Location: Between here and there, out of time, and in love with BSoD <3
Joined Mar 20, 2012 at 09:55PM EDT
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You are getting sleepy…
I think it’s funny how everyone has their hackles raised over the language but not the visual inclusion of minorities.
Mouth sounds. Serious business.
So, what’d Twi do to get back in your good graces?
Concerning our most recent fiasco
Exudes and I made this, in case you haven’t seen it.
RariDash looks awesome. All the fire of Dash and all the focus of Rarity.
Sorry man, I don’t.
If you’re going to be an asshole, at least be a funny asshole. These women fail at wit.
Huh, sounds like a band name for a neo-Nazi powermetal thing.
You assume correctly. I’m looking forward to see what you start with :)
Hey Crimson look, I drew a thing.
I’ve been trying to improve my drawing skills a bit. You’re entering art school, so I suspect you’re doing the same. Want to start a drawing correspondence?
And yet everyone couldn’t give less of a shit about this
The lack of fucks given…glorious.
So next week will be the last week of my astronomy class. I’d like to try to stay vaguely abreast of this stuff, so if you’ve ever got any cool astronomy stuff you want to share with someone, please don’t hesitate to inform me.
Well, I find all of that entirely agreeable. Have at it then.
Read your post on the forum. I don’t believe in a hard, objective right or wrong when it comes to human conduct, but I do believe that there are objective states of mental health and sickness. In the same way that we can say that the morbidly obese smoker is less healthy than a athlete, I think we can also point out lifestyles that are less conducive to healthy functioning and the good life we all seek to enjoy.
I think you’re unhealthy, that your hedonistic perversions are just as unbalanced and harmful as the repressive Victorian attitudes towards sex you like to criticize. I’m not condemning you as a bad person, I’m just saying that I think you’d be happier if you found a way to curb your appetites as well as your misanthropic tendencies. Just speaking from personal experience, I became a lot happier when I decided to stop hating humans.
I remember once hearing on the radio when I was young that there would be a “very rare viewing of Venus visible tonight.” and then going outside to watch for it. I thought I was witnessing such a rare and mysterious thing when I saw it.
I feel kind of…disenchanted now realizing how often Venus is visible. I mean damn, I see it every night as I’m walking home, that obnoxiously bright fuck.
This is one of my favorite movies. I think you’ll really like it if you haven’t seen it already.
Dude, do you even Michael Winslow?
Have a Scootaloo
So I went to bed after a long night of studying astronomy. It was 4 in the morning by the time I eventually went to sleep, really hot, and my brain was going a million miles an hour, so it wasn’t really very good sleep. It was that kind of sleep where you’re semi-aware of your surroundings. I’m kind of a slob, so my surroundings consist of a lot of books, instruments, and plates strewn about.
Anyway, so I’m having this weird semi-sleep and I dreamt that I was the center of gravity and all the objects in my room were orbiting about me. In my haze, I kept making deductions about the objects, the eccentricity of their orbits, how the fork serving as a moon to the plate was effecting its rotation. When I woke up the next morning, still really hazy, I reached over to the nearby cup and was astounded when I discovered water in it! I had been theorizing all night whether its orbit would permit liquid water or not.
Then I drank the water.
Alright, we seem to have three arguments going on.
1: The use of language in discussing philosophy.
2: The assumption of basic beliefs, namely that humans can know the world.
3: Whether the categories of the biological sexes are naturally derived or socially construed.
I’m going to continue this via private message just so it gets less messy. I’ll get back to you some time later tonight. I do appreciate the discussion though…it’s good for me to familiarize myself with someone who isn’t steeped in the analytic tradition.