200 pounds's not that bad (unless you're very short, but then your goal would still result in a high BMI), and we should switch weight, I'm just below 140! Yup... I'm a scrawny faggot.
I'm at the very bottom of the "average" category, not extremely short. Still, 200 was in the unhealthy range and I was not happy with myself at all.
And dude, I would be all too happy to swap weights. If only it were that easy!
I wasn't talking about you, gomidog. Others have been mean on different occasions, not necessarily during our arguments.
Yeah but... isn't this a thread to talk about good and uplifting-type things? I know that you're offended or something, but you've used up a lot of space complaining about it. It's just the internet. Time to swallow hard and move on.
I wasn't talking about you, gomidog. Others have been mean on different occasions, not necessarily during our arguments.
Yeah but... isn't this a thread to talk about good and uplifting-type things? I know that you're offended or something, but you've used up a lot of space complaining about it. It's just the internet. Time to swallow hard and move on.
I payed a handsome amount to the charity Child Play and I got a limited edition sketchbook and a cameo shot from Angela Melick who writes and draws Wasted Talent! Wasted Talent
You know that girl I asked out the other day? With the piano at the caffe? Well, here's how the date went:
We rendezvoused in San Fran at a tea shop, after work. Started discussing literature and philosophy. Awesomeness. Then we went and got some freakin' delicious curry in the Mission (district). We ate in the park and talked more. After running into a few friends outside a bar in the Mission, we got in her car and started driving back from San Fran.
BUT JUST THEN! She asked if I wanted to see something really special, and I said yes. So we drove down some long, quiet, dark streets, out to the docks. Hopping a fence in an industrial lot, she led me out towards a lone pier. At the end of this pier, there was something bulky with a tarp over it. She took the tarp off, and it was an old upright piano, painted in faded pastels. As she began to play a haunting melody, we looked up at the sky, and the first meteors of the night became visible. The brilliant, enormous moon rose on the horizon, bathing us in lunar light.
Suffice to say, I'm making her dinner Saturday.
P.S. The date was more awesome than that. The docks were actually a community of artists, who dealt primarily with metalworking. Here are the pictures I found of it. I need to go back and take my own. You can see that piano, and the guy playing it (Vinnie). Vinnie is the unofficial head of the "town."
You know that girl I asked out the other day? With the piano at the caffe? Well, here's how the date went:
We rendezvoused in San Fran at a tea shop, after work. Started discussing literature and philosophy. Awesomeness. Then we went and got some freakin' delicious curry in the Mission (district). We ate in the park and talked more. After running into a few friends outside a bar in the Mission, we got in her car and started driving back from San Fran.
BUT JUST THEN! She asked if I wanted to see something really special, and I said yes. So we drove down some long, quiet, dark streets, out to the docks. Hopping a fence in an industrial lot, she led me out towards a lone pier. At the end of this pier, there was something bulky with a tarp over it. She took the tarp off, and it was an old upright piano, painted in faded pastels. As she began to play a haunting melody, we looked up at the sky, and the first meteors of the night became visible. The brilliant, enormous moon rose on the horizon, bathing us in lunar light.
Suffice to say, I'm making her dinner Saturday.
Wow. That sounds like an amazing first date. Congrats, hope it goes well!
You know that girl I asked out the other day? With the piano at the caffe? Well, here's how the date went:
We rendezvoused in San Fran at a tea shop, after work. Started discussing literature and philosophy. Awesomeness. Then we went and got some freakin' delicious curry in the Mission (district). We ate in the park and talked more. After running into a few friends outside a bar in the Mission, we got in her car and started driving back from San Fran.
BUT JUST THEN! She asked if I wanted to see something really special, and I said yes. So we drove down some long, quiet, dark streets, out to the docks. Hopping a fence in an industrial lot, she led me out towards a lone pier. At the end of this pier, there was something bulky with a tarp over it. She took the tarp off, and it was an old upright piano, painted in faded pastels. As she began to play a haunting melody, we looked up at the sky, and the first meteors of the night became visible. The brilliant, enormous moon rose on the horizon, bathing us in lunar light.
Suffice to say, I'm making her dinner Saturday.
Boys? Asses and elbows for your Pens, papers and PDAS, we need to take some fucking notes right here.
You know that girl I asked out the other day? With the piano at the caffe? Well, here's how the date went:
We rendezvoused in San Fran at a tea shop, after work. Started discussing literature and philosophy. Awesomeness. Then we went and got some freakin' delicious curry in the Mission (district). We ate in the park and talked more. After running into a few friends outside a bar in the Mission, we got in her car and started driving back from San Fran.
BUT JUST THEN! She asked if I wanted to see something really special, and I said yes. So we drove down some long, quiet, dark streets, out to the docks. Hopping a fence in an industrial lot, she led me out towards a lone pier. At the end of this pier, there was something bulky with a tarp over it. She took the tarp off, and it was an old upright piano, painted in faded pastels. As she began to play a haunting melody, we looked up at the sky, and the first meteors of the night became visible. The brilliant, enormous moon rose on the horizon, bathing us in lunar light.
Suffice to say, I'm making her dinner Saturday.
P.S. The date was more awesome than that. The docks were actually a community of artists, who dealt primarily with metalworking.Here are the pictures I found of it.I need to go back and take my own. You can see that piano, and the guy playing it (Vinnie). Vinnie is the unofficial head of the "town."
P.S. The date was more awesome than that. The docks were actually a community of artists, who dealt primarily with metalworking.Here are the pictures I found of it.I need to go back and take my own. You can see that piano, and the guy playing it (Vinnie). Vinnie is the unofficial head of the "town."
"This morning I was woken up by my alarm clock, powered by energy generated by a public monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water authority. After that I turned on the TV to see one of the FCC-regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the National Oceanographic Atmospheric Administration determined what the weather was going to be like using the satellites designed, built and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of USDA-inspected food and taking my drugs determined safe by the FDA.
At the appropriate time as regulated by the US Congress and the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Institute-approved automobile and set out to work on roads built by the local, state and federal Departments of Transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door, I deposit any mail that has to be sent via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.
After work, I drive my NHTSA car back home on DOT roads, to a house which has not burned down in my absence thanks to state and local building codes and fire marshal’s inspection, and which has not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to a local police department. I then log onto the Internet, which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and I post on freerepublic.com, Fox New’s forums and post about how SOCIALISM in medicine is bad because the government can’t do anything right."
@YoshoKatana: Wow, she is either going to be one of the best people you ever meet, or the craziest. Possibly both.
This is very possible.
Kant wrote "the sublime, as distinct from the merely beautiful, affords a negative pleasure because it is accompanied, as its defining condition, by a moment of pain." Context? I'm leaving to NYC in a week. So it goes. I suppose this relationship will be like a slowly flickering candle in the twilight of my residence in Berkeley.
Speaking of, anything interesting happening in The City between the 24th and 30th?
Wow, she found a winner too! Anyone that can readily quote Immanuel Kant is a dream-boat in my estimation. Ah, to be a girl encountering metaphysics for the first time. I will never forget those hazy summer days beneath an accommodating tree whilst enthralled as Kant lay languidly in my lap. It was magic.
Just got back from watching the Eva 1.0 dub at The Brattle. It was my first time there, and it was a nice, smallish theater. Next month, they're showing an interesting looking movie called "I Sell The Dead" that a friend and I might go see...
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And dude, I would be all too happy to swap weights. If only it were that easy! Yeah but... isn't this a thread to talk about good and uplifting-type things? I know that you're offended or something, but you've used up a lot of space complaining about it. It's just the internet. Time to swallow hard and move on.
Jet Blue will let you fly anywhere you want as much as you want for a month.
If only I didn't have a grown up job already.
I payed a handsome amount to the charity Child Play and I got a limited edition sketchbook and a cameo shot from Angela Melick who writes and draws Wasted Talent!
Wasted Talent
Pretty awesome stuff!
We rendezvoused in San Fran at a tea shop, after work. Started discussing literature and philosophy. Awesomeness. Then we went and got some freakin' delicious curry in the Mission (district). We ate in the park and talked more. After running into a few friends outside a bar in the Mission, we got in her car and started driving back from San Fran.
BUT JUST THEN! She asked if I wanted to see something really special, and I said yes. So we drove down some long, quiet, dark streets, out to the docks. Hopping a fence in an industrial lot, she led me out towards a lone pier. At the end of this pier, there was something bulky with a tarp over it. She took the tarp off, and it was an old upright piano, painted in faded pastels. As she began to play a haunting melody, we looked up at the sky, and the first meteors of the night became visible. The brilliant, enormous moon rose on the horizon, bathing us in lunar light.
Suffice to say, I'm making her dinner Saturday.
P.S. The date was more awesome than that. The docks were actually a community of artists, who dealt primarily with metalworking. Here are the pictures I found of it. I need to go back and take my own. You can see that piano, and the guy playing it (Vinnie). Vinnie is the unofficial head of the "town."
No, I find my life is crazy enough as it is, without being on drugs.
Boo yah?
Also, that date sounds movie worthy. Wow!
"This morning I was woken up by my alarm clock, powered by energy generated by a public monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water authority. After that I turned on the TV to see one of the FCC-regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the National Oceanographic Atmospheric Administration determined what the weather was going to be like using the satellites designed, built and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of USDA-inspected food and taking my drugs determined safe by the FDA.
At the appropriate time as regulated by the US Congress and the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I get into my National Highway Traffic Safety Institute-approved automobile and set out to work on roads built by the local, state and federal Departments of Transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door, I deposit any mail that has to be sent via the US Postal Service and drop the kids off at the public school.
After work, I drive my NHTSA car back home on DOT roads, to a house which has not burned down in my absence thanks to state and local building codes and fire marshal’s inspection, and which has not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to a local police department. I then log onto the Internet, which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and I post on freerepublic.com, Fox New’s forums and post about how SOCIALISM in medicine is bad because the government can’t do anything right."
Wow, non-disclosure makes that a lot lamer than it is in reality.
Kant wrote "the sublime, as distinct from the merely beautiful, affords a negative pleasure because it is accompanied, as its defining condition, by a moment of pain." Context? I'm leaving to NYC in a week. So it goes. I suppose this relationship will be like a slowly flickering candle in the twilight of my residence in Berkeley.
Speaking of, anything interesting happening in The City between the 24th and 30th?
Ah, to be a girl encountering metaphysics for the first time. I will never forget those hazy summer days beneath an accommodating tree whilst enthralled as Kant lay languidly in my lap. It was magic.