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So, is this mental masturbation ever going to climax into something useful, or are you all just going to continue throw cultural jargon at each other to look clever?

Cain,
not seeing anything practical arising from this.

I love that one Cain - saw it ages ago and spread it around as much as I could. It was even my desktop for a long stretch at work.

I found it by mistake, but since my pet conspiracy theory is that NeoCons are really Trotskyites pretending to be fascists, it amuses me muchly.

AGAIN

there is nothing about Discordianism that would prevent you from being a Christian.  If anything, Discordianism could be said to encourage you to be a Christian, in that it loves it when people get fooled, especially when they fool themselves.

On the other hand, you're probably being intellectually dishonest with yourself if you think Christianity allows you to be a Discordian.  I am among those who say if you're going to believe something, believe it.  Even if half of it's crap, and God knows at least half of Christianity is crap.  But its scriptures and doctrine are at least mature, and it's fairly obvious that it's an exclusive religion.  If you're going to believe half of it and toss the rest out, what's the point?  If you're in it at all you might as well be in it completely.

FUCK YOU FASCIST!  I WORSHIP GOD, JESUS, OSIRIS, TAMMUZ AND HERA AND YOU HURT MY FEELINGS!

Nah, not really.

Well, not as far as I'm concerned, and since I'm 99% certain most of you are either rogue bots who have achieved self-awareness or FBI agents, only my opinion really matters.

What, you expect me to read the entire thread before responding?

Conversating with yoarself FTL

I call alt.

Wrong.

If you want to be a consumer whore

so, people should never buy things?

should we all go back to the barter system?

that would require everyone to be a producer somehow.

Kaienne, what tangible valuables would YUO produce in our new barter economy?

ECH,
actually serious, doubts you'll be able to give a serious answer

LAIL.

E/O/T

I checked my handiwork one more time, holding it up to the light and superimposing the signature over it.  It had taken a lot of practice, but this was pretty damn good, even if I did say so myself.  Given previously I had only ever forged sick notes for absences, this was pretty passable, I reckoned.  If I could take it to the photocopier's during the lunchbreak, it meant my second assault would take place tomorrow.

It had been three weeks since the theft.  Three weeks I had spent ignoring my classes even more than ordinary, and instead building my network among the more disgruntled students, aimed at bringing the entire college and larger school to a screaming halt.

Recruiting had been surprisingly easy.  With the news that the new Common Room, which had been promised to every Sixth Form for the last 8 years, had yet again been delayed and would not be complete until the summer (after we had left), coming quick on the heels of the committee meeting, several people had been especially pissed off.

The first thing we had done was to switch off the surveillance system, the CCTV cameras that had been installed at great expense the previous year.  There were black spots, especially indoors, but they were still not very helpful, not at all.  And people don't like being treated like criminals, which is exactly what putting them under surveillance is doing.  And quite ironic, given the circumstances.  Dealing with them had been very easy, because someone had splashed out on cameras that worked quite well in the dark, too.  Unfortunately, a side effect of this was to make them rather susceptible to powerful lasers, according to my research.

Now though, it was the perfect time to throw a monkey wrench into the paperwork.  The old saying goes that time is money, and since there was little chance of any of us stealing the money back, time would have to replace it.

It was remarkably simple.  The school letterhead for internal documents was easily available on the website, all one needed was a relatively high quality printer and the signatures.  After that, it was a simple matter of dropping them into the correct folders, which were conveniently accessible to students and not under any sort of watch.

Soon, several dozen teachers would receive papers asking them to attend an after school meeting with a particular teacher on the committee.  But that teacher would not actually get one of these papers, or even know about this meeting.  Too bad really, as his co-workers were going to be pissed at him the next day, for his lack of show.

I smiled to myself.  Soon life was going to get very uncomfortable for those motherfuckers.  And I was enjoying every minute of it.

Another thing I was enjoying was the self-defence classes I was being "made" to assistant instruct at, for my sins.  Apparently, you're not allowed to drop Phys Ed half way through a term, even if the only actual sport you like is taken.  After some hefty negotation, I managed to get myself this "punishment" instead of something more traditional.  Oh, what pain it was, teaching self-defence to 18 year old girls.  Yep, life was pretty good currently.

I did the warm-up, then went through a few drills with the prick of an instructor, before wandering off to critique technique.  As it happened, I ended up by Lara as she was swapping partners.  Under the pretence of wanting to show me her sparring ability, she whispered "hey, did you have anything to do with the CCTV cameras?  Because the committee were pretty pissed, it has to be said."

I only grinned in response, which she returned.  I then nearly punched her in the head.  A small part of me, which was watching the fight, warned myself to slow down and take it more easily, like I planned to for this session.  But my higher brain was simply freewheeling, letting my body go through the motions while I planned a whole different sort of game plan.  It was time to up the pressure, make some people really sweat.  Cameras and paperwork were all fun, but I needed to really think of something devastating...

Nope.  It was the "you haven't a choice" angle that did it for me.

This reminds me of Entreri returning to Calimport in the Silent Blade.

It seemed very odd when I read that part of the book, actually.  More than deja vu.  Its strange, knowing an author can describe your situation so well without having ever known about it.

well that's ominous

Not really.  Peru and Last Laugh are the only 2 things I have done over a period of time where I can relate most of the story, with it actually being a worthwhile read.  Also, Last Laugh is very much me bragging my sins (ie; letting many of my tricks out of the bag) and so serves another function too.

Irish/Scottish on my father's side.  Yorkish aristocracy on my mother's side.  Possibly some French, too, from the mother's side.

I think it is better that people connect via the internet, in many ways.  It allows for making connections based on interests and personality, not on factors like place of birth, distance and expense.

As for aloneness, I find that isn't much of a factor.  People who use social networking sites (ie Myspace, Facebook) often use those to organize events much more easily, with their entire group of friends knowing, than could be done before.  The fact is I know pretty much where every party is going down in every single place I have ever had a friend.  I'll know people they know, and I'll have a total blast of a time.

I may have to get one of those.  I just checked, 4 gig of books 

Sadly it wont be.  Last Laugh is the final autobiographical work I am doing.  I just threw this up because I felt it touched on a number of useful points.  For instance, turning situations to ones advantage.  Dealing with apathy.  Etc