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|>>|| No. 413021
So how are you lads? Got anything planned for this weekend?
I will be going mushroom hunting tomorrow
|>>|| No. 413190
>we're slipping into an age of corporate fascism with private organisations usurping national governments in terms of sheer economic leveraging power.
Indeed. And the European Union has already acknowledged that fact by creating the office of a "Google minister", whose job it will be to deal and negotiate with major global corporations on behalf of the EU, similar to a country's foreign minister.
What's really shocking though is that we are all just letting it happen. In times of global workforce sourcing, complete replaceability of every one of us, grinding down on workers' rights (sponsored and lobbied for often by those very corporations) and impending doom for the standard of living of anybody who is employed at all, people are constantly scared shitless that one false move or one too many times they've spoken up against the system (especially on the Internet) will cause them to lose everything. And by the same token, if you're not found on LinkedIn or the Internet at all, with a polished CV and dozens of other great things you have done in the name of employability, you often won't get a job in the first place.
In terms of fascist movements, global corporations have been a much more resounding and enduring success than what Hitler, Mussolini or others were ever capable of. Because they had to use very active and open oppression in order to bring the people to their bidding. Whereas today's "economic fascism" works in much more subtle ways, by causing people to self-assimilate into the system. Nobody's arm gets twisted. Instead, you are constantly made aware of the consequences of not toeing the line. And thus, every single aspect of a person's life is increasingly becoming optimised and economised. One facet of this is the "wearables" fitness gadget trend, but it doesn't stop there at all. We have all been brainwashing ourselves into the mindset of ever more increasing our economic value as individuals. And too few people are asking questions or doubting the system's merits for humankind. Because, again, they have become completely assimilated, and out of what ostensibly looks like their own free will.
|>>|| No. 413191
>Who's really being the edgelord here though.
From the sound of it you? I'd also accept the answer Jacques Derrida, or the author of the article or anyone else who's core philosophy attacks the idea of facts as purely being an expression of the agenda of the powerful, and therefore mere trifling details to be ignored in forming your conclusions.
|>>|| No. 413192
Fucking hell, lads. You're wide of the mark. Well wide of the mark.
If you want to know why women like those ubiquitous fucking awful ridiculously sugary cocktails then look no further than the fucking Scandinavians. It's all those bastard Kopparbergs and Rekorderligs with their sickly berry ciders and the like.
You don't have to bring up the Nazi's and whether companies hate the Jews and that. It's the Scandis. It's always the fucking Scandis. Ruining everything, like they did with IKEA.
|>>|| No. 413193
>It's all those bastard Kopparbergs and Rekorderligs with their sickly berry ciders and the like.
Alcopops came long before all that though. You've had entire generations of younguns who were raised on alcopops and whose first encounters with alcohol as 12-year-olds were in the form of these horrible sugary concoctions.
I think there is just something in the female brain that makes women tend towards preferring sugary alcohol. In a similar way as men tending to prefer more bitter alcoholic drinks like beer. Maybe it has to do with women being the berry pickers when we were still all cavepeople, while men were the mammoth hunters.
>Ruining everything, like they did with IKEA.
Ikea ruined itself when it went all posh.
When I was born, both my parents were fresh out of uni and didn't have loads of money. And both my older brother's and my first bedroom furniture came from Ikea because Ikea was good quality at affordable prices. Nowadays when you go in there, you'll get sticker shock. They're every bit as pricey as all the self-proclaimed high street shops. They have really just become one of them.
|>>|| No. 413194
All this talk of Nazis makes for such a pleasant Sunday, don't you think?
Here, have a vaguely Nazi-themed video:
|>>|| No. 413196
It's just nice to know that Godwin's Law still applies.
You need those fixtures in your life, you know. Unchanging reference points that make your daily chaos that slight bit predictable.
|>>|| No. 413197
Bought 60 2mg clonazepam tablets off a dodgy pharmacist and had an entirely agreeable wank with my mother in law's freshly worn knickers in my mouth. A new low all around, really.
|>>|| No. 413202
Yes, in its own way, it's almost like using disabled people in a wheelchair as inspiration for you own life, because at least your life isn't as shit as that of wheelchair lad.
|>>|| No. 413203
I think I'm getting old, I just shouted "HOI" out the window at a kid I didn't recognise who looked like he was creeping into a neighbour's garden. He's just bouncing on their trampoline so it's probably fine.
|>>|| No. 413204
Now he's climbing stealthily back out of the garden while still checking to see if anyone's watching him from the house. All he's done is jump on the trampoline though. I figure that's innocent enough.
|>>|| No. 413205
How old did he look? When my neighbours got a trampoline my daughter made any excuse she could come up with to go around.
|>>|| No. 413206
A teenager I guess. Grey jogging bottoms and hoodie, one of those American hats. I just thought it was weird as the kids who live there all dress like they listen to old rock or something.
He's still there, a dog just barked and he dived into the next garden and is now checking to see if anyone's coming. Keeps climbing in and out over the fence.
|>>|| No. 413207
Saturday: Train missed last bus to stadium, had to walk 2 miles uphill. Game went on longer than expected, had to pass up lift to walk the 2 miles back in order to make the train home. In short, fuck FirstGroup right in the fucking face.
Sunday: I've been thinking about expanding my home network infrastructure fora while now. By which I mean not relying on one Raspberry Pi to do all the services like DHCP and DNS and AD. Halfway through building a boot image for the second Pi, with literally less than an hour before it would be up and running and properly configured, the first one duly falls over and refuses to come back up.
Monday: Wake up with a nasty case of the trots, figure I'm not going to manage the 30 minute journey to work, and so call in sick. Freed my afternoon up to try and get my network working properly again, I suppose.
|>>|| No. 413208
I may have taken two 30mg mirtazapine tablets last night instead of the usual one tablet.
My whole day has been sort of a drowsy haze. Nothing that's really worrisome... but you feel pretty lazy, as if things inside your head are happening in slow motion.
|>>|| No. 413209
That happened to me once when I took a double dose of Amitriptyline the night before. My mum thought I was on glue or something.
|>>|| No. 413210
well the good thing about most antidrepressants is that you can't really OD on them as such. I'm not entirely sure what mirtazapine would do to you if you took maybe 30 tablets at once, but I think I've read that the worst thing they'll ever give you is diarrhoea. And you'll probably be drowsy as fuck the next day.
I mainly use them as a sleeping aid. Both my GP and my therapist think that that's alright. I've been through some traumatic events in my life that have a habit of not letting me sleep at night. While the focus should indeed be on trying to tackle that in the future and being able to sleep again without mirtazapine, for the time being, if it helps me fall asleep at night, it is the way to go, says my therapist. He also told me that from his experience, it is prescribed as a sleeping aid almost as often as for actual depression.
I'll probably miss the extremely vivid dreams that mirtazapine gives me, once I'll get off the stuff again. What's really been pretty intense is that during my sleep onset phase at night, I have moments when I dream and I know that I am dreaming. I can shift back and forth at will between dreaming and being awake. And I have moments when both are going on at the same time. Kind of hard to explain if you haven't experienced it yourself.
|>>|| No. 413211
Tricyclic antidepressants like Amitryptyline have a relatively high risk of overdose, which is the main reason why they were replaced by lower-risk SSRI and SNRI drugs. TCAs are preferred by patients and probably work better, but doctors are justifiably nervous about giving drugs with a high potential for overdose to people who are at risk of suicide.
|>>|| No. 413213
> but doctors are justifiably nervous about giving drugs with a high potential for overdose to people who are at risk of suicide.
When I was a younglad, I dated a lass for a while who was really by anyone's standard pretty fucking messed up in the head. I say I had traumatic events in my life, well, what she went through was many times worse. It led to her having the whole gamut from borderline to schizoid personality disorder. Self harm, compulsive behaviours, you name it. Anyway, sometimes when I went to see her at night, she was just high as a kite from a whole cocktail of mood altering prescription drugs. The upside was that we had great sex, especially when she was baked like that. She was really just fucking amazing in bed, and did many things, and sometimes many times over during one night, that you only read about in dirty novels.
The downside was her mood swings when the meds were wearing off. One night, she told me on the phone that she had just realised she had just about enough pills in her bedroom drawer to end it all. And then when I said something like, "Jesus Christ, do you know what you're saying??", she said "It's ok... I just wanted to test your reaction".
That's the reason we split up eventually, after a while of dating and perennial fucking. She didn't need a boyfriend, she needed a psychiatrist. Oddly enough, when she later spent eight weeks in an institution following an actual suicide attempt, with some of her pills (!!), she got one of her therapists fired for having sex with her.
|>>|| No. 413216
>when she later spent eight weeks in an institution ... she got one of her therapists fired for having sex with her.
I believe that's what some cynical bastards refer to as the "diamond BPD lifetime achievement badge". You really did catch a live one didn't ya.
|>>|| No. 413218
You have to know that on the face of things, she wasn't just a complete fucking headcase. That was true either way you were looking at it. But she was also smoking hot, appearance wise. As you can be at that age (18-19), I guess. She had the looks of a model and a sex drive that put mine to shame.
Being with a lass who is completely fucked in the head like that can be quite a trip. But if you value your nerves and want to sleep at night knowing your girlfriend isn't either attempting to jump off a bridge or having sex with a random otherlad, that type of person isn't for you in the long run.
|>>|| No. 413221
That's still on the therapist, he's got to have more self-control... it was a he, wasn't it?
|>>|| No. 413223
Yes, it was a he.
We didn't have all that much contact anymore after we split up, besides occasionally running into each other's friends around the pub scene. But what apparently happened was that one of her therapists was let go for "sexual misconduct with a patient" because of her. Could have been anything from a casual snog to intercourse. You would think that NHS regulations are pretty strict that way. Knowing her, it's kind of more likely that they did the latter.
|>>|| No. 413227
Apparently it happens. My friend works in mental health in a prison, and more than one of his (ex) colleagues have bonked the rapists and murderers. The mind boggles. Even more so that it's a massive crime when they do it.
|>>|| No. 413229
>Even more so that it's a massive crime when they do it.
Well you can't just have guards bonking inmates.
On that note, one of my friends was in hospital once, and on a lonely Saturday night, with nobody around, he and one of the nurses had sex.
|>>|| No. 413231
>Well you can't just have guards bonking inmates.
How else are either of them going to get any?
|>>|| No. 413232
>one of my friends was in hospital once, and on a lonely Saturday night, with nobody around, he and one of the nurses had sex.
I almost did the same, but I think we were both dissuaded in the end by the tube that was draining puss out of my abdomen. I did see her for a bit once I got out, though. I regret not having that story to tell, mind.
|>>|| No. 413233
>How else are either of them going to get any?
Well, prison guards are still free to have sex with just about anybody outside of the prison environment when they go home at night.
As for inmates, well... I'm not sure if Her Maj's has no-sex policies as strict as in the U.S., where inmates are forbidden from having any kind of sex at all for the duration of their sentences, but I would guess that even in Britain, they try to make sure it's not just one big group grope in there.
Not sure if this is also true in Britain, but I read something about prisons in the Netherlands once, that inmates are at least allowed to have softcore porn magazines or DVDs, als long as they don't show violence, actual intercourse, or illegal content.
|>>|| No. 413238
>Well, prison guards are still free to have sex with just about anybody outside of the prison environment when they go home at night.
Who'd want to sleep with a prison officer?
|>>|| No. 413240
>On that note, one of my friends was in hospital once, and on a lonely Saturday night, with nobody around
The fuck, was this hospital from 28 Days Later?
|>>|| No. 413241
Hospitals are often like that at night. I went to a and e one night (walked), didn''t know where a+e was so spent a good ten minutes wandering around the halls and didn't see a single soul. The direction signs were exceptionally poor.
|>>|| No. 413244
This. On weekend nights in particular, families of patients will have gone home, even some patients will ask to be released before a weekend. And then ward staff is also reduced on weekend nights, or will be working in a&e where there will be more going on than usual. So in essence, yeah, it can feel a bit like 28 Days Later.
One time, I was in for ten days, and just freshly broken up with my girlfriend. I was stuck in my hospital bed on a Saturday night with a severe and (initially) life threatening bacterial infection, while she was out partying and potentially meeting other lads while I could do nothing about it. While the entire hospital was nigh on polared. I don't think I've ever felt that lonely.
|>>|| No. 413245
It's like that every night, in my experience. I was in for 45 days last year, and being a workaholic nightowl I spent a lot of time wandering the corridors at night. You really don't see many people unless you stray near the A&E, and even then it's not exactly busy at 3am.
It was oddly calming, as even in a hospital people tend to stare at the pale grey bloke shuffling around with an IV in him.
|>>|| No. 413277
I went mushroom hunting again today and was able to find half a basket full of slippery jack boletes (see stock photo). I made them into a mushroom soup with plenty of onion and garlic.
But apparently, I don't tolerate slippery jacks well. It's been three hours since I ate the soup, and there is a pretty bad rumble in my stomach. I usually get quite bad flatulence from cooked onion alone, so it might just be that. Because the soup contained loads of onion. On the other hand, this type of mushroom is known to cause gastrointestinal problems in some people. I followed the advice of removing the skin from the caps, as that is often apparently the main culprit when people get digestive problems after eating them, but I still have a very bloated feeling in my stomach tonight.
I ate a dish with slippery jacks from the same patch a few years ago, without removing the skins, and my stomach problems got so bad that my GP put me in touch wich a mushroom poisoning expert, but that expert told me slippery jacks aren't known to make people sick to where they would need emergency medical help, and that I should just wait for the symptoms to go away on their own, and only go to a&e if they got any worse. And he told me to drink plenty of water and take over-the-counter stomach pain remedies.
Still not a nice feeling, all the bloating and farting.
|>>|| No. 413280
I found a U.S. military spec field compass among my granddad's belongings when he passed away a while ago. I wasn't quite able to figure out how to use all the bits and bobs on it, but youtube has a how-to even on such things as a so-called lensatic compass.
It turns out it's really a quite sophisticated tool.
Apparently, actual U.S. Military ones even contain tritium capsules to illuminate the dial at night. And they can cost you up to £80 and more. But my granddad's is the cheaper version that doesn't glow in the dark. It sells for around £10 on eBay.
|>>|| No. 413302
Choice, but in a way obligation to myself. I think almost every single day, usually more than once, for going on 11 or 12 years, is enough to earn my knob a break.
Poor choice of words that.
|>>|| No. 413306
Lads, how exactly do I wash money through several bank accounts in order to get about 5% in interest?
|>>|| No. 413312
Also, in that programme, they are saying that Tudor people believed dipping your genitals in the warm blood of a freshly slaughtered chicken was an effective remedy against the common clap.
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