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[Martial arts]

Some things I like to do aside from the computer (not that I've had the inclination lately, but still):

Martial arts - combines exercise with some socialization, but a strong emphasis on individual achievement.  Plus it's fun to hit people.
Shooting - pistols, rifles, bows, whatever.  Guns make loud noises, which is always a laugh, but bows let you pretend you're some kind of elf prancing around the forest and shit.
Music - Usually singing and playing my guitar, but in the past I've played bass in lousy bands, euphonium in marching band, and trumpet in grade school.  It's all good for escapism, and for the pleasure one gets from knowing one is doing something "artistic".  
Walking - Seriously!  I love taking long walks.  I don't know what it is, but a good walk of at least a half-hour is wonderful for rejuvenation and clearing of the mind.  
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YMMV.

hmm yeah i should start walking again. i was considering taking up the Navaho Flute. my dad plays it occasionally, it sounds pretty cool. i don't think i'd like doing the guitar thing, plus they're expensive. karate was something else i was thinking of, but i was afraid that it was too late for me to start (16) or does age not really matter? well anyway, thanks for
the suggestions.

edit: forgot to ask, what's YMMV stand for?

YMMV == Your Milage May Vary

It's never too late to take up a Martial Art. I know this guy that I do Tae Kwon Do with, he started at 48, he's now a Second Degree (and is older, of course!).

Yay for Walking as well!

1:  War.  Lots of War.

There has never, in the entire history of mankind, been a war that ended with fewer people on this planet than before it started.

We, as a species, are not the most prolific fuckers [using that noun in the "people who fuck" sense, not the "people/things" sense], but we are certainly better at making people than we are at destroying them, and have been for quite some time.

I wear sneakers to
protect me from the
stones I do not wish
to bear. I carry
sunglasses to keep
what I do not wish
to see at bay. I
use headphones so I
don't listen to you.
I have beliefs to
keep me from thinking
about unpleasant
things. I have ideas
to protect me from
facts I do not like.
I love everyone
to quell the ill will
of the self and its
fear and weaknesses.
I have a jacket,
so the wind may not
touch me. I have a
poem so you can not.

I just finished this poem, and it will be going in the first issue of Gracies Dinnertime Theatre, RIT's alternative weekly magazine (of which I am an editor) this fall.

It is my first (non-haiku) attempt at metered poetry. There are 23 lines, each with 5 sylables.

seek ye unto confusion, for within its heart lay what the fuck is really going on.


the meaning of this is hidden.

seek ye unto confusion, for within its heart lay what the fuck is really going on.

Hidden there!

Nice. Some grammar issues. Are you planning on tacking more onto it?

But Aliens came and Fucked the Monkey

They fucked the monkey.

Every year myself and my alter-egoes give out, among many other awards, the Tin Phallus Award for the biggest cocksucker in American politics. Past winners have been Admiral Poindexter, President Bush, Ken Starr, etc. That being said, we are proud to award THIS year's Tin Phallus to Senator RICK SANTORUM! For being the most amazing queer-hating politician I think we have right now. His erm...valiant attempts to make sure that marriage stays between one man and one woman and for giving us delightful MonstersUndertheBeds stories about what Gay Marriage will do to society. (Encourage incest and beastiality, turn all of our children into crackheads. Gay marriage will rape your mother and sell hardcore pornography to your baby sister, will bring hellfire and brimstone pouring from the sky, raise your taxes, mutilate cattle, milk your cats, etc.)

Congrats Rick, for being such as asshole. Now lets show ya what gay men like to do to assholes. *shoves the award up his ass. applause for rick as he walks offstage with a funny gait.*

But this guy's already got a lot of press, thanks to Dan Savage.

But yeah, boobs make nice pillows.

Truer words have never been spoken.

Why of course I don't think for myself and simply agree with others. You would too if you were as sleepy as I.

I have known too many women too well to ever have a high opinion of my fellow man.

Though I disagree with many of the methods he espouses, I share Rog's disgust with society and his desire to watch it burn to the ground...

Fuck you, fuck Roger and fuck the souless existence you rode in on. While you may live in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Discourteous, there exist damn good people in this world and I, for one, have yet to give up striving to be counted in their ranks.

I have also known a number of women (can one ever know too many?) and they are the ones that constantly remind me that humanity is worth living for.

Give up if you want but don't think for a moment that the rest of us are coming with you.

Where do you get off talking about your, "fellow man" as if they weren't the same as you? Roger does it too. Realise that you're just the same as they are -- you have it in your power to beat women and kids. You don't. Roger doesn't. Hell, Roger even picked Cheryl up off the street when she had nowhere to turn and he had no other reason for caring. Do you really need more evidence that humanity is worth something?

But Guido... in their path is more fire! And fire is pretty....

That said: Amen, good sir.

Does my fondness for boobs, and my proud statement to such effect, make me anti-woman, or anti-feminist, just plain crude or does it just mean I'm not an ass man?

I believe the answer to that question depends both on why you like boobs, as well as what kind of boobs you prefer.

What's the point of a board game?

I have decided that I simply cannot deal with the people that might be called "normal" in our society. This news saddens me, for I make my love of all a point of pride, and it has made this more difficult. You know the type: reaching and grabbing for normalcy and order as though it was their mother's own teat, but rather than giving life, it gives a kind of living death, that can only be continued by more normal-worship.

Granted, I feel the same way about the people who totally give into chaos as well. Why, yes, the fire will burn you, just as surely as the ice will trap our good friends the anerists.

It is my firm belief that it is a mistake to hold firm beliefs

Didn't Malcom, in one of the later Jurrassic Park books (you know, when M. C. brought him back from the dead because Speilberg didn't have the balls to kill Jeff Goldblum (would you?)), say something to the effect of on the edge of the fire of chaos and the ice of stagnation is the only place where innovation and life can occur. And he was a Chaos Theorist (as he was keen to point out).

I felt I was going somewhere with this, but really, I just wanted to take a nap, and I couldn't with all this bile in my head.

are you even possible?

Do you even know what to believe?

the giver is a classic example of the bound binding people.

you were born bound, ever since you had your sexual organs. cut them off and become unbound!

Um no... eunuchs are not my idea of a fun weekend.

Dude, chicks dig eunichs!

Or thats what they tell me on /.
...
Oh wait! Unix!!!

Unbound: Did you enjoy becoming a nullo?