So they are all in favor of making abortion illegal. But people who have been against abortion all their lives have not even considered that when making things illegal, under the law there is a punishment involved. That’s a prerequisite of making things illegal: attach a penalty for doing what is illegal. If there is no penalty, that’s just makes it not a crime, and really takes away the reason for making it illegal.
And anti-abortionists, because they are all pretty fucking stupid, have never even thought about that. Case in point:
Your body, your business. And certainly don’t let people this fucking stupid dictate what you are allowed to do with it.
30
Jul
So I started playing EVE Online. God help me, it’s got me enticed and aroused and attracted by its infinite depth, intricacy and efficacy in keeping me seated in my chair for hours on end.
EVE Online is a player-driven persistent-world massively multiplayer online game (MMOG) in a science fiction space setting in which players pilot a wide array of customizable ships.
EVE Online runs on a large supercomputing cluster known as “Tranquility”, claimed to be the most powerful supercomputer in the gaming industry. Several smaller clusters are used for public and in-house testing including the public test servers “Singularity” and “Multiplicity”.
EVE Online is different from MMOGs such as World of Warcraft, Guild Wars and EverQuest II because the player characters do not gain experience points through actions or by completing tasks. Instead, the player learns skills by training a specific skill over time, a passive process that occurs in real world time so that the learning process will continue even if the player is not logged in. Combat is very balanced, full loot is a factor, capitalism rules supreme.
To read more about the in-depth mechanics, click here.
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25
Jul
So after spending 5 days in this place I’ve grown to realize that this might not have been the most outrageously successful vacation ever. Having been stranded for 3 hours on a mountain top, spent more money in a single hour than I earn in a week, lost my wallet with all my ID, and not having had even nearly enough beer, this is getting almost old.
We’ve not really been outside this tiny little 1-room apartment thing, and it’s been sub-par weather the whole time. It’s been alright though, but not as breathtakingly exciting as I was hoping this vacation to be. I was looking forward to letting my self go completely, and potentially get lost in the void, but without any money the culture we live in won’t allow for something like that to happen. So I am stranded.
Tomorrow I head back home. And due to a recent resurgence in interest revolving around this site, I might even start posting the usual suspects (not just images, but torrents and shit, metal music, movies, all that good stuff I know you love me for).
Even the ride home will be a challenge, and I hope my math is right and I have enough cash to purchase enough fuel to actually get me home. If not, I might yet again end up stranded on a fucking mountain, which is not a situation I would lament being without.
23
Jul
So I was invited north (even where I live I can still go further north) to the Paris of Norway that is Tromsø. Already 2 hours into it things start to get really awesome.
I get a flat tire on top of a mountain, 4 kilometres from the arctic circle (north of it). This is as much in the middle of no where as I will ever get on my 500 mile voyage, and I’m barely 150 miles into it. Best part? No spare tire.
So I call rescue services and they tell me “a new tire? well it’s 11pm on a friday night but we’ll see what we can do okay” and I give the man a harsh, mumbling “fine” in return, and spend the next 3 hours listening to the sound of wind, making no more progress than an asthmatic ant that’s had 4 of it’s legs pulled pulled off.
Then I get a phone call. “Alright we got you 2 tires, but we only have one set of rims to put them on, so you’re going to have to make a trip with some illegal configurations on your car. And it’ll cost you $500.”
At this point I am just yelling “JUST GET THE FUCK UP HERE MAN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY”
So he arrives, this charicature of a man, the color and shape of an aubergine, he gives me the tires, I give him the money, tell him to fuck off, put the tire on and I am off.
I drive nearly non-stop for the next 12 hours, getting some rest catching the ferry between Bognes to Skarpensundnesvikdal, or whatever the fuck it’s called (like you even know, or give a shit). So I arrive, I meet the girl who has agreed to house me during my vacation, I basically go “Hi. Oh yeah hug and such, yeah sure. So, where’s the bed.” And I comatose for the next 16 hours. Which is fitting because I just spent the best part of 17 hours in my car, trying to get to where I am now.
I wake up, my wallet is missing. My drivers license, my ATM card, and also some licenses for operating a nail gun and a bolt-pistol which are pretty essential for work. Gone.
I am stranded 500 miles from home, without any form of valid ID, any money in cash, and not enough fuel to make the journey back home, which given my luck so far in my vacation, would see me being pulled over without a drivers license to be able to present to the local authorities.
But on the upside, I have a fuckton of beer, and some good company, and a father who is taking it all pretty lightly (“You’re what? hahaha… Alright that was funny, so how much do you need to get home and how do we arrange it”).
So far the company is really good too, this is probably the most fun I have had in a really weird and desperate situation since the time I discovered masturbation as a serious pasttime. You might ask where and how and with who I discovered masturbation, and the only thing I will tell you is that I was 6, it was dinner time at the kindergarten, and she gave me some really dirty looks. And at 6, you can get away with shaking like you have epilepsy at the dinner table without problems.
Can you guess how drunk I am right now? No, neither can I, but I know that in my heart, the person I have arrived at has already started to describe me as “an impulsive drunk who drove 16 hours just to see me, and also he drinks beer ALL. THE. TIME. OHMYGOSH!” so yeah, I am pretty fucking drunk, but I feel fine.
All in all, it’s been a really exciting and fascinating vacation so far, and the best part is I’m still pretty balanced about the whole thing. I’ll get out of this without a scar, I’m sure, like I do with everything else. And even if I don’t, I’ll always have the story.
This livejournal entry really had me astonished. Fucking seriously this is some kickass stuff.