picked up the les paul that was leaning on the stand next to the amp. I heard the devils rubbery wings flapping as he descended to land behind me, while I was kneeling down, plugging the jack into the guitar. Time to cut heads, like in the movie Crossroads, but with better special effects.

Third time I was in some kind of post apocalyptic slum of burning wreckages that had once been houses. Kinda reminded me of london during the blitz. I'd been in this same scenario for what seemed like ages, constantly gaining lucidity, only to lose it moments later when something caught my attention. I remember clearly, whilst not lucid, complaining to some dude I'd met in one of the squats, that I was really into the idea of lucid dreaming but couldn't do it reliably. (this was my subconscious rubbing my nose in it) He turned and looked at me like he was totally pissed of and roared "That's because you cant control it yet!" at me. That was funny as hell when I woke up.

I've managed to lucid dream exactly 3 times in my life. Once, the first time, by accident and twice whilst trying. If this stuff helps with dream recall I need some. I can only find vegtable form for sale on the net. Any idea where I could look for seeds?

Awesome story too. Where you going to go with it? Have you had any interesting conversations in there?

but is that really the case? what if some emo kid who is totally unhappy with himself starts *thinking* for a change, ok so he finds out some horrible troofs, but if he did it right, at least he is no emo kid anymore.

Attachment to ego mostly scares them out of it. Fear of not being 'the real me' after it. Realisation that there is no 'real you' is liberating but how to convince someone that incinerating who they are is a good thing. I can remember being there. Even as a Rebel^tm I was buying into another con. It was by sheer luck, in the form of an unexpected psychological cataclysm, brought on by extreme changes in brain chemistry, that I stumbled through the exit, barely realising it had happened. Otherwise I'd prolly still have been grazing on a Government inc. approved meme diet to this day. Thank god for insanity!

I couldn't get over how much the singers eyes and whiny facial expression reminded me of Lars Ulrich - another whiny fuck.

I wonder about the fucked part sometimes. Ignorance actually is bliss. The doors of perception, once opened, can seem like a blessing and a curse at times but until you open them nothings really wrong in the reality you make for yourself.

less apathy and more just feeling "upset and oppressed without justifiable reason"

but hey, the english language is unique, in that, we take something from each and every language...and then we rape it until it's an empty shell of a linguistic component, and leave it to wander the side of the highway in ripped undergarments with the rest of our victims..

That so applies to our religion too. Expect to be plagiarised and distorted beyond all recognition in 3 .. 2 .. 1

My theory is that 'noob' sounds so derogatory because it sounds like 'boob'

It stands to reason that beneath a noob requires an even more derogatory connotation, maybe a Nitty or an Narsehole

"Nunt".

We have a winner - please to be referring to single figure noobs as nunts from now on.

policy is being decided along incorrect interpretations of 2000 year old fairy tales. 

I'll have that onn a teeshirt please.