Sumpta

And the only possible method to do this, is obviously with weapons. :-k Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness? Give me a bucket to vomit in right now, please. This logic is flawed. The guy snapped and grabbed a weapon that was at hand. He wasn't thinking rationally "Hey, I need to kill as many people as possible, what are the options?" I seriously doubt that he carefully planned his rage. If he hadn't had a weapon available to him, he might have done other freaky stuff, but he simply wouldn't have been able to take 33 people with him. He would have raged, physically attacked people, but things would probably not have been this bad.

People can be ready to die, for example when they're 90, with a failing body and a failing mind. Or when they are suffering badly without any hope of ever getting better. I'm definitely not ready to die. But I'm even less ready to accept the death of someone I'm close to. Dying is not that hard, I think, it's seeing someone else die that tears your heart apart.

Here we go again... not a week passes quietly or the Bible gets torn apart at Tip.It :D When I'm dead, grass will grow on my bones, as it should. Life is nothing but a short span of time that we have. I'm not going to waste it thinking about the afterlife. And should I be mistaken, which is a possibility, I'll have plenty of time for contemplation while the grass is growing and I'm getting toasted in the fires :wink:

I would really take Switzerland as an example here. It's one of the richest countries in the whole world, has low immigration and really small social gaps. You can't compare that to USA for example, both coutries got totally different backrounds. I would agree not to compare the USA or any other country for that matter with Switzerland. With all respect, but Switzerland is a plain weird country. It's an alien country in the heart of Europe, a blind spot on the map to put it dramatically. The world could be completely divided by war, nuclear bombs may tear the earth apart, and the Swiss would still not so much as blink and sit it out in a bunker. Quite frankly, I would feel very uncomfortable and unsafe living in a country where everybody owns weapons. Obviously, the availability of weapons is not the cause of extreme violence. But it is a condition for it. I don't understand what is so hard to get about this logic: make it harder to obtain a gun and you will have less accidents. Of course there will always be people who do get their hands on the weapons and of course you need to take actions against the root of the violence as well. But removing a condition for it, is a first and -in comparison with getting to the core of the problem- a quite uncomplicated step in lowering the violence. I don't get this distorted logic about (lack of) freedom when it comes to owning weapons. Having a gun, doesn't make you free. Not being able to buy a gun as you would buy vegetables is not the same as lack of freedom.

At that age, just the thought of kissing a boy made me squimish. I was still very much in the "boys, ewwwww" phase... This reminds me of something that happened in the smallish city where I live. A young couple had sex in the city park on one of the first beautiful days in April or May. Not behind a bush or in a secluded area, but in the middle of the people filled/crowded lawn. Some people actually went over and took pictures with their mobiles, which didn't stop them continuing their loveplay :?. Those pictures travelled the Internet the weeks after. Not one person in the city didn't get at least one e-mail with the pics... kinda embarrassing, having a whole city abuzz with your deviant behaviour. Granted, they were sort of adults (17 or 18 is my guess) - but it's still pretty gross.

Mmkay, as long as you don't take after Rainier. I'd like to live to old age and preferably not die by tumbling down from a cliff.

Belgian. Yeah.

I sing out loud when I bike. I can laugh by myself on the streets... because of a memory that pops up or the like. People look at me like I'm crazy when I do that. I'm weird because my logic is very hard to follow... without wanting to, paradox is the basis of life/character.

It's always sad to see the Belgian team mutter the (yucky yucky) anthem. They have no clue how it goes. Then again, the Belgian soccer team is pathetic in the games as well, so yeah, I guess it figures. The Flemish anthem, on the other hand, resembles a war song. It cries of blood, battle, death, revenge and enemies ("He [the Flemish lion] covered in blood and gore, rips, detroys, crushes and triumphantly grins on the enemy's trembling body"). Very cool, in a very disturbed way.

I read one of his articles for a few courses at uni, intercultural comparatism and the semiotics of culture. Very interesting, but my god, I don't think my brains ever hurt as much as they did after reading most of the literature we had to read. Baudrillard was one of the more understandable folks. I really liked that article, thank you for reminding me of it! I think I'm going to dig up my course notes and literature list some time soon...

Ack. They'll have to reconsider once they scare some old people into a heart attack and instant death. I mean, my granny -God rest her soul- would have gone completely berserk if a voice from the heavens barked at her to pick up her litter. The technology may be there, but I don't think most people are ready for it/can understand it, even apart from the very icky icky invasion of private lives. I can see it for me, teenage couples trying to get a snog in a dark corner of a semi-public place because their parents shouldn't know and then having someone have a go at them for loitering... "Mum, is that you?" - "Just you wait till you get home, young lady!"

Ganesja. The Elephant God. That's godly. What do I win?

Don't forget, the Queen didn't have it easy. She took the crown at an incredibly young age and quite against the expectations. Originally, she was only third in line. The task was thrown upon her in her early twenties and yes, I do believe she had a difficult life, maintaining her position and guiding the old-fashioned monarchy through the many changes in the 20th century. You may not like the concept of a monarchy, but I don't see how anyone could not respect such a woman.

We now have a celebrity look-a-like thread to solve the picture problem :D. It's true, if some weirdo wishes to, he could collect lots of personal info on the basis of this board. Lots of blackmail material. Hmm. Not to give anyone ideas...

Whoa Grace Kelly... Funny, I've had many friends tell me I look like her, but never saw the likeness myself...

Ahhh the Monarchy. A fiercely ongoing discussion in my country, Belgium. The country is so divided as it is, and the Monarchy is often seen as the glue that sticks the two parts (Flanders and Wallonia) together. But the Flemish separatists (not all Flemish people!!) want to abolish the monarchy, the Walloons are more inclined to keep it. It's a very complicated situation here, very interesting though. We had quite a bit of drama in the monarchy. Leopold II and his reign in congo, Leopold III who was discredited after the second World War, Albert I who was a valiant warrior in WW I, Boudewijn who had a "special" bond with his stepmother... Passion, murder, drama! It's all there! I myself don't wish the monarchy gone, but I'm not exactly captivated by their (current) lives either.

Judging from the conversations in those pics, all this talk of "the community was so much better in those days" is exactly what I thought it was. Nonsense :D

Moving away from the off-topicness. Seriously. I confess I'm guilty of the sin of pride. I'm too stuck up to confess to 'him' that I might love him. Not out of fear, or shyness or something like that. Simply because I'm arrogant enough to feel that he doesn't deserve it. And I don't want him to feel good about having got to me. Pretty childish for a grown-up woman :oops:

Not even taking into account that I couldn't live without other people around me, I'd die pretty quickly simply because I'm not self-sufficient. I don't know how to grow food, I can't slaughter pigs, I don't know how to live without electricity... I mean, the first few days I guess there'd still be stuff in the shops, but it would run out... No people to maintain the world we constructed to live in = dead Sumpta.

I'm definitely not saying you are messing about at all. If you know your stuff, it's fine. But I see loads of people at the gym who don't and risk their own health, while thinking they're training so well. I'm just pointing out to the original poster that it might be a better idea to get professional help. (Boy, does that sound strange or what.) Also, what kind of gyms do you guys visit? The gym where I go has very nice people with a relevant degree. They help me get the most out of my training, without injuries...

You have got to love Jagex' sense of humour. I really, really, really like some of these ideas. They should implement some of them!

I once dreamt I was a man. Which is kind of weird. I'm a girl. Things got really strange when I passionately kissed an unknown girl in my dream, with whom I was -supposedly- very much in love. As a man in the dream, I experienced certain physical reactions which are kinda hard to imagine for any female... especially because I was completely and totally inexperienced at the time. An innocent, I had never even kissed before... At the time I (the female, waking me) was head over heels in love with a guy who soon afterwards became my (very first) boyfriend for several years. I'll never forget that dream though, I felt weird for several days after :?

sum dont have any [bleep] cl00 what YOU want, and dont care if u tell them Oh please, and giving training advice to someone on a forum, without knowing anything about age, weight, condition,... is a good idea? Messing about on your own in a gym on a regular basis is generally a bad idea, unless you know your stuff. The regular citizen should have a trainer give them advice about a training program, not just adjusted to your needs and desires, but mostly adjusted to your abilities. If said trainer doesn't take it seriously, he's doing a bad job and you should change trainer/gym.

"Have a ball at my funeral. Drink, sing and be merry in my honour." Seriously, I'd rather have people reminiscence and talk to each other about what made me me, about the good times and the bad and all other kinds of things. And this at a good table, with great food and drinks.

Have the trainers assist you.