Quote from: Sandtrap on May 16, 2015, 02:05:23 PM

Quote from: challengerX on May 16, 2015, 02:03:10 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 16, 2015, 02:01:14 PM

I ain't even mad. Fuck I don't even remember anything. Danka for reminding me.

I'll add you to the hit list later if I remember to.

TURF NAME KNUCKLE UP SO WE CAN GET EM UP

I'm not following.

WHO KEEP THIS SHIT CRACKIN
SLAUSON NIGGAS OVER HERE NOW YOU KNOOOOOOOOOW
WESTSIDE 57th N 63rd STREET NIGGA NOW YOU KNOW

Except that I don't. I've not been enlightened. Tell me more oh so wise street nigga.

I ain't even mad. Fuck I don't even remember anything. Danka for reminding me.

I'll add you to the hit list later if I remember to.

Same trouble with me. Been working for about three weeks now. I think. Saturday and Sunday's off. I don't know what to do. Partially because time is short. I'd wish to spend my day with some sort of value and a good end result. Yet am too catious to start anything because it would need more free time than I am able to acquire.

What a quaint paradox. You don't know what to do when you want to do everything. And so here you sit, doing nothing.

Let's take a coin toss. Take it easy. Take some money and go eat something nice and fancy for the evening. Watch some movies you've an itch for. Start something small you know you can finish in an afternoon.

That broken garage door all winter? Re-adjust the wire spools. How about your vehicle? Check the oil, brake fluid, power steering, transmission fluid.

Find the small things.

Well, you know, this could be easily solved if people took care of their fucking livestock.

The same problem exists here with certain types of livestock. Chickens. Minx's, or weasels, one of those two critters. A lot of people in the area have had chickens before, and they lost them all to critters.

There's an old chicken coop out at my sisters farm that I helped build. We reinforced every possible entrance. And not a single dead or missing chicken.

How about wolves/coyotes? Get a fucking llama. They have a good reputation as being guards for herd animals.

The problem with hunts, is that people take it way fucking overboard. They always do. To the extent that the population destabilizes. Always, without fail. And when it destabilizes, they issue a bounty or a hunt for the other side of the animal population which is booming and out of control.

When the simplest fucking solution is to use your head and be crafty.

Legitimately had me worried there for a second. God damn. Don't do that shit man.

Yayyyy this kind of thread.

Picture of a peasant appeals to me.

Didn't answer the fucking questions of the guy above him.

Quote from: SecondClass on May 16, 2015, 12:14:32 AM

My original post implied equal happiness and suffering. You can't have an argument of "oh you'd choose to spend an hour undergoing excruciating pain and misery so you can spend the next hour lounging around with a cup of peach tea?" It's not comparable. The average human is never going to be tortured in some Russian gulag, so even bringing up the point of "you've never had REAL suffering" is pointless.

if you could illustrate the scenario for me, then, that would be helpful
i won't contradict you, but i don't suspect that i will agree with you

it's difficult for me to imagine a scenario where the suffering/happiness do not outweigh each other either which way, even if only by just a little bit

i would stop eating cupcakes if i had to prick my finger every single time i decided to eat one
they wouldn't really be worth it to me anymore at that point

I'll use an example here.

Physical improvement. Anything physical you do, has a cost on your body. Any muscles you use, will eventually tire, and strain, and become damaged. Sitting here, right now, I'll list the parts of my body that I can feel, that feel like absolute shit because this is the end of the work week for me and I am at my physical limit and can do no more.

Hands, nerves, wrists, shoulders, back shoulders, neck, spine, legs, abdominals, muscles over my ribcage.

I'm not a cheery bundle right now. I'm tired and tomorrow morning, getting out of bed will be the equivalent to wearing a suit of iron.

And yet, given a few days of rest, everything will heal. And next week, my muscles, my cardio, my heart, my lungs, everything, will be stronger. They will be improved. And it feels good to have that improvement. It feels good to have that physical capability and ability.

To the extent that the benefit and pleasure outweighs the pain along the road, completely.

And, nevermind the pleasure. It is inherently a good thing to have a healthy, functioning body. To push it to it's maximum. I'm not talking body builder toned either. I'm talking, just pushing your capabilites further to their natural limit.

There is no argument that says getting more in shape is a bad thing at all. And therefore, the pain required to do so is merely an obstacle and the end result, outweighs it every single time.

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 15, 2015, 10:42:28 AM

I might be a partial contender for that spot. Not aesthetically pleasing in terms of muscles but I'm shaped like my environment apparently. Like a brick. I might even be able to contend with you in terms of strength. It's the end of the week and I'm tired now.

And I'm still capable of filling up a wheelbarrow full of dirt and wood and shit, picking it up, and hauling it up a pile of wood with me to dump it up on the top of the pile.

MUH GAINS

if what you told me of your strength is true im sure you could easily surpass me in 3 weeks of lifting srs

Does it help that I picked up a decent sized motor by myself today, belonging to a table saw with a blade at the very least two feet across? Uncoupled the generator/motor from the frame of the saw and discovered that I could carry it once I wrapped my arms around it.

That was a strain, and too much for me going up a ramp. Legs and arms couldn't handle it up the ramp. But I brought the thing to the storage shed where it needed to go on foot. I'm a poor judge of weight. But the thing was entirely steel and other metals.

Heavier than wheelbarrow full of dirt to be sure.

Heavy shit.

Remember, no disintegrations

Set blasters to stun.

Go NASA.

Make our dreams come true.

Creating new life forms via easy bake ovens in the future.

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 15, 2015, 10:42:28 AM

I might be a partial contender for that spot. Not aesthetically pleasing in terms of muscles but I'm shaped like my environment apparently. Like a brick. I might even be able to contend with you in terms of strength. It's the end of the week and I'm tired now.

And I'm still capable of filling up a wheelbarrow full of dirt and wood and shit, picking it up, and hauling it up a pile of wood with me to dump it up on the top of the pile.

MUH GAINS

but do you have a small penis?

I wouldn't know.

I've never been one to look at other guys in the shower or in the bathroom to bother comparing. Always seemed funny to me frankly. Practical closet homophobes and there they are checking everybody out.

"Hey man that's gay."

"No man I'm just comparing."

I might be a partial contender for that spot. Not aesthetically pleasing in terms of muscles but I'm shaped like my environment apparently. Like a brick. I might even be able to contend with you in terms of strength. It's the end of the week and I'm tired now.

And I'm still capable of filling up a wheelbarrow full of dirt and wood and shit, picking it up, and hauling it up a pile of wood with me to dump it up on the top of the pile.

MUH GAINS

No barriers. Or, very little. It's essentially your brain, and nothing else. As such, it's an extension of who people really are. Very much like alcohol.

When people are drunk and they start rambling, or saying things they normally wouldn't say? It's their inhibitions going down the drain. The internet is very much like that.

And, just like a drunk when they're sober again, they'll deny just about everything you question them on. Wave it off as "being tipsy."

As such. The internet is a disheartening place to me. You can find the best in people. But you see a lot of the true ugly things deep down, depending on whom you look at. And you see more of it over decent folks.

Quote from: Sandtrap on May 11, 2015, 10:33:24 PM

So, actually, you're potentially wrong. Plants don't have nervous systems but they have functions and chemicals that are akin to them. And so far, we don't know if they feel pain. But they respond to many, many different forms of stimuli.

So, actually, that's a whole lot of yes. Plant neurobiology. An interesting field.

Really, all you had to cite was something simple like a Venus flytrap. We've all seen those, and one of the most prominent things about them is the fact that they respond to stimuli. But that's all they do, is respond to stimuli. It doesn't mean they're sentient, it doesn't mean they can feel. They were naturally selected to undergo a specific and niched process. That's all it is.

I concede that we don't know if plants feel pain, and we'll likely never learn, but until there is significant evidence to suggest that they do, I'm not going to start saying, well, it's okay to eat meat now.

You read the article on the ferns learning not to be tricked into closing their leaves? I can quote the section for you if you want. Dunno if we can directly call it learning. But it is rather clever and very, very quick adaptation.

But I don't want pictures of dicks.