Originally posted by uzlessHaven't been out here in a while, my gawd 😛 ... seems the inmates are running the asylum once again - or still?
I think Grampy confuses "many" to mean "few"
These abstract discussions of personal preferences as if they had any kind of shared validity are the social equivalent of picking fleas out of your own fur ... but then, I'm a monkey by genetic disposition and only a man by encultured delusion 😉
Originally posted by widgetBy what genetic basis?
Haven't been out here in a while, my gawd 😛 ... seems the inmates are running the asylum once again - or still?
These abstract discussions of personal preferences as if they had any kind of shared validity are the social equivalent of picking fleas out of your own fur ... but then, I'm a monkey by genetic disposition and only a man by encultured delusion 😉
Originally posted by Very RustyHe calls himself Grampy numbnuts.:'(
Interesting you arrived two days ago.
Why would you assume that he is an old man? Or is that just a figure of speech from where you hail. You call everyone old man.
TOPIC: I think it actually works both ways! We are as a rule tougher on the ones we love for some reason. Probably because we expect more from them, than strangers.
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Originally posted by Very RustyCut the posturing cowabungadung 😀 What you think are clever retorts are barely intelligible... 😛
Nice to see you! I had heard you were in recovery, hadn't heard what you were recovering from though. 😉
... read "The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind" by the late Julian Jaynes, then get back to me... ok?
Or is reading a whole book too much beyond your fragmented mental processes?
Originally posted by AThousandYoungThousand Young, your mildly entertaining though pejorative moniker suffers from being totally inaccurate. You see,
He calls himself Grampy numbnuts.:'(
I no longer have any at all. Used to, once upon a time, two extraordinarily grand Swedish jewels. Along with baseball
and basketball, also ran track events in high school. At one end of season championship event, which I won handily
by the way, somehow managed to step down hard on both just past the finish line. Massively crushed and discolored
them badly. Later that Saturday evening both were amputated. Our family was of modest means, so in order to save
Dad and Mom a few extra coins I consented to the surgical procedure sans anesthesia. Thank you for your interest.
-Bobby
😀