SudsyFist

Sounds awesome. We'll use the wingsuit area; I'm sure Scott won't mind!

Sounds awesome. We'll use the wingsuit area; I'm sure Scott won't mind!

http://www.trackingderby.com/ It's official: I broke the record. Still wanna gimme a run for my money?

Bigger guys fist harder.

Damn, RL, you make us look at things we miss. Some things which we'd rather not. And you make some awesome points. *pensive*

Well yeah. Sucking a big one hurts my jaw Note to self: bring topical analgesic. Lots of it.

You asked. Seemed like you were interested.

Bigger guys split more ilium.

"PERFECT" is subjective, m'lady. But I run 10K's every Saturday. And I do interval training on the elliptical (maxed out at level 15) 4x a week. And I lift weights, including squats. And I keep to a healthy low-cal diet, to boot. Did I mention I wax?

motherfucker....you just can't drink a beer in peace anymore... *asphyxiating*

I just went back to the door and stumbled upon your sense of humour. It was quite dusty.

Well, that's where you're right. Their crying about it seems reasonable to me. Their feeling hurt seems reasonable to me. Their saying that they can't help it does not. Perhaps, "I don't feel strong enough to choose differently," would groove better. That goes back to the easier-to-determine situation: resulting action. Most won't question that one. But a few will.

Viking probably does.

It hits the point; we just disagree.

Absolutely. Great examples. Heart rate would be a biological function which most would consider to be outside of rational control. Why is it, then, that I can consistently knock it down from around 60 to 37-ish just to screw with whoever's taking my pulse? And you should see them light up when I make it skip a couple of beats outright. As far as controlling emotional response, imagine a line running from your sensory input devices to your impulse-gland. There's a switch on that line, and it's called, "will." For people who are completely accustomed to surrendering their will to their impulses, it's very difficult to learn how to operate that switch. The more reactive the situation, the more difficult it is to intercede. Do I, personally, intercede on every occasion? Oh, hell no! But I'm humble enough to accept responsibility for my responses (there's an etymological goody there), whether by my will or by my surrender to impulse. I have free will. It's my responsibility. And unless I'm being farcical, "I couldn't help it," is not in my lexicon.

Did my enormous wang throw you off?

My ass!

There are some things about us humans that are autonomic. Feeling hungry when we're running low on gas is a good example. Our reactions to these things, though (such as grabbing a bag of cookies), is entirely under our control, and we're responsible for those actions we take. That's an easy one: internal autonomic motivator, and a resulting action. Let's look at another. You're at a stoplight on your way home from the dealership in your brand new car. Some punkass crossing the street decides it'll be funny to plow his foot into your fender.... How do you emotionally respond? Anger? Hurt? Pity for the individual who feels compelled to do something like that? Your emotional reaction is also entirely within the scope of your control. You can choose to surrender yourself to impulse, but you cannot absolve yourself of your responsibility for your response. Any attempt to do so is a copout. "Falling in love," is a misnomer in my opinion. The use of the word, "falling," is a silly attempt at denying responsibility for one's response to their environment -- in this case, an individual's presence. "I couldn't help it." Bullshit. You just didn't. Make sense?

Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty Sound o' their breath fades with the light I think about... the loveless fascination Under the Milky Way tonight

Pets don't kill people. Pet owners kill people.

Bullshit. That is a royal copout. And I'm not referring to sexual preference; I'm referring to your statement verbatim.

*barf* None of the above.

*swoon* Dorbie, have I told you, lately, that I love you?

I still have a woodrow, and that was even after a glazin' a couple dozen.