In the SST forum, users are free to discuss philosophy, music, art, religion, sock colour, whatever. It's a haven from the madness of Bulldrek; alternately intellectual and mundane, this is where the controversy takes place.
I was considering making a Bulldrek Facebook group, but then I realised that there might not be that many bulldrekkers on Facebook. I know Tease is there, but who else is there?
There is then a need to guard against a temptation to overstate the economic evils of our own age, and to ignore the existence of similar, or worse, evils in earlier ages. Even though some exaggeration may, for the time, stimulate others, as well as ourselves, to a more intense resolve that the present evils should no longer exist, but it is not less wrong and generally it is much more foolish to palter with truth for good than for a selfish cause. The pessimistic descriptions of our own age, combined with the romantic exaggeration of the happiness of past ages must tend to setting aside the methods of progress, the work of which, if slow, is yet solid, and lead to the hasty adoption of others of greater promise, but which resemble the potent medicines of a charlatan, and while quickly effecting a little good sow the seeds of widespread and lasting decay. This impatient insincerity is an evil only less great than the moral torpor which can endure, that we with our modern resources and knowledge should look contentedly at the continued destruction of all that is worth having. There is an evil and an extreme impatience as well as an extreme patience with social ills.
There is then a need to guard against a temptation to overstate the economic evils of our own age, and to ignore the existence of similar, or worse, evils in earlier ages. Even though some exaggeration may, for the time, stimulate others, as well as ourselves, to a more intense resolve that the present evils should no longer exist, but it is not less wrong and generally it is much more foolish to palter with truth for good than for a selfish cause. The pessimistic descriptions of our own age, combined with the romantic exaggeration of the happiness of past ages must tend to setting aside the methods of progress, the work of which, if slow, is yet solid, and lead to the hasty adoption of others of greater promise, but which resemble the potent medicines of a charlatan, and while quickly effecting a little good sow the seeds of widespread and lasting decay. This impatient insincerity is an evil only less great than the moral torpor which can endure, that we with our modern resources and knowledge should look contentedly at the continued destruction of all that is worth having. There is an evil and an extreme impatience as well as an extreme patience with social ills.
DV8 wrote:
Of all the non-regulars that showed up, he was probably the most fun.
Yes, until you needed to get back to Fox Lake, and he turns in his seat, tells you we're lost, have no fuel, and that he is some sort of hardened criminal, and then lights a blunt.
DV8 wrote:
Of all the non-regulars that showed up, he was probably the most fun.
Yes, until you needed to get back to Fox Lake, and he turns in his seat, tells you we're lost, have no fuel, and that he is some sort of hardened criminal, and then lights a blunt.
This part wasn't so much fun
Really? That I never heard about...
<font color=#5c7898>A high I.Q. is like a jeep. You'll still get stuck; you'll just be farther from help when you do.
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DV8 wrote:
Of all the non-regulars that showed up, he was probably the most fun.
Yes, until you needed to get back to Fox Lake, and he turns in his seat, tells you we're lost, have no fuel, and that he is some sort of hardened criminal, and then lights a blunt.
This part wasn't so much fun
Really? That I never heard about...
Vralkie and Sam went to do "laundry" and they started driving in a "random" direction, only for Vralkie to say that his car is nearing the end of the fuel reserves and that he doesn't have the foggiest where they are. Hey then proceeds to tell her how he's on probation for beating up his step-dad, and then he lights one up. Personally, I think they were knocking boots somewhere in those grainfields and this is just a silly and unnecessary excuse.
Real life quotes, courtesy of the PetsHotel:
"Drop it, you pervert!"
"Ma'am? Ma'am! You are very round."
"It's a hump-a-palooza today."
"Everybody get away from the poop bucket!"
DV8 wrote:Personally, I think they were knocking boots somewhere in those grainfields and this is just a silly and unnecessary excuse.
...I did eventually get back, and laden with clean washing....and refused to get into any other car for the rest of the trip...and noted your total lack of concern that I was missing for six hours with a felon.
DV8 wrote:Personally, I think they were knocking boots somewhere in those grainfields and this is just a silly and unnecessary excuse.
...I did eventually get back, and laden with clean washing....and refused to get into any other car for the rest of the trip...and noted your total lack of concern that I was missing for six hours with a felon.
A felon? Nah, just a bit of a screwed up kid with cool hair.
Heavy_D wrote:I still would've liked to be at that particuar Gathering....now all of it is like an urban legend for me
I agree on that one. Though I'm content with the fact that I was present at the virgin Gathering, aka Destroying Brineshrimp's Home and Reputation more than he already had.
Screw liquid diamond. I want to be able to fling apartment building sized ingots of extracted metal into space.
Christ....you almost shoot some old lady washing dishes with a water gun and get branded forever. It's not my fault every damn house looked exactly the same.
<font color=#5c7898>A high I.Q. is like a jeep. You'll still get stuck; you'll just be farther from help when you do.
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Cash wrote:Who did that? I just remember the Moving Fence of Doom?
You made a bit of an unlucky jump over a fence, and on the other side there were two black dogs. Not sure what type they were, but they were big. You managed a very deft jump back over the fence once you'd spotted those dogs, though.
Cash wrote:Who did that? I just remember the Moving Fence of Doom?
You made a bit of an unlucky jump over a fence, and on the other side there were two black dogs. Not sure what type they were, but they were big. You managed a very deft jump back over the fence once you'd spotted those dogs, though.
Fear is a mightly fine motivator.
<font color=#5c7898>A high I.Q. is like a jeep. You'll still get stuck; you'll just be farther from help when you do.
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I finally gave in, because I realized that, by so seldom checking Animalball, I was missing my dosage of Vitamin Joasia. So I just friended the fuck out of a large number of you. Anyone I missed, please, feel free to invite me.
I don't think I've ever been invited on a social network, come to think of it. I wonder why that is?
There is then a need to guard against a temptation to overstate the economic evils of our own age, and to ignore the existence of similar, or worse, evils in earlier ages. Even though some exaggeration may, for the time, stimulate others, as well as ourselves, to a more intense resolve that the present evils should no longer exist, but it is not less wrong and generally it is much more foolish to palter with truth for good than for a selfish cause. The pessimistic descriptions of our own age, combined with the romantic exaggeration of the happiness of past ages must tend to setting aside the methods of progress, the work of which, if slow, is yet solid, and lead to the hasty adoption of others of greater promise, but which resemble the potent medicines of a charlatan, and while quickly effecting a little good sow the seeds of widespread and lasting decay. This impatient insincerity is an evil only less great than the moral torpor which can endure, that we with our modern resources and knowledge should look contentedly at the continued destruction of all that is worth having. There is an evil and an extreme impatience as well as an extreme patience with social ills.
Marius wrote:Antisocial network personality disorder?
So, that's the proper name for it? That sounds like a reason I didn't think it made much sense to invite Dennis on Facebook. Surprise, surprise. And look where it led to and how many followed.
