Agamemnon

*Aga does not consider himself a horrible person, but he is extensively driven by a mixture of hormones, fears and neurotic obsession.*

nah, there's just the silly single word... stupid, damn stupid.

I agree, Arch, there are too few words to describe those concepts that by the name of love are known. It is like trying to describe the entire color spectrum with only one word.

What I feel about the matter is likely to change, I suppose, as just about every other one of my emotions. I exist in flux, after all.

I've recently realized that I really do not even want anyone for a partner in any capacity. The thought of getting married or even having a steady relationship seems to disgust and intimidate me more and more every passing day.

The previous paragraph is of course just me being my whiny self, but ponder this. Can there be a person simply uncapable of feelings of love or not possessing the natural urge to breed?

*Aga thinks he presents an unsurmountable obstacle to any young woman*

Heh, I think that beneath my boring and soft-voiced exterior exists a den of confusion, conflict, emotion, empathy and sheer perversity.  

good luck. that's all i can think of.

I could not care less whether the stuff is good or not, I just want another tome for my collection. Sad, huh?

Nothing anymore. Occasional documentaries and 1-2 movies per month from satellite, but that's all.

Well, that is the truth. Apparently the wide-spread belief it's visible is a complete falsehood. Of course, I bet 99% of the Chinese have no idea about that.

Today, after years of waiting, I got my hooked claws on Maximum Metal. Phew, I thought it'd never happen. The day my collection will be complete looms just a tiny bit closer.

Go ask the Librarían.

[Rather cynical post deleted]

Never mind, just pretend I never posted on this thread at all.

Hm, good news, save for chumps like me without access to reliable methods of electronic payment. Still good news, though.

There's this girl in our school... gads. I'm, well, quite rotund but she's like out there, man, and also apparently under the impression she weighs 60 pounds less than she does. When she walks by, I lose my appetite, and that's saying a lot.

Yeah, it's a helluva lot better than building up national ego with big missiles or whatnot. Go Commies, go!  

"creative licence" is really just a nice way of saying "pulling stuff from where the sun shineth not in order to fill pages"

Groupies?!?!?

*Aga starts pondering on how to acquire some...*

I fit in groups 5, 7, 9 and 10. Needless to say, I hate myself for it. Were I more able-bodied, I'd be in #6 as well

That's just so... kawaii... it's making me sick =p Overdose of pink.

Odd sorts of video stores in your city, it seems to me.

(okay, it was a cheap shot, but my humor quota is running low)

"If God would see what is done in His name, he would weep... then break out the fire and brimstone."  (- Anon.)

I think we will see the rift of the Real People and the Faceless Masses growing and growing, whether by genetics or some other means. In fact, in the distant future I suspect even mutual interbreeding can become impossible via the "miracle" of genetic manipulation. Of course, after that there would have to be no pretense of equality anymore. After all, the have-nots would become another species altogether, somewhere between apes and men, if you will.

All in all, stuff that sci-fi books are made of, but a reality that few of us would be willing to live in, at least on the wrong side of what would become an unbreachable barrier. These are cheerful thoughts indeed to consider, are they not? I am glad I'll be scattered into the winds long before (if Chance should have it) that fiendish scenario will unfold.

Normally, my relationship to science has been very neutral, but there are some things that should not be. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I loathe change and am seldom in tune with what is "cool" in anything right at the moment. Hence I prefer old-school rock to most modern acts. But that's really only half the story. Old is not always good. I'd rather endure 10 hours of Britney Spears than 30 minutes of any kind of jazz.

Emotion is the key. When I listen to music, I often feel frustrated, angry, even depressed, so I choose music that helps me unwind from that state, such as Korn, Rammstein, System of a Down, Disturbed or Evanescence. Being a profoundly melodramatic person, I enjoy power metal for the sheer grandeur of it.

You're right about the Pavlovian thing, Malek. I associate electronic music with partying and general "having-fun" scenarios, something which I can be said to detest (or which I simply can never never understand). But, as anyone who has ever tried teaching a dog not to make a mess onto the kitchen carpet knows such associations are very hard to root out from the simple brain of an animal and utterly impossible to exorcise from the complex latticework that is the human mind.

Well, I am sorely biased into the direction of considering Finland a barren, gods-forsaken piece of crap that cannot succeed in anything on a level of being noticed internationally. The Great Finnish Success story is Nokia, too bad everyone else in Europe (even 30% of all Swedes) thinks they're from Japan.

I feel our country is full of spineless politicians who expend ludicrous amounts of money in completely inane pursuits and then whines about not having any cash to spend, as well as squabbling with each other over supposed divisions of ideology when there are none to be found. I also don't like the weather, the sports, the geography, most of the people, the food, the music, the movies, the TV nor the age-old tradition of sitting in a hot room and sweating our butts off.

Yeah, you're probably right. But you gotta try, because it's about the principle of the thing. Yes, there is a Universal Right to Be Bloody Stupid, but some people are abusing it.

The way I see it that God (should there be one to be believed in, or some suitable facsimile thereof) gave us brains for a reason, and that reason was not to become a machine for re-echoing a thousand-year-old dogma without the merest hint of originality. We are in possession of free wills and we should exercise that will upon the surrounding universe by thinking for ourselves and taking responsibility for our own souls (should we have any to take responsibility upon).

For every fundamentalist who claims the Only True Word of God can be found in the Bible, I'd like to take a rock and simply hand it to them. Then, when they invariably would ask me, "What the heck is this?" I'd reply: "How can you speak of God when you do not recognize Him when you see Him?"

You see, God (should there be one etc.) is not locked into the pages of a dusty old book. We are God. The rock is God. The universe is God.

I'm not sure what I was trying to say here, other than to present a world-view worthy of being visited upon by the Spanish Inquisition and tortured to death by some highly uncomfortable means (or, as the case might be, the soft cushions).