Has anyone of you four people used this to get an f-buddy or whatever or maybe know people that have shared an experience good or bad? I'm looking for fresh blood maybe two. So I've surfed this on and off for about 4-6 weeks to try to get the lay of the land, compile the many reported scammer and muggers, and faggots. Nearly called for a pro one or two nights after some gone-ary social/chemical experimentation over the past few. But I'm very suspicious that some toothless schvartze will be ringing for me from the apt lobby. There are just fucking scary, Mos Eisly- ish pictures floating around on there, but also there are some nice lookign ones to.

Now I'm not a regular whore monger but i'm no stranger to a nice chinkhouse or maybe in getting a stripper to lend me a hand in the mens room just before close. The thing is as my wheelhouse turns a bit as I surf CL from time to time it seems perhaps establishing a nice custom filter process in the non-pro sections (which are often just as overrun might dig up a nice hidden gem maybe like a bored, slut housewife just two blocks down or some 19-20 yr old chic at home for what's left of their summer vaca just two floors up. I think I can craft a nice pussy trolling net that may save time and hassle in the future. but i dunno.

So does anyone know if CraigsList personals can actually connect to like minded sluts or is this strictly crackhead niggaville I'm cruising?

28 years ago today to the minute (3:48pm EST), the city of Manhasset sat in a gray cold wet embrace. Daylight seemed apprehensive beneath the slate of flesh. The streets are quiet. I exit the womb, two weeks prematurely, stepping over the stomach organs that lay around my only possible exit. I shake my head with the realization that I probably shouldn't be alive. Eight and a half months of nonstop exposure to tobacco and THC have produced a 6 lb, 4 oz, 20" creature that has all the characteristics of a human being. But there was something missing...an emptiness in its eyes, in its soul. Is it the constant tobacco and THC intake? Is it simply genetics? Or is it a combination of the two that has created this shell of a human being? Whatever the case, one thing is clear...



Yeah, I don't really know where I was going with this. I got nothing.

I am a Harry Potter geek. I like sci-fi/fantasy shit, always have. That's no secret but the HP series had previously been stigmatized in my mind for whatever snobby, ingoramous reasons I had manufactured. So for kicks I downloaded the audio books about 6 mos ago. Hooked instantly. I thought the movies were so so, they passed the time, progressively got better, the Goblet being my fav. However, having read the books (listened actually - there are two audio versions: Steven Fry's & Jim Dales', each having their pros & cons, and both enjoyable) as is often the case, I find the movies not so satisfying now.

For the last flick, I burgled a moderately decent though still shitty cam version off Demonoid, put on my home made wizard robes, and having already "read" OOTP beforehand regrettably I found the movie a disappointment. But I guess it was actually better than Goblet. The last one, Hallows, it's AMAZING I think. For a kids book it smart, it's layered, intertwined subplots interweaved brilliantly - I think for all of them this can be said to a certain degree and collectively all 7 books constitute a landmark literary achievement. It's handmade quality shit, LOTR-style. PLUS, being woefully ignorant & apathetic, I realized this JK Rowling, that he's a she! I wanna fuck that too. She's a nice lil MILF. So there is, all but admitted my pock mocked face & virginity for your entertainment.

just sharing a blog i wrote yesterday.





9/11/07

The city sits in a gray cold wet embrace. Daylight seems apprehensive beneath the slate of the sky. The streets are quiet. I exit Penn Station, upon this dour anniversary, stepping over the homeless that lay around one of the main exits. I shake my head with the realization that it’s been six years, and I haven’t been comfortable coming to the city ever since.

I remember the day in 2001, when one of my friends at work saw me in the street that morning, with the following statement:

“Some moron crashed into one of the World Trade buildings.”

“Are you kidding?” I said, peering down the avenue, only seeing a small twist of smoke in the sky.

It had only happened a few minutes before. We had thought it was a small plane. That was the initial rumor because even eyewitnesses weren’t sure, the large size of the building skewed perceptions of size.

I went up into the building, and went to work. And we all stood around talking, starting to hear that it was a bigger plane…when another co-worker came running in ashen,

“Another plane hit the other tower.”

And our world shook.

To watch it all from our windows, the whole day to me, felt unreal…like a dream. We watched the blazing trail of pitch black flood the skies. My brother worked for my company on another floor, and we both called back and forth to share information as it hit the radio, the web, and the rumor mill of those shocked and bewildered.

I watched the towers fall…I stood with my mouth agape affixed in a disassociated stare, where my brain simply disconnected, feeling like I was watching some movie. That this was not happening. That this wasn’t something that would touch me.

It wasn’t until a few years later when it would touch me. When it would lie waiting as some post-traumatic stress disorder, causing me anxiety on my every commute in and away from the city.

But, back then unreality was succinct, where I stood there with nothing to say as we watched people coming up the streets like pale ghosts, caked in dust from the wreckage of our safe notions. I ordered Chinese food numbly since none of us could leave with the trains, tunnels and bridges closed. I somehow walked outside in obscene bliss, calm like a Hindu cow. I simply could not grasp the impact.

People all crowded outside Penn Station. My brother and I simply waited for the Long Island Railroad to be opened, looking down from our windows. We knew Penn like the back of our hand, and as soon as we saw people were being let in, and that some trains were running, he and I dashed down, going through one of the back ways…and grabbed any train we could. We wanted escape from this topsy-turvy place…a world turned upside down. We caught one of the first trains out…not heading to my apartment in Queens. We wanted no part of the city. We came HOME. To the place we grew up, to the place where our parents were, on Long Island.

I now live on Long Island again. And these days, as I still commute to the city, there is not one day that I don’t think about the danger that has pervaded my idyllic life. Sometimes I feel we are just sitting back. That we are just waiting…waiting for something to happen. Like this impending doom. An axe yet to swing. And it was thinking these things one summer day last year when I realized that that experience back then caused some post-traumatic response. And I’ve been fighting with it ever since.

So I come to work this morning, reading about how the WTC area is still this open gaping sore on our national consciousness. Where bureaucracy and politics have created a national shame of a rebuild and rekindling of hope lying undone. And I walk off my train, wondering if this is the day some nut once again will careen against my illusions. Pervading my pursuit of the American dream with the hammer of violence, dread, and death…guised in self-righteousness. And I look up at the dark sky, stepping over this homeless man, trying to avoid smelling the glaring stink of an unsecure world, and step into the city knowing this day…I just won’t be able to write about anything else today.

This is a theory I have held for quite some time, and now is as good a time as any to put it to the test. I am so sick of these websites offering “expert” advice on who to sit/start in fantasy football. It’s useless. Nobody knows a god damn thing. Anything can happen. Anybody can just come up with players that should have a good game, but that doesn’t make you an expert. It just means you have a moderate understanding of how to read and interpret statistics. Anybody can do that.

My hypothesis is that the average “expert’s” picks are accurate only about 40% of the time. For this week’s experiment, I will be analyzing one of CBS Sportsline’s “expert” picks, as that is the site that hosts the league I am in this year. These picks can be found here.

Now, in order to adequately test my hypothesis over the course of the season, I must incorporate the opinions of more than just one “expert”. I could dissect Jamey Eisenberg’s picks all season, but all this would prove is that he doesn’t know a god damn thing. To prove that all fantasy “experts” are useless, I must use a larger sample size. Therefore, I will be looking at “expert” picks from a variety of websites, to be determined randomly throughout the season based on how much work I want to put into it that week.

There are no fancy formulas that will be used to judge whether a player had a good game or not. The decision will come strictly from the stats. Each pick will fall into one of three categories:

Good pick – the player had a great game OR the player had a poor game
Bad pick – the player had a poor game OR the player had a great game
Neutral pick – the player had an adequate game. Not too great, but not too poor

With that said, here are this weeks findings:
http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=p...X7a_BBbHAg

Analysis
This self-proclaimed “expert” made 62 selections – 31 “start ‘ems” and 31 “sit ‘ems”. Of those 62 selections, just 23 turned out to be good picks – 37%. Of those 23, just 7 were players he deemed a “start ‘em” vs. 16 “sit ‘ems”. What does this prove? That it’s easier to say “don’t start Bo Scaife” than it is to say “start Owen Daniels.” Wow. Does it really take an expert to offer up that kind of advice?

Now, that 37% is poor enough as it is, but when you take a look at his extra special “one-week sleepers” it becomes clear that this guy is no expert. His sleepers of the week:

Steve McNair: 4 turnovers
DeAngelo Williams: 75 total yards, lost fumble
Joe Horn: 1 catch, 14 yards
David Martin: 1 catch, 7 yards
Sebastian Janikowski: 3 missed field goals
Raiders defense: 36 points allowed

So that’s 0 for 6 on these players that he has given extra value to. This is not even mentioning his “start of the week”; Deuce McAllister and his 45 yards of total offense.

Of course, I could give him the benefit of the doubt, with this being week one and all. But fuck that. This guy is supposed to be an “EXPERT”, isn’t he? His “job” is to tell fantasy owners what their best options are; which players give them the best chance of winning for that given week. And this guy did so with 37% accuracy. 37%! That is not sufficient. What other job can you perform with 37% accuracy and expect to keep a job? If I decided to clean 4 out of every 10 toilets I came across, while smearing feces all over the other 6, I’d have been fired years ago. And CBS calls this guy a “senior fantasy writer”!? You may as well have some down syndrome kid pick names at random out of a hat and flip a coin. Heads is a “start ‘em”, tails a “sit ‘em.” He would be right at about the same frequency, and they can pay him significantly less because of his retard status.

...that she could tell you your entire family tree as far back as four generations just by the taste of your semon.

Why, all of a sudden, is DIG, with a discernibly different personality, starting to post again?

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In order to expedite things and not waste everybody’s I’m sure precious time; I have pasted the article below. It is a pretty lengthy read which I know worries some, but don’t worry. I highlighted the only parts of the story that you need to read.


Pot may hike risk of psychosis, research finds

Even limited use could up chance of serious mental illness by 40 percent

LONDON - Using marijuana seems to increase the chance of becoming psychotic, researchers report in an analysis of past research that reignites the issue of whether pot is dangerous.

The new review suggests that even infrequent use could raise the small but real risk of this serious mental illness by 40 percent.

Doctors have long suspected a connection and say the latest findings underline the need to highlight marijuana’s long-term risks. The research, paid for by the British Health Department, is being published Friday in the medical journal The Lancet.

“The available evidence now suggests that cannabis is not as harmless as many people think,” said Dr. Stanley Zammit, one of the study’s authors and a lecturer in the department of psychological medicine at Cardiff University.

The researchers said they couldn’t prove that marijuana use itself increases the risk of psychosis, a category of several disorders with schizophrenia being the most commonly known.

There could be something else about marijuana users, “like their tendency to use other drugs or certain personality traits, that could be causing the psychoses,” Zammit said.

Thousands tracked
Marijuana is the most frequently used illegal substance in many countries, including the United Kingdom and the United States. About 20 percent of young adults report using it at least once a week, according to government statistics.

Zammit and colleagues from the University of Bristol, Imperial College and Cambridge University examined 35 studies that tracked tens of thousands of people for periods ranging from one year to 27 years to examine the effect of marijuana on mental health.

They looked for psychotic illnesses as well as cognitive disorders including delusions and hallucinations, bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, neuroses and suicidal tendencies.

They found that people who used marijuana had roughly a 40 percent higher chance of developing a psychotic disorder later in life. The overall risk remains very low.

For example, Zammit said the risk of developing schizophrenia for most people is less than 1 percent. The prevalence of schizophrenia is believed to be about five in 1,000 people. But because of the drug’s wide popularity, the researchers estimate that about 800 new cases of psychosis could be prevented by reducing marijuana use.

Disturbing outlook
The scientists found a more disturbing outlook for “heavy users” of pot, those who used it daily or weekly: Their risk for psychosis jumped to a range of 50 percent to 200 percent.

One doctor noted that people with a history of mental illness in their families could be at higher risk. For them, marijuana use “could unmask the underlying schizophrenia,” said Dr. Deepak Cyril D’Souza, an associate professor of psychiatry at Yale University, who was not involved in the study.

Dr. Wilson Compton, a senior scientist at the National Institute on Drug Abuse in Washington, called the study persuasive.

“The strongest case is that there are consistencies across all of the studies,” and that the link was seen only with psychoses — not anxiety, depression or other mental health problems, he said.

Scientists cannot rule out that pre-existing conditions could have led to both marijuana use and later psychoses, he added.

Dispel the misconception
Scientists think it is biologically possible that marijuana could cause psychoses because it interrupts important neurotransmitters such as dopamine. That can interfere with the brain’s communication systems.
Some experts say governments should now work to dispel the misconception that marijuana is a benign drug.

“We’ve reached the end of the road with these kinds of studies,” said Dr. Robin Murray of King’s College, who had no role in the Lancet study. “Experts are now agreed on the connection between cannabis and psychoses. What we need now is for 14-year-olds to know it.”

In the U.K., the government will soon reconsider how marijuana should be classified in its hierarchy of drugs. In 2004, it was downgraded and penalties for possession were reduced. Many expect marijuana will be bumped up to a class “B” category, with offenses likely to lead to arrests or longer jail sentences.

Two of the authors of the study were invited experts on the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs Cannabis Review in 2005. Several authors reported being paid to attend drug company-sponsored meetings related to marijuana, and one received consulting fees from companies that make antipsychotic medications.



So in other words, the headline of the article is “pot may hike risk of psychosis”, yet the fifth paragraph states that it couldn’t be proven if marijuana increases the risk of psychosis. So what in the fuck was the point of this article? It says absolutely NOTHING. Then of course there’s the last paragraph, which needs no further commenting. It speaks for itself and tells you all you need to know about the motives behind this study.

This kind of “journalism” or “research” is a complete joke. Anybody can throw out random, unsubstantiated theories and statistics to support whatever cause they want. What’s that? You want proof? Here, case in point. I’ll just recreate this article by replacing a few words here and there:


Eating fish tacos may hike risk of Alzheimer’s, research finds

Even limited consumption could up chance of serious dementia by 80 percent

LONDON – Eating fish tacos seems to increase the chance of developing Alzheimer’s disease, researchers report in an analysis of past research that reignites the issue of whether fish tacos are dangerous.

The new review suggests that even infrequent consumption could raise the small but real risk of this serious neurodegenerative disease by 80 percent.

Doctors have long suspected a connection and say the latest findings underline the need to highlight Taco Bell’s long-term risks. The research, paid for by Burger King, is being published Friday in the medical journal The Lancet.

“The available evidence now suggests that combining fish with a hard taco shell is not as harmless as many people think,” said Dr. Stanley Zammit, one of the study’s authors and a lecturer in the department of neurological medicine at Cardiff University.

The researchers said they couldn’t prove that eating fish tacos itself increases the risk of Alzheimer’s disease.

There could be something else about fish taco eaters, “like their tendency to eat other disgusting food combinations or certain personality traits, that could be causing the Alzheimer’s,” Zammit said.

Billions tracked
Fish tacos are the most frequently ordered menu item in many taco restaurants, including Taco Bell. About 90 percent of young adults report eating them at least twice a day, according to government statistics.
Zammit and colleagues from the University of Arkansas, Imperial College and Iona University examined 185 studies that tracked hundreds of billions of people for periods ranging from twelve minutes to 8 years to examine the effect of fish tacos on mental health.

They looked for signs of memory loss as well as other disorders including delusions and hallucinations, bleeding eyes, bipolar disorder, depression, explosive diarrhea, hair loss and HIV.

They found that people who eat fish tacos had roughly an 80 percent higher chance of developing Alzheimer’s disease later in life. The overall risk remains very low.

For example, Zammit said the risk of developing Alzheimer’s for most people is less than 61 percent. The prevalence of Alzheimer’s is believed to be about nine in 84,397 people. But because of the food’s wide popularity, the researchers estimate that about 950,000 new cases of Alzheimer’s could be prevented by reducing the consumption of fish tacos.

Disturbing outlook
The scientists found a more disturbing outlook for “heavy users” of fish tacos, those who eat it hourly or daily: Their risk for Alzheimer’s jumped to a range of 85 percent to 700 percent.

One doctor noted that people with a history of Alzheimer’s or dementia in their families could be at higher risk. For them, eating fish tacos “could unmask the underlying Alzheimer’s,” said Dr. Deepak Cyril D’Souza, an associate professor of economics at Bethune Cookman University, who was not involved in the study.

Dr. Wilson Compton, a senior custodian at the National Institute on Fast Food Abuse in Albany, called the study persuasive.

“The strongest case is that there are consistencies across all of the studies,” and that the link was seen only with Alzheimer’s — not anxiety, depression, cancer, gout, athlete’s foot, or other health problems, he said.
Scientists cannot rule out that pre-existing conditions could have led to both fish taco consumption and later Alzheimer’s, he added.

Dispel the misconception
Scientists think it is biologically possible that fish tacos could cause Alzheimer’s because it interrupts important neurotransmitters such as dopamine. That can interfere with the brain’s communication systems.

Some experts say governments should now work to dispel the misconception that fish tacos are a benign menu item.

“We’ve reached the end of the road with these kinds of studies,” said Dr. Robin Murray of King’s College, who had no role in the Lancet study.

“Experts are now agreed on the connection between fish tacos and Alzheimer’s. What we need now is for 14-year-olds to know it.”

In the U.K., the government will soon reconsider how fish tacos should be classified in its hierarchy of fast food menu items. In 2004, it was downgraded and penalties for possession were reduced. Many expect fish tacos will be bumped up to a class “B” category, with offenses likely to lead to constipation or longer time on the toilet bowl.

Two of the authors of the study were invited experts on the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Fast Food Review in 2005. Several authors reported being paid to attend Burger King-sponsored meetings related to fish tacos, and one received consulting fees from companies that make regular, safe, meat tacos.

Since we've posted here together for so long, all of us except for Arpi are beyond the petty baiting tactics we all (or some, if that was our style) used to try to put a knot in an ass and therefore create interesting msgbrd content and merriment. Therefore, I create this thread to try to profile, in a degrading manner, the people on this board. It's artifical, out of context, and uninspired by true circumstance & malice...sure, it is but what the fuck else do whe got, huh? Look around. Not much. But I digress...

Specifically, I discuss those who I feel have the skill-set to make me look foolish such that if anyone actually POSTS and decides to have a go, it may be an interesting reading. If you are not mentioned here, I'm already done with you - improve yourself.

Here is my list of those who over the years I've observed to have comparable, equal, or perhaps better, in certain respects, mental faculaties than me, ie those possessing the qualities necessary to degrade, humiliate and verbally thrash almost anyone on the planet. Alhabetically so not to imply superiority though Gooch would be last in such a list (to be explained):

- Arpi
- Galt
- GonzoStyle
- Gooch
- Hoon

Arpi - Tongue lashing specialist, quick, but I don't think hes got a sense of humor outside the cruelty of this context. He revels in his berating, and consequently, if one has hand at some point in an altercation you can rest assured he's sitting there fuming and pulling out hair. An unhappy fellow, who has demostrated that razor sharp wit doesn't bring personal fulfillment.

Galt - The only non-jew of the bunch (maybe Hoon too? Dunno, but he argues like one). Having grown up in the spoils and societal infuences of high society MA, an upper middle class wanna-be socialite, his smarts were sharpened in an climate where wealth status and mocking the differentiation of such was the primary sport next to hockey. With such a background he is cock full of dangerous quips and barbs, a well-armed arsenal that when strategically & skillfully utilized in the proper context, can make baby jesus cry....henceforth. If he didn't have red hair like BOZO and freckels that look like someone threw a drippy turd that bounced off a wall and splattered on his face, I'd almost respect the prick.

GonzoStyle - Brooklin, Sheepsheads Bay. Meaner than a muthafucker, you stupid cock sucker! Lived next to the KING. Nonetheless, often as neurotic as the screaming old chink woman one typically sees in the pictures as the US overruns a Gook camp and smashes her retarded son's head open with a rifle handle. Razor sharp though - but given his nature that can be neutralized. "If you learn to control that temper of yours, Posey, ain't nobody gonna take that knife away from you" (name the movie for bonus points)


Gooch - DOPEHEAD. Verbally impotent. Some of his postings hurt my eyes they are so fucking meandering or just plan unintelligible. But he can throw a verbal punch or two in distresss or by accident. No you can't handle this, dude - not in this sphere anyway. Other than dope, he seems to be one them art faggots. Though gay-it-be, I concede that he can make a throat-slitting jpeg. Unconventional but effective, HOMO.

Hoon - The drifter, the hotshot. Always a clever quip, can cut off nuts in a 7-word sentence, behead with haiku. Formidable indeeed. I like you even though you ARE Ken'sPen and I don't FUCKING care what anyone says. You stole his persona. He is him and you are him, fucker. Stop the shit. You will always be BlandPen in my mind.

So there are others that have demonstrated potential, had their moment in the sun at some point, can sling code around, etc. Again I refer to such people in a general way because they are indeed generally...inferior, but without spectators we'd have no one in additon to ourselves to show off to.

That's all the bullshit I got to dump out of this fucking insane brain of mine tonight I think. I find that if I don't purge, I have wet dreams that disturbingly revolve around scenarios involving razors and flesh and then I piss myself just before waking up screaming with blood and gashes on my arm having unwitting bit & tore at it mid-trance.

**edit: to the complete the title - ange, the weirdos, etc...

I just saw this commercial for a Joe COCKER!! compilation or greatest hits collection. When I used to slave away in the resturant biz we had a driver, a 40-something, fast-talking, twitchy, neurotic, oxy fiend, cunt cock sucker. He was a funny guy though, and despite the fact we bumped heads here and there, exchanged death-threats, and so on, I look back on him fondly. He was a friggin nut, but somehow we came to have our own private joke that we repeated ad nauseum & consequently confused the shit and/or annoyed everyone else around when we did it.

Specifically, in the kitchen we usually had the radio on and, personally, I like to listen to the classic rock station (102.9 Magic WMGK). The station frequently played Joe COCKER!!! tunes and everytime (and I have no idea how it came about) one his songs came on we both would shout at each other, you guessed it, COCKERRRRR! Ten year olds stuff but it's still funny to me anyway. Now if I see the fucker on the road in one of the old company's vans driving next to me, I roll down the window and shout COCKERR!! or he at me if he sees me first. Other than that I could care less if the fucker dies, know zip about him. But we share this ridiculous ass gag. There are many people like this in my life, even you unwittingly - DIG it?