...I'm having a very bad month, head-wise.
I am making a very strong effort to not treat you all like a pack of plotting hyenas, though. So that's something.
... And it's not even February yet. Shit.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 25, 2012, 09:27:20 PM
... And it's not even February yet. Shit.
Close enough. The difference between now and a couple of years back is that the severity is much lower, and I know it's happening.
Example: I know Enabler isn't really poisoning my food. I still have to force myself to take the first bite.
Difference is, now I CAN force myself.
I'm not posting much, because my default position is that everything everyone says is a sly insult of some kind, and that I'm being ignored or shunned. I know this isn't the case, but it's hard to shake that feeling.
Sorry to hear that, Roger.
I'm totally a plotting hyena, though. Not against you, but yeah, always plotting, always with the sinister laugh.
Oh, and my matriarch has a vestigial penis.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on January 25, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
Sorry to hear that, Roger.
Worse things happen to people every day.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on January 25, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
Oh, and my matriarch has a vestigial penis.
Mine has a full-out hard on.
It's good that you're aware of the patterned thinking, and doing what you can to combat it. Take care of yourself.
Quote from: Eve on January 25, 2012, 09:39:40 PM
It's good that you're aware of the patterned thinking, and doing what you can to combat it. Take care of yourself.
Oh, no problem there. I'm in RICHTER MODE.
This involves watching everyone around me like a hawk, in case they lunge at me suddenly. This doesn't work on Richter, mind you. He's already moving, and it's too late.
Hang in.
For what it's worth, if I ever decide to enact your demise you will have warning so we can build huge fucking horrormechs and duke it out in the desert with proper film coverage.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on January 25, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
Sorry to hear that, Roger.
I'm totally a plotting hyena, though. Not against you, but yeah, always plotting, always with the sinister laugh.
Oh, and my matriarch has a vestigial penis.
We're still on for carrion and cackling at lost caravan travelers tomorrow, right?
Aw Rog, sorry to hear your head's buzzing. You kick ass and I hope you feel better soon.
Quote from: Richter on January 25, 2012, 09:44:11 PM
Hang in.
For what it's worth, if I ever decide to enact your demise you will have warning so we can build huge fucking horrormechs and duke it out in the desert with proper film coverage.
"Don't fire until you see the whites of their headlights", Richter said while hoisting an RPG7 onto his shoulder, "I mean, we have plenty of ammo, but it's
not sporting."
Quote from: Cramulus on January 25, 2012, 09:44:18 PM
Aw Rog, sorry to hear your head's buzzing. You kick ass and I hope you feel better soon.
Thanks. This gets milder and less frequent as time goes on, but this particular one's a bugger.
And while you're worried everyone's plotting, I'm sitting here, worried that I come of as offensive, obnoxious and stupid to everyone I meet.
I feel ya, dog.
Quote from: navkat on January 25, 2012, 09:56:20 PM
And while you're worried everyone's plotting, I'm sitting here, worried that I come of as offensive, obnoxious and stupid to everyone I meet.
I feel ya, dog.
You are obnoxious, though not offensive or stupid.
Thing is, 99% of the people I know that are worth knowing are obnoxious. I know I am.
EoC, I'm so sorry to hear about your matriarch's penis.
Roger, feel free to hit me up on PM's if you need to talk it out. I remember the paranoia I was in a couple years ago. Its not a good place. Imma second what Eve said about recognising the pattern, it's half the battle.
You can at least take some solace in that you recognize what is going on. That's definitely a good sign.
It's when you don't realise it that it becomes the problem, as you know all too well.
Quote from: Cain on January 25, 2012, 10:07:43 PM
You can at least take some solace in that you recognize what is going on. That's definitely a good sign.
It's when you don't realise it that it becomes the problem, as you know all too well.
Yeah. Bad times.
Quote from: Pixie on January 25, 2012, 10:03:27 PM
Roger, feel free to hit me up on PM's if you need to talk it out. I remember the paranoia I was in a couple years ago. Its not a good place. Imma second what Eve said about recognising the pattern, it's half the battle.
Thanks.
Quote from: Richter on January 25, 2012, 09:44:11 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on January 25, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
Sorry to hear that, Roger.
I'm totally a plotting hyena, though. Not against you, but yeah, always plotting, always with the sinister laugh.
Oh, and my matriarch has a vestigial penis.
We're still on for carrion and cackling at lost caravan travelers tomorrow, right?
Hmm I'll be up late crying into the night in hopes a woman will give birth to a thief, so maybe later in the day. They're always more despairing when the sun is high anyway.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on January 25, 2012, 09:59:54 PM
EoC, I'm so sorry to hear about your matriarch's penis.
Don't feel too bad, she wasn't missing it like Whoopie Goldberg.
Aw. :( I hope this passes reasonably quickly.
I hear you, Rog. I've been in a pretty bad place too lately, though my problem is more that I seem to have lost the ability to laugh.
Here's hoping we both get over it.
:(
You are a truly excellent man from what little I know of you, and I hope you'll get better soon!
Hang in there, man, and call or PM if you feel the need.
Get better quick, Rog. No one else has the training or skills needed to keep the Mind Lazors properly calibrated. Next thing you know we'll be all forming our own opinions and shit.
Oh, and that whole "I hope you feel better because I think you're awesome and deserve to have a good time, regardless of what your biology thinks" thing. That too. :wink:
WOMP for your entertainment forthcoming. Got side tracked tonight.
I know how you feel Rog. I had a horrendously epic Paranoid episode when I was about 20. Totally self induced, but quite a ride. It started off in a Dairy, with a little skinny Lancashire Biker, and 350 Durophet tablets. And wound up 8 days later, with me hiding in a big wardrobe, laid on the floor in the dark.
Being in the dark, made me notice the flashes whenever the secret cameras hidden in the drywall (I think) took a picture. Then dead rock stars began walking through the walls, stopping for a quick "Hello" and floating away again. Jim Morrisson. Hendrix. Sid. Gene Vincent. And the thing is, I wasn't fazed because it all seemed so everyday and normal for that to happen.
Then I heard boots coming up the stairs, and I knew they'd found me. They stopped outside my door, and I heard a voice say "Shall we wait for him to come out, or shall we kick the door in?"
I looked through the crack under the door, and saw two pairs of shiny black boots. They were very military looking. So I climbed out of the window, risking getting torn apart by the mob. Who had luckily vanished by then. (It was about 3am) It all seemed so . . . . . . real?
I was hallucinating my head off for about 4 days, but it wasn't like I'd taken acid. If it was I could have said to myself "It's just the acid, I'll be fine in a few hours". Turned out I'd been steadily descending into amphetamine psychosis for days. No-one fucking warned me about that shit! It's nostalgic to look back at it now, 25 years later, but fucking hell, I thought I'd totally permanently fried my brain.
Someone had tried at some point (Day 5) to bring me back down to Earth with Temazepam and Scotch. Apparently I was very drunk, insensibly drunk, no limbic function to speak of, just spastic twitches, from the imaginary electric shock therapy I wasn't really getting.
However, I still had 3 hippopotamus sized doses of speed coursing around in my system. So I was trying to speak at 300 miles an hour, but my poor tongue was too drunk to make words. I'm told was like a frothy Pentecostal, with cerebral palsy, in full "Speaking in tongues" epiphany mode. For 10 hours.
So Day 6 found me wrapped in a curtain in a neighbour's kitchen, at dawn, with 2 empty Chivas Regal bottles. (I know! I must have been quite far gone to merit Chivas) So I ducked out. Things were a bit hectic in town, I was getting stalked by pigeons, and insulted by seagulls.
Next thing I know, It's a day and a half later, and I'm in a dark wooden box. At first I thought I'd been buried. But the coat-hangers I'd been using for a pillow gave it away. But I felt better. I'd like to be able to say I learned something valuable from the whole experience. Like "And I never took speed again" but I can't.
I did learn that Paranoia can be a fun place to visit for an afternoons light tripping. But you don't want to be going Native there. Or even miss your Bus home. (Or I don't.) I'm so truly thankful that I didn't end up coming to the attention of any Medical Professional during those days.
"We will destroy those enemies, but we must first know the enemies.
And the enemies are the Devils, that hide in our minds, and make us less than happy."
Mine's not as cool as that. Some time ago, I got a virus that hung around just long enough to chew up part of my brain, and made me stone paranoid (alongside other delusions). It eventually eased off, with a little help from Big Pharma.
Every once in a while I get little relapses.
Roger, I've come to uncover a plot against you. It's masterminded by none other than me.
But it seems like it's a flawless plan so I don't mind telling you about it.
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:potd:
(wow I haven't used two potds in one day in a lonnnng time)
Wooooooooow! :lulz:
Twid, you have made my day.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 26, 2012, 05:35:44 PM
Wooooooooow! :lulz:
Twid, you have made my day.
Mission accomplished. :D
And now I owe Twid a beer.
Roger - hope this passes soon. Sounds like you've got a handle on it and, as you say, it diminishes over time. (And, I believe, practise.)
One thing that's troubling me though. Were the squirrels ill tempered first and then put into the catapault or were they perfectly happy and became ill tempered when they had been co-opted as projectiles?
Quote from: Mangrove on January 26, 2012, 06:04:04 PM
Roger - hope this passes soon. Sounds like you've got a handle on it and, as you say, it diminishes over time. (And, I believe, practise.)
One thing that's troubling me though. Were the squirrels ill tempered first and then put into the catapault or were they perfectly happy and became ill tempered when they had been co-opted as projectiles?
You must begin with ill tempered squirrels. The calm ones don't go properly rabid upon impact.
Quote from: Mangrove on January 26, 2012, 06:04:04 PM
Roger - hope this passes soon. Sounds like you've got a handle on it and, as you say, it diminishes over time. (And, I believe, practise.)
One thing that's troubling me though. Were the squirrels ill tempered first and then put into the catapault or were they perfectly happy and became ill tempered when they had been co-opted as projectiles?
They were ill tempered first.
Quote from: Luna on January 26, 2012, 06:05:41 PM
Quote from: Mangrove on January 26, 2012, 06:04:04 PM
Roger - hope this passes soon. Sounds like you've got a handle on it and, as you say, it diminishes over time. (And, I believe, practise.)
One thing that's troubling me though. Were the squirrels ill tempered first and then put into the catapault or were they perfectly happy and became ill tempered when they had been co-opted as projectiles?
You must begin with ill tempered squirrels. The calm ones don't go properly rabid upon impact.
This. :)
You made me a guard for the airforce?
YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quote from: Luna on January 26, 2012, 06:05:41 PM
Quote from: Mangrove on January 26, 2012, 06:04:04 PM
Roger - hope this passes soon. Sounds like you've got a handle on it and, as you say, it diminishes over time. (And, I believe, practise.)
One thing that's troubling me though. Were the squirrels ill tempered first and then put into the catapault or were they perfectly happy and became ill tempered when they had been co-opted as projectiles?
You must begin with ill tempered squirrels. The calm ones don't go properly rabid upon impact.
Thank you. It's the small details that count.
Quote from: Don Coyote on January 26, 2012, 06:07:28 PM
You made me a guard for the airforce?
YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just figured the air force was aware they can't guard important stuff for shit and subcontracted...
That, or Twid wants you to take messy revenge.
Quote from: Don Coyote on January 26, 2012, 06:07:28 PM
You made me a guard for the airforce?
YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You were on loan from the army.
Quote from: Billy the Twid on January 26, 2012, 06:12:37 PM
Quote from: Don Coyote on January 26, 2012, 06:07:28 PM
You made me a guard for the airforce?
YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You were on loan from the army.
The Salvation Army don't 'loan' people out! He must have been on a Black Op. So, Sshh! Loose lips bite nips!
Quote from: BadBeast on January 26, 2012, 06:33:24 PM
Quote from: Billy the Twid on January 26, 2012, 06:12:37 PM
Quote from: Don Coyote on January 26, 2012, 06:07:28 PM
You made me a guard for the airforce?
YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You were on loan from the army.
The Salvation Army don't 'loan' people out! He must have been on a Black Op. So, Sshh! Loose lips bite nips!
Whoops! I'll be more careful about that sort of thing.
Ahahahaha Twid, that's awesome!
THAT WAS AMAZING. :D
Feel moar better, Roger!
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on January 26, 2012, 05:25:20 PM
Roger, I've come to uncover a plot against you. It's masterminded by none other than me.
But it seems like it's a flawless plan so I don't mind telling you about it.
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Bump for Navkat
Quote from: Mangrove on January 26, 2012, 06:10:43 PM
Quote from: Luna on January 26, 2012, 06:05:41 PM
Quote from: Mangrove on January 26, 2012, 06:04:04 PM
Roger - hope this passes soon. Sounds like you've got a handle on it and, as you say, it diminishes over time. (And, I believe, practise.)
One thing that's troubling me though. Were the squirrels ill tempered first and then put into the catapault or were they perfectly happy and became ill tempered when they had been co-opted as projectiles?
You must begin with ill tempered squirrels. The calm ones don't go properly rabid upon impact.
Thank you. It's the small details that count.
I always thought the catapult was a nice touch, however, it's not really sporting. For real action, I propose a skeet-launcher, several of them, propelling said rodents in rapid fire succession. Easier and quicker to reload, only the squeet-launcher can provide the trajectory and impact velocity we have all come to know and love. For a limited time, they are offering to lend us some armored mole-rats replete with weaponized rabies and muskrat spongiform, if we promise to take pictures of them dressed in military regalia? (they never specified before or after)
Awwwww...I want to be the one who gets to probe the aliens. Howcome LMNO always gets all the cool shit?
SQUIRRELS ARE NOT AMMUNITION!
Quote from: navkat on March 07, 2012, 11:48:52 AM
Awwwww...I want to be the one who gets to probe the aliens. Howcome LMNO always gets all the cool shit?
SHUT UP AND START ACTING LIKE AN ALIEN. IT'S
PROBIN' TIME!
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 07, 2012, 01:10:13 PM
Quote from: navkat on March 07, 2012, 11:48:52 AM
Awwwww...I want to be the one who gets to probe the aliens. Howcome LMNO always gets all the cool shit?
SHUT UP AND START ACTING LIKE AN ALIEN. IT'S PROBIN' TIME!
YAYYYYY! My favourite is when we play the "E.T.'s fingers" game. If I'm a good girl, will you feed me another Reese's Pieces?
Quote from: navkat on March 07, 2012, 01:22:18 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 07, 2012, 01:10:13 PM
Quote from: navkat on March 07, 2012, 11:48:52 AM
Awwwww...I want to be the one who gets to probe the aliens. Howcome LMNO always gets all the cool shit?
SHUT UP AND START ACTING LIKE AN ALIEN. IT'S PROBIN' TIME!
YAYYYYY! My favourite is when we play the "E.T.'s fingers" game. If I'm a good girl, will you feed me another Reese's Pieces?
Sure, but it won't be your mouth...
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 07, 2012, 01:23:53 PM
Quote from: navkat on March 07, 2012, 01:22:18 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 07, 2012, 01:10:13 PM
Quote from: navkat on March 07, 2012, 11:48:52 AM
Awwwww...I want to be the one who gets to probe the aliens. Howcome LMNO always gets all the cool shit?
SHUT UP AND START ACTING LIKE AN ALIEN. IT'S PROBIN' TIME!
YAYYYYY! My favourite is when we play the "E.T.'s fingers" game. If I'm a good girl, will you feed me another Reese's Pieces?
Sure, but it won't be your mouth...
I just love when we use those flexible bore-cleaner flashlights and pretend you're ET, I'm Eliot and my starfish is "wounded."
OUCH!
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Quote from: Bebek Sincap Ratatosk on March 07, 2012, 12:21:39 PM
SQUIRRELS ARE NOT AMMUNITION!
Think of them as paratroopers, except in reverse.
Exactly
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 07, 2012, 04:29:54 PM
Quote from: Bebek Sincap Ratatosk on March 07, 2012, 12:21:39 PM
SQUIRRELS ARE NOT AMMUNITION!
Think of them as paratroopers, except in reverse.
The peanut butter makes it consensual :lulz: