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Lately I've been watching some old games I used to play on YouTube (Starcraft 2 predominantly).
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Part 2/2 |
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I put teh complete HTML version online |
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Using dating@heyuri of course |
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>>6516 |
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daydreaming!!!! i always daydream when im bored !! (≧∇≦) |
Having spent a collective 2 decades on the internet, I have naturally saved loads of stuff over the years. Pictures, graphics, movies, random shit ive saved from imageboards, groupchats, irc logs, lists of addresses, old passwords, everything. One of my lifelong fears was losing all this one day, so I was always very militaristic about backups and data-safekeeping.
Today, I decided to do away with all of it. None of it matters, really. 99% of I never, ever look at. Digital hoarding is pointless, and really just is a psychological anchor to your computer. I deleted almost everything except a few sentimental things that I actually do like to look at over the years, and downsized my harddrive from my old 4TB, to a 1tb, which is enough for everything I have plus a few games (and I still have 640gb left over).
I also started nofap a month or so ago, so deleting all the random pr0n (or at least, triggers) that was scattered across my computer has probably saved me at some point.
Getting rid of all this.. e-junk, really changed how I view my computer and the time i spend on it. Did I mention bookmarks? I used to have a huge bookmarks tab where I kept easy access to all the sites I use (including heyuri!). I deleted that too. If I need to go somewhere, I ought to have the will to type it in.
TL;DR: Over the years, you save an enourmous amount of junk that just weighs you down, whether you realize it or not. I think getting rid of it has helped me alot.
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>>6473 |
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My primary computer, which is a laptop, only has 118 GB of storage. That really helps me to keep only the random crap that I truly treasure. The downside to that is every time I want to play a large game from Steam for example, I have to delete stuff or offload a bunch of my crap to a USB or other computer, so now that I think about it I still do have a hoarding problem, it's just all strewn across multiple computers and drives (-＿-) |
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I'm a vintage software hoarder. Old programs, operating systems, kernels, word processors, languages, documentation, games, random crap on old floppy disks, BIOS files, scanned copies of punch cards etc. I save it all. I have 16 TBs of storage so far and I soon will add more. |
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>>6498 |
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God bless the Internet |
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>>6478 |
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Of course not, stop listening to conspirators. |
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they exist when the government launders some tax money. |
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if you consider demons and angels aliens yeah |
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Demon here, I can confirm that people often mistake me for an alien. |
It's weird how some forms of humor involve humiliating others.
The ambiguity between good humor and bad humor confuses me.
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>The ambiguity between good humor and bad humor confuses me. |
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>>6480 |
I'm reading this book called 'What Women Want' by Daniel Bergner, basically a review of women's sexuality, with word from sexologists and sexual anecdotes from various women. In it there's a chapter which seeks to explain why women tend to show a certain appreciation for other women, in a way that men don't with other men:
Meana was a psychology professor at the University of Nevada at Las Vegas,and just before I flew out to meet her, she said that we should start by going together to a Cirque du Soleil show at one of the casinos. So, soon after my plane landed, we sat in a darkened U-shaped theater and began our conversation while a pair of topless, dark-haired women in G-strings dove backward into a giant water-filled champagne glass on stage. The women plunged in from opposite sides of the pool, swam toward each other, and entangled with each other, eel-like. They slid up the walls, arching their spines and dragging their
breasts along the glass."
Next, a wispy blonde came skipping like a schoolgirl out on stage. Wearing a tiny pleated skirt, she swirled her hips and kept a set of hula hoops spinning around her waist. Suddenly a cable snatched her up above the audience, hoisting her high. It was her act’s climactic moment, a symbolic ravishing. The nymphet opened her legs wide above our eyes, splitting them wider than seemed humanly possible; the splitting was almost violent.
Then a sinewy black woman wearing only beads thrust and pumped her gleaming body to a tribal beat. The soft-porn performances followed each other in fast succession, the stage dominated by arresting women.
The audience was divided equally between the sexes."
Finally the platinum-wigged MC cried out,
“Where’s the beef?” and a long-haired man in a cowboy’s vest and chaps
climbed through a trap door. He strutted and swiveled and bared his abdominal ladder of muscle. He shed the chaps, kept only his groin covered, and stood in his cowboy boots, flexing his ass. Yet even as male nudity had its minutes, a dozen female bodies surrounded him.
In her early fifties, Meana, wearing a shirtdress and tights that evening and wearing her bronze-colored hair in bangs, didn’t doubt the usual explanations for the fact that women far outnumbered men among the performers, though she didn’t believe they were terribly illuminating. Those explanations went like this:The men in the audience would have been made too uneasy by more male nudity on stage. For them—for the heterosexuals among them, anyway—the cowboy needed to be obscured by breasts. And for the women in the crowd, the female nakedness fed an addiction—judging their own looks against iconic beauty. So the ticket buyers were gratified, given a live version of what they were used to from a million images on billboards, in magazines, on television: for the men, an opportunity to lust; for the women, a chance to compare."
Meana saw more in the imbalance on stage. She began simply, with
something that fit with what Chivers had found through her plethysmograph (female arousal monitors), as the flaccid Adonis tossed stones on the beach. “The female body looks the same whether aroused or not. The male without an erection,” Meana said, “is announcing a lack of arousal. The female body always holds the promise, the suggestion, of sex.” The suggestion sent a charge through both genders."
And then, the imbalance served women in a further way, an essential way—a way that formed the crux of Meana’s thinking. To be desired was at the heart of women’s desiring. Narcissism, she stressed—and she used the word not in damning judgment but in plain description—was at the core of women’s sexual psyches. The females in the audience gazed, erotically excited, at the women on stage, imagining that their own bodies were as searingly wanted as those in front of them"
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i too lazy to read all of that, but here is a simple answer: |
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>>6436 |
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My wife is not lesbian tho |
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>>6441 |
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>>6497 |
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Gamers～nyo! |
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>>6465 |
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Heyuri Incorporated |
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Butthole |
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Nihon Break Kokyo Corporation! |
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I browse Heyuri! ヽ(´∇`)ノ |
While I first planned to maek a book thread...
I decided to change teh topic to solitude.
Stranger in teh woods by Michael Finkel
It's been awhile since I read it - but it's a book that is rather fascinating. How a man decide to just leave everything behind and simply venture out to teh woods. With out any real reason or preparation. He stayed there for 27 years before teh police caught him. During these years he lived mostly on food he got from breaking in to others summer camps that was "close enough" to him. No one manage to find him or take notice of his camp.
It is based on a real life story. He since then told some of his story and how he sort of lost sense of ones thoughts. To just live in the moment unconsciously. I think this sounds freeing. Some would might call - crazy. I am half crazy so I don't mind! My current life exist at this glowing box. I am very fond of it. I love it. But... everything is an escape. So was his experience into teh woods.
Books as this make me realize that we are always sort of alone with our own experience with life. We can share thoughts with others by talking or writing - but we can never experience what someone else experience. I love my solitude more than anything else. Only alone I feel at ease and see my thoughts clearly. I am kind of jealous of people who dares to just leave all behind.
In a way - hikikomori are in some regards - already living away from society. While teh difference being that they often are connected to the outside world thought teh wired or by family members. I used to be a home security guard so i've my own understanding of this. There is no real struggle besides having family members pushing on their feelings onto me. While my shift only lasted for 2years~. I could imagine longer shift means teh struggle to change gear gets harder for each passing day. While in teh woods - there is non to affect your state of mind. It's either struggle or die. I already struggle - but my struggle are mostly with other people.
Interview with author about "teh last hermit".
https://youtu.be/Bk9w7bc00Uk
Has anyone else dreams such as this?
Has anyone else deep desire of solitude?
well then,
I will add this.
What do you like about imageboards?
For me it's like having friends without having to deal with having friends.
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>Has anyone else deep desire of solitude? |
Not vouching for the video, just sharing.
https://www.vidlii.com/watch?v=C2gseeAmrCN
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>>6406 |
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Forgot to tell here, but this video since has been featured on the front page of VidLii ヽ(´ー｀)ノ |
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>>6454 |
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Hello from a vidlii user. I hope everyone on Heyuri is having a good time! ヽ(´ー｀)ノ |
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Welcome 2 Heyuri, the greatest web sight on internets ヽ(´ー｀)ノ |
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I noticed that site discussion threads rarely ever get posted to Site Discussion |
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It most likely has with shitparty closed down... |
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my suspicion is that a dumb ESL hikki NEET has migrated to Heyuri recently and has just been posting a lot to alleviate his loneliness (no offense meant to our native ESL hikki NEETs, I still love you guys). |
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Yeah, there's been a wave of posts that technically don't break the rule 8, but have a feel of nu4chan and Web 2.0 |
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Use the correct board! |
would adding wwww to a post be bad?
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I think it would just look a little weird if the rest of your post is in English, but it wouldn't be "bad" |
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>would adding wwww to a post be bad? |
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>>64815 |
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File: www.jpg (49 KB, 599x600)
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww |
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i can |
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Yes, 4 I am t3h l33t h4x0r, ph33r m3!!1 |
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>>6420 |
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1 ' /\/\ 1 /\/ [ |2 3 4 5 1 /\/ 6 /\/\ j 1 3 3 7 |_ 3 \/ 3 |_ |
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>>6423 |
名る宗民は来休がトこ約制レウロヱ禁晃マレロ能長くまぐ労載査難豊粘けだえ謙越っげ的補べーゃの塩空とッぐ専決りリづ別性イラれ埼制ぞりと特意枠ろ。発章どクん厚開れたッル神齢わの尼郵ワミフヘ保掲つ怠辞フト井2情ケサ誰成エア士原エワネ取知タ公日ヘルイカ載無サ協政モ視引き芸割ツカ経4習到失降敷もイすこ。
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整す速記ス会提ーふあッ室一コツ控比ヲヤ病氷れぞフ勧木さッラ道高戦ユ文院リヒネ法返ソワム日能やほ番明ヱウシ先額犯ッぞ。目ちばごん予摘ぐリづあ罪海見うろ価76氷シレフウ創裏10勤ち間奈写レ州張リき小読アス金鳥買非リをにみ。間ゆ半止へもラい抜定ね設不カ簿者さ下日題製ナ野明ル面13将ウ州今せ議料防債めづやな。
大ア村及ヲツヨウ法祉わるにん子験レヲカヘ辺変討み岐6著スムヱイ細長ロワ面立ル必電スコ級高けずふ足歳かよ原8振火違ようわさ。器ほにげ試支に東問カサハ合数岡3課ば新提ハコトセ解江ヨ情悩ご録量月トふイね天量ま面全農閣お。応国ー録供わ宮抗ん条働テヲレネ中成めゆほひ若経ラスカサ廟脱ひイ批居ヌスクハ更駿柄捕れべほせ建亀欄をあーそ。
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読まない。これを絶対読まない |
How much would you pay to access to a premium anonymous forum?
This forum would have
- A required reading list for all newcomers
- No low effort posting
- At least one new thread a day commenting
Would it be successful?
I think a lot of people crave high quality discourse, but don't know where to find it.
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Nothing, cuz I don't want my payment/IRL details anywhere near the kinds of topics typically discussed on anonymous forums, nor the kinds of people who typically operate them (;^Д^) |
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You couldn't guarantee any one of those things |
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>>6378 |
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Okay, all good points taken. |
I know some of you guys are old around here so I think this is a reasonable question. I wasn't around back then but I encountered this passage in a book I'm reading that made me LOL:
"I was around fourteen or fifteen-- so this was around 1993 or 1994-- and I was on the top deck of the 340 bus in London, coming home from school. A man in a suit was talking loudly into an object that in my memory is the size of a small cow. He seemed to be enjoying us looking, and he talked louder.
This continued for some time, until another passenger said to him:
'Mate?'
'Yes?'
'You're a wanker.'
And the people on the bus broke the first rule of public transport in London. We looked at each other, and we smiled. These small rebellions were happening all over London, I recall, at the birth of mobile phones. We saw them as an absurd invasion."
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My dad once threw a toy railway piece that was made of wood. I talked to loud as kid in teh 90s while he was on his phone. He hit me right in my forehead and still have a scar from it. I bet I wasn't very quiet after that headshot lolz. |
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>Damn that shit was so fucking bad, but... IT WAS A PHONE, WITH A FUCKING CAMERA!! So cool! |
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The first one I can remember are the old Motorola Razrs or however they called them. I always thought they looked really sleek. I was sad when that kind of design started to fade away as I got older. |
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I'm not old at all, but I did see mobile phones when I was a kid, like nokias and samsungs. Computers were what captured my interest at the time, since phones wouldn't do half the things they did. Later I did get a phone, but it was a burner flip-phone. It had a shitty battery life, but it did the job. Mind you, this was between 2013 or 2014, when most kids already had a smartphone by now, so I was pretty envious of them. |
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