General alcazar said:
What the hell are you talking about MDPVagrant ?
It's HUMOR... H-U-M-O-R. How come every time I post something sarcastic or in jest lately, everyone acts like I'm either insulting them or speaking in Martian... ? I may have a crappyass sense of humor, but people keep missing the point completely. Pffwahhtever.
General alcazar said:
These chems are not as simple as binding to a norepi, serotonin or dopamine receptors. They are much more complex,
Heh, MDPV tastes like potatoes... you ain't convincing me potatoes are some kind of complicagated doohickydads like that noreepi dopatone stuff they teachya in school... Taters are just durn SIMPLE, yup.
and likely bind to different subtypes of each receptor, and possibly other yet to be elucidated systems as well. Sure they're all speedy, but they direct the mind in different ways. MDPV and cocaine are distracting - it is difficult for the lab skinks to focus,
Very interesting... MDPV tends to make my rats just as narrowly and obsessively focused as methyl(1R,2R,3S,5S)-3-(benzoyloxy)-8-methyl-8-azabicyclo[3.2.1]octane-2-carboxylate can. Not unheard of around here to literally lose full days (24-hour periods) to deep immersion in a narrow range of activities. Graduate school doesn't create the real specialists, dopaminergics do

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and they are likely to wander aimlessly around their cages, never settling on any one activity (ie-basking, catching flies, bein' skinky) for too long.
Ditto mine, on the rare occasions they come up for air and do stuff like choke a bit of food down. It can definitely scatter attention, but it's equally capable of locking it into obsession... a strange two-sided coin.
The only thing they can focus on for any length of time are skinks of the opposite sex.
Oh yah, mine too. The road of excess leads to the road of excess, which leads to the road of excess... no sign of any palaces, but there's gotta be a driveway on this cul-de-sac somewhere

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BTW, as regards circular paths -- I tend to enjoy watching my labrats run themselves to exhaustion on cagewheels from time to time, but I'm probably one of the most narrow, lazy & unmotivated people you'll ever run into -- most folks who think they 'need a life' would feel a helluva better after meeting me. I don't know anyone else who stays THIN sitting around & doing nothing 24/7, because they aren't motivated enough to bother much with eating. I figure it's mainly brain circuits exposed to 25+ years of on/off heavy partying (crossed with a morbidly anxious childhood), but despite popular belief it's a fairly contented state. Burying yourself in a hole
really is a weirdly functional and trouble-free way to live, if you can manage to work out the particulars.
Cheers...