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Getting tired of it...
- Thread starter dionythicus
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tyflier
[Insert Witty Commentary]
This thread is freakin' awesome(in the 1980's slang way, not the true sense...though it would also begin to apply sometime soon.)
How many more different topics and conversations can we cram in here at one time?
Jazzgeek-
Over-the-top pass, overpass, make-a-pass, get-passed-over...does it really matter? It was ignored...as it should have been
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Galen-
I don't mind driving under overpasses, as long as there isn't an 18 wheeler roaring overhead while I'm under it.
Snakemom-
Chat is just like that. I have gone in there on more than one occasion where there were 5 or 6 of us just sitting there staring at a blank screen. Perhaps they were conversing and simply stopped when I "walked in", or perhaps nobody had anything to say. It was pretty funny when someone would come in and say "hi", everyone would reply, and then nothing would be said until the same person left 5 minutes later and said "see ya". Like desertanimal said, some people just sit there while browsing the thread topics and don't even realize others have joined in.
I HATE Taco Bell. But then again, I don't partcularly like fast food at all, except pzza on occasion.
How many more different topics and conversations can we cram in here at one time?
Jazzgeek-
Over-the-top pass, overpass, make-a-pass, get-passed-over...does it really matter? It was ignored...as it should have been
.Galen-
I don't mind driving under overpasses, as long as there isn't an 18 wheeler roaring overhead while I'm under it.
Snakemom-
Chat is just like that. I have gone in there on more than one occasion where there were 5 or 6 of us just sitting there staring at a blank screen. Perhaps they were conversing and simply stopped when I "walked in", or perhaps nobody had anything to say. It was pretty funny when someone would come in and say "hi", everyone would reply, and then nothing would be said until the same person left 5 minutes later and said "see ya". Like desertanimal said, some people just sit there while browsing the thread topics and don't even realize others have joined in.
I HATE Taco Bell. But then again, I don't partcularly like fast food at all, except pzza on occasion.
Roy Munson
New member
The new chat room doesn't like my computer, or vice versa, or both. I've only been in there once or twice. The last time, it hosed me three times in thirty minutes, so I've given up. I've been trying to limit my virtual life, second life, or whatever you wanna call it, anyway, so I haven't made much of an effort to figure out the problem... :shrugs:
desertanimal
2003 UB313
snakemom1961 said:
At first I wasn't going to add this, but it's been bugging me, so I changed my mind. You know what? When people say this sort of thing, "CLEARLY I'm not wanted here...CLEARLY I'm not welcome here...CLEARLY I'm unimportant...CLEARLY blah blah blah," it becomes a self-fulfilling prophesy. Because as soon as words like that come out of someone's mouth I think, "Uh oh. DANGER! Red alert! Here we go--a needy, attention-seeking drama queen. Note to self: try to stay away, and NEVER, EVER feed the bear."
Now, I'm not claiming I have pegged people correctly in such situations, but that's how I react. And my reaction is VERY strong, and quite visceral. And I'd bet a lot of money that I am not alone in that. So then I AM much less willing to talk to such people, because such people were quick to jump to conclusions about my motivations and feelings about them before I even had any. And I know from experience that I don't play well with such people.
The picture that I see from your remarks is not one where you wanted to play, but one where you wanted others to play to you. I don't play my games like that.
I realize this sounds harsh, but I'm telling you so you know what that kinds of reactions statements like the ones you've made here elicit in some people. You could have said all kinds of stupid or argumentative things in threads. I might have read them and don't remember them. You might have argued with me. So what. No problem. I forget who says dumb things in threads and I forget with whom I get into arguments because there are a million people here to keep track of and snakemom1961 is not any more or less memorable than shep151 or desertanimal or gbv-whatever Galen's is, or jzal8 and I don't remember who is who or who said what when and it doesn't matter--it was just a conversation, and arguments are not personal. At least I can't remember people until after quite a few months. But there ARE some things I remember. I will remember that you cried, "Nobody likes me." I'll try not to hold it against you, now that I've explained my tendency to, but that sticks out in my mind like a searing red-hot poker. You can't change people's reactions to you, all you can change is how you present yourself. And do you really expect the people who go to chat to want to talk to you when you try once and then declare, becuase it didn't work out how you wanted it to, "CLEARLY, chat is a clique because they CLEARLY did not see anything I had to say of any worth." I exaggerate, I know, it's intentional to make my point.
domestication
Ah heck, I missed the whole domesticated vs. tamed vs. feral thing and now we're on to overpasses and chatrooms.
But I still had a comment on the domestication thing, so I guess this is my attempt to swing the topic back to something I'M (me! Me! ME!) interested in.
I never really "got" the difference between a tamed and a trained animal until I was in my twenties. I figured that if you could train an animal, then in was in some way responding to human interaction and was to some extent tamed. An animal which exhibits a willingness to interact with humans bred to another animal willing to intereact with humans really should produce a line of domesticated animals. (I believe that IS what happens in the long run.)
Having worked around horses my entire life, I joined up with a small circus when I was 22, working with the horses. Traveling with the circus that year was a trained bison. She jumped through rings of fire and was ridden under saddle in every show. And she was absolutely the scariest thing I have ever worked around. More so than trained "big cats." Because she was neither tamed nor domesticated, just trained.
The humans around her *interpreted her actions* as being representative of a tamed animal. Every day that she didn't charge you when you fed her built up the idea that she was tamed and moderately trustworthy. And then the days she did charge, you were completely unprepared. There was absolutely no rapport with her either through eye contact, voice, or body language. It was somewhat like working around a bulldozer being controlled by someone "off stage."
To me, a tamed animal has learned not to lash out in fear towards humans. A trained animal has learned that positive rewards come through certain actions, and a domesticated animal is one which displays a high level of both attributes. At some level, a domesticated animal is interacting with humans on some sort of a human level. It has less to do, for me, with rote survival and a whole lot more with the level of interaction with humans.
OK. What was the thing about overpasses? Don't mind them, but bridges freak me out sometimes.
SaulsMom
Ah heck, I missed the whole domesticated vs. tamed vs. feral thing and now we're on to overpasses and chatrooms.
But I still had a comment on the domestication thing, so I guess this is my attempt to swing the topic back to something I'M (me! Me! ME!) interested in.
I never really "got" the difference between a tamed and a trained animal until I was in my twenties. I figured that if you could train an animal, then in was in some way responding to human interaction and was to some extent tamed. An animal which exhibits a willingness to interact with humans bred to another animal willing to intereact with humans really should produce a line of domesticated animals. (I believe that IS what happens in the long run.)
Having worked around horses my entire life, I joined up with a small circus when I was 22, working with the horses. Traveling with the circus that year was a trained bison. She jumped through rings of fire and was ridden under saddle in every show. And she was absolutely the scariest thing I have ever worked around. More so than trained "big cats." Because she was neither tamed nor domesticated, just trained.
The humans around her *interpreted her actions* as being representative of a tamed animal. Every day that she didn't charge you when you fed her built up the idea that she was tamed and moderately trustworthy. And then the days she did charge, you were completely unprepared. There was absolutely no rapport with her either through eye contact, voice, or body language. It was somewhat like working around a bulldozer being controlled by someone "off stage."
To me, a tamed animal has learned not to lash out in fear towards humans. A trained animal has learned that positive rewards come through certain actions, and a domesticated animal is one which displays a high level of both attributes. At some level, a domesticated animal is interacting with humans on some sort of a human level. It has less to do, for me, with rote survival and a whole lot more with the level of interaction with humans.
OK. What was the thing about overpasses? Don't mind them, but bridges freak me out sometimes.
SaulsMom
PnyKlr
World's Tallest Midget
Jazz,
If you have too many margaritas, and then die alone (as you put it)...would your snakes still want to eat you? :eatsmiley Would they consider you to be a bit marinated, perhaps?
Maybe a tequila-laden body would be right up the alley for a Mexican Milk Snake *that was so lame it was funny to me*. :roflmao:
If you have too many margaritas, and then die alone (as you put it)...would your snakes still want to eat you? :eatsmiley Would they consider you to be a bit marinated, perhaps?
Maybe a tequila-laden body would be right up the alley for a Mexican Milk Snake *that was so lame it was funny to me*. :roflmao:
jazzgeek
The Rule Of Thirds.
Hey, don't worry. I'm now at the point in my life where I refer to them as "Hail Marys".tyflier said:Jazzgeek-
Over-the-top pass, overpass, make-a-pass, get-passed-over...does it really matter? It was ignored...as it should have been
Kudos on ya for the ol' college try, though! :cheers:
regards,
jazz
gwb8568
\../ 80's Rock \../
PnyKlr said:
uke01: oh man, i have a name for that these days............DIABLO. :devil01: i can't even sniff it anymore, way too much while growing up. we used to have some "parties" outside of town growing up and we would start a bonfire in a trashcan, tap the keg and listen to music. eventually sometime in the night we would end up around the fire holding the bottle of tequila over it to heat it up before we took our shots. why.......i don't know, but it sure did flow easily and usually more than one bottle got finished that night. once it was opened, the cap was sent off into the night somewhere in the cattle pins or field to be sure we couldn't put it up without emptying it. drunk west texas rednecks trying to be manly and "take the worm" down in a drunken, hacky-sack playing stupor. good times............
galen
Nanci
Alien Lover
PnyKlr said:
I had a- patient? is a dead guy a patient?- that was eaten by cats. He died at home, alone, and was there for three weeks before being discovered. Everything not covered by clothing was gone down to the bone.
If cats could talk, I would ask- exactly how long after the guy keeled over did you wait before taking the first bite? Did you wait till you were starving and you couldn't stand it any more- or was the body barely cool?
Nanci
desertanimal
2003 UB313
Nanci said:
It doesn't take long. And it happens much more often than you might think. Both dogs and cats are very attracted to the stuff that starts to ooze from your orifices when you're dead. They start with your face and your genitals. How far they get depends on how long you're there I imagine. They don't have to be hungry for a couple of days to start on you. It's just tasty, apparently. And Jazz, I don't think Bo would be bothered by the alcohol. :grin01: