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Nov 17 2009, 10:36 PM
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Anyone try this? It is supposed to fuck with your brain and make you feel all sorts of things. My roommate torrented the entire collection, and I'll try them tonight.
But has anyone here tried them?
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Nov 17 2009, 11:14 PM
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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- Nov 17 2009, 10:36 PM
Anyone try this? It is supposed to fuck with your brain and make you feel all sorts of things. My roommate torrented the entire collection, and I'll try them tonight.
But has anyone here tried them? Nope, sorry. But several kids I know have tried it and did experience some sort of mind-fuck. It's been awhile since I've heard anything about it, but isn't it suppose to mimic a "high"?
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Nov 18 2009, 12:17 AM
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In theory.
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Nov 18 2009, 08:51 AM
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Link??
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Nov 18 2009, 12:57 PM
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Anyone try this? It is supposed to fuck with your brain and make you feel all sorts of things. My roommate torrented the entire collection, and I'll try them tonight.
But has anyone here tried them? I've not tried it but I've used a lot of Binaurals as part of... uh... shall we just say that I'm into amateur hypnosis?
Basically the only thing I've found Binaural beats good for is altering mood, but it really works. (Then again, as Isaac Asmov pointed out something that works a lot better - hum "When the Saints Go Marching In", you'll see what I mean.)
You can get the free ones from this re-distributor. Or visit their website (google it).
No idea how effective they are (downloading now). But I'm guessing they'll be pretty good, but not all that.
[Edit]
Ecstasy isn't bad, isn't great. Masochism sucks (unless you just want a head ache). Inspire is pretty sweet. Definitely a keeper there. Content really, really, really sucks. First love sucks.
Pretty mixed bag so far.
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Nov 18 2009, 03:25 PM
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I would expect masochism to suck.
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Nov 18 2009, 03:34 PM
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I would expect masochism to suck.
I mean the file doesn't do what it claims. It just gives you a headache from about three seconds in.
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Nov 18 2009, 03:44 PM
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Ah. What does it claim to do? I just have the soundfiles.
Try putting on masochist, and then the anti-headache one. See if that works.
Is the iDoser application itself free?
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Nov 18 2009, 03:48 PM
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Ah. What does it claim to do? I just have the soundfiles.
Try putting on masochist, and then the anti-headache one. See if that works.
Is the iDoser application itself free? Currently listening to Hash. Description reads:
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HASH Recreational (VERY Strong) 45 Minutes
Marijuana is one of most popular doses, but we were getting asked all the time to create something just a little more powerful. For the seasoned dosers, I give you HASH! Stronger than marijuana, hash will bring on effects of mood lift, euphoria, laughter, relaxation, stress reduction, creative, philosophical or deep thinking - all with much greater effects than marijuana, so a warning is in order. Start with our Marijuana dose and ONLY move on to the Hash dose after you are experienced.
It's kinda mellowing. Doesn't do what it claims.
Masochism reads...
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asochist Sexual (VERY VERY Strong) 30 Minutes
This is NOT for the faint of heart. This is for that special breed of man or woman who associates sexual pleasure and PAIN! First, it forces the brain and body to release numbing opiates at a 2.5hz range, sending pleasure opium-like waves through the body. Just when your entire body falls numb, we surge you with hot beams of ecstasy where users have reported near-orgasm-like feelings in their sexual organs at 15hz with wetness, erections, uncontrollable sexual thoughts and feelings… finally, just as your body is wilting in sexual bliss, we administer the pain: .20-.26hz causes pain in the body. Reports of pings of pain in your teeth (like drilling,) under your skin (feeling as if you were getting a tattoo,) and vice-grip like sensations on parts of your body are not uncommon… this pain, mixed with the euphoria and ecstasy, make this a very powerful, painful, sexual experience that is NOT intended for all users. Use ONLY if you want an intense experience like no other. POWERFUL BEYOND BELIEF!
It doesn't do that. It simply gives you a headache. Or, rather, it just gives me a headache.
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Nov 18 2009, 04:05 PM
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Hmm.
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Jul 7 2010, 01:09 AM
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Trying this out right now.
EDIT: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
EDIT#2: Nevermind, that was bullshit :dry: Placebo effect.
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Jul 7 2010, 02:03 AM
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Nevermind, that was bullshit :dry: Placebo effect. This. It does nothing.
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Jul 7 2010, 02:11 AM
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It sounds like some asshole recorded their washing machine then tried to sell it.
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Jul 7 2010, 02:50 PM
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- Jul 7 2010, 01:09 AM
Nevermind, that was bullshit :dry: Placebo effect.
This. It does nothing. Were I you, I'd try this:
Select a track at random (better if you can get someone else to select it). Listen to it in a darkened room with headphones. Relax. No seriously, relax. See if anything happens. Compare what happened to the description.
I'd say that about half the IDoser tracks I've tried work. None of them work as well as they claim.
Like all forms of mental manipulation, IDoser doesn't work if you resist. It only works if you let it work. Obviously, if you help it work you get a hefty dose of placebo for a bigger effect. But binaurals do work. This kind of hypnosis is solid and is used by professionals.
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Jul 7 2010, 06:43 PM
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Why? Seriously, why? People are so desperate to get high that they are trying to use sound?
I need to go hunting.
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Jul 7 2010, 07:44 PM
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Why? Seriously, why? People are so desperate to get high that they are trying to use sound?
I need to go hunting. We aren't desperate. Hell, if I was so desperate to get high, I'd call up my friend and we'd go in my backyard and get stoned out of our minds. But I'm not going to do that.
Instead, there's this nifty little program that lets you simulate a high, or so it claims. I think its a great alternative, and if it was actually workable and did what the description read, it could easily be used to help people with drug addictions and the like.
As for our use, this is just an experiment. A friend told me about it, and I was interested, so what the hell, what harm could it do? Besides wasting an hour of my life and giving me a slight headache, no serious problems or illnesses arose.
And Nag, just because you say so, I'll give it one more shot. I'll try to believe this time.
EDIT: Yeah, and its a lot harder to go hunting in California than the mid-west and the east. So I can't really express myself in that way. Yay for California.
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Jul 8 2010, 09:04 AM
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Why? Seriously, why? People are so desperate to get high that they are trying to use sound?
I need to go hunting. Music makes people happy. Music is sound. Jokes make people happy. Sound. Moans of ecstasy? Sound.
What is sound? Well essentially, your sense of hearing is actually your sense of touch. It's just a mess of electrical signals interpreted by your brain.
You can fool your brain into doing all sorts of neat things. It's pretty easy.
IDoser is not a good way to do this. IDoser is a pretty terrible way of doing that. And if you're dumb enough to throw money away on this... :|
Buuut... for free it's not bad. And it's pretty safe. FOR SCIENCE it's worth a fair try.
****
Why? Seriously, why? People are so desperate to get high that they are trying to killing animals?
I need to use IDoser.
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I'd actually love to go hunting right about now...
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Jul 8 2010, 10:01 AM
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Atticus, cut a ping pong ball in half. Put them over your eyes, but keep them open. Lie down in a dark room on a bed. Blare static from a radio nearby. Wait ten minutes.
The lack of stimuli will throw your brain off, and it will begin inventing it. It is fun, a waking dream. :lol:
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Jul 8 2010, 10:39 AM
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Atticus, cut a ping pong ball in half. Put them over your eyes, but keep them open. Lie down in a dark room on a bed. Blare static from a radio nearby. Wait ten minutes. The lack of stimuli will throw your brain off, and it will begin inventing it. It is fun, a waking dream. :lol: Is this for real?
Or are you just bullshitng me?
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Jul 8 2010, 10:42 AM
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It is for real. The brain does not like being void of all sensory input. It is not as intense as it would be if you had an isolation tank, but it is still a noticeable effect.
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Jul 8 2010, 10:47 AM
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It is for real. The brain does not like being void of all sensory input. It is not as intense as it would be if you had an isolation tank, but it is still a noticeable effect. Well I guess today wont be so boring after all.
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Jul 8 2010, 12:30 PM
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I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.
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Jul 8 2010, 12:41 PM
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I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball. Dani's nail polish??
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Jul 8 2010, 02:08 PM
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Green Golf Balls A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'
The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.
Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'
The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.
The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.
The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'
`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.
`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.
The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.
`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'
The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'
The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.
The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.
`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'
One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.
The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.
The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.
The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.
`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'
It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.
The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.
`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'
That night, the son spent on board the tanker.
The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.
A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.
His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'
Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'
`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'
The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.
`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'
The son nodded weakly.
The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.
`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.
The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.
`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.
`I- I-'
Then he died.
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Jul 8 2010, 02:45 PM
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Green Golf Balls A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'
The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.
Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'
The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.
The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.
The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'
`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.
`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.
The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.
`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'
The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'
The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.
The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.
`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'
One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.
The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.
The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.
The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.
`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'
It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.
The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.
`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'
That night, the son spent on board the tanker.
The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.
A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.
His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'
Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'
`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'
The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.
`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'
The son nodded weakly.
The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.
`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.
The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.
`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.
`I- I-'
Then he died. :dry:
I know the joke.
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