Confession: This thread is progressing well.

Up Next: Buddha faked enlightenment; it was all a ploy to sponge a living off of others. He was also a litterbug. And hated Cats.

You were serious about the vaccine autism linkage?!?

I thought that we were all on the same page and was just adding to the joke.

The increase in autism is because we now don't call certain people "village idiots" if they have trouble with social interaction and are slow or "engineers" if they have trouble with social interaction and are not particularly slow.

The entire link between autism and vaccines is that vaccines are given at around same the ages in which developmental milestones happen in the non-autistic (bar-mitzvahs clearly are causal of excessive masturbation, and bat0mitzvahs are clearly causal of door slamming), plus the recent trend in medicalization of social misfits instead of just noting that human differences exist (see graph I posted).

I suspect that autism rates in the unvaccinated kids of today are higher than in the vaccinated, but no studies have been done that I am aware of. Just off of the top of my head I am thinking that not having your kids vaccinated is probably correlated closely with homeschooling and other strange parental behaviors, which would clearly muddy the waters quite a bit.

But then who shoots the shooters?

I posit the existence of an unshot shooter.

I piss in the shower. I have done so for years and enjoy it more and more. It also saves time and gives me a feeling of grand satisfaction.

I would also, but usually piss and **** before morning shower, so there's not much left.

No confession anyone can confess would make me believe they had something to confess about. I say this as a confession.
I say this while high and drunk btw..

still high still drunk, still here taking liberties with smp's confessionatorium..

Eat less fiber and you can do it all in one glorious display of efficiency.

So I was quite young when this happened, I should emphasize that by saying I was using a child’s set of golf clubs. Anyhow our naïve threesome or maybe it was a foursome? Where making our way to the 9th tee. It was at this point, where maybe one or a few of us may have been complaining about the pace of play (of course no play is fast enough when your young and impatient).

It was here where I made the rash decision to tee up my golf ball “early” for the twosome in front of us where not far up the hole. Now the why’s and how’s this many years later are a little unclear (I contend that I was using a wedge to land before the golfers, and unfortunately “bladed” it, while my cousin swears I had a 3 iron planning to go over them), but the facts are! That when a golf ball strikes a gentleman in the meat of the back, the thud is surprisingly loud, in fact my memory on whether the gentleman wailed or even yelped was drowned out by that thud.

At this point I would imagine that our young foursome where in hushed council, over what the various following actions should be. Evidently the standard “running away” was deemed impractical for your obvious reasons, I would guess that my next idea was probably something along the lines of “we should all go up and apologize” with obviously no takers. So I set off up the 9th fairway alone while the rest of the foursome stay back at the tee off behind the safety of their golf clubs. It was at this point when I realized I was going up to pass on my friend’s apology. Some might call that cowardly but I wasn’t about to admit guilt and be left vulnerable with my nearest friend 100 yards away. Anyway, friend’s apology was accepted and golfer was of vital age, and seemed ok.

The Excalibur has the same dealers as they had when they opened.

The confession is that I am slumming.

As long as you play poker you are ok. I play.

I never shaved myself wet once in my >20 years of shaving. During that time I had only 2 different electric shavers.

I got a wet shave twice in Thailand, but they used some kind of colorless lotion and not the classic white foam.

I dry shave using a regular razor (not making that up). It builds character and keeps my humors in the proper proportions.

Today I purchase a Luchiano Visconti shirt for $155 (plus tax). A tag on the collar states: The design of this garment is protected by copyright. As it should be, it is quite unique and arresting, like its new owner. There is a similar tag on the other shirt I purchased (on sale for only $80) which is mainly made of silk (~80%) with the remaining material having the codename Lyocell.

I found this Web info on this terrorist substance:

Lyocell is a regenerated cellulose fiber made from dissolving pulp (bleached wood pulp). The US Federal Trade Commission defines Lyocell as "a cellulose fabric that is obtained by an organic solvent spinning process". It classifies the fibre as a sub-category of rayon. The fiber is used to make textiles for clothing and other purposes.

As I am typing this cryptic message out to the vast hoards of ignorant masses that peruse SMP, I am also drink a white wine made in Italy: Tέlos

http://www.wine-searcher.com/wine-24...neto-igt-italy

The term Telos also reeks of philosophy, see below for other cryptic information gleaned from the paradise that is the internet:

A telos (from the Greek τέλος for "end", "purpose", or "goal") is an end or purpose, in a fairly constrained sense used by philosophers such as Aristotle. It is the root of the term "teleology," roughly the study of purposiveness, or the study of objects with a view to their aims, purposes, or intentions.


I look equally dazzling in either shirt. But you already knew that.

My day was equally as interesting, but not nearly as philosophically enhanced.

I made hollandaise sauce for girlfriend and hot upstairs half-Thai-half-Mexican girl. (have I mentioned that huhThMIg majored in philosophy?) put it on what was supposed to be eggs benedict, but I overcooked the poached eggs a bit. The complaints over the overcooked yolks came from both me, more as an apology, and from the one who had no cause for complaint due to other services rendered excellently prior to breakfast.

huhThMgwmip did complain about the post-breakfast musical entertainment. Not excessively so. I did not pick the music.

I also went for my daily walk in which I got a bit overexcited, and forgetting my advanced age, broke into what can, if we are to broaden the term sufficiently to encompass all things that involve two-legged ambulation that are not quite properly termed as walking, loosely be called a run.

During the post-Baconian experiment regarding the physical question of whether-I-can-still-run Kantian ritual cleansing, I discovered that I have either a severe bruise on my manhood or possibly either mrsa or leprosy. Time will only tell.

Happy birthday, or you will be sorely missed, or congratulations, Zeno.

I confess here that I would really like it if another woman would write a song at me.

In the middle of a thread, I took two posts to set up what I believe is the highest level of unnecessary punnage I've managed thus far in my life.

I was repairing a set of jumper cables this weekend and had to do some soldering. I had to get the cables in a precise set way to do the soldering and used some books as props and balancing braces. It was the first time Plato's Republic and "Aristotle" have been useful to me since I used them to prop open my front door on hot weather days.

Helping hands.



More useful than Plato and Aristotle.

As someone who has managed to touch myself with the tip of a soldering iron because of a lack of such things, I absolutely agree.

These are great, and they come in all different sizes.

I confess that I'm bad at DIY. I also confess that I'm 30 in a few days. Apparently they say you peak at 30 then it's all downhill.

Never understood the appeal of walking uphill, have to say.

We used to run hills in cross-country. It sucked.