whoa, i lived in greensboro for three years, went to grad school at UNCG, and grew up in Randolph County, I may actually know you, which would be weird. But hell yeah for GSO and the 336.

Thank you for that, seriously.

but WHY? I can't figure it out, I've never been able to figure it out, and I've lived in NC for 16 years. Although it is about as blue as southern states get, I'll admit.

This moron has obviously never read a single word of Virginia Woolf, Jacquelyn Dowd Hall, Jill Lepore, Margaret Atwood, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Jane Mayer, Eudora Welty, Flannery O'connor, Zora Neale Hurston, Alice Walker, and a couple thousand other female authors of fiction, non-fiction, and journalistic works…

Not to mention the added creepiness of Farmville being a miniaturized social networking platform nested inside another social networking platform, with close to 100 million regular users. Those microgames are just creepy, theyre parasitic. I mean, if ever there was an assault on reality waged by the abstracted…

I know exactly what book you're talking about, its called Mind of the Raven: Investigations and Adventures with Wolf-Birds by Bernd Heinrich. Its a really incredible work, I was surprised how deeply it got into human consciousness, self-awareness, and the complex relationship between individualism and communalism.…

Its been proven, repeatedly, that extreme isolation leads directly and rapidly into violent insanity. Organisms, at least our species, need other organisms to interact with for actual survival. Without other people we would all be throwing feces and thrashing around in intense fits of terrifying madness.

nice, thanks for the link

Your second paragraph does most of my arguing for me. Im not going to digress into counterfactual coulda shoulda nonsense, but this war and the war in Iraq have been egregiously, criminally mishandled. And as far as contextualization, what I am referring to is what you're seeing in the streets (celebration) and what…

haha, thats fucking incredible, there is literally no element in this picture that isn't awesome. The car missle from Live Free or Die Hard, the numbchucks, and a fucking skateboard! hahaha, truly badass.

Reread my comment, i was referring to the run-up and years immediately following the beginning of the war.

im not comparing these figures with the death of osama bin laden, he was obviously an incredibly dangerous criminal who deserved death. The determination of worth I am questioning is the strategy we elected to pursue over the last 10 years to get bin Laden vs. its cost.

in my dimension eh? Yeah, im totally living in another dimension by contextualizing the final, dismally belated killing of Osama bin Laden, a guy who has been at large since 1998, within the wider framework of US involvement in the middle east. How naive of me to assume that this could possibly be analyzed as…

haha, sorry man, how about this: SSSSSSUCK it Cheney, Yoo, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Addington, Kristol, Breitbart, Limbaugh, Beck, the Cato Institute, the National Review, neo-conservative foreign policy, and Mitch McConnell just because he's an asshole.

oh, I am very happy hes dead, and I don't think I'm being cynical, I just don't think the price has been worth the reward at this point. If his death leads subsequently to long term disruption of the loose global organization of Al Qaeda and its operations then I might re-evaluate.....yeah maybe I am just cynical, I…

So, a trillion and a half dollars more or less, maybe 20-30 thousand Afghani casualties, another 10-15 thousand american casualties, many of them with extremely bad wounds facing lifelong difficulty, a couple thousand US dead, nuclear Pakistan destabilized. An entire region brutalized, war torn, and facing generations…

Debbie Wasserman Schultz and Marcy Kaptur 2016!! Wasserman Schultz is truly a badass, but in a televised staredown/policy debate she would have met her match in Kaptur. People like this give me small, faint glimmers of hope that the nation and by extension the planet aren't irreconcilably fated for complete and utter…

somewhere, lost amid the dusty, long vanished heaps of forgotten things, is a vhs recording of myself interpreting the phantom tollbooth through dance with a fourth grade classmate, singing was also involved.

or maybe f(x) = sinx-cosy, yeaaahhh

you know, I guess I am kind of in the mood for a relaxing f(x) = x squared - 37x graph