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Post by The_L on Feb 3, 2012 21:45:11 GMT -5
Um...no. It's their private forum, they can keep it private if they want.
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Post by The_L on Jan 27, 2012 16:30:55 GMT -5
Ha ha.
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Post by The_L on Jan 2, 2012 9:01:14 GMT -5
My work here is done.
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Post by The_L on Jan 1, 2012 21:54:46 GMT -5
Congratulations, Joe!
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Post by The_L on Jan 1, 2012 21:28:18 GMT -5
Except for the belt part, this fits my mom to a tee. In the absence of proper discipline (which is always), she just resorts to screaming her head off about how lazy and stupid we are. Sounds a bit like my dad. Scream your head off, make abusive comments, make violent gestures, then waltz off and never apologize for your behavior. Sounds exactly like my dad.
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Post by The_L on Jan 1, 2012 20:42:21 GMT -5
More like great truth from granny. :3
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Post by The_L on Dec 30, 2011 10:53:07 GMT -5
OK, let's lighten things up, shall we? Pokemon!
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Post by The_L on Dec 30, 2011 10:47:50 GMT -5
My mom's maiden name was Moore, implying some African or Arab in the bloodline from waaaaay back. She is known to have English and French blood, and possibly some Native American for all we know. Dad is Italian. I am a white mutt and proud of it.
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Post by The_L on Dec 30, 2011 10:38:40 GMT -5
I've yet to pirate a video game (or a TV show) unless there's absolutely no other possible way of getting ahold of it. A lot of Japanese anime, for example, with uncut episodes and no crappy dubbing (I can live with subtitles, yes, and prefer to watch it as such, actually) to get in the way and make my ears bleed. That's all I'm going to say before this probably devolves into another pro/anti-piracy thread. This. There is no legitimate reason to pirate something you can legally get hold of in your home country. However, if there is no legal way to get something where you live, piracy becomes the only option. (It's also why the whole Ponyarchive issue in the My Little Pony fandom pisses me off.)
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Post by The_L on Dec 30, 2011 10:23:39 GMT -5
I got spankings, too. And not always with a bare hand on a clothed body part. Did I survive? Yes, in case you couldn't tell, I did survive it. I am not in any way permanently physically damaged by the comparatively downright mild abuse I suffered at the hands of my parents as a child. But just because something doesn't scar doesn't mean it won't cause resonating damage for a lifetime. I fear my parents, and I honestly truly do not love them in the slightest. I fear strangers who raise their voices or their hands, even though I know realistically that I'm not likely to get my ass kicked by anyone else ever again. (I mean, unless I encounter skinheads or something.) I can't control my fear of people who look like they might at some point in the future consider POTENTIALLY getting physical with me. No one reacts that way who isn't legitimately afraid. And after all this, I did not become a respectful, law-abiding adult. I became an adult with depression and a drug problem who can't maintain even the most casual of relationships with other people. I also learned quite young how to be a very good liar and extremely--almost IMPRESSIVELY--sneaky. I didn't learn how to behave myself; I just learned how not to get caught. These are not admirable traits. This, minus the drug problem. I have a weird love-fear-hate relationship with my dad, and it hasn't gotten much better with distance. I feel horribly guilty about it, too, which is probably mild Stockholm Syndrome or something. My mom rarely spanked me, though, and was generally reasonable about most things (I cannot think of a single lecture or punishment from my mother when I was a kid that I did not fully deserve), so I don't have conflicted feelings toward her. She's also the one who tended to calm Dad back down after he lost his temper. My parents would take my game consoles away and put it in a box I couldn't use until a few days later. My mom did that to my brother, but it isn't so good of a punishment when the sibling uses something as much as the person who's being punished. I remember when I was in college and my bro was still in high school, and he got his Gamecube taken away, I waited until everyone else was gone, got it out, played for an hour, put it back in my parents' closet, and went to class. I committed this act of passive-aggressive "rebellion" because I thought it was unfair for them to take away the ONE thing that both of us enjoyed equally, instead of his boombox or something else he liked.
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Post by The_L on Dec 30, 2011 10:15:21 GMT -5
The ones that came with my iPhone. That said, these are hardly the first to do that. It seems with every fucking brand, it's only a matter of time before one speaker shits itself. Also, mozzies. I hate the little bloodsucking cuntbags. I've had good luck with Philips.
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Post by The_L on Dec 29, 2011 15:28:23 GMT -5
I've never encountered any Christian Identity folks, so I'd say it can't be all THAT big.
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Post by The_L on Dec 29, 2011 15:27:00 GMT -5
This is why free child-psychology and discipline classes should be offered for all parents. Many of the people who chose this book would just as easily choose the free classes. I'm sure some people picked up this book because it advocated child abuse, but I am also sure that just as many people were simply looking for legitimate parenting help, since most books are purchased based on the cover alone, and the Pearls' book has a serenely deceptive cover (because that child doesn't have a black eye and a bloodied nose). Frankly, though, the title alone would disgust me enough to stay away from the book: To Train up a Child? Really?? Hell, I just realized that I don't remember ever saying that I "trained" my pets; I would probably say that I "taught" them or something. I think it came from the KJV verse "Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he grows, he will not depart from it." That doesn't stop it from sounding really creepy, though.
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Post by The_L on Dec 29, 2011 15:23:36 GMT -5
For me, the teen years are a mixed bag. Some teens are pretty cool and intelligent, but some are so commercial-happy they get really stupid at that age. I'm not picking on you or anything, it just happens to be that this is something I hear a lot about teenagers. That they're commercial-happy, or shallow, or self-centred, or gossipy. But honestly, I think that's a bit of an unfair point to make. You will find gossips, commercial-happy, and shallow people in every age demographic from fetus to dead. It's entirely possible there ARE more of them in young adult groups, but it's also possible that people hone in on it just because teenagers aren't a group that's generally well-liked anyway. It's also possible that there only SEEM to be more of them because they're LOUDER about it. If there's one thing kids aren't good at, it's volume control. Also: Felicity was my homegirl. Wordeth. I still have a pre-Mattel Felicity in my parent's house, the one with the bright red hair instead of the auburn hair. Remember, I said "some." And yeah, teens have the unfortunate tendency to be louder about things than any other age group over 5. It can be damn annoying until they learn to calm down a bit--but mostly if you're not into the same things they are. And yeah, my Felicity turns 20 next year. *fistbumps the fellow Felicity fan* I'm gonna see if I can wash the red dye back out of her Meet dress; if not, I've found copies of the out-of-print pattern book Pleasant Company used to sell, so I can make her a new period dress. :3
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Post by The_L on Dec 29, 2011 14:57:14 GMT -5
LOL Brilliant, Armand!
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