Na. While money can bring you a lot of material things, there's a cost. There's always a cost. In order to climb so far up the ladder, your life has to be devoted to it. Your time, your mind, everything, must live and breath money. How much are you making? How much will you lose to gain more? How much will you gamble on things?

And when you're a crumbling old man, your life will suddenly revisit you. The years spent as your kids slipped by. Divorces with people who never really loved you. The strain of all those years, fighting day in and day out to stay at the top. And then, you realize it. You're going to die. You're going to die, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. No money in the world will allow you to cheat fate.

And suddenly, you begin to wonder, what if? What if you had gone out and done that one thing you always wanted to learn? What if you paid attention to your kids so they weren't spoiled brats that couldn't give a fuck about you because you were never there? What if, you had taken a simpler way instead?

I've seen it happen. I see it on their faces, on their bodies. They grow old, and miserable. They twist themselves out of shape and let their bodies go to ruin. Their family is practically non existent. But hey, at least they have money right?

No.

From the day we created it, money has been a cancer. The lives wasted in pursuit of a meaningless number, something that never did, and never will hold any true value. Give me a hundred thousand dollars and drop me off in the middle of the woods, in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even start a fire with it because it's not even fucking paper anymore.

Take the land I grew up on. It's still in my family. But I, nor would anybody else ever sell it, for any price. The memories made there, are priceless, both good and bad. We buried our dead there. The work, the achievements, the simple act of shaping the land to be what we wanted it to be outweighs anything any of the billionaires ever made for themselves.

Money, is a necessity in today's world. But it's not the answer. Nor is it a solution to all your problems, only those that require money. And even then, what you can achieve with money, you can achieve with your own two hands by yourself.

Money, while it can be fun to spend, the sole purpose it was made for, comes with a cost. And the cost is your life. Your time and effort, the years spent in the state required to spend, grow, and consume, more and more until you reach the top.

To me, that's worthless. I would rather spend 10 years crafting a boat by hand, by myself, then working 10 years in that trap, and buying a multi million dollar boat with the snap of a finger. Because what I would gain and experience in those 10 years of working and shaping my own boat, my own dream, will always be infinitely better than what that money could ever provide.

China is still going to keep pushing for farmland that the government sells out from under the feet of it's citizens. Citizens revolt, take over, China gets pissed, rolls on in, nobody says a fucking word because it's China.

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You cannot pick three of those up. Bullshit. I am sure you can pick up three of these power pole things you are talking about, but they are nothing like a wooden telephone pole, I can assure you.

Depends on which end I have. They weren't the full length either. Trimmed down to about 12-13 feet long. The heavy ends were disposed of because they were the parts most affected by rot, so we moved only the top parts of the poles. I can't pick up three in the middle and go waltzing down the street, but I can lift three, or drag them standing at the end of them.

I did the math, and those poles would be roughly 40-50 pounds each. I'm sitting somewhere at 180 pounds, and I can almost, just barely lift my own body weight. Putting those utility poles at 40 each would total to 120, which is quite acceptable for the things I've hauled before.

Ah, so just the wooden log part?

Yes sir. Shaved down to about 12 feet long. If you can stand at the end of a pile of these things laying on the ground, pick three of them up in your arms and lift them above your head or pull all three, for about a block or so, then you're probably as strong as I am physically.

Power pole?

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You know the wooden telephone line poles?

If friends and family were murdered, I would kill. If they were going to be murdered, but weren't I'd do my best to beat the ever living shit out of their attacker until all they could do was eat from a straw the rest of their life.

I'd die for friends and family if need be, and any and all random passerby if they needed help.

What's your story?

That's a good question. I haven't even vaguely felt any inclination of hate towards anybody in a long damn time. Even dislike is a bit of a stretch. In fact it's been so long I don't even remember how far down the road it was that there was one person I really hated. I'd need to do some thinking on that one.

Okay. Lemme think here. You know what gets people talking? Complaining. So, why don't you turn this into a discussion about hands down, the worst person you've ever met.

Who is, without any doubt in your mind, the worst human being you've met in person, and why? We'll swap stories of em.

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Guess what? I'm didn't put any brakes on this fucking feel train.



This was the last known photo taken of Robin Williams.

Where the fuck are all the dandelions?

I can't really say I can blame them. I mean look at this smug bastard. He's having fun with things. So while some parent might be blowing a gasket over the fact that little chairman mao up there just splattered the food neccessary to keep his little fat ass alive for the day all over the place, and will probably vomit up what you give him later, and make a big, messy unsanitary mess, at least he's having fun.

With what he'll grow up to be and experience, I'd say the fun he's getting at the expense of a sane parent is deserved. Because when he grows up, part of that element of fun will get destroyed, crushed and snuffed out, forever.

I wouldn't be surprised if little chairman mao the 2nd up there grew up to be a little pudgy, and, naturally, that means every asshole kid on the block will give him shit for it. Or who knows, he might grow up to be an asshole fat kid, or a dictator, or a janitor, who knows.

But you know what I can say for sure? People are assholes, and life can hand you some mean down low blows. But the fun he's having there is something he will only ever experience once, before it's taken away from him. It was something both you and I did once, but not anymore. And it's not a level of simple satisfaction and happiness we can ever achieve again because of the weight of the world on our shoulders and what we've seen and experienced of all the ugliness out there.

So, maybe you're right. Maybe you wouldn't make a good parent. Maybe you'd be the very catalyst, the beginning of that trend in asshole people who will snuff this little fat bastards fun away until there's nothing left and he grows up to be as soulless and empty as the people around him. But hey, you're sensible enough not to go ahead and make one of these little fat bastards right? You spare yourself the trouble that comes with raising one, and in so doing, spare an innocent child a life of mediocrity and unhappiness that you may potentially bring him.

So to that I say,

Rock on little fatty Chairman Mao the 2nd. Keep throwing your fucking food around if it makes you happy. Because one day you won't ever achieve that level of happiness again.

It's not a pipe. But to some degree it can facilitate one.

You put glorious food in it, and cook it to perfection, basking in the smell of your glorious creation. I am at peace when I can smell the bread dough cooking, soft and fluffy, laced with dill.

I mean, I've been using photoshop and the likes for a little bit, but I can't seem to get it the best I can do is basically my avatar or the banner I made for the first offsite.

Like painting, or drawing, or writing, or anything that you do really, these programs in themselves take time to learn. They are a different field entirely, a whole other subject to work on, study, and learn. You were, or you would be kidding yourself if you think you can just pick these up with no experience and just go, and hope to come out with a masterpiece.

There are so many little tricks to them that can completely change what your composition is or what it looks like. This stuff takes just as much time to learn as any other field, because in itself it is an entire field. Layers, brush types, brush settings, colour modes, flow, opacity, all these things and many more contribute to what your product will be. And if you don't know all those little tricks and shortcuts, then most of the time, what you make will have a very flat look to it.

It can be discouraging, but keep it up. Look at how other people work, watch and study them, and when you're ready to try, off you go.