Bah...

[Pixie.Pebr]

...just as the 'my life sux' thread was starting to get interesting some ewul mod locks it

fl3a had just asked what the point is of even having and going to a work.
For once we might have had a serious discussion entangling a wide range of topics all bearing in on existencialism in general and why we humans act the way we do.
But no, you had to lock it....




Or maybe we just would have ranted on as usual

 

[Uncle Sick(tm)]

The point of going to work is ... !!

....... hmm... the point of going to work is: ....

.................*sighs*......................... We go to work because it's fun!....... that was a lie...

.......................................................... ah... it's for the cash.

Cash is important. Feed family, one self, pay DAoC sub, buy a new comp for x-mas*beams*

But in the end it's utterly pointless. Precious time, one could spend xping, is wasted.

 

[Pixie.Pebr]

We need cash to play daoc? :uhoh: I better get a job to keep these two accounts then

 

[Damini]

People can lock their own threads too, if they start them. Well, they can in the General general forums, obviously I can't test that here because I'm blessed with all kinds of Super Hero skills in this strange land, and so I can close any thread I chose. Mwuhaha, etc... Maybe Pebr can try.

 

[old.job]

Take it back to basics
We all make things, which we then exchange with others until we get what we want.
Some of the things we make are worth much more than others.
So your product may be worth several of other peoples, making you rich.
Why don't we all just make what we want in the first place?

 

[Pixie.Pebr]

I cant lock this thread... *sniffle*
I can only delete it, but then noone would see that the thread is deleted, because it is deleted...

Methinks Im going to make a post on General forum and lock it

 

[Pixie.Pebr]

Originally posted by old.job
Take it back to basics
We all make things, which we then exchange with others until we get what we want.
Some of the things we make are worth much more than others.
So your product may be worth several of other peoples, making you rich.
Why don't we all just make what we want in the first place?

Stop it! You are turning this into a serious post...

 

[SFXman]

The deleting is ridiculos. It gets rid of the first post.. stupid

 

[fl3a]

bwahahahha me = some ewul mod

 

[fl3a]

and now it is open again

flame my ass off

 

[old.Gombur Glodson]

Or kill you.

 

[Uncle Sick(tm)]

RrrraaAArRRr!

 

[old.Gombur Glodson]

I have a feeling that Sigurd is lurking around.

 

[Murcalumis]

Originally posted by Pixie.Pebr
fl3a had just asked what the point is of even having and going to a work.
For once we might have had a serious discussion entangling a wide range of topics all bearing in on existencialism in general and why we humans act the way we do.

Oh, interesting, this one! And it all comes round to one thing; the meaning (or point of life). I mean, why exsist? Well, to further the race of human beings would be the evolutionary animal-instinct answer. But, still, there seems to be little point or use to this in modern day society. The fact that survival of the fittest, to a large extent, isn't even happening now-a-days with our fancy-pants medcines and what-not.

So what's the point of exsisting as we do? Hmm.. to work all our lives so we can move up in the world and be successful so we can accumulate wealth, and shun our fellow humans for personal gains. I mean, what's the point in all that? You work all your life to survive (and by survive, we're really talking about our little luxuries that was have come to believe essential), so why bother at all? Why not just end it all? I mean, you work all your life, fairly much, and then you die. Pfft.

You see, here, socialism almost makes sense.. almost. I reckon the only way we can go, as a race, is to all commit suicide (althouhg, frankly, there's not much point in this, either) or all go and live naked in the jungles, and 'devolve' back to monkey-like creatures... just naked. (I had to add that last bit, for fear of me making a serious point).