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I don't own a laptop.

I just picked up "How to Build a Time Machine" by Paul Davies, and it's super interesting.

I need no protractor! Damn you harlot, me and math know what we're doing!

Looks like the ship is at a 30 degree tilt to me. I took geometry.

I love that song. I like the last minute or so a lot too.

No, I mean, making the world a better place and stuff.

I wish there was a Grand Theft Auto game like that

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I didn't read through the thread, but, did anyone point out the fact that it's ironic that Jodo Kast started this thread? Now, I don't know if it's just a coincedence, but if not, he is really just a walking, talking example of how some people who play vidoe games get all jumbled up in the head.

Sure, I'll admit I'm obsessed, but not in the mainstream, creepy obsessed. I don't wait around for her to get off of work t take pictures of her walking out of work and stuff. I mean, I don't know anything about her really. I do, however, think about her a lot. I don't think about sex with her or anything malicious like that though. I just wonder about her. I wonder what she is like. I wonder what kind of conversations we would have if I would ever actually talk to her. I wonder what we would do if she agreed to go on a date with me. Can you date someone you've just met? By this, I mean, can you just walk up to someone and ask them out on a date? The answer is of course yes, but what would the other person think? I've convinced myself that she is interested in me. I have based that, on the few times I've seen her in the store, and I have looked at her, and saw her look at me a few times, and she would walk past me. I've convinced myself she I interested in me, but I usually quickly dismiss that thought, on the basis that that has not happened to me very often to my knowledge. Still, in the back of my mind, subconciously, I believe she is interested in me, and that thinking, is the reason for most of my thoughts about her. I dislike most people I know. I don't dislike them in the typical sense though. I look down on most of them in a way. I take a step back. I don't like the way they act. Their set of goals, the conversations they have. It doesn't sicken me, or disgust. It doesn't intrigue me too much, either. I don't feel that most anything they talk about is interesting in the slightest. Sports, mostly, and drinking or doing drugs, for the guys. Gossip and television for the chicks. There is no room for a conversation about dimensions, time travel, really, anything science in origin. No philosophical debates. Economic discussions are few and far between to say the least. It's not that they don't have the capacity to participate in these things, they just don't care. Stuff like that though, is a dime a dozen o places like this on the internet. I don't have any good friends anymore. I have plenty of "friends" but not as good as I used to. It's not that we got into fights or anything, all my good friends just sort of moved on, and I didn't. I didn't adapt in the same ways they did, and because of it, we don't talk of hang out as much as we used to. It's not a problem though. It doesn't rain on my parade or anything like that. It's a symptom of my personality. What's the point of work? What's the point of school? Why do we do what we do? It's all relative. I know, that I value knowledge, even though it doesn't matter, because I can gain knoledge and wisdom my whole life, and then die, and it is all a waste. But it's not, because I enjoyed it, and that's what it all comes down to. You do things in your life that you enjoy, because when you die, none of it matters. So, if you keep working, you do so to make money, and with that money, you either just make enough to continue living, or you make a lot of it, and spen it frivilously, or save it, and die. That's what life is about. It's about you and the fact that the only times that you have no chioce in the matter, is when you are born, and when you die. Everything else, is your chioce. What's the point of life if there is nothing that comes after it? Why keep going if you're just going to die and be finished? Well, why not? Why not keep living, and enjoying? I mean, if you're going to die anyway, what's the rush?

No! you posted that you do though!

I don't drink or do drugs lol

The people who were being hurt here are people like the Sher Music Company, and the other companies like them that publish Real Books and have to buy the rights for these songs and put them in a book. They didn't do this on account of the songs that can't be found in books easily, but because of the songs that can be. They can't monitor all of te songs, so they just shut the entire site down. It's still legal to have tabs for songs that are over 100 years old though, because they are in the public domain.

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They sell tab books, and sheet music of most of this stuff. Magazines also publish tabs. If you look it up on the interent, you aren't paying them for it.

I'm not really suprised. This kind of thing happened with fake books too. The difference is that people were paying for fake books. That's not really the same type of situation. I do remember that there is supposed to ba some sort of law that you are supposed to pay this musical association type thing when you use a song not in the public domain whenever you have people pay to listen to you.

Ren & Stimpy theme song is so great.

So you owe somebody something then?

It also comes off as a little gay.

Lol

Why are you guys wishing him a happy birthday and what not? Have you all forgotten what an elitist jerk he is? How he goes from thread to thread belittling everyone? How he acts like his opinion of music and movies is better than everyone elses? He doesn't deserve your "happy birthdays"

Just want to make sure everyone saw that.

When you type something you are thinking about it by default. Just because you don't begin the post with "I'm thinking" doesn't mean you aren't thinking about what you post, because in order to type something, you've got to be thinking about it. I mean, I don't think anyone sits at the keyboard, and just hits random keys and out of some freak accident manage to type words into sentances. I mean, I'm just saying.

Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about 20 So come on and bring your jukebox money. Well the Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love Shack, baby Love Shack, Love Shack, baby Love Shack,Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby! Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you! Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder suga Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you! Bang bang bang! On the door baby (knock a little louder) Bang bang bang! On the door Bang bang bang! On the door baby Bang bang!

Erotic Vulture gets me every time.