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I often wonder what I would do if there was some kind of chaos/apocalypse kind of thing, where law and order had gone and everything was crazy.
The cars I'd steal to get to people, the places I'd hide in, the food I'd get.
I constantly wonder how people would react to my death.
I also almost always think about what my girlfriend's doing whenever we're not together.
Semi-emo thoughts ftl.
"I wonder if my penis oculd fit in there......"
What's with you and your obsession for my obsession with penis?
You now have epic bacons.It freaks me out, that's why
But your avatar is funny, me likes.
Everyone does that, or so my psychology class teaches me.I try and figure out what I would say if a hypothetical situation came up. It's a bit embarrassing to actually tell people, though...
Right there with you, that struck something of a chord - I think about all that stuff, and a lot more besides. Everything's so complicated and interesting; like I could figure everything out, if only I could retain it all! Memory is a bitch.Sometimes I dream of being on-stage in a band. Nothing epic in the classical sense, just me, with my friends, playing great music and putting our hearts and souls into a live show.
Other times (more often than any other), like Ennui, I'll hypothesize and conceptualize about the complexities of life, the afterlife, and the universe at large. I often find myself deconstructing and analyzing social constructs like the government, families, cliques, religion, forums, etc. for no reason whatsoever, and attempting to find commonalities between different classes of constructs (there are many, FYI, most are fundamentally similar).
Occasionally it's things like "****, I just lost the game", "Dammit I'm horny", and "Is that TV in the corner really making 45-degree angles with each wall?"
By the way - I just lost the game.
There's more than a thousand lifetimes of experience available on earth! I would love to travel through the stars too, but I'm satisfied here.I look at stars and think, I wanna go there, not be stuck here for the rest of my life! I want to see stuff beyond all the sh*t on earth, maybe some gas clouds and other galaxies and stuff.
I think about me dying, or people close to me dying, and wonder how I or they would react... but that's only when I feel morbid and depressed.I constantly wonder how people would react to my death.
I also almost always think about what my girlfriend's doing whenever we're not together.
Semi-emo thoughts ftl.
I think about this stuff a lot too, game design, like the difference between the way we percieve the world and the way a game is displayed on the screen - leading me to believe there will always been a noticeable division of realism as long as games are displayed in 2 dimensions on a TV screen or monitor. I also think a lot about various high-level programming techniques and the like, since I don't know the nitty gritty nuts and bolts.I often have one thought, and it's game related.. how cool would it be to have prefabricated physics objects as complex as a house.. every brick and window frame etc, with a set strength of bond between everything.
Then plant some C4 and detonate it in the bathroom, or get a bulldoser and drive it right on through the lounge. Not that random really, I just want games to be like that .. sooner than later.
Everyone does that, or so my psychology class teaches me.
Right there with you, that struck something of a chord - I think about all that stuff, and a lot more besides. Everything's so complicated and interesting; like I could figure everything out, if only I could retain it all! Memory is a bitch.
There's more than a thousand lifetimes of experience available on earth! I would love to travel through the stars too, but I'm satisfied here.
I think about me dying, or people close to me dying, and wonder how I or they would react... but that's only when I feel morbid and depressed.
I think about this stuff a lot too, game design, like the difference between the way we percieve the world and the way a game is displayed on the screen - leading me to believe there will always been a noticeable division of realism as long as games are displayed in 2 dimensions on a TV screen or monitor. I also think a lot about various high-level programming techniques and the like, since I don't know the nitty gritty nuts and bolts.
Oh ****, I just lost the game too.
I was going a couple of week there.
Well, last night I had this dream where I was in hte place of garret, from the thief games. A bunch of students or teenagers (mostly people I know) were being held in captivity, in a big mess of caves and caverns and stuff, and we were planning a big revolution to throw over all the adult opressors who were holding us captive, and I was basically sneaking around and stealing keys and things. It was pretty cool.
At one point, I was hiding in the shadows and got caught by some woman- I managed to sweet talk my way out of it. I thought, hey, if that worked on her, why not somebody else? And eventually the whole thing ended with me masturbating a cute chubby maid.
From throwing over the adult oppressors to masturbation over a chubby maid sounds ludicrous
Not to her. Her.
I daydream all the time and about a very large variety of things like killing people, what would happen if the country was suddenly under attack, what I would have done differentely in high school, what it would be like to be crazy, why all the people in the room are staring at me... Oh yeah, right... I think out loud sometimes. Well that's one mystery solved. And it gets even weirder when I'm trying to go to sleep.
By killing people, you mean slicing evil terrorists heads off with axes, not innocent civilians, right?
We use a rather lot of our brains (that 10% thing is bullshit) but I agree. Mostly the fact that we can sort the entire visual and sensual field out of a bunch of raw bits of information, 1/0 switches, yes or no, 11,000,000 of them per second... it astounds me. Sometimes I wonder if we're some advanced form of organic computer.Interesting how similarly we think on the complicated terms
I also think about things to do with the brain and body, like the fact we can store information in our brain to the equivalent of millions of Giga Bytes of data computers can store. Isn't that cool.
And how some humans can do remarkable things, like sense when people are making a move behind them, or knowing what people would have chosen a certain pattern or item. It just makes me think that humans do have abilities or magical powers that have never been explored in the minute amount of brain power or cells we do use.
I get that a lot too, as do a few people I've talked to about, but I can't decide whether to believe it's actually some kind of universal feeling about an upcoming paradigm shift, or if I'm just dealing with adolescence. I'll be eighteen in a couple of months as well.I usually think that nothing is as it seems, like I can sort of sense something big is gonna happen, and Ill flung right into the middle of it. Everything in my early years always felt normal, waking up everyday had the same feeling, going to school, had the same feeling, home felt like home. But now I am a month away from 18, my thoughts are generally on the subject that nothing feels the way they used to feel, thats why I think nothing is as it seems, like there is some sort of inbalance. I have those thoughts when Im daydreaming, or incredibly bored in my computing theory lessons.
Hey, been there. Half of my thought time is me either trying to remember something or trying to figure out a way that I won't forget something.I also spend alot of time remembering where I've put stuff (if anyone can come up with a way to improve my memory I'd be grateful!)
Moving onEvil terrorists, my boss, little school kids, old men and women, people who are more attractive than me, people who are less attractive than me, people I wanna sleep with... anyone who happens to walk past me, really.
"... Then the shrooms wear off."Sometimes I wonder if we're some advanced form of organic computer.
I have fantastic long-term memory (albeit not in chronological order) but my short term memory is terrible... I smoke cannabis anywhere from a few times a month to a few times a week, depending on when I have a few hours free to relax, and that doesn't help. I carry around a slip of paper in my pocket with a list of all the things I have to get done / remember on it, and check it a few times a day. It does wonders, and it makes me very stress-free a lot of the time, because I can just go down the list and be confident I'm not forgetting anything.My memory is rubbish. I forget and forgot so many things in the past, I eventually came upon a solution. It doesn't work all the time for me, but it's definitely a helping hand.
It's as simple as writing down a note for yourself to remember, but it's not the note that reminds you in the end. Ironically, it's the fact your brain remembers you wrote a note down for something, so it remembers what it was for. In the end the note isn't even needed. Other than that, I tick a reminder on my door handle, or in obvious places I can't miss. But damn, I hate memory.
You know there's something more because their is. I feel that at the very least our brains are merely the launch pad for our minds - the brain begat the mind, but the mind is a seperate, continuous entity."... Then the shrooms wear off."
I think the "we use 10% of our brains" thing is a misuderstanding. What I recall is that we use approximately 10% of our neurons at any given time, but effectively all of our neurons are used at some point or another.
Me? I try not to think too hard about my brain, but I do anyways. I often end up deep in thought, attempting to figure out exactly how, and at what point, our minds become self-aware. I usually cop out and allow myself to conclude that thoughts are still just a flow of electrons, and I pretty much leave it at that. But I know there's something more...
I try and figure out what I would say if a hypothetical situation came up.