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I hate that, some friend of mine posted a quote by Galileo that "You can't teach anyone anything, you can only help them find it within themselves"
I said "Umm, that quote is plainly false, for instance: A dog that is happy has a tendancy to wag it's tail to the right. Did you find that within yourself? Clearly not."
Apparently that was flaming, either than or Galileo is infallible
(March 19, 2011 at 2:36 am)Minimalist Wrote: Thank you for reminding me why I avoid Facebook as if it were the fucking plague. Far too many asswipes running around loose out there.
I don't know, for me Facebook is just boring. Anyway, you add as a friend or remove anyone you want. In the worst case, you don't add anyone :)))
Anyway, it seems I've never got to have many comments or something on things like Facebook. If I was a woman, I needed to throw off my cloths and get some pictures in sexy positions. But, if you're a man, I think it works best if you're full of money and start to brag - which is not my case, neither what I like to do.
Anyway, I think the great problem with Facebook is that I can't find people to appreciate the things I appreciate, so anything I fill my profile with, no one gives a damn :))).
(March 19, 2011 at 2:36 am)Minimalist Wrote: Thank you for reminding me why I avoid Facebook as if it were the fucking plague. Far too many asswipes running around loose out there.
I don't know, for me Facebook is just boring. Anyway, you add as a friend or remove anyone you want. In the worst case, you don't add anyone ))
Anyway, it seems I've never got to have many comments or something on things like Facebook. If I was a woman, I needed to throw off my cloths and get some pictures in sexy positions. But, if you're a man, I think it works best if you're full of money and start to brag - which is not my case, neither what I like to do.
Anyway, I think the great problem with Facebook is that I can't find people to appreciate the things I appreciate, so anything I fill my profile with, no one gives a damn )).
It works well enough as a pseudo-blog and as a way to lightly catch up with people. Though seeing three bazillion requests from farmville and its friends kills my mood like nothing else. I even doubtfully gave a few of the games/guizzes/whatevers a shot. Not worth it. Stick to MoO/Rift/Other-actual-video-games or real tests with meaningful results.
I think i deleted almost all of the offending 'friends'. The ones I left were because they actually say something meaningful every once in a while.
Alas, nobody plays MoO these days. It's almost enough to make me want to start a fan site for the game, but I'm not responsible enough (and I hate hassles/busywork). /sigh... someone should remake it in the glory of 2011 technology. And better balance the Psilon and Mrrshan for heaven's sake! Only time I see a weak Psilon is when I meet them early on and I leech off every single tech they gain just to not fall into oblivion and specifically set out to crush/cripple them immediately. Only time I see a strong Mrrshan is when I put it there.
(March 18, 2011 at 4:35 pm)Ubermensch Wrote: I can't help but feel that if Christianity were factually correct it wouldn't need people to apologise for it being wrong.
One person asked me: "So you're an apologist for atheism now??"
To which I replied: "Atheism doesn't need apologists. It's the default position. All others need all the explaining."
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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