The Random Thread.

[DiscoStu]

random things that happened to me on the same day

was walking from the train station, saw a iphone dropped in the middle of the road I was just gonna leave it there, but then i saw a girl frantically searching her back pack and looking worried, so i ran back out into the road (lucky it was a red light ) and got it and gave it to her, she seemed pretty happy

later in the same day was walking to the shops and some old guy wanted me to push him up the hill in his wheelchair, so I did. we got to the top and he kept saying "just over there" until we ended up right at the top of the hill. he seemed pretty happy.

2 random acts of kindness in a day, I reckon I can be a complete cunt for the rest of the year now

[waterboy 2.0]

....I hate portaloos

They should be banning those things

[etherealdrifter]

when you clean the kitkats tray... dunny wear thongs to kick it along to the laundry..........fucking waste of good thong ....yuk

...p.s my cat speud disco's name out while heaving shards of grass from the lawn

[mutant]

hey did you notice that when cutting many cuttings of tricho with a saw (no, not the film), the mucous gets stuck on everything?

I was tempted to wash the shit away... the worst? it sticks in your hands too!

Edited May 28, 2015 by mutant

[☽Ţ ҉ĥϋηϠ₡яღ☯ॐ€ðяئॐ♡Pϟiℓℴϟℴ]

thankyou

wow it reallee doze get spelt wronge alot

lol you too ?

happened to me with gymnocalcium i mean er gymnocalycium , a lot

taber nante i had to keep telln myself to lock that one in though

[☽Ţ ҉ĥϋηϠ₡яღ☯ॐ€ðяئॐ♡Pϟiℓℴϟℴ]

Inglourious basterds? Only seen it once, great movie, sounds like something out of that lol

nope

Bridge over the river Kwai??

Nein

Oh hang on zat iz a German accent..D'oh

Jah it was one of the diehard movies , i thnk number 1 or 2 ... i thnk it was professor snape who said it too : 3

not been able to stop saying it for about 16 yrs

inglorious basterds is a great movie

I like to think WW2 actually ended like that

i like to think it ended like the greatest story never told 6 hour documentary...

not seen inglorious basterds but i really dig the spelling stealing of my way to spell basterds.... those thieving bazterds!

I'll have to watch it sometime when i get a chance thanks for the rec' i should probably get into movies more.

[mutant]

Inglorious bastids is an okey movie and tarantino is one of the most overrated directors working.. Fuck tarantino

[simhanada]

 

[tangled]

late night soulvaki and wedges with tzaiki dip

[mutant]

^^

thats funny

[tangled]

Yeah you would know all about that

[Amazonian]

The actor Christopher Lee had died. He was responsible for many a nightmare in my early teens, lol. He was one of my favorite actors.

RIP Mr Lee ( aka Count Dracula)

[bogfrog]

"In April of 1958, a 22 year-old Hunter S. Thompson wrote a letter on the meaning of life when asked by a friend for advice. What makes his response all the more profound is the fact that at the time, the world had no idea that he would become one of the most important writers of the 20th century. Therefore his beliefs about purpose were hypotheticalthey were statements of faith.

But if its true that our beliefs really do become our reality, then theres no better example of a life fully realised than the one of Hunter S. Thompson. Let his perspective inspire you:

April 22, 1958

57 Perry Street

New York City

Dear Hume,

You ask advice: ah, what a very human and very dangerous thing to do! For to give advice to a man who asks what to do with his life implies something very close to egomania. To presume to point a man to the right and ultimate goal to point with a trembling finger in the RIGHT direction is something only a fool would take upon himself.

I am not a fool, but I respect your sincerity in asking my advice. I ask you though, in listening to what I say, to remember that all advice can only be a product of the man who gives it. What is truth to one may be disaster to another. I do not see life through your eyes, nor you through mine. If I were to attempt to give you specific advice, it would be too much like the blind leading the blind.

To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles (Shakespeare)

And indeed, that IS the question: whether to float with the tide, or to swim for a goal. It is a choice we must all make consciously or unconsciously at one time in our lives. So few people understand this! Think of any decision youve ever made which had a bearing on your future: I may be wrong, but I dont see how it could have been anything but a choice however indirect between the two things Ive mentioned: the floating or the swimming.

But why not float if you have no goal? That is another question. It is unquestionably better to enjoy the floating than to swim in uncertainty. So how does a man find a goal? Not a castle in the stars, but a real and tangible thing. How can a man be sure hes not after the big rock candy mountain, the enticing sugar-candy goal that has little taste and no substance?

The answer and, in a sense, the tragedy of life is that we seek to understand the goal and not the man. We set up a goal which demands of us certain things: and we do these things. We adjust to the demands of a concept which CANNOT be valid. When you were young, let us say that you wanted to be a fireman. I feel reasonably safe in saying that you no longer want to be a fireman. Why? Because your perspective has changed. Its not the fireman who has changed, but you. Every man is the sum total of his reactions to experience. As your experiences differ and multiply, you become a different man, and hence your perspective changes. This goes on and on. Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective.

So it would seem foolish, would it not, to adjust our lives to the demands of a goal we see from a different angle every day? How could we ever hope to accomplish anything other than galloping neurosis?

The answer, then, must not deal with goals at all, or not with tangible goals, anyway. It would take reams of paper to develop this subject to fulfillment. God only knows how many books have been written on the meaning of man and that sort of thing, and god only knows how many people have pondered the subject. (I use the term god only knows purely as an expression.) Theres very little sense in my trying to give it up to you in the proverbial nutshell, because Im the first to admit my absolute lack of qualifications for reducing the meaning of life to one or two paragraphs.

Im going to steer clear of the word existentialism, but you might keep it in mind as a key of sorts. You might also try something called Being and Nothingness by Jean-Paul Sartre, and another little thing called Existentialism: From Dostoyevsky to Sartre. These are merely suggestions. If youre genuinely satisfied with what you are and what youre doing, then give those books a wide berth. (Let sleeping dogs lie.) But back to the answer. As I said, to put our faith in tangible goals would seem to be, at best, unwise. So we do not strive to be firemen, we do not strive to be bankers, nor policemen, nor doctors. WE STRIVE TO BE OURSELVES.

But dont misunderstand me. I dont mean that we cant BE firemen, bankers, or doctors but that we must make the goal conform to the individual, rather than make the individual conform to the goal. In every man, heredity and environment have combined to produce a creature of certain abilities and desires including a deeply ingrained need to function in such a way that his life will be MEANINGFUL. A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

As I see it then, the formula runs something like this: a man must choose a path which will let his ABILITIES function at maximum efficiency toward the gratification of his DESIRES. In doing this, he is fulfilling a need (giving himself identity by functioning in a set pattern toward a set goal), he avoids frustrating his potential (choosing a path which puts no limit on his self-development), and he avoids the terror of seeing his goal wilt or lose its charm as he draws closer to it (rather than bending himself to meet the demands of that which he seeks, he has bent his goal to conform to his own abilities and desires).

In short, he has not dedicated his life to reaching a pre-defined goal, but he has rather chosen a way of life he KNOWS he will enjoy. The goal is absolutely secondary: it is the functioning toward the goal which is important. And it seems almost ridiculous to say that a man MUST function in a pattern of his own choosing; for to let another man define your own goals is to give up one of the most meaningful aspects of life the definitive act of will which makes a man an individual.

Lets assume that you think you have a choice of eight paths to follow (all pre-defined paths, of course). And lets assume that you cant see any real purpose in any of the eight. THEN and here is the essence of all Ive said you MUST FIND A NINTH PATH.

Naturally, it isnt as easy as it sounds. Youve lived a relatively narrow life, a vertical rather than a horizontal existence. So it isnt any too difficult to understand why you seem to feel the way you do. But a man who procrastinates in his CHOOSING will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.

So if you now number yourself among the disenchanted, then you have no choice but to accept things as they are, or to seriously seek something else. But beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living WITHIN that way of life. But you say, I dont know where to look; I dont know what to look for.

And theres the crux. Is it worth giving up what I have to look for something better? I dont know is it? Who can make that decision but you? But even by DECIDING TO LOOK, you go a long way toward making the choice.

If I dont call this to a halt, Im going to find myself writing a book. I hope its not as confusing as it looks at first glance. Keep in mind, of course, that this is MY WAY of looking at things. I happen to think that its pretty generally applicable, but you may not. Each of us has to create our own credo this merely happens to be mine.

If any part of it doesnt seem to make sense, by all means call it to my attention. Im not trying to send you out on the road in search of Valhalla, but merely pointing out that it is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it. There is more to it than that no one HAS to do something he doesnt want to do for the rest of his life. But then again, if thats what you wind up doing, by all means convince yourself that you HAD to do it. Youll have lots of company.

And thats it for now. Until I hear from you again, I remain,

your friend,

Hunter."

[bℓσωηG]

big breasts , that is all

[bℓσωηG]

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[tangled]

Wind is howling outside sounding like a ghost (maybe it is a ghost?)

[FancyPants]

Revisiting a previous night's journey (some may label "flashback") after the glorious release of painkiller-induced backup. Bathroom gets brighter, faint aural glow etc... psilocontin extended release?

Surely not the only one???? lol

[tangled]

Bathrooms look weird anyway in the middle of the night

[FancyPants]

Nah this was the other day about five in the afternoon. Looked like come up. Surely something biological but I don't want to go into further detail why I'm guessing (and that's saying somethign for me when I won't get too personal...)

[bogfrog]

Childhood

Kathleen Raine (b 1908)

I see all, am all, all.

I leap along the line of the horizon hill,

I am a cloud in the high sky,

I trace the veins of intricate fern.

In the dark ivy wall the wren's world

Soft to bird breast nest of round eggs is mine,

Mine in the rowan-tree the blackbird's thought

Inviolate in leaves ensphered.

I am bird-world, leaf-life, I am wasp-world hung

Under low berry-branch of hidden thorn,

Friable paper-world humming with hate,

Moss-thought, rain-thought, stone still thought on the hill.

Never, never, never will I go home to be a child.

[dajindo]

Just collecting posts. Nothing to see here.

[tangled]

thats hard work dajindo ripping them from the pavement.

[dajindo]

I know, right

[dajindo]

Ok, some Chilling Coincidences for y'all. Hope you are superstitious like me.

At age 49 South African astronomer Danie du Toit was giving a lecture about how death could come at any time. After he finished, he pulled out a mint and popped it into his mouth. Within a few minutes he had choked to death.

Edited July 5, 2015 by dajindo

[dajindo]

In 1975 a man was killed by a taxi while riding a scooter in Bermuda. One year later the man’s brother was killed on the same scooter by the same taxi driver who was carrying the same passenger!

Edited July 5, 2015 by dajindo