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03 jul 04 "Which generally arouses a stronger emotional response in a person food or masterbation?" maybe this person intentionally misspelled "masturbation", so that i wouldn't know it was Him. i feel this need to pick on people when they make major gramatical or speling misteaks in their questons. this is becuse i'm an asshole. no, actualy, it's just that doing so gets me in an anylitical, writting mood, and that's the very first thing about the question i notise. so, it's a good start to the elaberashin ewe sikh. ok, that was really dumb and hackneyed. forgive me. i took this test at okcupid...here, i'll get it for you. anyway, i took this test (a spelling test), and i came out a "spelling nazi". i was very proud of myself. ok, i'm avoiding the question, because it's difficult. it's difficult because i could answer subjectively, or do some (or fake some) analysis of endorphin release, etc. i guess i'll research it a little bit, and then if i can't find anything, i'll just talk aimlessly about eating and masturbation. ok, food consumption affects serotonin, dopamine, and endorphin production. suffice to say, it alters your mood. white rice, pasta, potatoes, etc -- bad foods, these days, according to the 'lo-carb lifestyle' -- especially alter serotonin, which everyone recognizes as a mood-elevator, because everyone is familiar with prozac and what it is -- a Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI). i don't know why "selective". you suck. however, i think sex has a more profound emotional effect on someone than does food, just because of my observation of the cultural lore behind it -- the "afterglow" effect is a literary cliche, while very little (if any) attention is paid to the "afterglow" that follows eating a bag of doritos, although certainly some of us wouldn't discount it. i'm sure it varies from person to person, dependent on psychodynamic rather than chemical factors -- for instance, someone may be addicted to food. but remember: sex is what we do. it stands to reason that it would make us happy, so as to encourage us to pop out more babies. masturbation is a different beast than sex, but maybe the afterglow remains. i dunno. you know how in movies when someone walks into work smiling and whistling, and everyone whispesr "she must have gotten laid last night"? and everyone goes "harhar!" because sex jokes are always, always funny, no matter how many friggin times we hear them, over and over, in sitcoms like "friends". someone says "teeheehee sex!" and the laugh track rolls out over the scene, telling us that variations on "Humans Reproduce!" are funny. i can't stand anymore sex or excretion jokes. if i hear another one, i am going to explode the universe. cop-out answer: it varies from person to person, but i'd say on the whole: masturbation. there, happy? you may return to your embroidery. no one is asking me questions anymore. my goal is for this to become ~*big time*~, but it won't. the one or two questions or so i'll get a week will have to suffice for my writing fix. but, i don't care. i also don't care that it's the same two people submitting all of the questions. well, maybe up to five. i dunno. maybe when i said that i might be able to tell, or get a very good idea, of who you are, i scared everyone away. ok, the truth is, i'm never 100% sure, and in all but one or two cases, i'm not sure at all. ie, i don't know. for one thing, the geolocation gets more cities wrong than i'd previously thought. i can match up the time on an email to around the same time someone is looking at a particular question, but that doesn't necessarily tell me anything either, because lots of people visit at the same time. you'd think it would suffice to look at /form.pl being accessed coinciding with email submission, but for some reason the logs screw this up. so, i'm basically in the dark, except that i'm coming to your house with a balpeen hammer. god, i don't care. i'm just really tired, because i got something like 4 hours of sleep last night. some neurological spasm jolted me awake at 7am. and today, i agreed to help some guy at work pick up his TV from wal mart and drag it over to his house. i suppose, then, i'll be dragging him back to his other house. see, he's in the process of moving. i'm partially doing it because i have no viable friends in the area, and it's nice to have some company outside of a work environment. but mainly i'm just an awesome person. does anyone remember that punching bag full of sand that busted all over my basement floor? well, i cleaned up the sand. i took a big outdoor trash bin, and filled it with two 200lb loads of sand. then, i dragged these across the floor, up eight stairs, and out the front door. then, i dumped it into my basement window well. no one will ever know, especially if it eventually gets spread out and covered with something like mulch. mwaha. mulch is great. i did this because i bought a new, ready-made punching bag. this one is covered in that sports equipment rubber-plastic substance, and is made by "everlast". it's nice and long, so that i may do various horrible things to it with the knees and feet. it's fun, and a good workout if i keep at it. work is starting to go ok -- pizza driving only gets so difficult, and then it sort of coasts along, and the job becomes very unstressful. but at fist -- oh, man. fir the first two months, i can't think of a more stressful job. but it's relaxing now, i suppose, except that now that i know my way around, i've gone from nervous breakdowns to complaining about not getting tipped enough. anyway, i've prepared this enormous treatise on pizza driving that i'll post somewhere, eventually, once i get it solidified from the notes i took. here is an interesting website, except i disagree with a lot of it, and have some things to say that aren't touched on there. i've been sweating more or less continuously for the past three or four days. little beads form on my forehead. it's sort of fun, actually, once you get used to it, and if you take frequent showers. also, i bought two new t-shirts at penny's: a 'washington wizards' shirt and a 'washington nationals' shirt. i've never owned a cool sports-team shirt before; everyone wore them in high school, and flaunted their superior coolness over me. but now, i, too, am cool. see? this is the horror that ensues when i don't really feel like answering a question. be warned. |
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