Now that you just read that sentence, I'm sure your fourth is taking me seriously when I called the poster an illiterate moron. I don't know the guy. I don't care. It's insult humor, and to that guy I'm just some dumb turd on the internet, so if my post ruined his day he probably gets every single day ruined by someone. Lighten up, Francis.
Yeah, I bet it's because he respected women so much that he had to fuck other women on the sly, because his wife couldn't take all the thick, gooey respect.
You're like someone who believes a princess can be awakened from death with a kiss, but not that there was ever a dwarf named "Grumpy".
"Why?" is a very powerful question, but you're attempting to insert a partial answer for no reason, which renders the question worse than useless. You're assuming that there was a will and a mind behind the "creation" of human beings, when absolutely every piece of evidence we've been able to find indicates that it was nothing more than natural laws.
The rest of your post is just a bunch of weird nonsense. I think you have mental problems. Which is fine. We need artists, and weirdos make the most creative ones. But you make terrible scientists, and shouldn't be given charge of our educational system unless we decide to base our country's economy on the creative arts.
Where did you get the impression that you can develop an app on iOS and deploy it on Android?
As for porting apps, other than the fact that the OS, frameworks, and toolchain is different, the leap from Java to C# is a pretty short one. I'd call the gap between iOS and Android development at least as big as the gap between either and.NET.
Which, by the way, is a much better solution than the stupid "OH GOD WE HAVE TO DECODE IT IN THE BROWSER" that they originally cited as a reason they couldn't support H.264. You know what the best thing about decoding in the browser is? You get to either not take advantage of hardware acceleration, or write a multitude of different implementations to take care of every unique hardware setup. Awesome!
Codecs are a service that are almost universally an OS-provided thing. Windows, Linux, Mac, all of them have OS-provided codecs. Any recent mobile OS does too. They wanted to provided a consistent user experience in Firefox, and they consistently provided a user experience that fails to display an extremely common, possibly the most common now, high-quality, possibly the highest-quality, codec, all because of a stupid assumption that Firefox has to be the same on every platform. Which it's not, anyway, so boo-hoo to you that you can't accomplish the goal you were never able to accomplish in the first place. It's a classic cutting off the nose to spite the face situation, and as bloo-bloo-bloo as they want to be about being forced to... not even support it, but just properly hand it off to the "expert system", this is going to make things better for everybody involved.
Every problem (short of too much entropy in the universe, maybe) becomes easier if you have enough energy. No clean water? Desalinate sea water with tons of energy. Earth too hot? Fuck it, let's build domes under the sea and grow crops with artificial light. Can't get enough rare earths? Mine the living shit out of huge masses of dead earth (I'm assuming the planet is basically fucked by the time we need to do this kind of thing) for the trace minerals. If there's a viable project that has the potential to give us cheap, renewable energy, we should be funding it!
And when they aggregate that information and sell it to a background checking company who manages to establish a near-monopoly that flags you as a high-risk employee because a photo that's identified as you that you can't get taken down includes a gun and a liter of vodka?
It doesn't even matter if the picture is of you. Your privacy doesn't even have to be violated for you to be harmed. All that's needed is a system that doesn't respect privacy in general, and lacks the checks and balances that would motivate it to use the masses of information it has responsibly.
You may call the scenario highly hypothetical, but only if you don't look at what's been achieved with the credit reporting agencies. Now picture Experian with more power, and without the heaps and heaps of regulations piled on it.
I'm a gamer, and there is flat-out no way this stigma will be removed in my lifetime. When you get right down to it, we're playing pretend. Unless it's couched in layers of indirection, that's just not going to be socially acceptable until the average person has a lot more leisure time.
It's a good way for people to manage risk. It's a terrible way for a company trying to make the largest possible profit to manage risk. You know what? Some of my best friends are people. None of them are companies. Fuck companies, if they make a 0.01% profit, it's more than they "deserve". If those individuals that are part of the company want to make more money than any fifty people need for an entire lifetime, they're free to pursue some area of business where my friends don't die so they can have a yacht. The medical insurance industry turning off predators and attracting more altruistic people would be a fantastic thing.
I wonder, can you hold your breath in space? Or does your chest feel like it's getting crushed until you let the breath out? Or would it feel like you have too much air in your lungs because of the negative pressure? I've heard that divers need to let breath out as they rise.
IAWTC, but I'm laughing at all the people saying that the caffeine is the only reason to drink coffee. Some of us drink it black, and we like it that way!
I don't drink coffee all that much because I can't seem to develop a tolerance that lets me take more than 3-500 mg a day without getting really sick, but when I do it's definitely for the taste. I can get my caffeine in much more measured doses other ways, so when I drink coffee it's despite the caffeine. Decaf can go fuck itself until it tastes good though.
Quite right old chap, I shouldn't have been driving uninsured, don't know what I was thinking. Here, take my car, I don't deserve the privilege if I can't use it properly, I've no doubt you'll handle it better than I have. Well, I've only 3 hours before I need to be to work and 60 km to go, so I'd best be off. Cheerio!
God, I'm so glad I've got my own place now. Two of my previous roommates played Diablo II, and it's easily the most fucking annoying thing on the planet to listen to. Then you go look at it to see if maybe there's some depth there to explain why they're playing. Nope! Click click click. Then, you try it out to see if maybe there's something not apparent just watching over their shoulder. After all, they've been playing it all day every day for the past month, must be something Nope! Click click click click click.
Well that's a pretty big fucking issue right there.
Here, buy my old car. The $20,000 asking price might seem high for a '93 Mazda, but it comes with unlimited gasoline. I don't have AT&T's army of lawyers, so I'd better tell you how it works: As long as you only run the engine 3 minutes a month and keep it in neutral, you can use as much gasoline as you want until the fuel that came in the tank when you bought the car runs out.
What, you thought you had a "right" to unlimited gasoline just because I used the word "unlimited"? Hah! What a maroon!
Rant? Please. I know ranting, and this isn't it. The guy didn't like his job, and a billion people were bugging him about it, so he tried to articulate his reasons. Maybe he didn't do a great job there, but trying to argue with somebody about the validity of personal decisions like why they chose one job or girl or car (yes, a girl is like a job and expensive possession all wrapped into one, deal with it. imaginary girl that may be reading this, you may substitute guy. unless you're gay, then don't. unless you're a gay guy, then do. and if you're bi, pick one or both depending on... jesus christ I don't care. see, I told you I know ranting) is the very essence of immaturity. They're always going to be right--it was their decision. If it doesn't seem "right" to you, then you're just not able to get into their head well enough. Even if it ends up making them less happy in the end, they made the best decision they could with the information they had, which is their entire lifetime of experience.
The real rant is in the response. Somebody is all upset because somebody else left a company they don't even seem to like that much, but they're pursuing their own happiness and that just needs to be nipped in the bud. This is the real world! Things don't work that way! A company's gotta make money! Aristotle younger generation cliches!
Seriously? You're going to go there, but you don't realize that people rarely make solid arguments in defense of personal decisions? I guess if it's not something that's repeated a thousand times as if it's some sort of amazing insight that you can parrot, it's not worth thinking of on your own.
The greatest shows occur when the person being attacked for their decision doesn't realize that theirs wasn't the objectively correct one for everybody in the world, and tries to further defend their position as if it was. Increasingly specious arguments fly back and forth, people on both sides burrow further and further into their own heads, and the argument just gets weirder and weirder. The only way out of it short of running out of steam is for somebody to both realize what's happening and not care at all what either their opponent or spectators think, because all you can do is go, "it was my decision, I don't give a fuck what anybody thinks" and then stop defending yourself. Or, "wait, I'm trying to convince somebody that they aren't right about their own desires." Either one needs to just deal with everyone too wrapped up in the argument to realize that it's completely changed from where it started, thinking they "won". My prediction: Whittaker will have at least an intuitive understanding of this and shut up, the internet will continue to argue. Blog author will move onto a new inflammatory subject. But sometimes... sometimes magic happens, and it escalates for everyone to see, until it explodes in some self-destructive chest-beating. On the internet, where it can be watched by everyone and remembered forever. Or until something else shiny and loud comes along.
Can't say I've ever tried it, or known anyone who has. But then again, you get a very healthy respect for the drug after you use it--I've never taken any chance of having direct skin contact, or even touched something sticky that acid has touched.
I've also searched for any reference that it's not true--lots of myths debunked, but not that one. And plenty of other drugs absorb through the skin--nicotine and birth control to name two, there's tons more, those are just the ones I'm sure of without looking anything up. I know for a fact that you don't have to swallow it, holding a hit under your tongue hits just as hard as swallowing it if not faster, so it's not the digestion process that activates like some drugs, I've spit paper out once I realized I was already tripping my face off. Finally, on all the debunkings of "blue star" acid (tattoos given to children) or "orange guy/glass of orange juice" (accidentally absorbed hundreds of hits through skin), not a one that I could find even mentioned that LSD is less effective through the skin, let alone ineffective. For someone seeking to debunk the myth, the fact that it's impossible would be a pretty solid argument.
Then again, I can't find anything that definitively says it can be absorbed through the skin. All in all I'm not willing to risk it, in either direction, if I had LSD I wouldn't waste it on a potentially ineffective delivery method. How sure are you that it's a myth? Would you be willing to hold 10 hits in your hand for two hours? (10 hits is a pretty much guaranteed bad trip for an inexperienced user.
As a matter of fact, I think the "just part of the process" claim you just made is far more unlikely. With a threshold dose of 20-30mcg and an average hit being 100mcg, and there being 10,000 doses in question, your margin of error between just tripping and tripping harder than any person is likely to be able to handle is incredibly small. If you get high at all (20mcg), you've absorbed 0.002% of the product. If you absorb 0.2% instead, you just took 20 hits and are freaking the fuck out all over town, almost certainly bringing the cops back to your incredibly illegal drug manufactory. Those two orders of magnitude sound like large difference until you consider how stringent the controls need to be to ever hit that 0.002%, and how lax they need to be to be anything over 0.0%, which is what an actual well-run lab would do. Ever tried to do small-detail precision work (like dropping LSD is very regular rows on tiny blotter paper) while tripping? Good luck with that, I guess the stuff will still be here when you come down out of that tree 8 hours from now.
I know I went off on like 6 tangents here, but you seemed curious about the experience itself
Yeah, thanks for the info.
And for God's sake don't start out with more than 1-2 hits or 2-4 friends.
Is that only if you want to do the whole introspection thing and try to get something out of it? You mentioned at first you only used it as a party drug and nothing extraordinary happened the first time. I'm guessing the only place I'd be likely to find it at first would be at a music fest or concert or something like that. Not as controlled of an environment as you're recommending.
Eh, a music event, if you're the type that has fun at those (I definitely am), is a great place. Just come well-prepared, food/water/all that jazz, and have a bud to stick by that at least isn't going to fuck with you. Just take one hit the first time, you'll have the time of your life but you won't get a ton of visuals. You can always crank those up by smoking some weed though, the great part about doing it that was is the acid+weed peak only lasts a couple hours and then you can try it again. The main thing is, you want to be able to make semi-rational decisions while on acid so you don't need so much handholding.
Different trips. My first one, I didn't recognize the visuals at the time and I smoked a bunch of weed that day with friends so I thought it wasn't even real acid--didn't know what it felt like. My second trip, I took a lot, and saw overlapping patterns of giant eyeballs on the walls, but I knew it was just hallucinations. I've never even come close to losing touch with reality, I can't imagine how much it would take to be unable to tell when something impossible happening (like foot-wide eyeballs opening and closing in diagonal rows on the walls) isn't real. Oh, it looks real, but you can say to yourself, "this isn't possible, so it's not real". The real trick is when something that would normally be crazy happens, like a car accident happening outside your house. It takes hard thought to be able to figure out if that's real or fake, and it ain't always real--a closed door can sound like a car crash, and then you look at the car and it's got a dent, but you hallucinate the dent is the whole front of the car, and then you run outside shouting, "oh my god is everyone okay?!" and then the people react to you shouting and then it looks like a crisis situation which just reinforces that an accident happened even though it didn't and now a couple people who just got out of the car have some guy running at them shouting half-coherent questions and--well, you can probably see how stuff can get out of hand. You have to have the presence of mind to think through all that stuff while you're more fucked up than you've ever been in your entire life.
The insights only came when I actually sat down and introspected while tripping--most of the time, I just used it as a party drug. That said, I don't think there's a significant difference between your 2nd and 40th trip. As another poster mentioned, there's a near 100% tolerance from one day to the next, but if you wait a couple weeks it goes away completely. Your first is different because a lot of people, their first time, don't even recognize that they're being affected until they're already on the way down. Strong visuals only happen when you're tripping hard, and the basic visuals (tracers, subtle movements in patterns, etc.) are easy to overlook because the mind-fuck is much stronger than the hallucinations at low-medium doses. You're more worried about the meaning of time and whether drinking orange juice is going to make you permanently insane than whether a leaf on the wallpaper might have moved a little.
I'm a nervous, introspective, pessimistic person, so tripping was always an ordeal for me. But, I'm also a pretty strong personality, so when I felt stuff slipping away I held on harder. Some people trip and fall over that edge, and act like someone in a fugue state, where there's no self-control, and that's the "bad trip" stuff you hear about--I bet a couple of times I had as much internal turmoil as some of those people who ran down the street naked, but I just sat in the corner blowing my cheeks out and scrubbing my hand through my hair every 2 minutes for 16 hours. Not that I'm particularly special or anything, I just never took enough to throw me over that edge, but I definitely got close a few times. I think a fair portion of the people who have the freakouts are looking for an excuse to act crazy, and LSD is one hell of an excuse. And then once you start acting weird, it's easier to keep acting weird and blame it on a bad trip than it is to just pull things together and go "woah, sorry dudes, I was freaking out, I'm good now." But, you've got the mind-fuck going on, so it's hard to rationally say, "oh man I'm taking this too far, it's time to own up to it."
But anyway, no single trip was a massive life-altering experience like I've heard of other people having. It just helped me look at stuff from a different angle, be more objective, and for some reason I can't explain, coming to the exact same conclusion while on acid had a much stronger effect than it would otherwise, but I always felt like the same person the next day and nobody ever sai
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Not In My Back Yard ... Asshole?
Your first mistake was thinking that I care.
The second was letting your ridiculous white-knight tendencies get in the way of a good joke.
Your third was assuming that every illiterate moron is a non-native English speaker.
Now that you just read that sentence, I'm sure your fourth is taking me seriously when I called the poster an illiterate moron. I don't know the guy. I don't care. It's insult humor, and to that guy I'm just some dumb turd on the internet, so if my post ruined his day he probably gets every single day ruined by someone. Lighten up, Francis.
Yeah, I bet it's because he respected women so much that he had to fuck other women on the sly, because his wife couldn't take all the thick, gooey respect.
You're like someone who believes a princess can be awakened from death with a kiss, but not that there was ever a dwarf named "Grumpy".
"Why?" is a very powerful question, but you're attempting to insert a partial answer for no reason, which renders the question worse than useless. You're assuming that there was a will and a mind behind the "creation" of human beings, when absolutely every piece of evidence we've been able to find indicates that it was nothing more than natural laws.
The rest of your post is just a bunch of weird nonsense. I think you have mental problems. Which is fine. We need artists, and weirdos make the most creative ones. But you make terrible scientists, and shouldn't be given charge of our educational system unless we decide to base our country's economy on the creative arts.
Cowardly primitive.
Maybe next time wait for them to assemble the words into a coherent sentence before you take them from their mouths.
Where did you get the impression that you can develop an app on iOS and deploy it on Android?
As for porting apps, other than the fact that the OS, frameworks, and toolchain is different, the leap from Java to C# is a pretty short one. I'd call the gap between iOS and Android development at least as big as the gap between either and .NET.
Which, by the way, is a much better solution than the stupid "OH GOD WE HAVE TO DECODE IT IN THE BROWSER" that they originally cited as a reason they couldn't support H.264. You know what the best thing about decoding in the browser is? You get to either not take advantage of hardware acceleration, or write a multitude of different implementations to take care of every unique hardware setup. Awesome!
Codecs are a service that are almost universally an OS-provided thing. Windows, Linux, Mac, all of them have OS-provided codecs. Any recent mobile OS does too. They wanted to provided a consistent user experience in Firefox, and they consistently provided a user experience that fails to display an extremely common, possibly the most common now, high-quality, possibly the highest-quality, codec, all because of a stupid assumption that Firefox has to be the same on every platform. Which it's not, anyway, so boo-hoo to you that you can't accomplish the goal you were never able to accomplish in the first place. It's a classic cutting off the nose to spite the face situation, and as bloo-bloo-bloo as they want to be about being forced to ... not even support it, but just properly hand it off to the "expert system", this is going to make things better for everybody involved.
Both!
Every problem (short of too much entropy in the universe, maybe) becomes easier if you have enough energy. No clean water? Desalinate sea water with tons of energy. Earth too hot? Fuck it, let's build domes under the sea and grow crops with artificial light. Can't get enough rare earths? Mine the living shit out of huge masses of dead earth (I'm assuming the planet is basically fucked by the time we need to do this kind of thing) for the trace minerals. If there's a viable project that has the potential to give us cheap, renewable energy, we should be funding it!
And when they aggregate that information and sell it to a background checking company who manages to establish a near-monopoly that flags you as a high-risk employee because a photo that's identified as you that you can't get taken down includes a gun and a liter of vodka?
It doesn't even matter if the picture is of you. Your privacy doesn't even have to be violated for you to be harmed. All that's needed is a system that doesn't respect privacy in general, and lacks the checks and balances that would motivate it to use the masses of information it has responsibly.
You may call the scenario highly hypothetical, but only if you don't look at what's been achieved with the credit reporting agencies. Now picture Experian with more power, and without the heaps and heaps of regulations piled on it.
Unsorted data.
I'm a gamer, and there is flat-out no way this stigma will be removed in my lifetime. When you get right down to it, we're playing pretend. Unless it's couched in layers of indirection, that's just not going to be socially acceptable until the average person has a lot more leisure time.
It's a good way for people to manage risk. It's a terrible way for a company trying to make the largest possible profit to manage risk. You know what? Some of my best friends are people. None of them are companies. Fuck companies, if they make a 0.01% profit, it's more than they "deserve". If those individuals that are part of the company want to make more money than any fifty people need for an entire lifetime, they're free to pursue some area of business where my friends don't die so they can have a yacht. The medical insurance industry turning off predators and attracting more altruistic people would be a fantastic thing.
Some people genuinely enjoy explaining things, and if you don't want to answer it costs you nothing. Calm down.
I wonder, can you hold your breath in space? Or does your chest feel like it's getting crushed until you let the breath out? Or would it feel like you have too much air in your lungs because of the negative pressure? I've heard that divers need to let breath out as they rise.
Go gaywads!
IAWTC, but I'm laughing at all the people saying that the caffeine is the only reason to drink coffee. Some of us drink it black, and we like it that way!
I don't drink coffee all that much because I can't seem to develop a tolerance that lets me take more than 3-500 mg a day without getting really sick, but when I do it's definitely for the taste. I can get my caffeine in much more measured doses other ways, so when I drink coffee it's despite the caffeine. Decaf can go fuck itself until it tastes good though.
Quite right old chap, I shouldn't have been driving uninsured, don't know what I was thinking. Here, take my car, I don't deserve the privilege if I can't use it properly, I've no doubt you'll handle it better than I have. Well, I've only 3 hours before I need to be to work and 60 km to go, so I'd best be off. Cheerio!
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God, I'm so glad I've got my own place now. Two of my previous roommates played Diablo II, and it's easily the most fucking annoying thing on the planet to listen to. Then you go look at it to see if maybe there's some depth there to explain why they're playing. Nope! Click click click. Then, you try it out to see if maybe there's something not apparent just watching over their shoulder. After all, they've been playing it all day every day for the past month, must be something Nope! Click click click click click.
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Knowing what you're talking about helps. Use "I don't know" as a replacement for "um".
Well that's a pretty big fucking issue right there.
Here, buy my old car. The $20,000 asking price might seem high for a '93 Mazda, but it comes with unlimited gasoline. I don't have AT&T's army of lawyers, so I'd better tell you how it works: As long as you only run the engine 3 minutes a month and keep it in neutral, you can use as much gasoline as you want until the fuel that came in the tank when you bought the car runs out.
What, you thought you had a "right" to unlimited gasoline just because I used the word "unlimited"? Hah! What a maroon!
Rant? Please. I know ranting, and this isn't it. The guy didn't like his job, and a billion people were bugging him about it, so he tried to articulate his reasons. Maybe he didn't do a great job there, but trying to argue with somebody about the validity of personal decisions like why they chose one job or girl or car (yes, a girl is like a job and expensive possession all wrapped into one, deal with it. imaginary girl that may be reading this, you may substitute guy. unless you're gay, then don't. unless you're a gay guy, then do. and if you're bi, pick one or both depending on ... jesus christ I don't care. see, I told you I know ranting) is the very essence of immaturity. They're always going to be right--it was their decision. If it doesn't seem "right" to you, then you're just not able to get into their head well enough. Even if it ends up making them less happy in the end, they made the best decision they could with the information they had, which is their entire lifetime of experience.
The real rant is in the response. Somebody is all upset because somebody else left a company they don't even seem to like that much, but they're pursuing their own happiness and that just needs to be nipped in the bud. This is the real world! Things don't work that way! A company's gotta make money! Aristotle younger generation cliches!
Seriously? You're going to go there, but you don't realize that people rarely make solid arguments in defense of personal decisions? I guess if it's not something that's repeated a thousand times as if it's some sort of amazing insight that you can parrot, it's not worth thinking of on your own.
The greatest shows occur when the person being attacked for their decision doesn't realize that theirs wasn't the objectively correct one for everybody in the world, and tries to further defend their position as if it was. Increasingly specious arguments fly back and forth, people on both sides burrow further and further into their own heads, and the argument just gets weirder and weirder. The only way out of it short of running out of steam is for somebody to both realize what's happening and not care at all what either their opponent or spectators think, because all you can do is go, "it was my decision, I don't give a fuck what anybody thinks" and then stop defending yourself. Or, "wait, I'm trying to convince somebody that they aren't right about their own desires." Either one needs to just deal with everyone too wrapped up in the argument to realize that it's completely changed from where it started, thinking they "won". My prediction: Whittaker will have at least an intuitive understanding of this and shut up, the internet will continue to argue. Blog author will move onto a new inflammatory subject. But sometimes ... sometimes magic happens, and it escalates for everyone to see, until it explodes in some self-destructive chest-beating. On the internet, where it can be watched by everyone and remembered forever. Or until something else shiny and loud comes along.
Can't say I've ever tried it, or known anyone who has. But then again, you get a very healthy respect for the drug after you use it--I've never taken any chance of having direct skin contact, or even touched something sticky that acid has touched.
I've also searched for any reference that it's not true--lots of myths debunked, but not that one. And plenty of other drugs absorb through the skin--nicotine and birth control to name two, there's tons more, those are just the ones I'm sure of without looking anything up. I know for a fact that you don't have to swallow it, holding a hit under your tongue hits just as hard as swallowing it if not faster, so it's not the digestion process that activates like some drugs, I've spit paper out once I realized I was already tripping my face off. Finally, on all the debunkings of "blue star" acid (tattoos given to children) or "orange guy/glass of orange juice" (accidentally absorbed hundreds of hits through skin), not a one that I could find even mentioned that LSD is less effective through the skin, let alone ineffective. For someone seeking to debunk the myth, the fact that it's impossible would be a pretty solid argument.
Then again, I can't find anything that definitively says it can be absorbed through the skin. All in all I'm not willing to risk it, in either direction, if I had LSD I wouldn't waste it on a potentially ineffective delivery method. How sure are you that it's a myth? Would you be willing to hold 10 hits in your hand for two hours? (10 hits is a pretty much guaranteed bad trip for an inexperienced user.
As a matter of fact, I think the "just part of the process" claim you just made is far more unlikely. With a threshold dose of 20-30mcg and an average hit being 100mcg, and there being 10,000 doses in question, your margin of error between just tripping and tripping harder than any person is likely to be able to handle is incredibly small. If you get high at all (20mcg), you've absorbed 0.002% of the product. If you absorb 0.2% instead, you just took 20 hits and are freaking the fuck out all over town, almost certainly bringing the cops back to your incredibly illegal drug manufactory. Those two orders of magnitude sound like large difference until you consider how stringent the controls need to be to ever hit that 0.002%, and how lax they need to be to be anything over 0.0%, which is what an actual well-run lab would do. Ever tried to do small-detail precision work (like dropping LSD is very regular rows on tiny blotter paper) while tripping? Good luck with that, I guess the stuff will still be here when you come down out of that tree 8 hours from now.
Yeah, thanks for the info.
Is that only if you want to do the whole introspection thing and try to get something out of it? You mentioned at first you only used it as a party drug and nothing extraordinary happened the first time. I'm guessing the only place I'd be likely to find it at first would be at a music fest or concert or something like that. Not as controlled of an environment as you're recommending.
Eh, a music event, if you're the type that has fun at those (I definitely am), is a great place. Just come well-prepared, food/water/all that jazz, and have a bud to stick by that at least isn't going to fuck with you. Just take one hit the first time, you'll have the time of your life but you won't get a ton of visuals. You can always crank those up by smoking some weed though, the great part about doing it that was is the acid+weed peak only lasts a couple hours and then you can try it again. The main thing is, you want to be able to make semi-rational decisions while on acid so you don't need so much handholding.
Different trips. My first one, I didn't recognize the visuals at the time and I smoked a bunch of weed that day with friends so I thought it wasn't even real acid--didn't know what it felt like. My second trip, I took a lot, and saw overlapping patterns of giant eyeballs on the walls, but I knew it was just hallucinations. I've never even come close to losing touch with reality, I can't imagine how much it would take to be unable to tell when something impossible happening (like foot-wide eyeballs opening and closing in diagonal rows on the walls) isn't real. Oh, it looks real, but you can say to yourself, "this isn't possible, so it's not real". The real trick is when something that would normally be crazy happens, like a car accident happening outside your house. It takes hard thought to be able to figure out if that's real or fake, and it ain't always real--a closed door can sound like a car crash, and then you look at the car and it's got a dent, but you hallucinate the dent is the whole front of the car, and then you run outside shouting, "oh my god is everyone okay?!" and then the people react to you shouting and then it looks like a crisis situation which just reinforces that an accident happened even though it didn't and now a couple people who just got out of the car have some guy running at them shouting half-coherent questions and--well, you can probably see how stuff can get out of hand. You have to have the presence of mind to think through all that stuff while you're more fucked up than you've ever been in your entire life.
The insights only came when I actually sat down and introspected while tripping--most of the time, I just used it as a party drug. That said, I don't think there's a significant difference between your 2nd and 40th trip. As another poster mentioned, there's a near 100% tolerance from one day to the next, but if you wait a couple weeks it goes away completely. Your first is different because a lot of people, their first time, don't even recognize that they're being affected until they're already on the way down. Strong visuals only happen when you're tripping hard, and the basic visuals (tracers, subtle movements in patterns, etc.) are easy to overlook because the mind-fuck is much stronger than the hallucinations at low-medium doses. You're more worried about the meaning of time and whether drinking orange juice is going to make you permanently insane than whether a leaf on the wallpaper might have moved a little.
I'm a nervous, introspective, pessimistic person, so tripping was always an ordeal for me. But, I'm also a pretty strong personality, so when I felt stuff slipping away I held on harder. Some people trip and fall over that edge, and act like someone in a fugue state, where there's no self-control, and that's the "bad trip" stuff you hear about--I bet a couple of times I had as much internal turmoil as some of those people who ran down the street naked, but I just sat in the corner blowing my cheeks out and scrubbing my hand through my hair every 2 minutes for 16 hours. Not that I'm particularly special or anything, I just never took enough to throw me over that edge, but I definitely got close a few times. I think a fair portion of the people who have the freakouts are looking for an excuse to act crazy, and LSD is one hell of an excuse. And then once you start acting weird, it's easier to keep acting weird and blame it on a bad trip than it is to just pull things together and go "woah, sorry dudes, I was freaking out, I'm good now." But, you've got the mind-fuck going on, so it's hard to rationally say, "oh man I'm taking this too far, it's time to own up to it."
But anyway, no single trip was a massive life-altering experience like I've heard of other people having. It just helped me look at stuff from a different angle, be more objective, and for some reason I can't explain, coming to the exact same conclusion while on acid had a much stronger effect than it would otherwise, but I always felt like the same person the next day and nobody ever sai