Bunch. Of. Poo.
I'm writing the world's most annoying final paper in which I argue that 'everything is subjective' using philosophical models. The argument is fine. The paper is ridiculous.
To wit, the paper contains the following two sentences, both authored by moi:
Russian Philosophy places the meaning of external objectivity within the context of an individual subjectivity, and Japanese philosophy extends the concept of personal subjectivity to the point where truth can only be found in the total absence of human thought, free of the binds of any objective restraint and resulting in pure subjectivity.
It is the paradigm of subjectivity that demands the non-directive, psychodynamic approach whereby a therapist considers the entirety of an individual experience for therapeutic consideration.
Psychobabble. Philosophibabble. Poo.
Mine.
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And as an example of the low level to which my writing has fallen due to imperative nature of writing obliquely and densely as a matter of course when dutifully articulating philosophical meta-theory, I am utilizing phrases such as "to wit" as a manner of expressing the clear depths to which my clarity has crumbled, and am freely utilizing redundant repitition from the department of redundancy in order to make my point again and again, sometimes two or three times.
Walter Payton rushed for 16,726 yards over the course of his career. His total yardage gained (including things like receiving yards, etc.) is 21,803. He missed one game in 13 years. Nothing subjective about that.
Sweetness.
Just woke up.
Haven't had my corn syrup yet.
No blips.
Dude you posted this at 555.
It's still begining to kick in.
No amounts of corn syrup is working towards me understanding this. But I'm really proud of you anyway Teo. Go get'em!
Ojective Restraint? Feh.
Surely Felicity has been away too long. I completely missed holey week. Brings back memories.
Sure, Feleicy was there. In fact, in his wanning moments Jesus remarked, "Felicity, I can see your house from here".
Unfortunately for the son of man, while close, he missed the actual safe words: "Yea though I tarry, I deem mayonaise no gravy." But what the hell, my loss was the world's salvation. Not a bad deal, that.
But I digress. I have been summoned from a high fructose corn holed slumber to deliver a message of clarity to a certain PhD student:
THERE IS NO RESTRAINT.
Vinnissimo - Don't worry, I haven't begun to understand it either, and I wrote it.
Ms. Taint - WELCOME. BACK.
no restraint. none.
Sounds good to me, Teo. I'd maybe just replace a few words with "bitchin'" and "tubular" and then i think you'll have a great paper.
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