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06/11/15, 22:03

Well, a good portion of that time is spent shilling his books and seminars.
she's been really triggered lately
06/11/15, 19:51

Of course not. It's a wilderness area. I dug a little hole (at least 6 inches) with a trowel and shit in that.
JWC Industrial Shredders Presents: The Machine That Creates Everything
06/11/15, 19:40

Also, EH. I'm not a professor; that title is earned. I don't want to be putting on airs or be arrogant. I only have a master's degree.

Please, call me "master."
JWC Industrial Shredders Presents: The Machine That Creates Everything
06/11/15, 19:38

"Stanislaw Lem" was actually a communist plot to infiltrate American science fiction and spread red propaganda. Obviously, one of the people on the Party committee that wrote "his" work spoke English.


Or, he had a really good translator.
Boogie Town
06/11/15, 14:34

Is battle dancing illegal because it leads to loose morals and drinking gin in honkey-tonks, or because it channels chi for destructive purposes?
she's been really triggered lately
06/11/15, 14:13

(clif bar wrapper crinkling noises)
she's been really triggered lately
06/11/15, 14:03

About... 6 or 7 hours in (I was trying to find a trail to another lake that may no longer exist, and just generally poking around) and about 3.5 out. 40 lb pack.
JWC Industrial Shredders Presents: The Machine That Creates Everything
06/11/15, 13:52

One day Trurl the constructor put together a machine that could create anything starting with n. When it was ready, he tried it out, ordering it to make needles, then nankeens and negligees, which it did, then nail the lot to narghiles filled with nepenthe and numerous other narcotics. The machine carried out his instructions to the letter. Still not completely sure of its ability, he had it produce, one after the other, nimbuses, noodles, nuclei, neutrons, naphtha, noses, nymphs, naiads, and natrium. 'This last it could not do, and Trurl, considerably irritated, demanded an explanation.

"Never heard of it," said the machine.

"What? But it's only sodium. You know, the metal, the element..."

"Sodium starts with an s, and I work only in n."

"But in Latin it's natrium."

"Look, old boy," said the machine, "if I could do everything starting with n in every possible language, I'd be a Machine That Could Do Everything in the Whole Alphabet, since any item you care to mention undoubtedly starts with n in one foreign language or another. It's not that easy. I can't go beyond what you programmed. So no sodium."

"Very well," said Trurl and ordered it to make Night, which it made at once - small perhaps, but perfectly nocturnal. Only then did Trurl invite over his friend Klapaucius the constructor, and introduced him to the machine, praising its extraordinary skill at such length, that Klapaucius grew annoyed and inquired whether he too might not test the machine.

"Be my guest," said Trurl. "But it has to start with n."

"N?" said Klapaucius. "All right, let it make Nature."

The machine whined, and in a trice Trurl's front yard was packed with naturalists. They argued, each publishing heavy volumes, which the others tore to pieces; in the distance one could see flaming pyres, on which martyrs to Nature were sizzling; there was thunder, and strange mushroom-shaped columns of smoke rose up; everyone talked at once, no one listened, and there were all sorts of memoranda, appeals, subpoenas and other documents, while off to the side sat a few old men, feverishly scribbling on scraps of paper.

"Not bad, eh?" said Trurl with pride. "Nature to a T, admit it!"

But Klapaucius wasn't satisfied.

"What, that mob? Surely you're not going to tell me that's Nature?"

"Then give the machine something else," snapped Trurl. "Whatever you like." For a moment Klapaucius was at a loss for what to ask. But after a little thought he declared that he would put two more tasks to the machine; if it could fulfill them, he would admit that it was all Trurl said it was. Trurl agreed to this, whereupon Klapaucius requested Negative.

"Negative?!" cried Trurl. "What on earth is Negative?" "The opposite of positive, of course," Klapaucius coolly replied. "Negative attitudes, the negative of a picture, for example. Now don't try to pretend you never heard of Negative. All right, machine, get to work!"

The machine, however, had already begun. First it manufactured antiprotons, then antielectrons, antineutrons, antineutrinos, and labored on, until from out of all this antimatter an antiworld took shape, glowing like a ghostly cloud above their heads.

"H'm," muttered Klapaucius, displeased. "That's supposed to be Negative? Well... let's say it is, for the sake of peace. . . . But now here's the third command: Machine, do Nothing!"

The machine sat still. Klapaucius rubbed his hands in triumph, but Trurl said: .

"Well, what did you expect? You asked it to do nothing, and it's doing nothing."

"Correction: I asked it to do Nothing, but it's doing nothing."

"Nothing is nothing!"

"Come, come. It was supposed to do Nothing, but it hasn't done anything, and therefore I've won. For Nothing, my dear and clever colleague, is not your run-of-the-mill nothing, the result of idleness and inactivity, but dynamic, aggressive Nothingness, that is to say, perfect, unique, ubiquitous, in other words Nonexistence, ultimate and supreme, in its very own nonperson!"

"You're confusing the machine!" cried Trurl. But suddenly its metallic voice rang out:

"Really, how can you two bicker at a time like this? Oh yes, I know what Nothing is, and Nothingness, Nonexistence, Nonentity, Negation, Nullity and Nihility, since all these come under the heading of n, n as in Nil. Look then upon your world for the last time, gentlemen! Soon it shall no longer be..."

The constructors froze, forgetting their quarrel, for the machine was in actual fact doing Nothing, and it did it in this fashion: one by one, various things were removed from the world, and the things, thus removed, ceased to exist, as if they had never been. The machine had already disposed of nolars, nightzebs, nocs, necs, nallyrakers, neotremes and nonmalrigers. At moments, though, it seemed that instead of reducing, diminishing and subtracting, the machine was increasing, enhancing and adding, since it liquidated, in turn: nonconformists, nonentities, nonsense, nonsupport, nears ightedness, narrowmindedness, naughtiness, neglect, nausea, necrophdia and nepotism. But after a while the world very definitely began to thin out around Trurl and Klapaucius.

"Omigosh!" said Trurl. "If only nothing bad comes out of all this . . ."

"Don't worry," said Klapaucius. "You can see it's not producing Universal Nothingness, but only causing the absence of whatever starts with n. Which is really nothing in the way of nothing, and nothing is what your machine, dear Trurl, is worth!"

"Do not be deceived," replied the machine. "I've begun, it's true, with everything in n, but only out of familiarity. To create however is one thing, to destroy, another thing entirely. I can blot out the world for the simple reason that I'm able to do anything and everything - and everything means everything - in n, and consequently Nothingness is child's play for me. In less than a minute now you will cease to have existence, along with everything else, so tell me now, Klapaucius, and quickly, that I am really and truly everything I was programmed to be, before it is too late."

"But -" Klapaucius was about to protest, but noticed, just then, that a number of things were indeed disappearing, and not merely those that started with n. The constructors were no longer surrounded by the gruncheons, the targalisks, the shupops, the calinatifacts, the thists, worches and pritons.

"Stop! I take it all back! Desist! Whoa! Don't do Nothing!!" screamed Klapaucius. But before the machine could come to a full stop, all the brashations, plusters, laries and zits had vanished away. Now the machine stood motionless. The world was a dreadful sight. The sky had particularly suffered: there were only a few, isolated points of light in the heavens - no trace of the glorious worches and zits that had, till now, graced the horizon!

"Great Gauss!" cried Klapaucius. "And where are the gruncheons? Where my dear, favorite pritons? Where now the gentle zits?!"

"They no longer are, nor ever will exist again," the machine said calmly. "I executed, or rather only began to execute, your order..."

"I tell you to do Nothing, and you... you..."

"Klapaucius, don't pretend to be a greater idiot than you are," said the machine. "Had I made Nothing outright, in one fell swoop, everything would have ceased to exist, and that includes Trurl, the sky, the Universe, and you - and even myself. In which case who could say and to whom could it be said that the order was carried out and I am an efficient and capable machine? And if no one could say it to no one, in what way then could I, who also would not be, be vindicated?"

"Yes, fine, let's drop the subject," said Klapaucius. "I have nothing more to ask of you, only please, dear machine, please return the zits, for without them life loses all its charm..."

"But I can't, they're in z," said the machine. "Of course, I can restore nonsense, narrowmindedness, nausea, neerophilia, neuralgia, nefariousness and noxiousness. As for the other letters, however, I can't help you."

"I want my zits!" bellowed Klapaucius.

"Sorry, no zits," laid the machine. "Take a good look at this world, how riddled it is with huge, gaping holes, how full of Nothingness, the Nothingness that fills the bottomless void between the stars, how everything about us has become lined with it, how it darkly lurks behind each shred of matter. This is your work, envious one! And I hardly think the future generations will bless you for it . . ."

"Perhaps... they won't find out, perhaps they won't notice," groaned the pale Klapaucius, gazing up incredulously at the black emptiness of space and not daring to look his colleague, Trurl, in the eve. Leaving him beside the machine that could do everything in n. Klapaucius skulked Home - and to this day the world has remained honeycombed with nothingness, exactly as it was when halted in the course of its liquidation. And as all subsequent attempts to build a machine on any other letter met with failure, it is to be feared that never again will we have such marvelous phenomena as the worches and the zits - no, never again.
she's been really triggered lately
06/11/15, 13:05

So, I just hiked 8 miles and 3005 ft of elevation to a little alpine lake in the Bitterroot mountains in Montana.
It was really nice. I plan to do much more strenuous stuff this summer, and I'm trying to get back in shape.

Did that trigger anyone?
How To Get A Bikini Body With Tess Holliday
06/10/15, 22:00

What was the problem that you went to a 12 step program for? Was it Boxxy?
06/10/15, 14:48

I would much rather hang out with The Bonglord.
How To Get A Bikini Body With Tess Holliday
06/10/15, 13:27

Actually, we should encourage both smoking and obesity. They die faster, so they're less drain on old-age care.

Uh, for serious now. Being an asshole to fat people is bad and unproductive, but I've seen a lot of junk science and bullshit coming from fat acceptance people claiming that being fat isn't really bad for you. I also don't feel like a bad person for not finding fat women all that attractive.
Why I don't trust any other car ever
06/10/15, 13:05

If you encounter resistance when backing up, you should really crank down on the gas pedal so you can get whatever it is you hit fully under your vehicle.
Motorcyclist scolds driver for texting at stoplight
06/07/15, 10:27

Well, I'll defer to your superior record keeping, Tovarishch Kartotekov.

Holy shit: that post. Literally longer than my master's thesis.

I would, however, like to point out that those are mostly Myth 2 people. Myth 2 people were jerks. The TFL* community was pretty convivial and chill. I played a beta of TFL, bought it the day it came out, and played obsessively for many years (well over 20,000 games.) I held the comet (#1) for a few weeks around 2004 and managed to stay around the top 20 for a long time, but quit playing rather than switch to M2 when TFL lost players. Because M2 players were petty dickheads. (also, no carpet bombing: WTF, Bungie?).

I do wish they'd make a decent reboot.

*The Fallen Lords, Myth 1. Not True Forced Loneliness. Though there may be some overlap.
13 Year Old Girl Commits Suicide After Dad Publicly Shames Her on Internet
06/07/15, 09:53

Motorcyclist scolds driver for texting at stoplight
06/07/15, 01:48

Surprisingly, he's normal-sized. But he does have a party hat.


Why, yes, I do keep file on all of you.
13 Year Old Girl Commits Suicide After Dad Publicly Shames Her on Internet
06/07/15, 01:21

Hey, let's not rush to judgement; we don't know the context.

This would be appropriate parenting if they were punishing her for slaying Philistines with the jawbone of an ass.
'Citizen journalist' exposes Army invasion of the US!
06/06/15, 18:49

The auteur is excitable, incoherent, and tireless in defending himself in the youtube comments.
Shia LaBeouf motivates Goku
06/06/15, 00:25

I'm happy with his stupid breakdown and clownish antics, just so long as he isn't in movies. But this isn't all that well done.
Waving bear gets a treat
06/06/15, 00:06

I apologize. I thought it was a wild bear, and these people were endangering themselves, the bear, and everyone the bear came in contract with by feeding it.

It's actually on a little private drive through zoo/park.

The owners of the park deserve mauling.

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