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We can't stop here, this is vagina country?

IT REALLY IS NOT THE VAGINA.

IT IS THE WAY THEY MOVE AND WALK AND TALK.

I agree with this 169.7%

Women make me stupid, and not just because I feel a need to get them into bed.  I mean, that's great and all, but even after sex, when there is not a single hormone left in my horribly withered and dessicated body, I am still a stunned bunny dumbass.  Because I love the hell out of women.  They are like a Rubens painting that can hold a conversation.

No, wait, that last bit isn't quite right, because they're not inanimate objects that have a semblance of humanity, and that wouldn't even be attractive at all.  I don't know how to explain this part.  Because women make me dumb.

I like guys, because they're hairy and smell like sweat and have dicks.

I don't know WHY this makes me like them, but there you have it.

This is probably the most unappealing description of my gender I can think of boiled down to a sentence. I won't debate it, but that's not what I like.

Well, really, you CAN'T debate it. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_gustibus_non_est_disputandum

I tend towards androgynous men. I like androgyny in women too, but it's not a preference that's as strong in heterosexual attraction.

...I was attracted to girlfriendo because she has kind eyes.  Eyes are a big thing. 
She has been subsequently shown to have a kind (and sexy) everything else.
...I appreciate that I'm nuts and nuts in a way that makes me very difficult to be around.  She puts up with that.
  I am very grateful and probably far luckier than I deserve to have her in my life.

...Okay, done.  Y'all can vomit now...

What is is about man smell that makes you go crazy?

No, not gross dirty BO smell, man smell, that smell. You know what I mean, I know Nigel knows.

Mmmmm, man-musk. Makes me want to get all up in there.

Ok, that makes a little more sense. I'm a hairy, sweaty guy. I find that unappealing, probably because I'm a hairy, sweaty guy. Whenever I sweat I smell like my dad. Which, obviously, is really unappealing to me in a variety of ways and makes me want to jump in the shower ASAP, but which Villager happens to like.

Fresh guy sweat is awesome. 
...I also find fresh girl sweat and the sweat smell of other assorted genders awesome.

...However, if the oils have been on your skin long enough to get rancid, you just stink, no matter what gender you happen to be.

And they were still trying to do 75 on the highway and illegal lane changes to go around slower drivers and OOPS THERE'S THE MEDIAN.

...I got to see that a week ago...we had one rather unimpressive ice storm and a fuckton of wrecks.
Houstonians would rather potentially kill themselves and/or other Houstonians than actually drive to conditions.

Hey, if anyone linked this before, apologies...
http://www.amazon.com/review/R3LCQAPZW6SI3M/ref=cm_cr_dp_title?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B00B5YRV7U&channel=detail-glance&nodeID=3760901&store=hpc

There's nothing I could really say to make this any easier. I wish there was.
I'll say "I'm so sorry."
I know how lame that sounds when someone you care about just offed themselves, though.

...No thanks; I'm saving it up for the girlfriend.

In a way, it IS boring. People doing shit like yanking food away from little kids and throwing it in the trash is STANDARD now. It's TEDIOUS.

"Oboy, the sun is up. More horror. Wahoo."

Especially considering the recent proposal to link FOOD STAMP BENEFITS to school performance. 

wat

http://openstates.org/tn/bills/108/SB132/documents/TND00018127/

Yeah, because starving them is sooo going to help academic performance, right?

Aaaaaaand a friend is about to lose his 3 year battle with cancer in a matter of days. Shit went south this week and they took him off treatments and put him on comfort meds as of today. That's it.

Fuck cancer. Jesus fucking Christ.

Jeez.   

Most doctors are more rational then this bill.

This is Alabama we are talking about.

http://www.montgomeryadvertiser.com/article/20131218/PROGRESS03/312180013/Editorial-Governor-s-refusal-expand-medicaid-makes-no-sense

Governor Robert Bentley refused Medicaid expansion money.  Is a retired doctor.

Thanks and thanks everyone.
Here's hoping inspiration will smack me in the back of the head more often.

My marriage was something I never wanted to end. I really tried hard to make it work.
Divorce is a shitfest, and I'm sorry you get to go through it too.

Ah, finally, there it is.

I do apologize for bleeding emo whining onto the board. You freaks are my most solid social connection, so you will have to suffer the occasional outburts when I am low. I feel I contribute enough otherwise to warrant and bit of leeway.

It is worth it. For me anyway.

It all comes down to this precise moment. Right here and now, I can finally feel freedom again.

You see, it's easy to see life as a game in which YOU, the player, must acquire as many HAPPY points as you can. Surely, your primate brain desires those love combinations of chemicals that the rat's nest of your mind recognizes as HAPPY and, likey, GOODSOCIAL STANDING. When your mate bails, well, your primate brain feels quite a bit lowered in social standing.

There must be some reason, yeah?

Or perhaps some other awful thing happens to you. Granted, life is more than capable of throwing more awful your way than you are capable of dealing with. It is imprtant to remember that no matter how much bad, good, or HAPPY you have, this is always a distinct possibility.

Some THING could happen today, or tomorrow that wrecks you beyond repair. Or, at least, puts a deep dent in your self

It's best not to be arrogant about such things. You don't have to count yourself lucky, but it does not hurt to be grateful for the days in which you are merely miserable and not in a state of abject torture, humiliation, or similar.

And yet....I am often trapped in conversation with resolute optimists. They will often say something along the lines of:

"Well, you have to enjoy the HAPPY you get."

Yes. This is true. And why not?

HOWEVER, that is missing half of the very important equation. You will NOT be HAPPY all the time. In fact, even if you don't expexperience deep, abiding horror that rips your mind to tatters, there will be moment of such equisite, delicate, nuances PAIN. Internal, external, bloody, meaty. It will fill your whole being the same way the HAPPY comes flooding in.

Now, I am not saying anyone should actively persue such pain.

But, it will find you anyway. What to do about it?

I say, from the seat of My Discordia, relish it. Savor the power of that exquisite, profound pain. It is a part of being human. And intregal and core component that drives people to murder, art, conquest, suicide, insight, love, war, ingenuity, and so much more.

More to the point, it is a beautiful thing. The same way a gaping, magma-filled chasm is a beautiful thing. It will destroy your weakand frail body, mind, and soul....given the chance.

But if you can, for a moment, step back and just behold it without assigning meaning or purpose...you can witness something that no one else can understand. Or maybe they can, but they cannot see it the way that you do in that moment in time. That tiny speck of reality that you inhabit...would you forsake it? Would you forsake your one and only true birthright, the brutal truth of being a highly self aware mammal?

No matter how much I have hurt, do hurt, will hurt...

ever since I found Discordia, I can watch that hurt, in all its delicacy, and be amazed at the miracle that is my small and mostly useslless, and certainly soon to be forgotten existence.

Your pain, mine, all of ours, is something to behold, to hold, to cherish. Because it is a fascet of your life that cannot be undone, and should not be.

So, this night, as I come so close to the, and I am sorry if I oversuse the word but it is perfect, exquisiteness of my own pain, I can only smile, then laugh, safe and secure in the knowledge that I, while living, truly live. And there will never be another time quite like this.

Like art, cast forever into impermanence, beautiful for a moment. I feel, perhaps correctly, perhaps not, the winding gears of thing cosmos reflected in a relatively small batch of chemicals assaulting my brain.

And I cannot live with regret.

...

...'Scuse me, it suddenly got very dusty in here...

At least my nightmares are politely fantastical. I think my brain would jump out my ear if they were like this.

Nightmares are God handing you scary movies for free.

Never did like scary movies. Too loud. All that screaming.

Point.  My sleeping brain has no volume control.

I can smell things in my sleep that I can't smell when I'm awake. Sleeping brains are assholes.

Or awake brains are lazy underachievers.  I think everyone should see in waking life what I see when I'm sleeping.

I believe that's what haldol was made to keep from happening...

Nice verizon lady:
"We can give you a tv-internet package for $99"
Me:
"I hate TV.  I don't own a TV"
Nice verizon lady:
"Well, if you ever change your mind, we could do that for you."
Me:
"I'll keep it in mind."

...Verizon is the only provider in this area; other options include nobody, nobody, and satellite...

1) Purslane also tastes good as a succulent.  And it's like a freakin' weed in New England.  You can find that stuff growing out of sidewalks.

Yup.  It is one tough-ass plant.  The thought of eating bronchodilators as a salad green is pretty swell...
I've noted what seems to be positive effect from turmeric, beets,  and white tea....reminds me, must drink white tea...
Of course caffeine opens lungs up too. MMM, coffeeeee....

Thanks for heads-up.  I hadn't heard of the guy.  Just felt I get too science-daily dependent.

Checking sources is kind of the first step, not something you do if there's time.

It's not easy, of course.  The interbutt supermarket is basically one gigantic disinformation machine...A fact we as Discordians do not use to our advantage nearly enough.

...Any ideas on that latter?
I skimmed article, thought it described mechanism sufficiently.  Had not heard of quackiness of the guy.  Now I know...

Here's some evidence that stress can work the other way, causing bacterial disruption; and thence immune disruption...:

researchers demonstrated that psychological stress causes almost immediate changes to the gut bacterial population, and that some of these affected sub-populations strongly influence the effect that stress has on immunity. In the study, the researchers exposed mice to social disruption, which is known to cause increases in circulating cytokines ('hormones of the immune system), which themselves induce enhanced reactivity in the immune system.

...
...And the immune disruption can cause brain disruption indirectly...

Furthermore, we can now see, that stress, via its effect on gut bacteria, and hence the immune system (IL-6) can change brain function. We know this because IL-6 activates a certain enzyme (IDO), which actually 'steals' or syphons-off tryptophan from its normal metabolic pathway ( ie conversion into serotonin and then melatonin) and instead converts it into chemicals that increase activity of glutamate (in depression) at an excitatory-and some times toxic- receptor (NMDA) in the brain. The result of all of this is increased depression, anxiety, and reduced memory.

http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/health-matters/201104/mood-gut-bacteria-and-the-immune-system