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On Sunday, December 9, 2018 at 5:50:00 PM UTC-5, crickett wrote:
welcome to the world of false conclusion(s).
i just made a little one while ago while shopping at Target
I bought some logs (Presto) and thought that these were
the proper kind because the box said Presto. Guess what
Chris, had you bothered to read the box carefully you would
noted these were fire starters logs. Have fun taking them
back to Tar-Gay. Referee motions false start, 5 yard penalty.
Jumping the gun on reality. OK ok, second down and goal.
I do that all the time, each time I swear I'll be more investigative, size up my
options. Recently I replaced a toaster, not looking close enough, it was a bagel
capable toaster. The mouth for each side was a huge gaping sharks mouth. My
petite discreet toaster already in the dumpster outside. I fashioned a home made
cover for the huge hydraulic preprogrammed metalic abysses. Long story short
it caught on fire and now I am investigating paints for the kitchen.
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Got carried away pretending I was FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY
Toaster and improv cover are copescetic! Good luck with the logs.
Slides has probably read this but it's very funny in the
lifes a kick in the ass way.
Notes from the Underground
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/600/600-h/600-h.htm
Part 1 Chapter 2
Though, after all, everyone does do that; people do pride themselves on their diseases, and I do, may be, more than anyone. We will not dispute it; my contention was absurd. But yet I am firmly persuaded that a great deal of consciousness, every sort of
consciousness, in fact, is a disease. I stick to that. Let us leave that, too, for a minute. Tell me this: why does it happen that at the very, yes, at the very moments when I am most capable of feeling every refinement of all that is "sublime and
beautiful," as they used to say at one time, it would, as though of design, happen to me not only to feel but to do such ugly things, such that ... Well, in short, actions that all, perhaps, commit; but which, as though purposely, occurred to me at the
very time when I was most conscious that they ought not to be committed. The more conscious I was of goodness and of all that was "sublime and beautiful," the more deeply I sank into my mire and the more ready I was to sink in it altogether. But the
chief point was that all this was, as it were, not accidental in me, but as though it were bound to be so. It was as though it were my most normal condition, and not in the least disease or depravity, so that at last all desire in me to struggle against
this depravity passed. It ended by my almost believing (perhaps actually believing) that this was perhaps my normal condition. But at first, in the beginning, what agonies I endured in that struggle! I did not believe it was the same with other people,
and all my life I hid this fact about myself as a secret. I was ashamed (even now, perhaps, I am ashamed): I got to the point of feeling a sort of secret abnormal, despicable enjoyment in returning home to my corner on some disgusting Petersburg night,
acutely conscious that that day I had committed a loathsome action again, that what was done could never be undone, and secretly, inwardly gnawing, gnawing at
myself for it, tearing and consuming myself till at last the bitterness turned into a sort of
shameful accursed sweetness, and at last--into positive real enjoyment! Yes, into enjoyment, into enjoyment! I insist upon that. I have spoken of this because I keep wanting to know for a fact whether other people feel such enjoyment? I will explain; the
enjoyment was just from the too intense consciousness of one's own degradation;
it was from feeling oneself that one had reached the last barrier, that it was horrible, but that it could not be otherwise; that there was no escape for you;
that you never
could become a different man; that even if time and faith were still left you to change into something different you would most likely not wish to change; or
if you did wish to, even then you would do nothing; because perhaps in reality there was nothing
for you to change into.
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