Taking control of dreams seems like a difficult pathway to me. Any suggestions on readable, non-psycho-babble books? Was it easy to get started? Would you guarantee it working on me?
side effects are aplenty. Effexor fucked me up like an illegal drug should: semi-hallucinations, the most fucked up dreams ever, and I accidently took too much too quick and felt like I was living in a bubble for about 24 hours - driving was VERY interesting. I reccomend it as a recreational drug, but it did jack shit to my depression. Rumor is that LARGE doses cause hallucinations, any stories?
It may limit my Trolling to the extent that I might find an actual creative output, but methinks there will be plenty of time to Troll.
Up until about...today, I have been somewhat afraid to go outside, and that seems to have dried up. It wasn't such a strong feeling that I would never leave, but I still would remain at home as much as possible. At the moment I feel like going outside isn't that big of a deal - normal, right? Side effects vary, but there are enough choices now that you can try something like at LEAST 7 different drugs, and combinations are possible too. I was unwilling to take them too, and if I didn't want a rigourous education I would probably not, but at the moment I really need them to get to a point in my life where I would be happy. I still worry about my concentration, but that is another story.
cheers!
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Wireless as a standard is a baaaaad idea. Most people who own wireless keyboards either don't care that their valuable typing information could be stolen, or they realize that there aren't enough wireless keyboards around to get someone motivated to invest in monitoring them. Inclusion of a "mainstream" wireless keyboard would wreak havoc, as people rush to crack it and log everyone else's Kazaa searches for "neekid britney spears"
I suggest you stop having sex with computers - With an initial investment of 900-1200$, computers are a poor choice when put next to a higher end sex doll. Sex dolls also have fewer corners and metal pieces to get hurt on.
Harmony through industry: Our Trolls are working around the clock to supply the world's trolling needs. With plans to outsource to Japan(www.slashdot.jp) and Latin America(www.barrapunto.com) RoboTroll trolling industries has nothing but a bright future to look towards.
I congrabulate you for using "frugivore" - a word I have never, ever heard of before. I strongly suggest you use your powers of vocab for good, not evil.
I know I am bored when I actually read the comments in/. and post comments like this one. You know, compared to all other moments in my life, this is the boringest. I am going to bed.
Dumbest. Invention. Ever. I think I would spot the cash to go over to Afganistan and stomp that thing into oblivion. It is almost insulting to think of treating a landscape where PEOPLE LIVE the same as a martian landscape. The last thing this rover will see is some smartass Afghan with a big rock.
My med-school bro. was involved in a study of the effects of ecstasy and gave me this stern warning: do X maybe once every 4 years. Serotonin imbalance takes place after ingestion and can continue to be screwed up for a long time. Habitual use can decimate the brain in the longterm. Lets see if I can find some crapflood to give weight to my possible conjecture...
Ecstasy Use Depletes Brain Chemical, Study Finds
WASHINGTON, July 24 (Reuters) - Ecstasy, the amphetamine-like drug made popular by "raves" and other mass dancing events, can severely deplete levels of a brain chemical linked with mood, researchers said on Monday. This could explain why users report they feel depressed as they come down off a high, the Canadian team of researchers said. They said a 26-year-old man who had died of a drug overdose had very low levels of serotonin in his brain. Serotonin is an important neurotransmitter or message-carrying chemical linked with mood, appetite, sleep and emotions.
The man had been using Ecstasy for nine years, and in the last months of his life had also started using cocaine and heroin, the researchers wrote in the journal Neurology. "This is the first study to show that this drug can deplete the level of serotonin in humans," Stephen Kish of the Center for Addiction and Mental Health in Toronto, Canada, who led the study, said in a statement. "The levels of serotonin and another chemical associated with serotonin were 50 to 80 percent lower in the brain of the Ecstasy user."
Ecstasy, known chemically as methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or MDMA, is related to the hallucinogen mescaline and the stimulant amphetamine. It causes brain cells known as neurons to release serotonin. Ecstasy users say the drug makes them feel intimacy with other people and more aware of their emotions. "Some of the behavioral effects of this drug are probably due to the massive release and depletion of serotonin," Kish said. "And the depression that people feel after going off the drug could also be explained by the depletion of serotonin in the brain."
This one should be taken with a grain of salt, but it still shows that it fucks up serotonin:
Ecstasy Use Depletes Brain's Serotonin Levels
Monday, July 24, 2000
TORONTO, ON -- Use of the recreational drug Ecstasy causes a severe reduction in the amount of serotonin in the brain, according to a study in the July 25 issue of Neurology, the scientific journal of the American Academy of Neurology.
The study examined the brain of a 26-year-old man who had died of a drug overdose. He had been using Ecstasy for nine years, and in the last months of his life had also started using cocaine and heroin. His brain was compared to those from autopsies of 11 healthy people.
"The levels of serotonin and another chemical associated with serotonin were 50 to 80 percent lower in the brain of the Ecstasy user," said study author Stephen Kish, PhD, of the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health and Associate Professor at the University of Toronto. "This is the first study to show that this drug can deplete the level of serotonin in humans."
Ecstasy, which is known chemically as methylenedioxymeth- amphetamine, or MDMA, is structurally related to the hallucinogen mescaline and the stimulant amphetamine. MDMA causes neurons, or nerve cells, to release serotonin, a neurotransmitter that controls mood, pain perception, sleep, appetite and emotions. Ecstasy users report an increased awareness of emotion and a heightened sense of intimacy. "Some of the behavioral effects of this drug are probably due to the massive release and depletion of serotonin," Kish said. "And the depression that people feel after going off the drug could also be explained by the depletion of serotonin in the brain."
The low levels of serotonin were found in the striatal area of the brain, which plays a key role in coordinating movement. In addition to serotonin, the level of 5- hydroxyindoleacetic acid, also known as 5-HIAA and a major breakdown product of serotonin, was also low in the brain of the Ecstasy user.
"Of course, these findings should be confirmed through additional studies," Kish said. "Conclusions based on a single case can only be tentative."
The man started using Ecstasy once a month at age 17. His usage increased, and in the last three years of his life he used it four to five nights a week at "rave" clubs, usually including a three-day weekend binge during which he took six to eight tablets. On the day after these binges, his friends said he appeared depressed and had slow speech, movement and reaction time.
Researchers confirmed the man's drug use through analysis of his brain, blood and hair. The analysis also confirmed that he had been using cocaine and heroin in the last months of his life. Kish said other research has shown that those drugs do not affect serotonin levels.
Kish said research should also be done to determine whether increasing serotonin levels in people who are going off the drug would help eliminate some of the behavioral problems that occur during withdrawal.
The Centre for Addiction and Mental Health is Canada's largest centre in the area of mental health and addictions. A World Health Organization Centre of Excellence and a teaching hospital fully affiliated with the University of Toronto, the Centre was established in 1998 through the merger of the Addiction Research Foundation, the Clarke Institute of Psychiatry, the Donwood Institute and the Queen Street Mental Health Centre.
The American Academy of Neurology, an association of more than 16,500 neurologists and neuroscience professionals, is dedicated to improving patient care through education and research.
This study was funded in part by the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA).
Let me see if I can find the funniest, ramblingest drug story ever...
http://leda.lycaeum.org/Trips/
has a shitload of funny stories (thanks google!)
let me find the one I was thinking of...
hahaha...I love hippie rants that make no sense:
After taking part in the untimely death of a small green insect I found myself judging my actions as THC flowed through my system. Thoughts of the pain that the poor insect experienced as the wick of a candle I had dropped it into was lit crawled through the depths of my mind. As I pick what was left of the insects body out of the hot red wax I knew their was only one way for me to know the pain that I had taken part in. I laid the insect's corpse in the palm of my hand and began to pour hot wax into it. Pain engulfed my hand as I coated the sensitive surface of my palm with hot wax. Even then I knew it was nothing compared to the experience that the insect had suffered. I tried to imagine what this sensation would be like all over my body as tears began to draw down my eyes. I then wrapped the cooling wax into a small package and deposited it in the pocket of my shorts and decided I would set the departed creature adrift in a great lake as a sign that I still had respect for life even though I had not shown it with my actions that day.
IX
As the clouds overhead began to form into dense layers and block the sun I decided that I needed to follow through with my promise and take the insect that I had helped murder to it's resting-place. I jumped on a bike and proceeded to ride down to the beach hoping that the labor of riding would help to keep this event in my mind. The ride was peaceful and riding down the bike path like I had when I was younger was exhilarating and spirit lifting. I felt as if I had broken free from time as I peddled through the trails hoping that my body still remembered how to operate the metal machine under me. Making my way to the beach I noticed that the clouds were getting dark and that there was a good chance I was going to get rained on. I didn't mind though, rain often feels cleansing to me. While riding down the old flooded out road leading down to the beach I took notice of the complex patterns of nature as they spread from ground to bush to tree to sky. Coming upon the beach I noticed a sign warning of asbestos containing materials in the water and the dangers of taking one home with you. I set my bike aside and walked down to the water observing the stench of dead smelt in the air then taking in the sight of their corpses lining the shore of the beach. Fitting, I thought to myself. I had indeed come to a graveyard. I pulled the wax casket out of my pocket and broke the wax seal I had encased the insect in so that the body may sooner return to the earth in which it had come from. Not knowing what to say and forgetting the words that did escape my mouth I tossed the pieces of wax with containing the insects remains into the water and watched as it quickly floated away out of my sight. I thought to myself that even to watch another life being murdered without trying to stop it was wrong. Walking back up the beach I found a piece of concrete sticking up downwind of the field of smelt corpses and rested myself down. Small fears such as ticks, asbestos poisoning? tried to creep into my mind but I ignored them. I sat and admired the seemingly endless body of water before me and took notice of the dark clouds that began to creep into the sky as distant thunder began to make itself known. Something about Japanese rock gardens came into my mind and before I knew it I was clearing away a place in the sand in front of me. As I cleared the area in front of me a voice seemed to emerge in my head. The voice felt familiar, it seemed to speak with my voice, but yet it was not my voice. It told me that everyone was full of imperfections. I then began to move all the small twigs and rocks from the field in front of me. As I did this thoughts of my name began to flow into my head. Jason... Jason... Jason... means... healer... and... then my hand plunged deep within the sand, and I pulled forth a gigantic rock and within my mind a voice said, "This is your burden." I pulled forth the rock and began to brush it off. I stared at as I dug into the angles of the rock trying to clean as much sand away from its surface as I could. I sat and turned the rock over in my hand for a bit not knowing what to do with it. Should I take it with me? Should I leave it? What should I do... I heard the thunder now much closer boom off to my left but a voice inside me told me to ignore it, that it was only a distraction. I finally decided to set the rock aside with the other rocks I had dug out of the area around me. As I began to dig deeper into the sand I pulled out a few more rocks but then the voice I had heard before returned and told me not to dig to deep because no matter how deep I dig I can never remove all the grains that make the sand from the sand. I then began to smooth out the sand in front of me as I removed the few twigs that remained. I smoothed out the sand one last time and then drew a series of vertical lines across the smoothed sand in front of me. I then laid the largest rock, the burden, in the center of the garden covering the middle of three or four lines. To the right and at the side farthest from me I lay another rock covering all the lines to the right of the big rock. Then I lay a series of smaller rocks to the left of the big rock covering random parts of the paths to the left of the big rock and another long rock over the lines to the left closest to me. I finally lay to other thin rocks in front and behind the centerline in which the big rock lay. Then the voice inside my head told me that these were my paths. Though the paths to the right were the ones in which I was not meant to travel. These were the paths in which my life ended before it really began. To the right of me were the paths in which I would live on this earth the longest. But throughout these paths I would encounter many obstacles only to find that these paths lead to a dead end. The voice then told me that the center path was my destiny and that it was the hardest path to follow but if I did follow it I would live forever. More thunder began to erupt around me as I sat and stared into the garden I had made before me. As the wind began to pick up I watched as grains of sand began to fall down into every corner of my garden yet my eyes never seemed to miss one. Then the voice in my head told me, that I was a healer and that I was to take the pain away from those around me. So I began to dig in the sand around my garden. I removed the rocks and twigs from the grounds around my garden and as I did this I pushed a wall of sand up around the outside of my garden. After clearing the area around my garden I sat and once again stared into it. I then felt that when you help others you help yourself. Moving my hand to the outside of my wall I began to make a swirling motion which began to enclose the sand upon my garden. I continued this until nothing but the tip of the largest rock stuck out of the center of where my garden had been. Then the voice inside my head said "after all, were all really one." I sat there thoughtless for a time as thunder boomed around my head. I felt safe though, that nothing would disturb me. I then turned my eyes to the rocks I had removed from the outside of my garden and thought what should I do with them but by then I had already known. I threw them to the sky who returned them to the great lake in front of me knowing that eventually they would return to the beach. After that a sense of peacefulness and well being came over me. I then sat and played in the sand. Remembering what it was like to dig deep within the warm surface only to find a cool moist layer underneath. As I sat and pushed sand up over my legs a ranger came up in a truck which caught me off guard and left me a little embarrassed as I sat there covered in sand. I just pushed it aside after greeting him then he left probably wondering what drugs I'd been taken. Though other than smoking a bowl with a friend earlier that day I'd done nothing. After taking in a little more of what nature had to show me I decided it was time to go. As I rid home a small five-minute shower fell despite the furious growls of the previous thunder. Consumed in my motion I enjoyed a peaceful ride the rest of the way home.
Write a program to tell you if you have pants on. Then, when you have pants on, the program says, in a robot voice: "you have pants on" over and over. When you don't have pants on the robot voice says "you do not have pants on." The placing of pants will result in a modification of the voice warning within expected tolerances of 1.2 microseconds. The IEEE accepted definition of 'wearing pants' is having at least once pulled them so that the crotch area contacts the crotch of the person wearing said pants. Buttoning/zipping is not the prefered method of pants detection, seeing as many embarrassing situations arise from people having pants on but not having them properly secured. The robot voice would be the voice of the guy who did Kitt in Knight Rider and the pants detection algorhithim would be based on wither punch cards or mood rings.
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Taking control of dreams seems like a difficult pathway to me. Any suggestions on readable, non-psycho-babble books? Was it easy to get started? Would you guarantee it working on me?
What about melee weapons?
Club, +1 to hit?
War hammer for use by clerics?
side effects are aplenty. Effexor fucked me up like an illegal drug should: semi-hallucinations, the most fucked up dreams ever, and I accidently took too much too quick and felt like I was living in a bubble for about 24 hours - driving was VERY interesting. I reccomend it as a recreational drug, but it did jack shit to my depression.
Rumor is that LARGE doses cause hallucinations, any stories?
It may limit my Trolling to the extent that I might find an actual creative output, but methinks there will be plenty of time to Troll.
Up until about...today, I have been somewhat afraid to go outside, and that seems to have dried up. It wasn't such a strong feeling that I would never leave, but I still would remain at home as much as possible. At the moment I feel like going outside isn't that big of a deal - normal, right?
Side effects vary, but there are enough choices now that you can try something like at LEAST 7 different drugs, and combinations are possible too. I was unwilling to take them too, and if I didn't want a rigourous education I would probably not, but at the moment I really need them to get to a point in my life where I would be happy. I still worry about my concentration, but that is another story.
cheers!
Wireless as a standard is a baaaaad idea. Most people who own wireless keyboards either don't care that their valuable typing information could be stolen, or they realize that there aren't enough wireless keyboards around to get someone motivated to invest in monitoring them. Inclusion of a "mainstream" wireless keyboard would wreak havoc, as people rush to crack it and log everyone else's Kazaa searches for "neekid britney spears"
.02$
just my
W00t!
Howdy howdy howdy
Antidepressants kicked in this morning!
It is scary when feeling normal is the greatest thing ever.
I suggest you stop having sex with computers - With an initial investment of 900-1200$, computers are a poor choice when put next to a higher end sex doll. Sex dolls also have fewer corners and metal pieces to get hurt on.
RoboTroll trolling industries ?
hehehe
Harmony through industry: Our Trolls are working around the clock to supply the world's trolling needs. With plans to outsource to Japan(www.slashdot.jp) and Latin America(www.barrapunto.com) RoboTroll trolling industries has nothing but a bright future to look towards.
Give them a low down beat
and they start dancin
Did anyone else think it was funny that Kermit would tap-dance, but you never saw his feet, cu he waqs a puppet?
In America we call ATMs ATMs
Oh yeah, and "ice lollies" are most definitely popsicles.
Tyres are tires.
And for some reason the thing you guys call "Filthy love member" is a penis here.
I congrabulate you for using "frugivore" - a word I have never, ever heard of before. I strongly suggest you use your powers of vocab for good, not evil.
You are William Safire is disguise, aren't you?
Come on, admit it.
hahaha
To think I spent a couple good minutes of my life thinking that these windbag articles were acceptable
Message to all:
Just because you can write 7 pages of mis-directed, rambling garbage does not make you a writer.
how would blah blah blah blah blah
/. and post comments like this one. You know, compared to all other moments in my life, this is the boringest. I am going to bed.
God I am bored
Who wants jerky?
I know I am bored when I actually read the comments in
Ask not what you can do for your country, but how a mediocre web page can try to cash in when people obviously won't pay for this shit.
-JFK
I sure do love mid-90's humor. Pearl Jam rocks! Grunge forever!
yah!
[[...the legions of microsoft employees who troll and subvert]]
I don't remember getting a paycheck from them for trolling and subverting.
Nobody wakes up this early on a sat. except the truly devoted Trolls.
Dumbest. Invention. Ever. I think I would spot the cash to go over to Afganistan and stomp that thing into oblivion. It is almost insulting to think of treating a landscape where PEOPLE LIVE the same as a martian landscape. The last thing this rover will see is some smartass Afghan with a big rock.
dammit, I pretty much posted the same story twice. The net is not looking like a good place to find this kind of stuff.
My med-school bro. was involved in a study of the effects of ecstasy and gave me this stern warning: do X maybe once every 4 years. Serotonin imbalance takes place after ingestion and can continue to be screwed up for a long time. Habitual use can decimate the brain in the longterm. Lets see if I can find some crapflood to give weight to my possible conjecture...
Ecstasy Use Depletes Brain Chemical, Study Finds
WASHINGTON, July 24 (Reuters) - Ecstasy, the amphetamine-like drug made popular by "raves" and other mass dancing events, can severely deplete levels of a brain chemical linked with mood, researchers said on Monday. This could explain why users report they feel depressed as they come down off a high, the Canadian team of researchers said. They said a 26-year-old man who had died of a drug overdose had very low levels of serotonin in his brain. Serotonin is an important neurotransmitter or message-carrying chemical linked with mood, appetite, sleep and emotions.
The man had been using Ecstasy for nine years, and in the last months of his life had also started using cocaine and heroin, the researchers wrote in the journal Neurology. "This is the first study to show that this drug can deplete the level of serotonin in humans," Stephen Kish of the Center for Addiction and Mental Health in Toronto, Canada, who led the study, said in a statement. "The levels of serotonin and another chemical associated with serotonin were 50 to 80 percent lower in the brain of the Ecstasy user."
Ecstasy, known chemically as methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or MDMA, is related to the hallucinogen mescaline and the stimulant amphetamine. It causes brain cells known as neurons to release serotonin. Ecstasy users say the drug makes them feel intimacy with other people and more aware of their emotions. "Some of the behavioral effects of this drug are probably due to the massive release and depletion of serotonin," Kish said. "And the depression that people feel after going off the drug could also be explained by the depletion of serotonin in the brain."
This one should be taken with a grain of salt, but it still shows that it fucks up serotonin:
Ecstasy Use Depletes Brain's Serotonin Levels
Monday, July 24, 2000
TORONTO, ON -- Use of the recreational drug Ecstasy causes a severe reduction in the amount of serotonin in the brain, according to a study in the July 25 issue of Neurology, the scientific journal of the American Academy of Neurology.
The study examined the brain of a 26-year-old man who had died of a drug overdose. He had been using Ecstasy for nine years, and in the last months of his life had also started using cocaine and heroin. His brain was compared to those from autopsies of 11 healthy people.
"The levels of serotonin and another chemical associated with serotonin were 50 to 80 percent lower in the brain of the Ecstasy user," said study author Stephen Kish, PhD, of the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health and Associate Professor at the University of Toronto. "This is the first study to show that this drug can deplete the level of serotonin in humans."
Ecstasy, which is known chemically as methylenedioxymeth- amphetamine, or MDMA, is structurally related to the hallucinogen mescaline and the stimulant amphetamine. MDMA causes neurons, or nerve cells, to release serotonin, a neurotransmitter that controls mood, pain perception, sleep, appetite and emotions. Ecstasy users report an increased awareness of emotion and a heightened sense of intimacy.
"Some of the behavioral effects of this drug are probably due to the massive release and depletion of serotonin," Kish said. "And the depression that people feel after going off the drug could also be explained by the depletion of serotonin in the brain."
The low levels of serotonin were found in the striatal area of the brain, which plays a key role in coordinating movement. In addition to serotonin, the level of 5- hydroxyindoleacetic acid, also known as 5-HIAA and a major breakdown product of serotonin, was also low in the brain of the Ecstasy user.
"Of course, these findings should be confirmed through additional studies," Kish said. "Conclusions based on a single case can only be tentative."
The man started using Ecstasy once a month at age 17. His usage increased, and in the last three years of his life he used it four to five nights a week at "rave" clubs, usually including a three-day weekend binge during which he took six to eight tablets. On the day after these binges, his friends said he appeared depressed and had slow speech, movement and reaction time.
Researchers confirmed the man's drug use through analysis of his brain, blood and hair. The analysis also confirmed that he had been using cocaine and heroin in the last months of his life. Kish said other research has shown that those drugs do not affect serotonin levels.
Kish said research should also be done to determine whether increasing serotonin levels in people who are going off the drug would help eliminate some of the behavioral problems that occur during withdrawal.
The Centre for Addiction and Mental Health is Canada's largest centre in the area of mental health and addictions. A World Health Organization Centre of Excellence and a teaching hospital fully affiliated with the University of Toronto, the Centre was established in 1998 through the merger of the Addiction Research Foundation, the Clarke Institute of Psychiatry, the Donwood Institute and the Queen Street Mental Health Centre.
The American Academy of Neurology, an association of more than 16,500 neurologists and neuroscience professionals, is dedicated to improving patient care through education and research.
This study was funded in part by the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA).
Let me see if I can find the funniest, ramblingest drug story ever...
... I heard the thunder now much closer boom off to my left but a voice inside me told me to ignore it, that it was only a distraction. I finally decided to set the rock aside with the other rocks I had dug out of the area around me. As I began to dig deeper into the sand I pulled out a few more rocks but then the voice I had heard before returned and told me not to dig to deep because no matter how deep I dig I can never remove all the grains that make the sand from the sand. I then began to smooth out the sand in front of me as I removed the few twigs that remained. I smoothed out the sand one last time and then drew a series of vertical lines across the smoothed sand in front of me. I then laid the largest rock, the burden, in the center of the garden covering the middle of three or four lines. To the right and at the side farthest from me I lay another rock covering all the lines to the right of the big rock. Then I lay a series of smaller rocks to the left of the big rock covering random parts of the paths to the left of the big rock and another long rock over the lines to the left closest to me. I finally lay to other thin rocks in front and behind the centerline in which the big rock lay. Then the voice inside my head told me that these were my paths. Though the paths to the right were the ones in which I was not meant to travel. These were the paths in which my life ended before it really began. To the right of me were the paths in which I would live on this earth the longest. But throughout these paths I would encounter many obstacles only to find that these paths lead to a dead end. The voice then told me that the center path was my destiny and that it was the hardest path to follow but if I did follow it I would live forever. More thunder began to erupt around me as I sat and stared into the garden I had made before me. As the wind began to pick up I watched as grains of sand began to fall down into every corner of my garden yet my eyes never seemed to miss one. Then the voice in my head told me, that I was a healer and that I was to take the pain away from those around me. So I began to dig in the sand around my garden. I removed the rocks and twigs from the grounds around my garden and as I did this I pushed a wall of sand up around the outside of my garden. After clearing the area around my garden I sat and once again stared into it. I then felt that when you help others you help yourself. Moving my hand to the outside of my wall I began to make a swirling motion which began to enclose the sand upon my garden. I continued this until nothing but the tip of the largest rock stuck out of the center of where my garden had been. Then the voice inside my head said "after all, were all really one." I sat there thoughtless for a time as thunder boomed around my head. I felt safe though, that nothing would disturb me. I then turned my eyes to the rocks I had removed from the outside of my garden and thought what should I do with them but by then I had already known. I threw them to the sky who returned them to the great lake in front of me knowing that eventually they would return to the beach. After that a sense of peacefulness and well being came over me. I then sat and played in the sand. Remembering what it was like to dig deep within the warm surface only to find a cool moist layer underneath. As I sat and pushed sand up over my legs a ranger came up in a truck which caught me off guard and left me a little embarrassed as I sat there covered in sand. I just pushed it aside after greeting him then he left probably wondering what drugs I'd been taken. Though other than smoking a bowl with a friend earlier that day I'd done nothing. After taking in a little more of what nature had to show me I decided it was time to go. As I rid home a small five-minute shower fell despite the furious growls of the previous thunder. Consumed in my motion I enjoyed a peaceful ride the rest of the way home.
http://leda.lycaeum.org/Trips/
has a shitload of funny stories (thanks google!)
let me find the one I was thinking of...
hahaha...I love hippie rants that make no sense:
After taking part in the untimely death of a small green insect I found myself judging my actions as THC flowed through my system. Thoughts of the pain that the poor insect experienced as the wick of a candle I had dropped it into was lit crawled through the depths of my mind. As I pick what was left of the insects body out of the hot red wax I knew their was only one way for me to know the pain that I had taken part in. I laid the insect's corpse in the palm of my hand and began to pour hot wax into it. Pain engulfed my hand as I coated the sensitive surface of my palm with hot wax. Even then I knew it was nothing compared to the experience that the insect had suffered. I tried to imagine what this sensation would be like all over my body as tears began to draw down my eyes. I then wrapped the cooling wax into a small package and deposited it in the pocket of my shorts and decided I would set the departed creature adrift in a great lake as a sign that I still had respect for life even though I had not shown it with my actions that day.
IX
As the clouds overhead began to form into dense layers and block the sun I decided that I needed to follow through with my promise and take the insect that I had helped murder to it's resting-place. I jumped on a bike and proceeded to ride down to the beach hoping that the labor of riding would help to keep this event in my mind. The ride was peaceful and riding down the bike path like I had when I was younger was exhilarating and spirit lifting. I felt as if I had broken free from time as I peddled through the trails hoping that my body still remembered how to operate the metal machine under me. Making my way to the beach I noticed that the clouds were getting dark and that there was a good chance I was going to get rained on. I didn't mind though, rain often feels cleansing to me. While riding down the old flooded out road leading down to the beach I took notice of the complex patterns of nature as they spread from ground to bush to tree to sky. Coming upon the beach I noticed a sign warning of asbestos containing materials in the water and the dangers of taking one home with you. I set my bike aside and walked down to the water observing the stench of dead smelt in the air then taking in the sight of their corpses lining the shore of the beach. Fitting, I thought to myself. I had indeed come to a graveyard. I pulled the wax casket out of my pocket and broke the wax seal I had encased the insect in so that the body may sooner return to the earth in which it had come from. Not knowing what to say and forgetting the words that did escape my mouth I tossed the pieces of wax with containing the insects remains into the water and watched as it quickly floated away out of my sight. I thought to myself that even to watch another life being murdered without trying to stop it was wrong. Walking back up the beach I found a piece of concrete sticking up downwind of the field of smelt corpses and rested myself down. Small fears such as ticks, asbestos poisoning? tried to creep into my mind but I ignored them. I sat and admired the seemingly endless body of water before me and took notice of the dark clouds that began to creep into the sky as distant thunder began to make itself known. Something about Japanese rock gardens came into my mind and before I knew it I was clearing away a place in the sand in front of me. As I cleared the area in front of me a voice seemed to emerge in my head. The voice felt familiar, it seemed to speak with my voice, but yet it was not my voice. It told me that everyone was full of imperfections. I then began to move all the small twigs and rocks from the field in front of me. As I did this thoughts of my name began to flow into my head. Jason... Jason... Jason... means... healer... and... then my hand plunged deep within the sand, and I pulled forth a gigantic rock and within my mind a voice said, "This is your burden." I pulled forth the rock and began to brush it off. I stared at as I dug into the angles of the rock trying to clean as much sand away from its surface as I could. I sat and turned the rock over in my hand for a bit not knowing what to do with it. Should I take it with me? Should I leave it? What should I do
Let me just say I am most impressed with this post made futher down the line of /.
http://slashdot.org/comments.pl?sid=29190&cid= 3133076
still not caring about putting in URL code...
Write a program to tell you if you have pants on. Then, when you have pants on, the program says, in a robot voice: "you have pants on" over and over. When you don't have pants on the robot voice says "you do not have pants on." The placing of pants will result in a modification of the voice warning within expected tolerances of 1.2 microseconds. The IEEE accepted definition of 'wearing pants' is having at least once pulled them so that the crotch area contacts the crotch of the person wearing said pants. Buttoning/zipping is not the prefered method of pants detection, seeing as many embarrassing situations arise from people having pants on but not having them properly secured. The robot voice would be the voice of the guy who did Kitt in Knight Rider and the pants detection algorhithim would be based on wither punch cards or mood rings.