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Yeah, Atlas, I gotta tell you...actinic lights will fuck your eyes/brain up. Bad idea. Use them to grow some coral, creating value out of nothing but a small fragment of a colonial animal. It's a self-made man's dream.
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So, I decided to start another thread with a title beginning with 'so'. Jack me off, world.
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I love me some musty old wood.
With that musty old wood, Bruno is 'creating value' from garbage. What a champ... |
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This is turning into another useless thread, and unless someone actually invents the "unsubscribe" feature (which has been requested on many boards using SMF for years), I have to delete my posts from this thread to stop getting my "Show new replies to your posts" spammed with it. ANOTHER useful feature, btw.
So would someone here please quote this message to have it on future record before I delete it; not because I withdraw my opinion, but I refuse to get flooded with reminders.
First world problems... My twitter feed it too tweety, goddamnit! |
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Is it really that disruptive? Seriously...do you get pissed when people say hello to you, as well?
It's either due to the lack of any alternative to posting in a thread to subscribe in such a manner or it is people just trying to raise their post count. Or to bump a decent thread. *cough* The key word there is decent. People bumping posts of them selling something completely useless need to stop bumping there threads and get over the fact that no one wants what they're selling. There are about a million threads discussing undue bumping. This is just contributing to the problem. You'll realize very soon that post counts are meaningless, particularly here. Padding it isn't going to impress anyone but newbs that just showed up. |
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Is it really that disruptive? Seriously...do you get pissed when people say hello to you, as well?
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Just noticed this:  Groovy. So how many do I have? 3, 4, or 5? How many do I need to make the piss list? Just go troll the BFL threads. You'll get there. |
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Why doesn't he run the bot to pay back the withdrawals slowly out of the profit  Oh the bot doesn't exist  The bot exists. We don't have the funds to run the bot anymore. And hardly someone will trust me again with the kind of reputation i have now. I'm evaluating some solutions at the moment, i can just say that probably people will see the first withdrawals processed in the next few days. You know liquor stores usually have a lot of cash, right? |
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As long as you get your food stamps and your welfare check, it feels good, eh?
Says the kid living under his parent's roof who is unable to hold down a job. I bet you'd feel different if you'd grown up in a state-funded orphanage. The sad thing is, Atlas, if you go off to college, you are going to get so much poon for being some rebellious little libertard fuck. College girls eat that shit up, and that combined with low self esteem will have a whole line of chicks-that-are-way-too-hot-for-you ready to try out this 'different' guy. You'll fall in love with every single one of them, and ultimately, it leaves you feeling empty and dead inside. Unfortunately, a good majority of the knowledge and stances you held so dear will be chipped away by the real world, leaving you a changed man. Being unable to admit defeat, you push on, burying your head in the sand and beating yourself against the wall of establishment. You meet a trust fund punk in her late twenties after a four year dry spell, and she get's rid of her nose ring and pink mohawk for you and blows your fucking mind. All those fumbley college girls with no self esteem, trying to impress you with their willingness to degrade themselves for you, could not compare to Alice. Child of two wealthy lawyers, she had gone to art school then Yale but dropped out after three semesters because 'they were all poseurs', then proceeded to abuse meth and hop freight trains around the US. Sure her parents wanted to cut her off, but it would worry them so, not knowing if Alice had enough for a hotel, dinner and cocktails each night...they sure didn't want to be known around town for being of the parents of 'that methed out girl who was kidnapped and raped and murdered and dumped alongside a freeway', so the money kept flowing. That allows the two of you to get a nice apartment in Manhattan, the happening place where you've always dreamed of making it big. You get a job interning for a financial firm, only to come home after your fourth day of work to find Alice in bed, recipient of a three-pronged attack. You, heartbroken, swear off women and revert to a high-school state, flaking out on your obligations and shouting Ayn Rand quotes at any one who will listen, hanging out at the public library 'researching' while you are not sleeping in your car or masturbating in gas station bathrooms. Then one day it happens; Annika walks into your life. Tall, blonde, statuesque...and she happened to come in just one day after your weekly truck-stop shower and laundromat run...that bitch Alice changed the locks and wouldn't give you your clothes or LPs back. You eye her from behind a Henry David Thoreau book that you lift from the table to expose the cover of, she smiles at you. And gets a copy of Atlas Shrugged. And sits down next to you and exclaims that she's not sure she'll ever understand this book. At first, you are wary; worried that she is a very expensive prostitute taking part in some cruel joke Alice engineered...that haughty cunt would do something of the sort...but as you talk, you slowly let your guard down. You make plans to have dinner that weekend, leaving you three days to panhandle enough to hit Goodwill, get some clothes, shower, and prepare your game plan. When Friday rolls around, you go to meet Annika at a restaurant she suggests. You've never had thai food, and you worry that something in it will make you break out in hives...that would be a quick way to ruin a date. Everything goes perfectly, and you decide that you'll play the gentleman card and not try and bang her on the first date. It goes well, and you to continue to see each other frequently. She blows you away in bed, and even lets you bang her without a rubber. On your four month anniversary, you show up to dinner with flowers and wine, she shows up, eats, and then tells you she is a prostitute hired by Alice. You knew it was too good to be true. Flash forward; forty-three, twice-divorced (but seeing the nice chubby woman from two cubicles over for some weekly hotel action, even though she's married), making decent money as a board-certified accountant for a well-to-do law firm, living in the suburbs in a house you don't know how to maintain, worried about your son coming to visit next week (he's 16 and fabulous, and you don't really know how to interact with him), driving the future version of a Prius...and bitching about taxes and entitlement programs. TL;DR - I am pretty bored right now. |
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I don't know how people can live in places where the government inserts itself in your ass every chance it gets.
It's pretty easy...you just bend over and spread 'em. |
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Shitty. Thanks for keeping us posted.
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I wonder if that's Art Forz and a uber secret ASIC  I wonder if that's BFL with their 'proprietary implementation of FPGA and ASIC technology'...  |
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I highly doubt that you can safely and legally convert a gasoline engine with $300 in parts.
That does sound a bit too cheap. I don't think it's rightly $3,000 though, but even here in Korea new cars that are LPG cost much more. $20k versus $3k is a bit of a rare case though. I would say you could do the conversion for $1k here in Korea. Granted, that example was the month that the Prius no longer qualified for the "carpool lane exception" in LA and there was a mad hustle to get LPG vehicles so single commuters could still use the HOV lanes. I am sure it being California, and Los Angeles in particular adds a shitload of red tape/expense. Still, my buddy picked an excellent time to move to Ohio. notme; how do you registration and smog and whatnot if you go the illegal route? register it as gas and then do then conversion? I had a friend that did that with left-drive hondas and made bank, but it entailed converting the cars to right drive to get them registered, then reverting them to left-drive and selling them to the ricer crowd. |
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The only reason why we haven't banned him yet is because we find him amusing. Well, that and a lot of interesting facts about shakura have come our way.
I would rather have peace than be amused. Grandpa giga, over here... |
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The solution to oil has nothing to do with drilling for oil. The solution is Natural Gas. We are capping wells we've drilled because too many were drilled the prices have dropped. Gasoline engines can be quite cheaply converted to run on natural gas. We have enough gas to drop oil demand, and all it would take is a small tax credit program for conversions.
If we could convert to natural gas on just tax credits, I would be impressed. A vehicle can be converted for $300 in parts. Enough people have gas lines to their home to get the vehicles on the road. Once there are vehicles on the road, gas stations will start carrying natural gas. Canada and Europe already have many natural gas powered vehicles. We're lagging here. The economics are there, it just needs a small nudge in the right direction. I highly doubt that you can safely and legally convert a gasoline engine with $300 in parts. My buddy just sold his 2002 LPG Honda Civic for well over $20k in Los Angeles...the same car you can get for $3k in gasoline form...so if it could be done for $300, my guess is the Mexican mechanics that actually know how to work on things would be rolling around on giant piles of money from converting hondas all day. They aren't. He could only use it to and from work due to the extremely limited range and lack of LP stations anywhere off the beaten path. |
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The only reason why we haven't banned him yet is because we find him amusing. Well, that and a lot of interesting facts about shakura have come our way.
I have no idea where this whole scandal stands now...the meaning has been lost in the shuffle... |
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That's because I actually do more than build Ikea desks.
...'I wasn't building Ikea desks, I was creating value.' |
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Wow, I'm amazed that Atlas got less ignores than Matthew...
Well, in fairness, you should combine Atlas, and Boss, and the fifty-two other personalities he has here. Then you would have your true clubhouse leader. I do believe that the total count is 25 right now  Just Boss and Alpha have me beat. I can only imagine what the total count is. It trounces bunaluna and I, that's certain. |
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Wait, Fred...so these aren't manna sent from heaven?
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No way! Tilapia require a permit there? Hit up chinatown and grab some live tilapia or catfish. No one will hassle you about permits there, and I am positive you can get both in Los Angeles. The only trouble is going to be finding females if you want to breed them.
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