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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 6:50 pm
by Roentgen Ray
Yeah, those gladiators are bad ass. I like it when they throw in some lions and shit.

Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:06 pm
by Yasmeen
Wes wrote:For me, having fun is getting on routes and problems that I can barely do, or that are over my head. I am happy when I am trying really hard. And, while doing easier (for me) routes is fun once in a while, I feel the best when I am failing, falling, and getting better.

Wes
"semi-retired since '98"
I'm somewhere in between that and the "chill climbing" perspective-- I have my most fun when I onsight something right at my limit, or get something above my limit 2nd or 3rd go. Though it probably means my progress won't be as quick as Wes and those with a similar mindset. Alas.

Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:12 pm
by sparky
The scientists define play as engaging in activities that are highly gratifying, lack any economic significance, cause no social harm and do not necessarily lead to praise or recognition from others."
Intuitively, an activity the lacks any economic significance and that is highly gratifying doesn't exist. This is a very common misconception. Economic significance is a function of utility and the simplest form of utility is enjoyment. I imagine that these "scientist” are thinking of monetary gains which is more palatable in the definition.
The happiest climbers are the ones who are just out there doing it and having a good time.
In essence play is an activity that has economic significance that lacks any gains monetary or social and its sole value is unique to the individual

Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 3:40 am
by Horatio Felacio
my personal definition of fun is when i shoot "x-rays" out of my flesh-tone microphone in to roentgen ray's furry black asshole. i also like listening to j-lo.

Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 11:58 am
by pigsteak
he's not kidding. he loves j-lo

Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 3:58 pm
by Roentgen Ray
That black fur is like silk and is there so no one special to me chafes their lovely after hours of pounding their x-ray beams into the dark squishy tunnel of pleasure.