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Great find. He really explained the situation quite well.
I'd like to see his criticisms, good and bad, of this situation.

Personally I feel that we wont stop at giving the job of transferring data to computers like the author pointed out, but we'll surrender almost, if not, all of our "knowledge" to the machines.

I love you guys

I wasn't making any references to anyone's Ego, or their salt. So chill out.
I refuse to be held to standards I don't understand, thanks but no thanks.

My life is interesting enough without having to experiment with other people. Again, thanks but no thanks.


Now could someone please explain this to me? I'm perplexed.

There were no windows! Oxygen man! You're fucked without it 

I have to commend you all, this is a wonderful endeavor. And perhaps the opportunity should be taken again. We could really ground these people.

Lollipops. Small, portable, suck on them for an hour. Adds some sweetness in life. But not too many, you don't want to give these guys dental problems. Look what happened when troops in Vietnam got ciggies.

Body wipes, we find them useful, imagine how they'd feel with them.

I'd physically add something to a future shipment, but it'd take a week for a package to travel from Ireland to America.

Hey guys. I'm new, so I guess you should be aware of the sort of person I am. So I'll tell the following story, which is going to be featured in my current Novel, a work in progress, following the next year of my life in a narrative format.

I boarded a train. A horrible yoke. Pretty much a steel tube with panes of glass. Purchased from France, courtesy of the EU grants given to us in exchange for our collective soul. In essence, a green-house that flies through the countryside at 70 miles an hour. And it was a very sunny day. The EU has deemed that windows on trains are a hazard to our welfare - so they wont sell us anything but windowless trains. It's like being in a plane, stuck to the ground, and is 10 times slower but somehow twice as expensive.

I digress...

There were two young girls sitting across from me, no older than 13, watching "40 Year Old Virgin" on a portable DVD player. I was horrified, I wanted to know where were these kids parents!

At some point in the journey, I felt comfortable enough to trust those around me to watch my shit, I went to the jax. A closet-size toilet. And took a piss. I had a bit of a leak issue, so I reached for the bog roll, but I couldn't find the end to pull on through the dispenser slot. So I opened up the dispenser shell to find the end of the roll, not realising nothing was holding it in place. The train made an irregular bump, and a shaken-sideways motion, and the bog roll hopped out and right into the jax. In a way, that's the only place it could have fallen. But I freaked! So I plucked it out, took a few layers off of it so only a quarter of the roll was wet. And placed it on TOP of the dispenser. I went looking for an employee, as I'm a huge fan of a well-run business and maintaining standards. But none was to be found. So I sat back down, and figured it wouldn't be such a big deal.

The train bumped again, and one of the girls across from me spilled some coke on their table, and went to get toilet roll to wipe it up. I didn't realise until she came back and began to use it, what she had gotten up for. So I didn't caution her.
So she began to use the toilet roll, and then Ayn Rand appeared to me across my table and told me this is no longer a commercial matter, it's now a personal hygiene issue, and it was in the hands of this girl. And to stop her would be Altruistic and would shield her from the consequences of her own choices. I said "Gee, thanks for that excuse Ayn", Rand morphed back into the single mother sitting across from me and asked "huh?"
Not only did this little girl wipe up the coke, but she also decided to rub the toilet roll all over the table. And then rub some more. She'd hold it in her hand for a moment. Drop it. Rub her face. Pick Pringles out of her molars, and fiddle with her personal possessions, the tissue remained at the end of their table for 2 hours.
The sheer audacity of her behaviour, pissy tissue or no, warped my mind for the rest of the day. Sticky, germ infested tissue, lovely! Let's rub it all over the place.

Content in my conservatism, I sat back smirking to myself for the remaining 3 and a half hours of my journey.


That's my dark side. What's yours look like?

Oh man. Brilliant. Don't freeze this channel dude, this could be a best-seller.

I especially hated the bit near the end, when he waited until he was malnourished, out of rice and other stocked food, before he decided to venture out and see if any plants were edible ... That's just braindead stupid.

A comedy, is it? 

Dexter was successful through weird success...

Norton was 'successful' (for varying definitions of the term) because he imposed his reality upon everyone else and got them to play along.

As far as I'm concerned, they're both great Discordian archetypes

This answer makes sense to me

Well I'll be adding "Grow up, manboy" movies to my list on the blog post. For me this mindfuck thing has the exact purpose of "Grow up, manboy"

I'll download all of these titles y'all are suggesting. Nothing I love more than finding new movies, thank you. We could also build some cool movie lists.

What have you guys made of "The Men Who Stare At Goats"?

Wicked, DSH is getting attention. 
Now bow before the exemplary literature!

I found that torrent about 2 weeks ago. Fantastic collection. My connection is shit, so I've only got One Hour Photo yet. Great inspiration for the list.

If anyone would like a Demonoid invitation code, let me know, I have a few saved up.