Let me set your worthless 14-year-old sack of shit self straight on a few facts of life, sonny boy.
Roughly 11 years ago, I had a sex with a woman. (Sex is where you put your thing into her thing and it gets all juicy in there after a while. It's a bit like those clips you like to watch on Fapdu except the woman's really there with you and everything.) I know you think it's some magickal bottomless bag of happy-happy with no consequences, but once you've actually had it a few times, you just might start to discover that's not always quite the way it is.
In any event, roughly 9 months later, this woman had a baby. (A "baby" is a very small human. You often get one of these after you've had sex.) Except that this was my baby--a new human being with just as much right to be here as any Anonymous Cowflop you might happen across on Slashdot. I didn't ask for my daughter, but I got her.
And since I am responsible for her being on this planet, I have the obligation to do the best I can to give her a good start in life. And this is exactly what I aim to do.
Sex life? Hell yeah. I have a gorgeous partner who is smart, good-hearted, and very sexy. And she appears to have a similar assessment of me. I take shameless advantage of this every opportunity I get. So... check.
Hobbies. *looks around room at books, guitars, photos and other mementos from travels, concert T-shirts dating back to the mid-1970s, bong, etc* Heh. Yeah, I've a few of those. Check.
Social life. I've got family and friends on 4 continents. As, "yes, these are real-life friends whom I've visited in their homes and some of them in mine". Check.
Career aspirations. Well, I've written about 15 books that have actually been published, 2 more that never were, edited a few more. I've worked for 3 of the biggest names in software (still at #3). My (real) name is associated with 2 major OSS projects to which I've contributed code (a bit) and documentation (lots and lots). I'm not famous, but I seem to have a pretty decent professional reputation (it's good enough that I get 3-4 job offers a year even though I've not actively sought employment in nearly ten years). So I dunno about the "aspiring" part, but I think I've got the "career" part pretty well covered. Check.
And, yes, I have a kid. I did not plan to have one, but I did. I could easily have just disappeared, saying, "I didn't want the kid, so the hell with it". Instead, I pay a fair chunk of child support and fly halfway round the world a couple times a year to spend time with her because I am responsible for her having life and because I believe that every child has the right to be cared for, to know her parents, and to know that her parents love her. I obviously can't guarantee that for all children, but I'll be damned if I don't try to do so for my child.
So basically you're mocking me for being responsible and taking care of my obligation to a human whom I brought into this world, rather than regarding her as someone else's mess to clean up. Check.
You'd prefer I follow your own parents' methodology, I suppose, but I hear that this only works if you knot the bag tightly before you throw it into the river.
I'm sure trackpads are dandy if you don't actually have to do much typing. Since I'm a writer and thus do quite a lot of typing, I prefer not to have a palm rest that's capable of flinging my mouse pointer to random points on the screen whilst I'm trying to do so.
And in some cases it can be as simple as turning on a flourescent light [wikipedia.org] or taking a cheap over-the-counter vitamin.
I have an even more radical solution: Go outside and/or be near a window during the day.
Apparently you missed the part about this not doing a damn bit of good in Edinburgh (52N) from October to March, and I'm sure it's not any better here in Stockholm (60N).
And for decades bad nutritional advice like "the four food groups" has been enshrined in public education by regulatory capture and clever marketing by agribusiness.
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As someone who had this model incorporated into his worldview at an early age, and has relied on it in the course of raising a child, I would be EXTREMELY interested in seeing some reputable citations to back up your statement.
(Seriously, I am not trolling here: I am ready to be convinced, but wish to see some hard evidence.)
Meet an old debater's judo throw known as reductio ad absurdem. It's very effective at dispelling ridiculous blanket assertions such as that put forward by the OP.
BTW, given your keen powers of observation, you no doubt noticed that elsewhere in this discussion, I took someone else to task for equating a pay-walled article to some sort of life-and-death matter, and you were able to conclude (correctly) that I don't give a shit whether they charge to read their article or not.
Really? Mine makes more than I do (she's an engineer and I'm a writer, go figure), and usually volunteers to pay for "extras" like trips to the cinema and dinners out.
All I see coming from you are excuses that amount to nothing more than, "I should be able to string words together any old way, and others just have to figure out what the Wonderful Me intended."
Which is just fucking childish. Check back when you're actually ready to communicate with other adults.
Morals are arbitrary and enforced from some "higher authority".
IOW, Morals = Do as you're told. Accept what we tell you is right or wrong.
Ethics are derived logically from one or a few basic principles.
IOW, Ethics = Think for yourself. Use your brain and decide for yourself what is right or wrong.
Guess what? Whether or not YOU believe in some higher power has absolutely fuck-all to with these definitions. You might as well say, "I'm not a Roman Catholic: therefore, the Pope is just some guy in a white dress, and Catholics do not actually follow him, they just think that they do." Which is obviously poppycock.
Other people's beliefs can be quite powerful. You might not share them. Nevertheless, you may find yourself ignoring them at your own peril.
(FYI, I consider myself a Buddhist, and I consider the ontological question a meaningless one, because any answer makes no difference to my worldview or ethics.)
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Let me set your worthless 14-year-old sack of shit self straight on a few facts of life, sonny boy.
Roughly 11 years ago, I had a sex with a woman. (Sex is where you put your thing into her thing and it gets all juicy in there after a while. It's a bit like those clips you like to watch on Fapdu except the woman's really there with you and everything.) I know you think it's some magickal bottomless bag of happy-happy with no consequences, but once you've actually had it a few times, you just might start to discover that's not always quite the way it is.
In any event, roughly 9 months later, this woman had a baby. (A "baby" is a very small human. You often get one of these after you've had sex.) Except that this was my baby--a new human being with just as much right to be here as any Anonymous Cowflop you might happen across on Slashdot. I didn't ask for my daughter, but I got her.
And since I am responsible for her being on this planet, I have the obligation to do the best I can to give her a good start in life. And this is exactly what I aim to do.
Sex life? Hell yeah. I have a gorgeous partner who is smart, good-hearted, and very sexy. And she appears to have a similar assessment of me. I take shameless advantage of this every opportunity I get. So... check.
Hobbies. *looks around room at books, guitars, photos and other mementos from travels, concert T-shirts dating back to the mid-1970s, bong, etc* Heh. Yeah, I've a few of those. Check.
Social life. I've got family and friends on 4 continents. As, "yes, these are real-life friends whom I've visited in their homes and some of them in mine". Check.
Career aspirations. Well, I've written about 15 books that have actually been published, 2 more that never were, edited a few more. I've worked for 3 of the biggest names in software (still at #3). My (real) name is associated with 2 major OSS projects to which I've contributed code (a bit) and documentation (lots and lots). I'm not famous, but I seem to have a pretty decent professional reputation (it's good enough that I get 3-4 job offers a year even though I've not actively sought employment in nearly ten years). So I dunno about the "aspiring" part, but I think I've got the "career" part pretty well covered. Check.
And, yes, I have a kid. I did not plan to have one, but I did. I could easily have just disappeared, saying, "I didn't want the kid, so the hell with it". Instead, I pay a fair chunk of child support and fly halfway round the world a couple times a year to spend time with her because I am responsible for her having life and because I believe that every child has the right to be cared for, to know her parents, and to know that her parents love her. I obviously can't guarantee that for all children, but I'll be damned if I don't try to do so for my child.
So basically you're mocking me for being responsible and taking care of my obligation to a human whom I brought into this world, rather than regarding her as someone else's mess to clean up. Check.
You'd prefer I follow your own parents' methodology, I suppose, but I hear that this only works if you knot the bag tightly before you throw it into the river.
Thank you for helping me to come up with what I'd like to call Zontar's Corollary to the Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory:
An AC's lack of empathy for children increases exponentially with the AC's own childishness.
"Whaddaya think, sirs?"
I'm sure trackpads are dandy if you don't actually have to do much typing. Since I'm a writer and thus do quite a lot of typing, I prefer not to have a palm rest that's capable of flinging my mouse pointer to random points on the screen whilst I'm trying to do so.
Does that mean you'll get three times as worked up when you read a post from this guy?
I'd quite enjoy seeing that.
... you lose all the elegance of the full-screen task-bar-less experience.
I believe the customary meme to invoke here would be, and nothing of value was lost.
Thanks for the interesting reading.
As the father of a 10-y-o daughter of my own, I humbly invite you to go fuck yourself.
trackPadDisablers++;
And in some cases it can be as simple as turning on a flourescent light [wikipedia.org] or taking a cheap over-the-counter vitamin.
I have an even more radical solution: Go outside and/or be near a window during the day.
Apparently you missed the part about this not doing a damn bit of good in Edinburgh (52N) from October to March, and I'm sure it's not any better here in Stockholm (60N).
Thanks for playing..
And for decades bad nutritional advice like "the four food groups" has been enshrined in public education by regulatory capture and clever marketing by agribusiness.
As someone who had this model incorporated into his worldview at an early age, and has relied on it in the course of raising a child, I would be EXTREMELY interested in seeing some reputable citations to back up your statement.
(Seriously, I am not trolling here: I am ready to be convinced, but wish to see some hard evidence.)
Thank you!
This isn't you? Ah well.
You're just carping because Niris already pwned the whole discussion.
Meet an old debater's judo throw known as reductio ad absurdem. It's very effective at dispelling ridiculous blanket assertions such as that put forward by the OP.
BTW, given your keen powers of observation, you no doubt noticed that elsewhere in this discussion, I took someone else to task for equating a pay-walled article to some sort of life-and-death matter, and you were able to conclude (correctly) that I don't give a shit whether they charge to read their article or not.
Really? Mine makes more than I do (she's an engineer and I'm a writer, go figure), and usually volunteers to pay for "extras" like trips to the cinema and dinners out.
I must be doing it wrong, I suppose.
Swing, and a miss.
As all good Misties know, that's "In space, no-one can hear you sue".
Heh. I was actually thinking of your sig when I posted that. :)
You could, you know, pay to play. Like all other aspects of life.
I hate being the one to break this to you, but... If your girlfriend is billing you for services rendered, she's not really your girlfriend.
"The kind of thing people die over"? Isn't that a bit, shall we say, dramatic?
Okay, so we'll all post our real names, addresses, and telephone numbers.
Starting with you, of course.
And once we've all done this... Guess what? Nothing will have changed: the AC will still be just as right, and you will be just as wrong.
Nice try, but if you've wired it for sound, that's no different from someone actually being there to here it.
All I see coming from you are excuses that amount to nothing more than, "I should be able to string words together any old way, and others just have to figure out what the Wonderful Me intended."
Which is just fucking childish. Check back when you're actually ready to communicate with other adults.
We're done here.
Your (what passes for) logic is badly flawed.
Morals are arbitrary and enforced from some "higher authority".
IOW, Morals = Do as you're told. Accept what we tell you is right or wrong.
Ethics are derived logically from one or a few basic principles.
IOW, Ethics = Think for yourself. Use your brain and decide for yourself what is right or wrong.
Guess what? Whether or not YOU believe in some higher power has absolutely fuck-all to with these definitions. You might as well say, "I'm not a Roman Catholic: therefore, the Pope is just some guy in a white dress, and Catholics do not actually follow him, they just think that they do." Which is obviously poppycock.
Other people's beliefs can be quite powerful. You might not share them. Nevertheless, you may find yourself ignoring them at your own peril.
(FYI, I consider myself a Buddhist, and I consider the ontological question a meaningless one, because any answer makes no difference to my worldview or ethics.)
Let us celebrate your near-success, then.
I've actually seen that, but I thought it had something to do with that remake of Planet of the Apes...
The butthurt is really strong in you. Perhaps some counselling would help.