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Mike Tyson says his dick died from using cocaine and came back after he quit “I was doing so much drugs, so much shit, my dick wouldn't get hard. I'm thinking my wife is gonna leave me because I can’t fuck her. I didn't know it was because I'm doing so much fucking cocaine and all that drinking and shit. My dick died” “So I stopped. I met these guys, did the toad, I stopped that stuff. And my dick started getting hard again. I went and took my AIDS test because she was tripping about that” “I'm saying to myself, I know it's because I'm not using drugs. In my mind, I wanted it to be because I'm not cheating on my wife and God blessed me with another chance to make my dick hard so I can make love to my wife. But I know the real fact is because I'm not doing drugs anymore and I'm living a perfect life” But I like the other reason better. I like the lie better. Isn't that some bullshit. The lie that God is giving me my dick back because I'm not doing that shit and I'm not living that kind of life. That's what I'm gonna believe. But it's not. It's because I changed my life and now my dick is hard again. But I like the story that what did it is because God chastised me. Does that make any sense”

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ＢＬＡＺＥＯＦＦＵＲＹ I slam down on the little shrimp with the full, earth-shaking tonnage of my colossal bulk. His puny frame flattens like a stomped roach beneath me, and a vicious snap cuts the air as his lungs cough up a sad, broken yelp. It’s fuckin’ wild how his skinny, fragile build sets my blood ablaze—like a brittle twig trembling beneath my hulking, boulder-like chest, begging to be crushed. My pecs squash him flat, mashing his mug into the mat with skull-shattering might. I smack my cock against the twin curves of his ass and grind it awake along their sculpted swell. My hips pound his dainty backside, even as he squirms, tensing and trying to buck me off. His pathetic fuckin’ resistance melts like butter under my sheer dominance—nothing but a sorry little twitch-fest. My junk roars to life faster than a souped-up dragster. I’m a goddamn bulldozer rolling over this fuckin’ worthless speck. I jerk up a couple inches and smash back down hard. A nasty crack rips from his guts under my brutal hammering, but all he’s got left is a faint gasp as the air ditches him. I drag myself slow, pulverizing him into the mat with every fiber of my strength, and growl in his ear: “Wrestle, runt!” I hoist my bulk up a hair, and the wimp starts thrashing under me. He knows I get off on his flailing fight—I crave those desperate, doomed swings. His mousy muscles got no shot at budging me, but even half-dead, he’s hell-bent on lighting my fuse. His tiny bum rubs my dick like mad, sparking like a match on rough timber. My member’s pulsing, primed to pay him back. Wielding my titanic bulk like a sledgehammer, I unleash a savage pounding on him. My gut slams him down with crushing weight. Every hit’s meaner than the last, sinking him deeper into the mat. His wriggling quits cold, his body caving to my relentless beatdown. The hardest blows grind his bones to dust, but he’s silent now—just ragged breaths forced out by my strikes. Conscious? Who gives a shit. After a dozen ruthless smacks, I flop onto him. His frail frame is scorching from the thrashing I dished out. My gargantuan mass locks him in place—no squirming, no breathing, nada. He’s mine to break, and my sheer heft could snuff him out for good. But I ain’t done—my cock’s howling for more. I peel off him. The shrimp wheezes, clawing for air, fumbling his wrecked shell. I give him a sec to pull it together—the grand finale’s coming. He knows a stiff corpse won’t rev my engine. I hiss in his ear: “Flip over!” Battered to hell, he still spins onto his back like a whipped little shit. He wouldn’t dream of crossing me—fear and heat tangle in his eyes as my monstrous shadow looms. I reward his obedience by slamming down full-force. His chest plate cracks, ribs splinter. My meat smacks his steel-hard cock with a loud thwack. The twisted little freak loves it. I’ve flattened him helpless again, and my shaft drinks in his agony. I grind it against his dick, mashing his lean torso with my thick, beefy bulk. His ribcage buckles as I lean in hard. His feebleness and frailty stoke my sadistic blaze. “Wrestle!” I snarl, easing up an inch to let him fan my flames. He tries to fight back—he knows every twitch stokes my fire. He’s desperate to keep me happy; he’s seen what happens to uppity punks who don’t. He don’t want that smoke. His beat-up, aching husk battles to please me. He’s so goddamn insignificant—my junk’s a live grenade. The big finish is close. I start ramming him for real with my cock, fuckin’ banging him into oblivion. My loins grind into his core with full throttle. Our tools collide, sizzling like live wires. My titan’s bulk pounds and smashes the runt under my brutal girth, raging harder each blow. His flopping fades fast, my crushing hits paralyzing him. He’s got no choice but to bow to my beastly fury. His shell cracks under my onslaught—too flimsy to take it. Bones groan and give, sinking with my blows. He’s gotta be out cold, but his stiffy’s trembling, ready to blow. I dive at him with unhinged rage, ready to tear him apart. His delicate rig shatters for good, bones snapping like brittle straw. My cock erupts like a damn volcano, and his tags along. Our gear’s drenched, dripping with heat. I unload again with feral power, roaring deep from my gut, and collapse, winded, on his smashed-up wreck. Our juices meld through the fabric like molten lava rivers. I sprawl over him, catching my breath. He’s pitifully small and breakable, the little shit. The shrimp’s out, his pretty face calm—miles from the fuckin’ hell he just ate. He nailed his role and served me right. I growl low, a sated beast’s rumble: “Good boy, you little fuck.”

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350,843 просмотров • 1 год назад

On April 2nd, Bo Lueders, a friend to myself and so many others, passed away. I met him after playing Sound N’ Fury with Twitching Tongues in 2023. After that, Bo became a fast friend. He supported me not just as an artist, but as a person. It wasn’t uncommon for me to wake up to a text from him sent in the middle of the night, reminding me of how cool and awesome I am. What a blessing it was to be appreciated by someone I had admired for so many years. In one of our last conversations, we talked about our favorite artists until the wee hours of the morning. We agreed that if we could go to any concert in all of space and time, it would be Metallica in Seattle, 1989. I hope he’s there now. This song has been ringing through our heads since we heard the news. Sierra and I were sitting in the car, rain beating down on the windshield. Since we won’t get the chance to cover Alice In Chains with Bo like we planned, this one is for him. While we were learning the song, we experienced some profound synchronicities that felt like we were getting a thumbs up from Bo. I hope you enjoy it, buddy. My heart is with him, his girlfriend Taylor, his family, my dear friend Colin Young, Harms Way, and all of my HC homies in LA, Chicago, and everywhere else Bo touched. Rest in power, my friend. Until next time.

On April 2nd, Bo Lueders, a friend to myself and so many others, passed away. I met him after playing Sound N’ Fury with Twitching Tongues in 2023. After that, Bo became a fast friend. He supported me not just as an artist, but as a person. It wasn’t uncommon for me to wake up to a text from him sent in the middle of the night, reminding me of how cool and awesome I am. What a blessing it was to be appreciated by someone I had admired for so many years. In one of our last conversations, we talked about our favorite artists until the wee hours of the morning. We agreed that if we could go to any concert in all of space and time, it would be Metallica in Seattle, 1989. I hope he’s there now. This song has been ringing through our heads since we heard the news. Sierra and I were sitting in the car, rain beating down on the windshield. Since we won’t get the chance to cover Alice In Chains with Bo like we planned, this one is for him. While we were learning the song, we experienced some profound synchronicities that felt like we were getting a thumbs up from Bo. I hope you enjoy it, buddy. My heart is with him, his girlfriend Taylor, his family, my dear friend Colin Young, Harms Way, and all of my HC homies in LA, Chicago, and everywhere else Bo touched. Rest in power, my friend. Until next time.

Cera Gibson

68,557 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

LeBron James says one reason he lost the finals in 2011 was because he was playing the ‘villian’ role after joining Miami: “It was real bad. I took the Villian role. I let the media, I was young. I was 25 and a lot of people don’t understand that was the first time I ever left my home. Even when I got drafted by the Cavs I still stayed in Akron. When I made the decision to go to Miami my mindset was I wanted to do something different and treat it like college where you take the cap but also give back to the boys and girls club. We raised like $2.5-3M. I didn’t know the hate or backlash I was going to get from that. I allowed the media and everybody to put me in a dark place. That’s never been me. Anybody who knows me I’m just a big ass kid… I wore that black hat for a year. Even with me getting to the finals and the reason I played the way I played is because I wasn’t me.” (Via bobdoessports)

LeBron James says one reason he lost the finals in 2011 was because he was playing the ‘villian’ role after joining Miami: “It was real bad. I took the Villian role. I let the media, I was young. I was 25 and a lot of people don’t understand that was the first time I ever left my home. Even when I got drafted by the Cavs I still stayed in Akron. When I made the decision to go to Miami my mindset was I wanted to do something different and treat it like college where you take the cap but also give back to the boys and girls club. We raised like $2.5-3M. I didn’t know the hate or backlash I was going to get from that. I allowed the media and everybody to put me in a dark place. That’s never been me. Anybody who knows me I’m just a big ass kid… I wore that black hat for a year. Even with me getting to the finals and the reason I played the way I played is because I wasn’t me.” (Via bobdoessports)

NBA Courtside

839,652 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

Everyone please join me in celebrating a very special agent at Matthews™, Ryan Garveigh, who is based out of our Atlanta, GA office. This past June, in his first year in brokerage, at 24 years old, Ryan was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma, a type of blood cancer that affects the lymphatic system, and Ryan was immediately started on a chemotherapy plan to treat the disease. I heard about Ryan’s diagnosis shortly after he received it so I called his cell phone to check in on him and tell him we were all thinking of him, and get this… When I was talking to him I asked him “what are you up to right now?” And he replied, “well to be honest, I am currently sitting here getting my first treatment of chemo while making cold calls”… I couldn’t believe it. Dude was getting chemo injected into his veins and yet was still hitting the phones trying to talk to owners, set meetings, and build his business. Ryan was not going to let his cancer diagnosis get in the way of him building the life he envisioned for himself. Needless to say I was beyond inspired and impressed with his mental toughness, and while I told him I appreciated the hustle, I did encourage him to focus on his health, and not let the stress of making “coldies” affect his recovery. Regardless, he ensured me he would take it easy if it became too much… Well fast forward six months, and here is a video Ryan just sent me this morning of him leaving the hospital after completing his full chemotherapy treatment, and I wanted to share the video and good news with all of you. This is a reminder to be grateful for things we take for granted, like our health, it is a reminder that “fair” in life is all a matter of perspective, and it is an example of the mental toughness and lack of victim mentality we are all capable of. Congrats to Ryan. Chemo and coldies, there has been no greater embodiment of the “Matthews Mentality” than this young man. God is good.

Everyone please join me in celebrating a very special agent at Matthews™, Ryan Garveigh, who is based out of our Atlanta, GA office. This past June, in his first year in brokerage, at 24 years old, Ryan was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma, a type of blood cancer that affects the lymphatic system, and Ryan was immediately started on a chemotherapy plan to treat the disease. I heard about Ryan’s diagnosis shortly after he received it so I called his cell phone to check in on him and tell him we were all thinking of him, and get this… When I was talking to him I asked him “what are you up to right now?” And he replied, “well to be honest, I am currently sitting here getting my first treatment of chemo while making cold calls”… I couldn’t believe it. Dude was getting chemo injected into his veins and yet was still hitting the phones trying to talk to owners, set meetings, and build his business. Ryan was not going to let his cancer diagnosis get in the way of him building the life he envisioned for himself. Needless to say I was beyond inspired and impressed with his mental toughness, and while I told him I appreciated the hustle, I did encourage him to focus on his health, and not let the stress of making “coldies” affect his recovery. Regardless, he ensured me he would take it easy if it became too much… Well fast forward six months, and here is a video Ryan just sent me this morning of him leaving the hospital after completing his full chemotherapy treatment, and I wanted to share the video and good news with all of you. This is a reminder to be grateful for things we take for granted, like our health, it is a reminder that “fair” in life is all a matter of perspective, and it is an example of the mental toughness and lack of victim mentality we are all capable of. Congrats to Ryan. Chemo and coldies, there has been no greater embodiment of the “Matthews Mentality” than this young man. God is good.

KyleMatthewsCEO

16,169 просмотров • 7 месяцев назад

Part 5 of interview with Rom Braslavski. "The guy says: here's another letter. It says to tie you up and torture you. At night they came with zip-ties, tied my legs, arms, put tape on my mouth. And they had whip that they beat donkeys with. It's a pain that is not normal, like being lashed with iron whip. But first they only beat me a bit. Then they woke me up at 2 a.m. and they gave me the beating of my life. They put me against the wall, one grabs my head and the other - punches, punches. I'm trying to loose consciousness and fall. But they didn't let me lose consciousness either. They held me. Then they beat me with the donkey whip and each lash is a burn, and it's scars, scars that I have till today. One beat me with the whip and two others beat me with poles and hands. OK, I thought, it's over. I was shattered, bleeding. Every bone in my body hurt. I was happy that it's over. I went to sleep. Then 6 in the morning they came with radios. Turned on Arabic music, yelling : "Allahu Akbar, what fun, what a great day!" And again the same beating - punches, whip. That's the second round. And then the third round. And then again at noon. And then they put on music and say - move your arms, dance and laugh. My bones were hurting, it hurt to move my arms. And then another beating, more hits. And I realized I entered a loop that I doubt I'll make out of it alive. They beat me with everything they had. They broke a radio on my head. And a really big stick that they broke on me. The donkey whip got all bent. It's iron. They bent the iron from how much they beat me. It really hurt. They beat the soles of my feet, maybe 40 whips. My entire leg was swollen, red and blue. And he tells me - stand up. Stand on the foot. And it felt like they are burning me. The abuse went on like they. Day after day, hour after hour. And it's only getting more severe. About 7 rounds every day, every round about 20 minutes. There was a guy, they said it's new commander, his weight was at least 100 kg. And I weighted hardly 50 kg at that point. And he was just standing on my neck. Jumping, jumping on my neck. Standing on my head, jumping on my back. And I feel that it's breaking." Interview by הצינור Link to full video with English subtitles in the comment, by Joe Truzman

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Part 5 of interview with Rom Braslavski. "The guy says: here's another letter. It says to tie you up and torture you. At night they came with zip-ties, tied my legs, arms, put tape on my mouth. And they had whip that they beat donkeys with. It's a pain that is not normal, like being lashed with iron whip. But first they only beat me a bit. Then they woke me up at 2 a.m. and they gave me the beating of my life. They put me against the wall, one grabs my head and the other - punches, punches. I'm trying to loose consciousness and fall. But they didn't let me lose consciousness either. They held me. Then they beat me with the donkey whip and each lash is a burn, and it's scars, scars that I have till today. One beat me with the whip and two others beat me with poles and hands. OK, I thought, it's over. I was shattered, bleeding. Every bone in my body hurt. I was happy that it's over. I went to sleep. Then 6 in the morning they came with radios. Turned on Arabic music, yelling : "Allahu Akbar, what fun, what a great day!" And again the same beating - punches, whip. That's the second round. And then the third round. And then again at noon. And then they put on music and say - move your arms, dance and laugh. My bones were hurting, it hurt to move my arms. And then another beating, more hits. And I realized I entered a loop that I doubt I'll make out of it alive. They beat me with everything they had. They broke a radio on my head. And a really big stick that they broke on me. The donkey whip got all bent. It's iron. They bent the iron from how much they beat me. It really hurt. They beat the soles of my feet, maybe 40 whips. My entire leg was swollen, red and blue. And he tells me - stand up. Stand on the foot. And it felt like they are burning me. The abuse went on like they. Day after day, hour after hour. And it's only getting more severe. About 7 rounds every day, every round about 20 minutes. There was a guy, they said it's new commander, his weight was at least 100 kg. And I weighted hardly 50 kg at that point. And he was just standing on my neck. Jumping, jumping on my neck. Standing on my head, jumping on my back. And I feel that it's breaking." Interview by הצינור Link to full video with English subtitles in the comment, by Joe Truzman

lelemSLP

69,653 просмотров • 9 месяцев назад

When I was in uni I was travelling to Kerala from Delhi by train. In the entire AC coach I was the only passenger. After the train left New Delhi station, a man in his 20s, came and sat in front of me. In an empty coach, why sit near the only other person? That got my antenna up. Plus, he didn't look like he could afford AC. After the train passed Mathura, this guy opened his briefcase and took out a paper pouch in which there was an off white powdery substance. I was quite alert now and looking intently at what he was going to do next. He held the pouch open with both hands which was quite weird because if he wanted to pour the powder into his mouth he should have held it using just the one hand. I was getting freaked out but I didn't let it show. I casually got up and stretched my arms and walked towards the exit. When I looked back I saw that he had started folding the pouch, and kept it back in his briefcase. A few minutes later the man walked away. Never be trustful of co-passengers. Never accept prasad ever - not just in trains. Some weirdos give prasad to transfer their bad karma onto you. I'm not sure that works but why give them the satisfaction of taking their ill intentioned offerings. At a media office in Delhi, there was this fat guy who gave boondi to everyone in the office every Tuesday after visiting the Hanuman mandir on Khadag Singh Marg. Everyone was too polite to say no; I would take it, and once he was gone, I'd wrap it in paper and throw it into the paper bin. Don't be afraid of offending people. In this clip, a gang of two women and a man work as a team to drug a woman waiting at a bus stop and decamp with her jewellery, mobile phone and purse. She was lucky they didn't carry her away too for organ harvesting, human trafficking, ransoming, prostitution or serial killing.

When I was in uni I was travelling to Kerala from Delhi by train. In the entire AC coach I was the only passenger. After the train left New Delhi station, a man in his 20s, came and sat in front of me. In an empty coach, why sit near the only other person? That got my antenna up. Plus, he didn't look like he could afford AC. After the train passed Mathura, this guy opened his briefcase and took out a paper pouch in which there was an off white powdery substance. I was quite alert now and looking intently at what he was going to do next. He held the pouch open with both hands which was quite weird because if he wanted to pour the powder into his mouth he should have held it using just the one hand. I was getting freaked out but I didn't let it show. I casually got up and stretched my arms and walked towards the exit. When I looked back I saw that he had started folding the pouch, and kept it back in his briefcase. A few minutes later the man walked away. Never be trustful of co-passengers. Never accept prasad ever - not just in trains. Some weirdos give prasad to transfer their bad karma onto you. I'm not sure that works but why give them the satisfaction of taking their ill intentioned offerings. At a media office in Delhi, there was this fat guy who gave boondi to everyone in the office every Tuesday after visiting the Hanuman mandir on Khadag Singh Marg. Everyone was too polite to say no; I would take it, and once he was gone, I'd wrap it in paper and throw it into the paper bin. Don't be afraid of offending people. In this clip, a gang of two women and a man work as a team to drug a woman waiting at a bus stop and decamp with her jewellery, mobile phone and purse. She was lucky they didn't carry her away too for organ harvesting, human trafficking, ransoming, prostitution or serial killing.

Rakesh Krishnan Simha

53,803 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

NEW: 24-year-old bull rider somehow survives after getting gored in the throat by a bull's horn, loses two gallons of blood. Zachary Naegele is lucky to be alive after a freak accident took place at the Conley Invitational in Palmetto, Florida. Naegele neck could be seen violently slamming into the bull's horn before he fell off. The rider could then be seen grabbing his neck before rushing to get medical attention. "I could feel myself going in and out from the amount of blood loss in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I had to fight to keep breathing," Naegele told a local news outlet. The bull rider had a successful surgery where surgeons repaired his small carotid artery, which was severed. Naegele will be out for at least 8 weeks. He says he plans to go back to bull riding. "I know that God has bigger plans for me in life; now it’s time to get healed up." "I most definitely plan to get back into bull riding. My goal is to make it onto one of the PBR teams, specifically the Oklahoma Wildcatters."

NEW: 24-year-old bull rider somehow survives after getting gored in the throat by a bull's horn, loses two gallons of blood. Zachary Naegele is lucky to be alive after a freak accident took place at the Conley Invitational in Palmetto, Florida. Naegele neck could be seen violently slamming into the bull's horn before he fell off. The rider could then be seen grabbing his neck before rushing to get medical attention. "I could feel myself going in and out from the amount of blood loss in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I had to fight to keep breathing," Naegele told a local news outlet. The bull rider had a successful surgery where surgeons repaired his small carotid artery, which was severed. Naegele will be out for at least 8 weeks. He says he plans to go back to bull riding. "I know that God has bigger plans for me in life; now it’s time to get healed up." "I most definitely plan to get back into bull riding. My goal is to make it onto one of the PBR teams, specifically the Oklahoma Wildcatters."

Collin Rugg

668,697 просмотров • 1 год назад

"I lost 4 of my sons to drugs, fifth son is fighting for his life." - Punjab mother pleads for action against 'chitta' menace Her fifth son, also an addict, is bed-ridden, fighting for his life. "Drug abuse is rampant in Punjab, and there is no end to it. He keeps crying and asking me for drugs. I am helpless." - She says They are from Pandori locality which is situated right next to the Sultanpur Lodhi police station in Kapurthala. Subeg Singh, ASI, Sultanpur Lodhi police station said- "We have been following the protocol set by the Punjab govt. We have sent several of addicted youth to rehab centres after getting court orders from the court. We also have our vehicles at the ready to take them to rehab centres. Women of the locality say young children are addicted. We have repeatedly told them that we will take action if they inform us when they see a drug seller in the area."

"I lost 4 of my sons to drugs, fifth son is fighting for his life." - Punjab mother pleads for action against 'chitta' menace Her fifth son, also an addict, is bed-ridden, fighting for his life. "Drug abuse is rampant in Punjab, and there is no end to it. He keeps crying and asking me for drugs. I am helpless." - She says They are from Pandori locality which is situated right next to the Sultanpur Lodhi police station in Kapurthala. Subeg Singh, ASI, Sultanpur Lodhi police station said- "We have been following the protocol set by the Punjab govt. We have sent several of addicted youth to rehab centres after getting court orders from the court. We also have our vehicles at the ready to take them to rehab centres. Women of the locality say young children are addicted. We have repeatedly told them that we will take action if they inform us when they see a drug seller in the area."

News Arena India

34,296 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

My conversation with Kayvon Beykpour, co-founder of Macroscope and Periscope. We talk about selling for $120M pre-launch to dick costolo at Twitter, turning down Elon Musk, getting trolled by Kobe Bryant and much more. His family immigrated to the Bay Area from Iran and he grew up an aspiring filmmaker. With a push from his mom, however, he toured and eventually got admitted to Stanford. This led to a series of software startups with his best friends and eventual acquisitions from Blackboard and Twitter. He led product there and eventually (graciously) turned down Elon to co-found Macroscope. Kayvon is an incredible storyteller, family man, & product mind. And while his accomplishments are many, he's an even better person. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did! Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 1:54 Fleeing the Iranian Revolution to California 4:32 How Gaming Sparked a Career in Tech 8:28 Growing Up With 12 Kids 12:32 Pissing Off an Apple Exec with a Jailbroken iPhone 4:29 From a Cardboard Sign to Winning Emmys 19:20 Building Software While Skipping Class 20:53 Selling $100k Apps to Best Buy & HP 22:32 Getting Acquired Over a Spam Call 27:03 The Importance of Passion 34:21 The Origins of Periscope 39:20 Scott Belsky Invented "Teleportation" 43:20 Six Months of Failed Designs 47:33 Selling to Twitter Before Launching 54:07 Trolled by Kobe Bryant 57:41 Turning Down Elon Musk 01:01:54 Founding Macroscope 01:10:21 His Two Most Consequential Life Decisions

My conversation with Kayvon Beykpour, co-founder of Macroscope and Periscope. We talk about selling for $120M pre-launch to dick costolo at Twitter, turning down Elon Musk, getting trolled by Kobe Bryant and much more. His family immigrated to the Bay Area from Iran and he grew up an aspiring filmmaker. With a push from his mom, however, he toured and eventually got admitted to Stanford. This led to a series of software startups with his best friends and eventual acquisitions from Blackboard and Twitter. He led product there and eventually (graciously) turned down Elon to co-found Macroscope. Kayvon is an incredible storyteller, family man, & product mind. And while his accomplishments are many, he's an even better person. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did! Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 1:54 Fleeing the Iranian Revolution to California 4:32 How Gaming Sparked a Career in Tech 8:28 Growing Up With 12 Kids 12:32 Pissing Off an Apple Exec with a Jailbroken iPhone 4:29 From a Cardboard Sign to Winning Emmys 19:20 Building Software While Skipping Class 20:53 Selling $100k Apps to Best Buy & HP 22:32 Getting Acquired Over a Spam Call 27:03 The Importance of Passion 34:21 The Origins of Periscope 39:20 Scott Belsky Invented "Teleportation" 43:20 Six Months of Failed Designs 47:33 Selling to Twitter Before Launching 54:07 Trolled by Kobe Bryant 57:41 Turning Down Elon Musk 01:01:54 Founding Macroscope 01:10:21 His Two Most Consequential Life Decisions

Sonith

76,765 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

I didn't even know back in November that Elijah Schaffer accused me of working with Will Chamberlain and "launching investigations" against him. I've never met Will Chamberlain and I'm just some random guy in Calgary who thought Elijah was obnoxious and fake and started making videos analyzing his bot-boosted content on Rumble and fake Rift TV website while I was waiting for my other videos about Canadians politics to process on Stream Yards. Not everything is a conspiracy. Elijah Schaffer is so weak and pathetic he thought some random Canadian guy with an internet connection and a bit of extra time on his hands was part of some coordinated operation against him. And, to my knowledge, no one significant every accused Elijah of getting money from any particular foreign source, but people like myself simply asked the question of how Rift TV was funded because all evidence pointed to it not generating any substantial amount of money on its own. The suspicions of Rift TV being an fake brand propped up by big $$$ from unknown people and places was proven out in the recent implosion of Elijah. They never made money and after making a fool of himself a few months ago it seems like all of his benefactors pulled out.

Wyatt Claypool

24,070 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

Marlon Brando once told Dick Cavett that everyone on Earth is an actor. Then he proved it, live on air, by dissecting Cavett himself. It remains one of the most disarming exchanges in talk show history. Cavett opened by pressing Brando on something he had read for years: that Brando considered acting "not a fit profession for a man." Brando deflected at first. "We can't believe the press; I don't know what we can believe in this country." But then, in his words, "in an effort to help your ratings," Brando laid out his real view of acting: "I think that we couldn't survive a second if we weren't able to act; acting is a survival mechanism, a social lubricant, and we act to save our lives every day." People lie constantly, he explained. By not saying what they think. By showing something they don't feel. By trying to give the appearance of feeling something they don't actually feel. Cavett pushed back: "But that's not acting." Brando disagreed: "That is acting. When you're nervous or frightened in this chair, or distressed and angry, you know that is not what is necessary to be shown here, so you control your face. You're a highly controlled person and you have to do that." Cavett argued there had to be gradations. He was motivated in the moment, but he couldn't wake up the next morning and repeat that same performance on command, take after take. Surely that skill, the thing Brando did better than almost anybody, was something different. Brando refused the compliment. He pointed to the office worker who hates his boss but performs enthusiasm for his "impossible notions" day after day to keep his job. Cavett countered that delivering the same line six times, getting "something deeper into it time after time," takes an actor. Everyday performances are one-time things with immediate motivation. "No, they're not one-time things because it's a daily procedure," Brando replied. "The dialogue changes but the motivation doesn't." Then came the moment the interview is remembered for. Brando turned the lens directly on his host: "Right now, you're thinking of 60 things at once: 'Is it getting dull? Is he upset? Is he bored? Is he offended? Here's a good time for a joke.' You're doing this editing at an insane rate with a demeanor of levity and zest, and that finally isn't what goes on in your mind or feelings at all." Cavett's response said everything: "I just feel like all my clothes have been taken off." Brando softened it. "I couldn't do what you do, and that's a different kind of acting; you're playing a different kind of role." Cavett tried one final test. He handed Brando a commercial script and challenged him to read it, any way he wanted. Brando refused flatly: "No, I won't do it." Cavett's closing line: "I'm glad you didn't. The man's incorruptible, and that's what I hoped." Source: The Dick Cavett Show, interview with Marlon Brando (1973)

Marlon Brando once told Dick Cavett that everyone on Earth is an actor. Then he proved it, live on air, by dissecting Cavett himself. It remains one of the most disarming exchanges in talk show history. Cavett opened by pressing Brando on something he had read for years: that Brando considered acting "not a fit profession for a man." Brando deflected at first. "We can't believe the press; I don't know what we can believe in this country." But then, in his words, "in an effort to help your ratings," Brando laid out his real view of acting: "I think that we couldn't survive a second if we weren't able to act; acting is a survival mechanism, a social lubricant, and we act to save our lives every day." People lie constantly, he explained. By not saying what they think. By showing something they don't feel. By trying to give the appearance of feeling something they don't actually feel. Cavett pushed back: "But that's not acting." Brando disagreed: "That is acting. When you're nervous or frightened in this chair, or distressed and angry, you know that is not what is necessary to be shown here, so you control your face. You're a highly controlled person and you have to do that." Cavett argued there had to be gradations. He was motivated in the moment, but he couldn't wake up the next morning and repeat that same performance on command, take after take. Surely that skill, the thing Brando did better than almost anybody, was something different. Brando refused the compliment. He pointed to the office worker who hates his boss but performs enthusiasm for his "impossible notions" day after day to keep his job. Cavett countered that delivering the same line six times, getting "something deeper into it time after time," takes an actor. Everyday performances are one-time things with immediate motivation. "No, they're not one-time things because it's a daily procedure," Brando replied. "The dialogue changes but the motivation doesn't." Then came the moment the interview is remembered for. Brando turned the lens directly on his host: "Right now, you're thinking of 60 things at once: 'Is it getting dull? Is he upset? Is he bored? Is he offended? Here's a good time for a joke.' You're doing this editing at an insane rate with a demeanor of levity and zest, and that finally isn't what goes on in your mind or feelings at all." Cavett's response said everything: "I just feel like all my clothes have been taken off." Brando softened it. "I couldn't do what you do, and that's a different kind of acting; you're playing a different kind of role." Cavett tried one final test. He handed Brando a commercial script and challenged him to read it, any way he wanted. Brando refused flatly: "No, I won't do it." Cavett's closing line: "I'm glad you didn't. The man's incorruptible, and that's what I hoped." Source: The Dick Cavett Show, interview with Marlon Brando (1973)

History Nerd

1,111,530 просмотров • 14 дней назад

I've really debated speaking out about TLC cooper because I have this intense anxiety about being marked as a girl that "causes drama", but I want to share my piece on why I don't think this is an isolated incident for him nor will it be the last time that he behaves this way due to the lack of discipline from FlyQuest. I've been competing in esports since 2017. I've been denied trials because of my gender, hit with every sexist remark, made fun of for my voice, and still despite it all, I compete. A few months ago, 100T delenaa posted a (now deleted) tier list ranking a bunch of different Marvel Rivals players from S to D tier. I forget what I was ranked to be honest, and didn't really pay it much mind until I received a DM from someone showing me that TLC cooper had said something along the lines of (since it's now deleted) "you have me below aramori?? are we serious right now??" At this point I didn't really keep stock of anyone in the scene, I'm particularly bad with names, and I usually don't pay any attention to who I'm playing versus unless they're old teammates of mine (I’ve said this in an interview with Shroud). I did NOT know who he was, only that he was a fellow peer in the competitive scene. my heart dropped when i saw his reply Why was he comparing himself to me when all of my teammates and every other strategist in the scene was also on the list? Why was he not mad that he was below Harvey or Karova, but instead, mad that he was lower than me? The answer left a bad taste in my mouth. Despite not really knowing me, never having played on a team with me, or even talked to me- he had a preconceived notion that I was "bad" or "less than" all of our peers. I responded (screenshot below) "what u say fuck me for" trying to make light of an extremely awkward situation. He responded (screenshot) "woah why are we assuming ily 💖 #MeToo" Me too? The movement where victims of sexual assault gathered an immense amount of courage to come forward and speak about their abusers? I’ve never posted about my own SA stories but why would he feel that its EVER okay to make a dig at someone for something as sinister as sexual assault. And why ME of all people? Because I'm a girl? LOL Me continued to spam #MeToo to me whenever we were in a scrim lobby together and i just never responded. What do you say to someone who makes light of SA? When I saw Ashlyn TTV's video, it didn't surprise me. I was so angry at the hate she received for her voice and him calling her "a fake one too". He had been extremely weird to me in the past but this solidified my feelings, that he was going to continue to behave inappropriately towards women in the scene, treating us as an "other" and insinuating that we are worse or less than because of our gender. All I want for the Marvel Rivals esports scene is for it to be inclusive. I want to be competing side by side with other women. This will NOT happen if we let incidents like this fester with no consequences. I know he is young and I want him to learn from his mistakes, but he needs to understand just how serious this is and how much it affects ALL the women in the scene, not just me and Ashlyn TTV. I'm not getting kicked, by the way.

I've really debated speaking out about TLC cooper because I have this intense anxiety about being marked as a girl that "causes drama", but I want to share my piece on why I don't think this is an isolated incident for him nor will it be the last time that he behaves this way due to the lack of discipline from FlyQuest. I've been competing in esports since 2017. I've been denied trials because of my gender, hit with every sexist remark, made fun of for my voice, and still despite it all, I compete. A few months ago, 100T delenaa posted a (now deleted) tier list ranking a bunch of different Marvel Rivals players from S to D tier. I forget what I was ranked to be honest, and didn't really pay it much mind until I received a DM from someone showing me that TLC cooper had said something along the lines of (since it's now deleted) "you have me below aramori?? are we serious right now??" At this point I didn't really keep stock of anyone in the scene, I'm particularly bad with names, and I usually don't pay any attention to who I'm playing versus unless they're old teammates of mine (I’ve said this in an interview with Shroud). I did NOT know who he was, only that he was a fellow peer in the competitive scene. my heart dropped when i saw his reply Why was he comparing himself to me when all of my teammates and every other strategist in the scene was also on the list? Why was he not mad that he was below Harvey or Karova, but instead, mad that he was lower than me? The answer left a bad taste in my mouth. Despite not really knowing me, never having played on a team with me, or even talked to me- he had a preconceived notion that I was "bad" or "less than" all of our peers. I responded (screenshot below) "what u say fuck me for" trying to make light of an extremely awkward situation. He responded (screenshot) "woah why are we assuming ily 💖 #MeToo" Me too? The movement where victims of sexual assault gathered an immense amount of courage to come forward and speak about their abusers? I’ve never posted about my own SA stories but why would he feel that its EVER okay to make a dig at someone for something as sinister as sexual assault. And why ME of all people? Because I'm a girl? LOL Me continued to spam #MeToo to me whenever we were in a scrim lobby together and i just never responded. What do you say to someone who makes light of SA? When I saw Ashlyn TTV's video, it didn't surprise me. I was so angry at the hate she received for her voice and him calling her "a fake one too". He had been extremely weird to me in the past but this solidified my feelings, that he was going to continue to behave inappropriately towards women in the scene, treating us as an "other" and insinuating that we are worse or less than because of our gender. All I want for the Marvel Rivals esports scene is for it to be inclusive. I want to be competing side by side with other women. This will NOT happen if we let incidents like this fester with no consequences. I know he is young and I want him to learn from his mistakes, but he needs to understand just how serious this is and how much it affects ALL the women in the scene, not just me and Ashlyn TTV. I'm not getting kicked, by the way.

sen aramori

1,454,847 просмотров • 1 год назад

In 1997, at the age of 27, Matt Damon won his first Academy Award for Best Screenplay ("Good Will Hunting"). After Damon won the Oscar, he went home, sat down on his sofa, & looked at the award. As he looked at it, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a heartbreaking thought. "Imagine chasing that, and not getting it, and getting it finally in your 80s or your 90s with all of life behind you and realizing what an unbelievable waste of your life...It can't fill you up. If that's a hole that you have, that won't fill it." "My heart broke," Damon said. "I imagined another one of me [not getting that award until I was] an old man, and going like, 'oh my god. where did my life go? What have I done?' And then it's over." Takeaway 1: Many successful, rich, famous, etc. people talk about chasing success, money, fame, etc., getting it, and realizing that it didn't feel like they thought it would. That it didn't, as Damon said, fill the hole they had. One of my favorite analogies for this pattern comes from Sam Hinkie. Hinkie was asked about what he's learned from reading Robert Caro's books—about some very successful, rich, famous, etc. people. "I think of it like the Pacific Salmon," Hinkie said. "They spend their whole life making this journey upstream to spawn in this one spot. And as soon as they do, they die. That's largely what Caro shows you." Takeaway 2: Before he was a big-time comedian, Hasan Minhaj was asked if he thought he was going to become a big-time comedian. “I don’t like that question,” he said. “I fundamentally don’t like that question.” Because that question implies that he is only doing comedy as a means to some end (success, money, fame, etc.). “No, no, no,” he said, “The set I get to do tonight at 7:20 PM is the win. I get to do comedy—I won. It being predicated on doing X or being bigger than Y—no, no, no. To me, it’s always just been about the work." "The work is the win," as Ryan Holiday once told me. - - - "It's such a gift to be able to [do] something and to love it for the sake of it...I see people with talent, with all those things. But the one thing they don't have is just that love for doing it for the sake of it...So if there's anything, just find joy in what you do for the sake of it." — Rodney Mullen Follow Billy Oppenheimer for more content like this!

In 1997, at the age of 27, Matt Damon won his first Academy Award for Best Screenplay ("Good Will Hunting"). After Damon won the Oscar, he went home, sat down on his sofa, & looked at the award. As he looked at it, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a heartbreaking thought. "Imagine chasing that, and not getting it, and getting it finally in your 80s or your 90s with all of life behind you and realizing what an unbelievable waste of your life...It can't fill you up. If that's a hole that you have, that won't fill it." "My heart broke," Damon said. "I imagined another one of me [not getting that award until I was] an old man, and going like, 'oh my god. where did my life go? What have I done?' And then it's over." Takeaway 1: Many successful, rich, famous, etc. people talk about chasing success, money, fame, etc., getting it, and realizing that it didn't feel like they thought it would. That it didn't, as Damon said, fill the hole they had. One of my favorite analogies for this pattern comes from Sam Hinkie. Hinkie was asked about what he's learned from reading Robert Caro's books—about some very successful, rich, famous, etc. people. "I think of it like the Pacific Salmon," Hinkie said. "They spend their whole life making this journey upstream to spawn in this one spot. And as soon as they do, they die. That's largely what Caro shows you." Takeaway 2: Before he was a big-time comedian, Hasan Minhaj was asked if he thought he was going to become a big-time comedian. “I don’t like that question,” he said. “I fundamentally don’t like that question.” Because that question implies that he is only doing comedy as a means to some end (success, money, fame, etc.). “No, no, no,” he said, “The set I get to do tonight at 7:20 PM is the win. I get to do comedy—I won. It being predicated on doing X or being bigger than Y—no, no, no. To me, it’s always just been about the work." "The work is the win," as Ryan Holiday once told me. - - - "It's such a gift to be able to [do] something and to love it for the sake of it...I see people with talent, with all those things. But the one thing they don't have is just that love for doing it for the sake of it...So if there's anything, just find joy in what you do for the sake of it." — Rodney Mullen Follow Billy Oppenheimer for more content like this!

Billy Oppenheimer

3,256,864 просмотров • 3 лет назад

SN1 EP1: SEPERATION Attention: this post is not to seek validation from anyone here, but it is meant to clarify claims (Rated PG). I will start off this tete-a-tete with the baby mama, then Mutuzo later in the due course. Everyone has to get served with equity and equality now that we are under the gender equality oath. In December 2022, towards Christmas, my woman decided to go to the village for the festivities. It didn't auger well with me but I suggested that she leaves my son so i can have that celebration with him. She bitterly refused to listen to my plea, so she started fussing with not only sharp demeaning words towards me, but also brandishing a sharp knife at me (which was like the 100th time) with other objects. I held onto my son and locked the door but her temperatures boiled with hot magma, to the extent of hitting me with a mingling stick on my forehead, almost uprooting my eye. Eventually, I yielded for the sake of my son, so I handed him over and told my woman to do as she wished. However I told her if she was leaving, she would never be allowed back into my house, the claim she just laughed off with a sneer click. That night, I packed all her belongings and piled them safely. After two full weeks wherever she were, she returned one night alone without my son, she knocked but when I saw no son, I never opened for fear of a harmful attack on me. The next day at 6am, I put the pile of belongings at the door and went for my hustles. It was painful letting go of a 5 year well cultivated relationship which had also resulted into a handsome young boy. I did all this to end the toxicity that was at the peak and stop fights which could have ended in death or severe injuries. They say, to get truth out of a woman, you wait when she is angry. My baby mama spilled sharp claims that made me lose interest and raise suspicious questions. I have never been at the center of my son's prime decision making processes. It is always her little naughty feminist friends or family that dictates what should be done and how. My baby mama will craft any story using my son to extract money from myself and everyone around me, even my mother and distant friends. My son's welfare, and especially education, are very pertinent to me as a father. But it hurts me that my baby mama will get the school, decide whether boarding or day plan, then ask me for school fees at the end of all the important processes. In this economy, much as education is important, it shouldn't be a cut throat for me as a father. I could have a better plan for my son, but alas! I am never invited at the table of decision making. That makes me always think, who is the father of the boy? Those who have seen screenshots from Mutuzo have definitely seen how my baby mama saved my number in her phone, "Big Fool". I am sure you now have a glimpse of the type of woman I was struggling with in my 5 year cohabiting tenure. Moving forward, I love my son and not even his mother's validation plans will alter my love for that boy because he is my rightful heir. All I want is him brought back to my custody and my monitoring. He is a man, I wouldn't want him to become a riff raff just because he is being trained by a bunch of toxic feminists to hate the father. The video below is just a tip of the iceberg from my google drive. I am not posting it to tarnish her, I am posting it to clear claims of me beating her and not being in my son's life. I was ripped off my son against my wish and pray the universe relocates him back to me. As i said, I will be unlocking padlock after padlock. For now, conceptualize this and give me your honest opinions vis-à-vis the accusations that have been laid on me unfairly. I know it is a rebuttal for feminists who saying I beat my woman, but here is my evidence. I will attach a photo of me with a swollen forehead below. I thank you all.

SN1 EP1: SEPERATION Attention: this post is not to seek validation from anyone here, but it is meant to clarify claims (Rated PG). I will start off this tete-a-tete with the baby mama, then Mutuzo later in the due course. Everyone has to get served with equity and equality now that we are under the gender equality oath. In December 2022, towards Christmas, my woman decided to go to the village for the festivities. It didn't auger well with me but I suggested that she leaves my son so i can have that celebration with him. She bitterly refused to listen to my plea, so she started fussing with not only sharp demeaning words towards me, but also brandishing a sharp knife at me (which was like the 100th time) with other objects. I held onto my son and locked the door but her temperatures boiled with hot magma, to the extent of hitting me with a mingling stick on my forehead, almost uprooting my eye. Eventually, I yielded for the sake of my son, so I handed him over and told my woman to do as she wished. However I told her if she was leaving, she would never be allowed back into my house, the claim she just laughed off with a sneer click. That night, I packed all her belongings and piled them safely. After two full weeks wherever she were, she returned one night alone without my son, she knocked but when I saw no son, I never opened for fear of a harmful attack on me. The next day at 6am, I put the pile of belongings at the door and went for my hustles. It was painful letting go of a 5 year well cultivated relationship which had also resulted into a handsome young boy. I did all this to end the toxicity that was at the peak and stop fights which could have ended in death or severe injuries. They say, to get truth out of a woman, you wait when she is angry. My baby mama spilled sharp claims that made me lose interest and raise suspicious questions. I have never been at the center of my son's prime decision making processes. It is always her little naughty feminist friends or family that dictates what should be done and how. My baby mama will craft any story using my son to extract money from myself and everyone around me, even my mother and distant friends. My son's welfare, and especially education, are very pertinent to me as a father. But it hurts me that my baby mama will get the school, decide whether boarding or day plan, then ask me for school fees at the end of all the important processes. In this economy, much as education is important, it shouldn't be a cut throat for me as a father. I could have a better plan for my son, but alas! I am never invited at the table of decision making. That makes me always think, who is the father of the boy? Those who have seen screenshots from Mutuzo have definitely seen how my baby mama saved my number in her phone, "Big Fool". I am sure you now have a glimpse of the type of woman I was struggling with in my 5 year cohabiting tenure. Moving forward, I love my son and not even his mother's validation plans will alter my love for that boy because he is my rightful heir. All I want is him brought back to my custody and my monitoring. He is a man, I wouldn't want him to become a riff raff just because he is being trained by a bunch of toxic feminists to hate the father. The video below is just a tip of the iceberg from my google drive. I am not posting it to tarnish her, I am posting it to clear claims of me beating her and not being in my son's life. I was ripped off my son against my wish and pray the universe relocates him back to me. As i said, I will be unlocking padlock after padlock. For now, conceptualize this and give me your honest opinions vis-à-vis the accusations that have been laid on me unfairly. I know it is a rebuttal for feminists who saying I beat my woman, but here is my evidence. I will attach a photo of me with a swollen forehead below. I thank you all.

MrHashtag🇺🇬 𝕏

1,193,633 просмотров • 1 год назад