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VAITOMANOCU

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  1. hmm, so it's kinda like you have a back-up...you could ditch one a pursue the other i suppose, or vice versa, to avoid the shit you will be knee deep in as time goes by. or you could play on a be a soldier, and keep a back-up, just be real slick about it...i wish i could help man. i'm sure some other player will come along and give some good advice. good luck.
  2. better not walk or run anywhere either, you might trip and fall and hit your temple on something pointy and die.
  3. it's sad really. the same goes for chicken... as an alternative, don't sleep on trader joe's alaskan cod.
  4. i went for a ride in a cooper mini last night with a friend, who was borrowing it from another friends mom...everywhere we drove people would just stare at us, some of them being girls. so if i had one of those, it would be my mega prop. oh yeah, please post some pictures man, what a tease.
  5. I'm not a vegetarian or vegan or nothing, but this article has most definitely made me think twice about where certain foods come from... Cattle Futures? By MICHAEL POLLAN It's hard to say whether an American hamburger was appreciably less safe to eat the day after a Holstein cow tested positive for bovine spongiform encephalopathy in Washington State last month than it was the day before, but it had sure gotten less appetizing. The news cracked open a door on the industrial kitchen where America's meat is prepared, and what we glimpsed on the other side was enough to send even the heartiest diner to the vegetarian entree or the fish special. We learned, for example, that the beef we have been eating (until the U.S.D.A.'s sudden change of heart about the practice) might consist in whole or part of meat from a ''downer cow,'' an animal so sick and hobbled that it must be dragged to the slaughterhouse with chains or pushed by a front-end loader. Then, before finding its way into a frankfurter, the carcass of that animal is often subjected to an ''Advanced Meat Recovery System'' that is so efficient at stripping flesh from spinal cord that the chances are good (35 percent, in one study) that the resultant frankfurter contains ''central nervous system tissue'' -- precisely the tissue most likely to contain the infectious prions thought to communicate B.S.E. So: We have been eating downers and really picking their bones clean. And what did these animals eat in turn? Many of us were surprised to learn that despite the F.D.A.'s 1997 ban on feeding cattle cattle meat and bone meal, feedlots continue to rear these herbivores as cannibals. When young, they routinely receive ''milk replacer'' made from bovine blood; later, their daily ration is apt to contain rendered cattle fat as well as feed made from ground-up pigs and chickens -- pigs and chickens that may themselves have grown up on a diet of ground-up cows. But the grossest feedlot dish we read about in our newspapers over breakfast has to be ''chicken litter,'' the nasty stuff shoveled out of chicken houses -- bedding, feathers and overlooked chicken feed. Since this chicken feed may contain the same bovine meat and bone meal that F.D.A. rules prohibit in cattle feed, those rules are, in effect, all but guaranteed to break themselves. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention one of the ingredients in chicken litter: chicken feces, which the U.S. cattle industry regards as a source of protein. Whatever else it is -- nutritious, economical, the polar opposite of wasteful -- you can't help feeling that the convoluted new food chain that industrial agriculture has devised for the animals we eat (and thus for us) is, to be unscientific for a moment, disgusting. I know, I'm offering an aesthetic judgment of a system designed not for beauty but for efficiency. Protein is protein, goes the logic of this system, whether you find it in an animal muscle, a soybean or a chicken dropping: this reductionism is the world-beating formula that drives industrial agriculture, and it works, up to a point. By feeding the absolute cheapest forms of energy and protein to animals it treats as machines, the industrial food chain has succeeded in making the protein we eat unimaginably cheap. Just look at what you can get for a buck or two at Wal-Mart or McDonald's. But there is a problem. By the reductive logic that rules our food system, cannibalism should be as legitimate a way of eating as any other: it's all just protein, right? Yet the great unlearned lesson of B.S.E. and other similar brain-wasting diseases is that, at the level of species or ecosystems, it isn't quite true that protein is protein. Eating the protein of your own species, for example, carries special risks. The Fore of New Guinea were nearly wiped out by kuru, which bears a striking resemblance to B.S.E.; they spread it among themselves by ritually eating the brains of their dead kin. Biologists think that evolution probably selected against cannibalism as a way to avoid such infections (among other things). Many animals' instinctive aversion to their own feces and to the carcasses of their species may represent similar strategies to avoid infectious microbes and parasites. Through natural selection, animals have developed what amount to a set of hygiene rules that function much like taboos. One of the most off-putting things about factory farms is how cavalierly they flout these evolutionary rules, forcing animals to overcome deeply ingrained aversions. For their instincts we substitute antibiotics. Life as a human omnivore is more complicated and risky. When you can eat almost anything, how do you avoid the dangers nature presents, the plant toxins and parasites and lethal microbes? We have culture to guide us (traditions, science, Jane Brody), but surely even we can still hear older voices, aversions (to rot) and attractions (to sweetness) that still speak when we encounter a plate of food. In matters as fundamental to our animal lives as choosing what to eat, perhaps our aesthetic sense of things is not just aesthetic but is informed by something deeper, something we would do well to heed. For tens of thousands of years, we have been eating the flesh of ruminants that live on grass. The rightness of that picture -- a bovine grazing on grassland -- goes way back, maybe all the way to the savanna. And while that picture has recently been eclipsed by nauseating images of modern meat production, the grass-fed ruminant and the vegetarian herbivore are not extinct yet. For several years now, an alternative, postindustrial food chain has been taking shape, its growth fueled by one ''food scare'' after another: Alar, G.M.O.'s, rBGH, E. coli 0157:H7; now B.S.E. Whatever science told us about the risks of these novel industrial entrees and sides, something else told us we might want to order something more appetizing: organic, hormone-free, grass-finished. It might cost more, but it's possible again to eat meat from a short, legible food chain consisting of little more than sunlight, grass and ruminants. Back to the future: a 21st-century savanna. If, as seems probable, this landscape should now expand at the expense of the feedlot, then something good -- even beautiful -- will have come of this poor mad cow.
  6. http://www.sammydog.com/images/toaster.jpg'> don't forget about the toaster, for toasted bagels and cream cheese...or blueberry waffles, etc etc...
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  8. Like in Blazing Saddles, when that big guy punches a horse right in the face and it hits the ground real hard?
  9. they stink. there's no grass so they start eating your jackets. they fart a lot, and it's really loud and stinky. i wish they would go back to the farm where they can fart and stink amongst themselves. http://www.youth.co.za/theedge/images/sacred-cows.jpg'>
  10. this guy wants to become a monk, so he goes to the mountains and joins the monks. he can only say 2 words a year, aside from all the prayers and what nots he has to recite. after the first year the higher monks ask to hear his two words, to which he replies: "Bed...hard." After the second year he goes to the higher monks and says: "Food...Bad." Another year goes by and he says to the higher monks: "I quit!", and the higher monks are like, "well no shit, you've been doing nothing but complaining since you got here."
  11. That's even better. How about if you filled the sock with batteries or quarters, and knocked the dog out...wait, that would defeat the purpose. Unless he dreamt that someone was farting into his face, when someone infact did, so that the stinkyness became part of the dream.
  12. Yeah that sounds good, I could really use getting back into shape. Especially now because if I put it off for another year or two some bad shit might start to happen. The problem is, I'm already preparing for the art of living off rice cakes while scraping and hustling for rent every month, so I might have to put any martial arts off for the time being. I can always go back to playing soccer though, which I'm decent at, and which would get me back in shape just as well.
  13. I was seeing this girl last winter who was into aikido. I checked it out a couple times and was even considering joining it, but then I remembered I was way too busy with my own shit to commit to her or aikido.
  14. So something more like Hapkido? Or is it Aikido? Those are probably two different things with similar names, but both are more linear like karate.
  15. Kilo, how about tai Chi then? You move around a lot more with that, even it's in slow motion.
  16. Wait, that was the name of a song? vaitomanocu? I'm confused... On a side note, i should have named this thread "la planete sauvage" because it just sounds nicer.
  17. Maybe you could use the sock to blindfold the dog so he has no idea what's going on, and your plan can be carried out successfully.
  18. Wind off the Hudson is pretty damn cold though, in its own unique way.
  19. Delete this Would a mod please delete this? Thanks.. http://www.metroactive.com/papers/metro/12.10.98/gifs/fantasticplanet-9849.jpg'> Animated sci-fi cult favorite 'Fantastic Planet' returns By Richard von Busack BACK for a 25th-anniver sary revival, Fantastic Planet was the Gran Prix winner at Cannes in 1973. Based on a novel by the Czech fantasy writer Stefan Wul, the story has a Planet of the Apes scenario with some novel twists. The Draags, cold, emotionless and turquoise-skinned, are the lords of their planet. They stare out of lidless, blood-red eyes and have salamander frills for ears. The Draag children keep Oms (probably from the French hommes): human beings long ago exiled from Earth, who only stand as high as a Draag's finger. Oms are treated as both pets and pests. In the wild, Oms are considered vermin and are sometimes gassed. An Om named Terr is adopted as a baby by an adolescent Draag named Tiwa. Tiwa likes to dress up his little pet in Peter Max versions of Pierrot costumes, but Terr runs away and meets the feral Oms living in a nearby park. Tested by these barbarians, Terr becomes a leader. (The title refers to a moon of the Draags' world, where the Oms decide to go.) Director Rene Laloux collaborated with Czech animators, who drew on modes in Eastern Bloc pop art; the characters have the colorful, vivid style of figures on those beautiful Polish movie posters. The Draags' world is populated with toothy creatures that look like escapees from a Miro painting. The soundtrack is vintage psychedelic sludge cooked up by Alain Goraguer, featuring theremin, attenuated keyboards, marimbas and bird whistles. Fantastic Planet has a cruel streak, which recommends it. The wantoness of the young Draags playing with their human pets is chilling and gives the allegory some necessary bite. The story proceeds at a slow, mandarin pace, as befits a story of effete aliens, and I have no doubt its cult status has something to do with marijuana (stoned or straight, I wouldn't advise this for children under 12). The bland voices in the English version seem to be the work of the same people who dubbed Speed Racer, but a check of the credits comes up with some familiar names from TV: Barry Bostwick, Marvin (Adam-12) Miller and Janet Waldo--perhaps hired because of her voice talents on that other piece of cartoon futurism, The Jetsons. http://images.amazon.com/images/P/6305307156.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg'>
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