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A Town Called Malus wrote:
Tadashi wrote:
Ketara wrote:
Tadashi wrote:
Oh really? Then I suppose you can tell me why only victors decide who is just and unjust


What you're attempting there is a vague derivation on a quote by Napoleon Bonaparte, who is attributed as having said, '“History is written by the winners.”

You'll note Napoleon won most of his battles personally. He isn't generally regarded as particularly just today. See what I did there? I'm sure you can extrapolate the rest of the reasoning that must follow on from that.


Yes...but America is. Guess who's the dominant military power at the moment?


Considering that this thread is about someone suing the US prison system for slavery, I don't think the argument can be put forth that the US is considered just.

A lot of its policies during the 20th century were decidedly unjust and the fallout from those policies is still there in the populations who endured them.


True...but it is just in the US' eyes. And as long they hold the power, nothing in this world can change that.

I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Tadashi wrote:
Some things are better left forgotten...



wut?
Did this turn into a fiction thread on the Necrons whilst I wasn't looking?


Reality is harsh in the Third World...not that you would understand, having a relatively easy life in the First World.


Yeah sure. Because your perspective is that much greater than mine, right? You with your 40K and internet connection?

Curiously enough, I actually lived in Zimbabwe for several years. Saw some very nasty stuff, probably far worse than anything you've seen. So I'm afraid pulling that one on me doesn't work, and simply shows you to be desperate to try and claim some kind of higher ground, since you can't justify your terrible logic, empty philosophical posturing., and lack of respective knowledge on the field of history with words.

EDIT;-

Tadashi wrote:
True...but it is just in the US' eyes. And as long they hold the power, nothing in this world can change that.


Dear Lord. You're joking right? I'm actually starting to believe you have to be. No-one could be this serious about teenage philosophy.

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Ketara wrote:

Tadashi wrote:
True...but it is just in the US' eyes. And as long they hold the power, nothing in this world can change that.


Dear Lord. You're joking right? I'm actually starting to believe you have to be. No-one could be this serious about teenage philosophy.


You really think US policy will change because people are noisy? That the whole world condemns their actions?

I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Tadashi wrote:
Ketara wrote:

Tadashi wrote:
True...but it is just in the US' eyes. And as long they hold the power, nothing in this world can change that.


Dear Lord. You're joking right? I'm actually starting to believe you have to be. No-one could be this serious about teenage philosophy.


You really think US policy will change because people are noisy? That the whole world condemns their actions?


A. The whole world has never condemned anything collectively.

B. This has nothing to do with the nature of history, and is irrelevant, and

C. In a democracy, people can consider a Government policy unjust, ergo government policy does not decide justness.

Are we about done with this utterly, utterly ridiculous line of reasoning here? You've jumped about more than someone opposed to gay marriage looking for a reason, any reason, why you can pretend you're not just plain ignorant on the subject of history and its nature. Give it up already, and preserve what little dignity you have left.

I should probably be nicer than this, but people defending ignorance is the most absurd thing. It's not like it costs anyone anything to say, 'Fair enough, I don't really know much about it', and you have that much more respect for those that do.

Like I said Melissia might get a bit annoyed with me if I spoke to her like I am to you now (and rightly so, I'm being more than a bit condescending), but at least she'd go and pick up a book and learn something so she could argue with me properly.

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Sorry, to stubborn to give up.

History is simply the chronological arrangement of past events and the study of their effects on the present, nothing more and nothing less.

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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Call it quits and leave the past discussion to stand on its own merits then?

EDIT:- Oh God. You just edited in more bad reasoning. I'll copy pasta from before:-

History is a creation of historians, that we tend to hope has a basis in past affairs. History is a selective cherry picking of assumed facts under a suspect methodology based upon what the historian wants to look at and drive as their agenda.

It's still tremendously good fun to do though.

I wouldn't go so far as to say that we're fiction writers, but we're far from a science. Then again, if you pick up that book by Thomas Kuhn I keep recommending, you'll discover not even science is a science.



Other than that, I give up. Congratulations. Enjoy your state of blissful ignorance. No doubt it will serve you well in life, even if it means people stop wanting to talk things over with you.

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Ketara wrote:

Other than that, I give up. Congratulations. Enjoy your state of blissful ignorance. No doubt it will serve you well in life, even if it means people stop wanting to talk things over with you.


It'll certainly make life easier...I can do 'unethical' experiments without fear from my conscience, knowing such things had been done in the past, and accepted as necessary.

I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Montreal

You know, in the event you weren't just an angsty teen with to much 40k on his mind, it'd be fairly easy to track you down and report you to authorities, right?

I know this has been offered before as a remedy for your condition, but how about stopping this 40k spanking, go out to a bar and make out with one of those slutty philippino chicks that turns out to be a philippino dude? It'll do you wonders.

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Ketara wrote:
Tadashi wrote:
Oh really? Then I suppose you can tell me why only victors decide who is just and unjust


What you're attempting there is a vague derivation on a quote by Napoleon Bonaparte, who is attributed as having said, '“History is written by the winners.”

You'll note Napoleon won most of his battles personally. He isn't generally regarded as particularly just today. See what I did there? I'm sure you can extrapolate the rest of the reasoning that must follow on from that.

and why First World countries and multi-national companies can pillage Third World countries despite all the outcry without fear of true reprisal


Not sure what this has to do with anything, least of all History. Way to bring in pointless highly emotive stuff that completely reinforces what you're saying.

, or when scientific principles and technological innovations that are initially condemned at first use become accepted in time.


The first even vaguely related thing to anything I've ever said, and I get the feeling it was by accident. The answer to this though, is contained with the book I recommended before, Thomas Kuhn's 'Structure of Scientific Revolutions'. Seriously, read it. It's all about the changing of scientific paradigms, and was the first publication to come up with the concept.



If he is a beginner to historical writing then I would probably recommend the Ascent of Science by Brian Silver, I found it much easier to read for a layman while discussing similar concepts. Oh and also pick up What If edited by Robert Crwoley it has nothing to do with the subject at hand but its quite a brilliant collection of what if scenarios

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Tadashi wrote:
Meh...I'm a scientist...the past only means as much as its contributions/uses...if it has no use for me, then it should just be forgotten.

What sort of scientist are you?

Unnessesarily extravegant word of the week award goes to jcress410 for this:

jcress wrote:Seem super off topic to complain about epistemology on a thread about tactics.
 
   
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Testify wrote:
Tadashi wrote:
Meh...I'm a scientist...the past only means as much as its contributions/uses...if it has no use for me, then it should just be forgotten.

What sort of scientist are you?


A movie scientist
   
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Tadashi wrote:

The world is consequentalist...it doesn't matter whether what you do is right and wrong, if enough people (or the right ones) think you're right, then matter how much other people make noise, nothing will change. That's just how twisted the world is.


Irrelevant teenage bulltwaddle.


Reality is harsh in the Third World...not that you would understand, having a relatively easy life in the First World.


Where do you live?

And, if I may ask, how much does your family make in a year?
   
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Testify wrote:
Tadashi wrote:
Meh...I'm a scientist...the past only means as much as its contributions/uses...if it has no use for me, then it should just be forgotten.

What sort of scientist are you?


Third year material science and engineering.


LoneLictor wrote:
Tadashi wrote:

The world is consequentalist...it doesn't matter whether what you do is right and wrong, if enough people (or the right ones) think you're right, then matter how much other people make noise, nothing will change. That's just how twisted the world is.


Irrelevant teenage bulltwaddle.


Reality is harsh in the Third World...not that you would understand, having a relatively easy life in the First World.


Where do you live?

And, if I may ask, how much does your family make in a year?


I am not obliged to answer those questions. I live in the Philippines, and that's the last I will say on the matter.


Kovnik Obama wrote:

I know this has been offered before as a remedy for your condition, but how about stopping this 40k spanking, go out to a bar and make out with one of those slutty philippino chicks that turns out to be a philippino dude? It'll do you wonders.



Disgusting...keep that filth away from me.

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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Spitsbergen

Tadashi wrote:


Kovnik Obama wrote:

I know this has been offered before as a remedy for your condition, but how about stopping this 40k spanking, go out to a bar and make out with one of those slutty philippino chicks that turns out to be a philippino dude? It'll do you wonders.



Disgusting...keep that filth away from me.



Taddy, my man. . . you don't trust girls and you don't like dudes; you aren't leaving yourself with a whole lot of options!
   
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rubiksnoob wrote:
Tadashi wrote:


Kovnik Obama wrote:

I know this has been offered before as a remedy for your condition, but how about stopping this 40k spanking, go out to a bar and make out with one of those slutty philippino chicks that turns out to be a philippino dude? It'll do you wonders.



Disgusting...keep that filth away from me.



Taddy, my man. . . you don't trust girls and you don't like dudes; you aren't leaving yourself with a whole lot of options!


I've already resigned myself to a lonely future, unless a woman with the characteristics I'm looking for appears (which is impossible).

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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Spitsbergen

Tadashi wrote:
rubiksnoob wrote:
Tadashi wrote:


Kovnik Obama wrote:

I know this has been offered before as a remedy for your condition, but how about stopping this 40k spanking, go out to a bar and make out with one of those slutty philippino chicks that turns out to be a philippino dude? It'll do you wonders.



Disgusting...keep that filth away from me.



Taddy, my man. . . you don't trust girls and you don't like dudes; you aren't leaving yourself with a whole lot of options!


I've already resigned myself to a lonely future, unless a woman with the characteristics I'm looking for appears (which is impossible).




Yeah, that's not the best attitude to venture out into the world with. No one likes lonely. Especially if you're going to live forever.


And please don't make me break out the forever alone guy.

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rubiksnoob wrote:



Yeah, that's not the best attitude to venture out into the world with. No one likes lonely. Especially if you're going to live forever.


Meh...if you live forever, find someone who will remain loyal no matter what, or none at all. And I'd rather be lonely than broken-hearted.


And please don't make me break out the forever alone guy.


Who's that?

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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Welcome to the internet. I refuse to believe you amassed 3kish posts without coming across Mr. Forever Alone.

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Oh, that one! I came across it before, but I just thought it was another troll pic.

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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Montreal

Hey you were the one saying that no women had the characteristics you were looking for, so I assumed it was the dangly crotch parts.

Now I lean toward Melissia's initial suggestion : anime chicks. Or blond elves.

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Kovnik Obama wrote:Hey you were the one saying that no women had the characteristics you were looking for, so I assumed it was the dangly crotch parts.

Now I lean toward Melissia's initial suggestion : anime chicks. Or blond elves.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belldandy

Her characteristics would be ideal, and therefore impossible.

Here's an idea...let's make an AI with her characteristics, and imprint it on a custom-engineered Human body. But no, even I wouldn't go that far...it wouldn't be love at all.

I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Spitsbergen

Tadashi wrote:
Kovnik Obama wrote:Hey you were the one saying that no women had the characteristics you were looking for, so I assumed it was the dangly crotch parts.

Now I lean toward Melissia's initial suggestion : anime chicks. Or blond elves.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belldandy

Her characteristics would be ideal, and therefore impossible.

Here's an idea...let's make an AI with her characteristics, and imprint it on a custom-engineered Human body. But no, even I wouldn't go that far...it wouldn't be love at all.


Love also isn't finding a perfect person.
   
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rubiksnoob wrote:
Tadashi wrote:
Kovnik Obama wrote:Hey you were the one saying that no women had the characteristics you were looking for, so I assumed it was the dangly crotch parts.

Now I lean toward Melissia's initial suggestion : anime chicks. Or blond elves.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belldandy

Her characteristics would be ideal, and therefore impossible.

Here's an idea...let's make an AI with her characteristics, and imprint it on a custom-engineered Human body. But no, even I wouldn't go that far...it wouldn't be love at all.


Love also isn't finding a perfect person.


Actually it is...the person you love would be perfect for you, even if she isn't for others.

I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
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Spitsbergen

Tadashi wrote:
rubiksnoob wrote:
Tadashi wrote:
Kovnik Obama wrote:Hey you were the one saying that no women had the characteristics you were looking for, so I assumed it was the dangly crotch parts.

Now I lean toward Melissia's initial suggestion : anime chicks. Or blond elves.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belldandy

Her characteristics would be ideal, and therefore impossible.

Here's an idea...let's make an AI with her characteristics, and imprint it on a custom-engineered Human body. But no, even I wouldn't go that far...it wouldn't be love at all.


Love also isn't finding a perfect person.


Actually it is...the person you love would be perfect for you, even if she isn't for others.



Or he. . . you never know!!!
   
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Searching for perfection is a waste of time, as it is a concept that doesn't exist...Especially when you are looking for that concept in an anime.

If being unhappy makes you happy, then that's ok. Just don't angst too much.
   
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Montreal

Tadashi wrote:[
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belldandy

Her characteristics would be ideal, and therefore impossible.




Dude.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

Here's a very valuable life hint you'll thank me for later. Find a park. Start the habit of jogging early in the morning. Admire the scandidly clad creatures.

It'll do you wonders. Really.

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Kovnik Obama wrote:
Tadashi wrote:[
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belldandy

Her characteristics would be ideal, and therefore impossible.




Dude.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

Here's a very valuable life hint you'll thank me for later. Find a park. Start the habit of jogging early in the morning. Admire the scandidly clad creatures.

It'll do you wonders. Really.


You think I don't do the last one? But I will not commit to nothing less than the ideal - which does not exist. As I said, better alone than broken.


rubiksnoob wrote:

Or he. . . you never know!!!


I'd sooner die.


xole wrote:Searching for perfection is a waste of time, as it is a concept that doesn't exist...Especially when you are looking for that concept in an anime.

If being unhappy makes you happy, then that's ok. Just don't angst too much.


The concept is called yamato nadeshiko.

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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
Made in ca
Zealous Sin-Eater




Montreal

Honestly? Nope. I've been broken a few times. Hell I've dated a hooker, for christ's sake (dated, not contracted). I like my women with a fair share of crazy, which implies that at some point I'll get hurt.

2-3 weeks later, you'll be fine. Especially once you realize that you don't have to marry every single one of them...

[...] for conflict is the great teacher, and pain, the perfect educator.  
   
Made in ph
Ancient Venerable Dreadnought





Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...

Kovnik Obama wrote:Honestly? Nope. I've been broken a few times. Hell I've dated a hooker, for christ's sake (dated, not contracted). I like my women with a fair share of crazy, which implies that at some point I'll get hurt.

2-3 weeks later, you'll be fine. Especially once you realize that you don't have to marry every single one of them...


NEVER!!! (brandishes katana wildly)

*Ahem* I have standards too...why do you think I rejected the idea of an AI-imprinted custom female?

I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.

'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' 
   
 
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