Oooh, good one.


Annecdote time: I told my gf about that quote and its context a while ago, and she got really sad about it.

Now, I sometimes just casually drop the line "I'm quickly going to do some groceries, it may be some time", and her eyes almost water up when I say that

(yes, I'm a psycho)

In 1911-1912 a British team led by Robert Falcon Scott attempted to be the first humans to reach the South Pole, the most southerly point on Earth situated on the Antarctic continent. They did in fact reach the Pole (on 17 January 1912), but discovered that the Norwegian explorer Amundsen had beaten them to it. The demoralized five-man British team then began the 895-mile (1,440 km) trek back to their base.

They never made it.

Hampered by worsening weather, poor provisioning, injury and frostbite, the team were destined to die en route. Edgar Evans was the first to die (17 February 1912), apparently as the result of a blow to his head when falling into a crevasse. The four remaining men struggled on, slowed by fierce blizzard conditions. And Oates' severely frostbitten and gangrenous feet and general weakness (possibly aggravated by an old war wound) began to hold them back further, so that they could not keep up the daily distances needed to reach provisions before their rations were exhausted. On 15 March Oates told the others that he could not continue, suggesting that they leave him in his sleeping-bag and go on without him. They refused. The following night, according to Scott's diary entry, in the early morning of 16 March 1912, Oates said to his colleagues: "I am just going outside and may be some time." Then, without going through the painful exertion of putting on his boots, he stepped outside into a raging blizzard and temperatures of -40.0 °C (-40 °F) to face certain death.

Oates' self-sacrifice did not save his colleagues from a similar fate. Scott, Wilson and Bowers died nine days later, eleven miles short of their next pre-laid food depot that could have saved their lives.

Oates died a bachelor the day before his 32nd birthday, probably still unaware that he had fathered a child with an 11-year-old Scottish girl when he was about 20, a fact that emerged many years later.

His memorable phrase lives on in the English-speaking world both as among the most famous of last words and as the epitome of heroic understatement and allusion.

made ridiculous amount of money today.

this is fkn unreal.

traders always say to only play with like %10 of your holdings, its just not wise to think you can call tops and bottoms, that kind of thinking will have you go all out on a bounce that turns out to be trend reversal

traders always say to only play with like %10 of your holdings, its just not wise to think you can call tops and bottoms, that kind of thinking will have you go all out on a bounce that turns out to be trend reversal

Or this? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W25_jgiY51I

Me too. I fail to see the "different strokes" part.

I get the "sexually liberated" shit, but in the context of a traditional, monogamous relationship, cuckoldry is something generally frowned upon, and usually a deal-breaker for any bonded couple.

For those people that are comfortable with an open relationship - good for them. All the more power to them.

I'm saying, cuckoldry is not traditional, or normal behavior, that lends itself towards building a strong nuclear family unit.

It's a trust-breaking "kink" to "normies".

EDIT: And yes, the irony of a homosexual man talking about "normal" things is not lost on me.