LOL DIDNT READ

That's one way of coping with your negative sides.

Quote from: DigitalIzesty on March 16, 2015, 03:29:42 PM

If you want the full story you can find it yourself, lazy jackass.

Don't half ass your own posts diptard

What was the purpose of the thread?

Oh right you didn't notice it so why the fuck should I do you a favour?

guys I'm not ealing withquesitons this is a PSA

Quote from: DigitalIzesty on March 16, 2015, 02:55:24 PM

Quote from: Azumarill on March 16, 2015, 02:52:24 PM

these arent the mushrooms i was hoping to find in this thread. also, that first picture freaks me out

Maybe read the full title?

... excuse me?

I'm telling you to stick to these mushrooms, meaning that I limit myself to some mushrooms, so you shouldn't go in expecting your expectations. You can't help but to expect them, but you can de-expect them after you've done so.

Jokes on you.

Read it before.

I actually just wanted to find an example text, so I chose a piece from that one.

Just look at the text and try to make sense of it, but look at it fast. Not too fastm you wanna catch the words, but nothing more than that. You need to be conscious, and not just mindlessly looking at them.

The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:
Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.

Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough -- so Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share In the glory that was Multivac's.

For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth's poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.

But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.

The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.

Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public function, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.

They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.

"It's amazing when you think of it," said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. "All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever."

Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. "Not forever," he said.

"Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert."

"That's not forever."

"All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Twenty billion, maybe. Are you satisfied?"

Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. "Twenty billion years isn't forever."

"Will, it will last our time, won't it?"

"So would the coal and uranium."

"All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying about fuel. You can't do THAT on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don't believe me."

"I don't have to ask Multivac. I know that."

"Then stop running down what Multivac's done for us," said Adell, blazing up. "It did all right."

"Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all I'm saying. We're safe for twenty billion years, but then what?" Lupov pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another sun."

There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only occasionally, and Lupov's eyes slowly closed. They rested.

Then Lupov's eyes snapped open. "You're thinking we'll switch to another sun when ours is done, aren't you?"

"I'm not thinking."

"Sure you are. You're weak on logic, that's the trouble with you. You're like the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and Who ran to a grove of trees and got under one. He wasn't worried, you see, because he figured when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one."

"I get it," said Adell. "Don't shout. When the sun is done, the other stars will be gone, too."

"Darn right they will," muttered Lupov. "It all had a beginning in the original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it'll all have an end when all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants won't last a hundred million years. The sun will last twenty billion years and maybe the dwarfs will last a hundred billion for all the good they are. But just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to increase to maximum, that's all."

"I know all about entropy," said Adell, standing on his dignity.

"The hell you do."

"I know as much as you do."

"Then you know everything's got to run down someday."

"All right. Who says they won't?"

"You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You said 'forever.'"

"It was Adell's turn to be contrary. "Maybe we can build things up again someday," he said.

"Never."

"Why not? Someday."

"Never."

"Ask Multivac."

"You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."

Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?

Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?

Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.

Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

"No bet," whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.

By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had forgotten about the incident.

these arent the mushrooms i was hoping to find in this thread. also, that first picture freaks me out

Maybe read the full title?

(Stay away from it if it is black, because then it isn't this mushroom.)
Hen of the forest (big flops of chicken kebab is what you need to think of)
Big white ball of mushroom
Yellow on top, and lots of black spots on the stem; you can't miss them.
Fly agarics are so bad and everyone knows about it, but what they don't know is that near that type of mushroom are http://i.guim.co.uk/static/w-700/h--/q95/sysimages/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2010/9/15/1284569868229/Mushroomscep-001.jpg these guys.

They're rare

Remember: No raw, fry everything if you're unsure, look for bites and if there are then avoid it.

As long as the universe has life, this should keep you alive as long as you don't die for whatever reason.


Replace everything with something that does the same thing, and it wouldn't make a difference. Replace another, and then another and so on until you've done it to your whole mind, and you should have a mind that consists of robotic parts that are able to outlive normal tissues.

Do the same with some of your organs, and voilá.

The only problem is that we aren't really able to do that, but in theory I don't see why it wouldn't work.

Basically the boat question where if you were to replace a plan in a wooden boat every year, you'd eventually be able to make the old ship with the planks you removed, but then you have a boat with the same name as the original, because it's arguably the original only it doesn't contain a single piece of the original compartments.

I got this thought from a book which spoke about replacing neurons one by one and then asking if that's really your thinking.

DigitalIZesty Nov 11
But I do have to say; I like that you wrote "-blam!- off" instead of "kill yourself".
BritishLemön Nov 11
Piss off.
DigitalIZesty Nov 11
But then again...
BritishLemön Nov 11
What's your problem?
DigitalIZesty Nov 11
Exsquueze me?
BritishLemön Nov 11
Are you mentally handicapped or something?
DigitalIZesty Nov 11
And if I were?
DigitalIZesty Nov 11
Would you treat me differently?
BritishLemön Nov 11
No.
DigitalIZesty Nov 11
Then why does doth ask?
BritishLemön Mar 16
fgt
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
You're a -blam!-
BritishLemön Mar 16
Batty boy
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Swing batter
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
batter swing
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Who is the name of the baseball player
BritishLemön Mar 16
Pegboy
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
No
BritishLemön Mar 16
Yes
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
You're a pegboy
BritishLemön Mar 16
You're a -blam!-
BritishLemön Mar 16
Muted and followed
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Ridiculous
BritishLemön Mar 16
Crai moar
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Is this because of the thread I made about you?
BritishLemön Mar 16
What thread?
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
http://www.bungie.net/7_Tomorrow-is-the-day/en/Forum/Post?id=63814266
This one
BritishLemön Mar 16
Never saw that.
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Let me guess, you're mad, right?
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
But you can't be too mad, äcause you ordered me a chili dog.
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwOAv2xvx3M
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
'cause*
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwOAv2xvx3M&feature=youtu.be&t=19s
Try this one
BritishLemön Mar 16
What a fag.
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Lemon?
BritishLemön Mar 16
What?
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
I just had an epiphany
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Together we form a Digitally, British, Zestful Lemon
BritishLemön Mar 16
No.
BritishLemön Mar 16
Fag.
BritishLemön Mar 16
</3
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwOAv2xvx3M&feature=youtu.be&t=19s
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
So what's the reason for talking to me all of a sudden? What provoked you?
BritishLemön Mar 16
You also have a dick up your butt.
BritishLemön Mar 16
<3
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Answer the question will ya?
BritishLemön Mar 16
Dunno.
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
So then that leaves us to believing that you went through your messages.
BritishLemön Mar 16
Pretty much.
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
Stay awesome and I love people I don't know!
DigitalIZesty Mar 16
I'm indicating tha tpeople who say that are retarded.
BritishLemön Mar 16
K
DigitalIZesty Mar 18
-blam!-ing wuss
BritishLemön Mar 18
Queer
DigitalIZesty Apr 18
I miss you
BritishLemön Apr 24
K
DigitalIZesty May 10
Do you like apples?
BritishLemön May 19
Yes.
DigitalIZesty Jun 28
Do you like green apples?

Who is this guy? I've heard of him, but I can't tell if people who mention him are mocking him or actually find him funny.

Who the fuck are you?

Literally the only thing I can remember about you is the picture

That's not good Spanish

Holy fuk Zesty I love you

Please don't do the sex on me, I am only 16 and I would break.

Quote from: DigitalIzesty on March 15, 2015, 10:11:36 AM

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Quote from: Zonda on March 15, 2015, 09:20:38 AM

<insert comment about Mushroom from Super Mario Bros. here>

Please do, because nobody here is 8, other than you, and thus we're unable to "insert a comment about Mushroom from Super Mario Bros" on our own. Please do though.

I was just having difficulties with the image function, and was too lazy to fix my comment properly. Thus, I scrapped the entire thing. I genuinely apologize if my actions have offended you this greatly as to merit such a barbed response, because clearly you're in an impaired mental state where absolutely everything is an affront to your existence.

Someone's taking it to the extreme. Maybe relax and try to see why I'm mad at you? A childish reference (or not I'll never know), and you don't contribute.

Blame whatever you want, but chances are that the original thing you'd have posted would have made me angrier, just as angry, or less angry.

>implying I need to relax

I like to think my original intended reply was quite witty. You clearly struggle with simple concepts such as sarcasm if you're this frustrated at a simple reply on an internet forum. I really don't see how I can take a topic seriously enough to contribute, when "oh shit son" is in the title. It's basically a written invitation to shitpost. I expected a better sense of humor from you.

Problem is, as stated previously, I will never know how good your OP was, as it weren't posted. Where is the sarcasm? And no, only retards would assume that because this post has that kind of language it's an invitation to such things.

In my eyes, you're the person that comes to my stand up comedy and tries to tell jokes yourself. You're ruining the night for me, and just because it said "comedy night" doesn't mean you're allowed to do as you want to.

Well you told the biggest joke of the night if you think being the OP makes you the one who decides to allow certain members to comment. Truly, I applaud your antics. However, your analogy of the Comedy is inaccurate, when the entirety of the Internet is but a playground. You really should learn to accept posts that are designed to compliment the nature of the OP, not compete with it.

If that were the case I'd have reported you. Please think before you type. Oh really? A playground you say? Tell me, what's the difference between the internet and the real life? To me, real life is a play ground, but internet is not. You can have your whole life destroyed by someone skilled with computers who gets a bit annoyed by you.


How very narrow-minded, and childish of you.
In real life, the effort would be too much and there are too many witnesses and counter measures.

?? I'm lost.

This thread is straight-forward, so which thread are you referring to?