Enthusiastic sh.it.head
Real talk, this is the absolute first thing that popped into my mind reading this thread. Have some cards for therapists in the overnight bag for folks that make her go “This is beyond my expertise as an escort. You want the other profession that leases their time by the hour for human interaction.”
“Don’t worry, they’re cool, just don’t try to fuck them, that’s a different skillset”.
Nausea has never been as fun as it was back then.
You can waste all sorts of time on the net arguing with people about who started what genres. Then you start getting into terms like proto-metal, etc.
No personal issue with your choice because it’s a fucking awesome song, but if wanted to be one of those assholes I’d say it’s heavy prog rock, in the pool of music metal would later draw from. That said, I’m no musicologist, and somewhere right now there’s someone in a black t-shirt with a very cool but difficult to read band name on it reading this, aghast.
I think we can all agree that Black Sabbath is a cornerstone in what metal generally (and specifically sludge, stoner metal, etc.) developed into.
It is enforced, by varying degrees, by the censure or support of other humans, as well as one’s own conscience.
The moral code you follow may have been authored by a creator figure. It may not have. Frankly, it’s beside the point. In practice, Christian morality is enforced by support or censure of the church and its teachings. It takes as its bedrock a shared conception of humanity as the Created. An atheist’s or humanist’s morality is similarly enforced by support or censure of their human community, though with a different bedrock (a belief in the dignity and capacities of humanity, for instance, either absent of or separate from a deity).
One does not need to be a Christian to act morally. It does mean certain lines may be drawn in areas different than a Christian, but I would say that that simply makes the individual a non-Christian where those lines do not otherwise impede on, say, humanity’s inherent dignity.
I want to say I write this with full respect for your beliefs in your Creator. I believe tolerance for the beliefs of others, where they do not impede on those who do not share those beliefs to live their lives freely, is important. I will add that if OP was being truthful, and actually is a Christian struggling with soliciting sex workers, your suggestion to seek out the Church is a valid one. If nothing else, it places him among humans that share the values he seeks to embody, and may help him on the path he wishes to walk.
For my part, I see no issue so long as both parties enter these arrangements with no coercion or out of compulsion, with the issue here being (absent the Christian context, irrelevant for me but not necessarily you or OP) the compulsion. If it feels bad, and it serves no greater aim, don’t do it, figure out why you’re doing it, and do things more aligned with your morals and ideals - that’s my take.
Because morality exists independently of any deity figure. It is ultimately a set of ideas about what constitutes good conduct between humans and the environment around them.
I completely forgot the crucial finishing steps of lemon juice and parm. My family would be devastated. Fixed!
Bacon brussels sprouts. Cut one pack of bacon into lardons, cook bacon, remove the bacon, pour out just a little bacon grease but leave some in the pan, add trimmed and halved/quartered brussels sprouts with some salt, pepper, maybe a little garlic powder, cook until al dente-ish, add the bacon back, mix, serve or transfer to crockpot.
Edit: Finish with a little squirt of lemon juice and grated parm.
The amount of radio play they got, for me. I was a fan of How You Remind Me when it came out, and they do have a handful of listenable songs, but the sheer amount of repetition changed things from “they’re ok” to “omg not again, fuck these guys”.
I feel similar, but to a lesser degree, about Coldplay.
You are seriously underestimating the number of women who would love to get down with a Dee Snider type.
You’re missing the 2 litre where it counts, fam.
“They call her Maya”, to the tune of the 1960s Flipper theme, with improvised lyrics mostly on the topic of prettiness, cuddlyness, and diva nature.
Started as a song about her brother Tigger, on the topic of handsomeness, food motivation, and mischievousness. Sadly Tigger passed away recently :(
I mean it seems irresponsible not to.
Anyone who asks this IRL gets to hear my entire life story, 'cause that’s the only answer I can come up with.
Count from 1 to 10, then 10 to 1. With each number, relax your body a little more. When the mind strays, bring it back to counting. Repeat until unconscious.
If that isn’t working at all, get up, go to another room, play soft music at low volume on headphones, and depending on the circumstances read a book, jot stuff down, or just contemplate stuff. Chill until sleepy, then either go back to bed or just curl up where you are.
Me again.
It’s 2014. I’m writing an ill-conceived paper about LSD as a kind of ‘technological’ advancement in psychiatry and how that idea connects to themes in some American novels from the 1960s.
While researching, I come across a blurb about Hollywood Hospital, a facility in Vancouver BC that conducted LSD trials with their patients. This eventually leads me to a finding aid for a collection of lecture notes at Purdue University’s Archives and Special collections, where I learned the last person known to have the hospital’s files was supposedly one Frank Ogden.
Frank Ogden is an interesting character. A flight engineer during WWII, after the war he ran an airplane company at Toronto Island Airport. In 1961, after reading an article about LSD in a magazine he became interested in Hollywood Hospital’s activities. He sold his portion of the business, travelled to Vancouver and, in his words, “just knocked on the door”. With no medical background, but offering three months of free labour, medical director Dr. J. Ross MacLean hired him. Ogden took LSD under supervision twice, which was a relatively standard protocol for staff working with these patients. He then started working along side staff supporting these patients, which included ‘a large clientele from California’ - mostly said to be celebrities and the like looking for a kick.
Fast forward. Ogden eventually transitions to a career as a futurist under the moniker Dr. Tomorrow, living in a houseboat in Vancouver. He did speaking engagements, wrote books, hosted a radio show, etc. He died at 92 on December 29th, 2012.
Super interesting guy, and worth further digging into if you’re curious (I know I’m revisiting him now that I’ve written this, lol). But I noticed something interesting when I dug up his homepage. It was now redirecting to something called the Global Consciousness Project, a parapsychology initiative. This is a weird one - basically, the theory is that events causing widely experienced, shared emotions or attention could have an effect on the output of hardware random number generators, and fluctuations in output could be a measure of a ‘global consciousness’. It’s batshit, but fascinating at the same time. The questions I had at the time were “Why this, over anything else, as the redirect? What happened between May 3 2009 and February 17 2010 where this was the choice? Unrelated, but WHERE ARE THE FUCKING HOSPITAL FILES??”.
I walked away. Ultimately, I had a paper to finish, and while fascinating this was becoming a timesink. But this man lives rent free in my head to this day
Yep!
Only thing I want to see after a ? in a youtube url is t=4m20s