One year closer to the end of the world. Cross fingers.
Indeed, but in the meantime, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Glad Yule, joyeux Noël, carpe diem, sic transit gloria mundi, auld lang syne, etc. BTW, are you crossing your fingers for a quicker end of the world, or a later one?
It is especially kind, gracious, and noble of you to give up social media in favor of your family. You'll probably experience withdrawal. More beer, in that case.
In light of Christmas, I share my still-favorite x-mas song, as unhappy as it might be. Ahhh what can I say -- I try to be happy, but if you ask me, these are the things that make me happy.
Merry Christmas to all, and thanks everyone for making this new forum a good place to be. I haven't been participating much of late because of work and getting drunk, but I'll be back with a vengeance in the New Year.
Merry Christmas to y'all! Above is my favorite Christmas song. It's not exactly a happy song, but I always have a soft spot for sad songs -- especially one's sung by half-drunk sounding irreverant celtic punk bands.
MERRY CHRISTMAS BOYS AND GIRLS!!! :) Hope our community thrives, and thanks to all of you for the opportunity you have given me to have intelligent discussions together, and hopefully learn something from each other! :) All the best!
Reply to The Great Whatever Neither would there be any joy :P I will welcome the end when it comes - in the hands of the gods - as the Ancients would say - but it doesn't concern me much - only life makes sense to me, I cannot even conceive death anymore, except in the abstract. I feel immortal, even if I die.
The Great WhateverDecember 24, 2015 at 22:32#60310 likes
Reply to Agustino There already isn't any joy. That was all made up by poets who couldn't get laid.
I agree with Agustino. I classic Buddhist response to why a monk doesn't kill themselves (to get rid of suffering) would be that it also means there is no more happiness, joy, pleasure, etc. It would be a shame to throw all that potential away.
On this night before Christmas, the stores are all dead;
Hardly a creature is stirring from houses or sheds.
I passed on the pudding for brief yule rhymation;
I'll soon resume most lives of quiet desperation.
Tomorrow two five is the holiday factual;
But I find the eve of the holiday actual.
Tomorrow roast church, then usher the fowl;
Once that is over, I'll sit back and loud howl.
Twinkling lights, jingling bells, and sugary over load,
Tons of force fed cheeriness the prophets so foretold.
Noël and New Year cheers send I to you from here.
Let nice vibes fill up the rest of this God damnéd year.
Did anyone get any cool things for the holidays? This year was especially nice for me, I received four books on philosophy and a book on world mythology. The introductory philosophy books are one on the mind, another on cognitive science, a third on epistemology, and the fourth was The Ego Tunnel by Thomas Metzinger. I think I'll be reading quite a lot in the future. :)
I was just in Scotland, an appropriate place for Hogmanay, Hi jamalrob, did I pass near you on my way to and from Edinburgh? Happy New Year to the forum !
Reply to mcdoodle No, I've been living in France for a couple of years. In all my time in Edinburgh I never went to the Hogmanay street party, despite living around the corner from Princes Street.
Like... You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
or... No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
or... A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
Reply to Sapientia Oh dear... I do object to being called "flap eared" -- did they have beagles back then? Some of the insults are a bit obscure, and then they pile up such as in "three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave". I get what I am being called with "mongrel bitch" or "whoreson". Not very mysterious. But worsted stocking? What was it about worsted stockings? Was this fellow over-dressed for the occasion? Did his socks not match his pumpkin pants?
Comments (47)
Indeed, but in the meantime, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Glad Yule, joyeux Noël, carpe diem, sic transit gloria mundi, auld lang syne, etc. BTW, are you crossing your fingers for a quicker end of the world, or a later one?
It is especially kind, gracious, and noble of you to give up social media in favor of your family. You'll probably experience withdrawal. More beer, in that case.
My favorite holiday song:
All the best!
Meow!
GREG
I agree with you there, something is always better than nothing.
Whatever you celebrate, whatever you believe, I hope you you have a very happy one of them.
And definitely a Happy New Year to everyone.
Merry Christmas to y'all! Above is my favorite Christmas song. It's not exactly a happy song, but I always have a soft spot for sad songs -- especially one's sung by half-drunk sounding irreverant celtic punk bands.
Or joy!
Joy to the world! (I so hate that Christmas carol; as though joy is obtainable only from accepting a savior!)
Don't worry, be happy! And not just at Christmas time...
Edgy.
Perverse.
I agree with Agustino. I classic Buddhist response to why a monk doesn't kill themselves (to get rid of suffering) would be that it also means there is no more happiness, joy, pleasure, etc. It would be a shame to throw all that potential away.
Quoting The Great Whatever
Feynman was a real ladies man, and yet was one of the most important physicists of our time.
Hardly a creature is stirring from houses or sheds.
I passed on the pudding for brief yule rhymation;
I'll soon resume most lives of quiet desperation.
Tomorrow two five is the holiday factual;
But I find the eve of the holiday actual.
Tomorrow roast church, then usher the fowl;
Once that is over, I'll sit back and loud howl.
Twinkling lights, jingling bells, and sugary over load,
Tons of force fed cheeriness the prophets so foretold.
Noël and New Year cheers send I to you from here.
Let nice vibes fill up the rest of this God damnéd year.
'nuff said.
And remember to take care of yourselves and others.
(opens an Erdinger Weißbier)
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Happy New Year!
Like... You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
or... No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
or... A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
or... Thou shit!
(That's today's one).
Yes, actually. Queen Elizabeth I had pocket beagles.