On January 09 2015 09:16 WaveofShadow wrote: And what was that cup size You know I've always found something odd btw; I don't find the vast majority of non-white girls attractive. I don't consider that racist but I can't imagine why I work that way.
On January 09 2015 09:16 WaveofShadow wrote: And what was that cup size You know I've always found something odd btw; I don't find the vast majority of non-white girls attractive. I don't consider that racist but I can't imagine why I work that way.
You probably just value certain features in women that are more common genetically in white women than in C cup(34) other women.
to me mixed race women are exceptionally gorgeous, it doesn't even matter which races. and then redheads which are all white.
On January 09 2015 07:37 phyvo wrote: On the other side of the white guilt thing though, there are definitely parts of history that it causes us to paint inaccurately. For instance, on thanksgiving we often lump the pilgrims with the start of the killing of all native americans when, in reality, they co-existed peacefully with the natives for 50 years. That peace was only broken by the later settlers in the Massachusetts Bay Colony who had more commercial interests than the pilgrims (who came mostly for religious freedom). The pilgrims did their best to stand up for the natives who, after all, saved their butts from starvation, but were foiled at every turn by the leaders of the Bay Colony. After the war the natives were eventually shipped to a tiny island "reservation" to starve to death. One pilgrim in particular tried to bring them food but unfortunately the Bay Colony wouldn't even let him do that. All the natives died.
It's still a really sad story but it at least shows that there was good to go along with all the bad and makes the historical part of thanksgiving feel much better for me.
I don't feel bad for what my ancestors did. It sucks that shitty things happened to people, but I can't do a thing about it other than live with (what I think to be) a fairly good moral compass. I don't feel white guilt because it's not my fault that I was born white, nor is it my fault that one race has historically oppressed another race.
Despite what tumblr may tell you, your skin color and how bad of a person you can be do not in fact go hand in hand. History is littered with tragedy and horrible things from people of all backgrounds and places.
Humans are a violent species, but there is great good in them kal el err wrong script sorry...
Anyway whats everyone up to tonight?
Getting to bed early so as not to get fired by my job, and maybe not get as exhausted/angry as thursday so when I'm out I don't make a fool of myself (or rather I only have myself to blame when I do it). Got no stories, well + Show Spoiler +
there was this girl I was in love with, but had grown too accustomed to people not finding me interesting to care about it (and not going to tell her for the sake of honesty because it went very wrong previous time I did that). Also consider that although we'd seen each other and regularly talked on irc and the phone, we'd never met, so why bother? I was more or less directly co-responsible for her getting with my best friend at the time (think I'm 100% of being right when I see two people and predict them ending together at some point). Fast forward a few weeks and since her year finished earlier she arranged to go spend a week at my students' residency (couldn't do the reverse at the time, my parents wouldn't even let me go to Paris for a week-end, let alone that; I was 19 at the time). Turns out she'd been in love with me the whole time too but didn't think it was mutual either, since she often found me indifferent, and while I was wondering whether or not I should spill the beans (say it early, if it makes her uneasy the whole week is awkward, say it at the end, she may think back on the week and question the sincerity of everything I said/did), she had the intention of telling me and at least kissing me. Since we were in love, immature and stupid we had sex and spent the remainder of the week as a budding couple. I'm unable to think straight and dumb as fuck in the heat of the moment, and "the heat of the moment" can last whole days in my case, so even though I know about their couple, I'm in love and want to keep seeing her and say she's more important than that, etc. Thanksfully my friend found out rather quickly (and before we could see each other again). We pretty much competed for who would take his leave and put the other with her, which says a bunch about our mental (well on top of being "the official", my best friend and that he'd never wronged me at the time, he was suicidal and needed that kind of presence much more than me). She'd have kept both if she could, but ended up choosing him. Reason was dumb as fuck, but that was the right choice so whatever. She'd have cheated on him anyway, and probably would have done it again (if she hasn't succeeded in setting it up w/o him noticing). He told me he'd rather have it be me than one of her suitors, and found solace knowing that I at least was genuinely in love with her. Still not convinced it was a good thing that it happened, even though they're still together now and it's strengthened their couple.
There once was a man in Peru, Who dreamed he was eating his shoe, When he woke in a fright in the dark of the night, He learned that his dream had come true.
Also, I remember drunk wave at bachelor-party and still posting in OT.
They weren't hookers they were strippers. I'm sure there must be a VOD somewhere.
I dunno my life isn't all that interesting. I don't think I have any more non-baby-related stories, or if I did, they were all pushed out of my head by 'OMG LOOK AT WHAT MY SON JUST DID'
There once was a man in Peru, Who dreamed he was eating his shoe, When he woke in a fright in the dark of the night, He learned that his dream had come true.
Also, I remember drunk wave at bachelor-party and still posting in OT.
There once was a man in Peru, Who dreamed he was eating his shoe, When he woke in a fright in the dark of the night, He learned that his dream had come true.
There once was a man in Peru, Who dreamed he was eating his shoe, When he woke in a fright in the dark of the night, He learned that his dream had come true.
On January 09 2015 09:45 WaveofShadow wrote: They weren't hookers they were strippers. I'm sure there must be a VOD somewhere.
I dunno my life isn't all that interesting. I don't think I have any more non-baby-related stories, or if I did, they were all pushed out of my head by 'OMG LOOK AT WHAT MY SON JUST DID'
There once was a man in Peru, Who dreamed he was eating his shoe, When he woke in a fright in the dark of the night, He learned that his dream had come true.
Also, I remember drunk wave at bachelor-party and still posting in OT.
prodding him was so fun
I have a bachelor party next month
I eagerly await the opportunity to poke drunk you, then. :D
Chicago - where every year we get absolutely pummled with snow but still people like to act like they don't know what this white shit is as soon as they get behind the wheel.
On January 09 2015 09:56 jcarlsoniv wrote: the more I watch this race, the more I remember how much I love this game
Watch my video I am so jealous of that man you have no idea
Also do these guys ACTUALLY know frame data and stuff? I've always been curious. Because to talk constantly about 'frame-perfect' tricks as often as speedrunners do and constantly pull them off, I can't help but be a little skeptical.
On January 09 2015 09:56 jcarlsoniv wrote: the more I watch this race, the more I remember how much I love this game
Watch my video I am so jealous of that man you have no idea
Also do these guys ACTUALLY know frame data and stuff? I've always been curious. Because to talk constantly about 'frame-perfect' tricks as often as speedrunners do and constantly pull them off, I can't help but be a little skeptical.
I'm 100% sure they do. I know a bunch of smash frame timings.