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  That guy doesn't look all that stable.

Crap, I almost dated a diabetic a while ago. Amazingly enough, I found out that he was, in fact, an asshole.

Also, we still need moar of these vids.

What.

Shit fuck damn.

[husband]

I liked this. Not necessarily very beeping new or revolutionary, but a nice piece of writing, still.

The mind is like a husband, really. Without regular exercise it'll become a fat useless piece of shit that just sits in the corner licking it's balls.

The Machine^tm prefers these ones - they are less inclined to bite

Fixed.

Woah, mitäs helvettiä. Enpä olisi kyllä uskonut Mokoman lyriikoita täällä näkeväni.

Og jeg förstår norsk også, ha. Men jag kan inte prata det så bra, bara svenska.

But RWHN:s post is still Hebrew to me. :/

En minäkään, mutta tässä kävi nyt näin.

Nyt uskomattomat insidevitsit suomeksi niin kukaan ei tajua! Sitten lisätään vielä sattumanvaraisia käyttäjänimiä kuten RWHN, niin ne luulevat että me pilkataan niitä, mutta eivät koskaan saa selville että miten. Haa, vainoharhautuvat. :P Mutta hauskaa, että täällä korpikuusen kannon alla asustaa muitakin PD:n käyttäjiä.

Actually, it's not Hebrew, and I was quite Gaulish to post it.   

This thread is now anti-English, thanks to your helt konstig och nicht so peritus kielitaidolla päteminen.

Woah, mitäs helvettiä. Enpä olisi kyllä uskonut Mokoman lyriikoita täällä näkeväni.

Og jeg förstår norsk også, ha. Men jag kan inte prata det så bra, bara svenska.

But RWHN:s post is still Hebrew to me. :/

Try to not stick apart, living in the middle of nowhere.

Anyway, Roger & Cain own.

I've been translating a shitload of BIP ideas and common Think For Yourself Propaganda to the finfags and spread them all around the country, both IRL and at the interwebs.

I once found a copy of one of my pamphlets in a train, and that was possibly one of the sweetest moments in my life.

"lie and cheat"?

I may be an asshole, but I'm not a politician.

I didn't necessarily mean on this board (which, of course, happens too :P), but IRL. Like, most of us are not die hard moralists who play fair all the time? I mean come on, we're supposed to be a conspiracy here! :/
Anyway, I kind of like the point Nigel made, though saying that all the PD assholes actually care about you and will come to your funeral is slightly exaggerating. Some of the people might, and the 'inner circle' of the most active members probably do, but for newbies this place probably just seems rather full of fucktards and trolls trolling trolls. With all the arguing inside the community there's no ideology in common for all of the people, and so you just have to make something up for yourself, and OMG use your brain.

I would rather live in a world of people dressed like The Crow.

And think, just think if you could have both.

Herbertina: is that you in your avatar?

Yes. That is the second time you ask, by the way. :P And don't start the OH NOES A SUBCULTURE KILL EEEET WITH FIRE!!1 stuff, I have my reasons for occasionally looking Goth.

What the fuck.

I was just about to try and sleep, and now I can't get rid of this image in my head, Raistlin with yellow spiked hair and this bandanna thingy.

Do you have any idea how disturbing this is?
To think of something for some days, then try to write some of the thoughts and questions and ponderings down, end up just sitting with the pen in your hand because you can't really get to anything, then finally give up and just go open the laptop to try to think of something else for a while - and here it is, written by someone else at PDdotfuckingcom. And this just keeps happening.

Hivemind, ITT.

... aw crap. A PD hivemind. Why not, I don't know, Sileny Ota or something? Now that would be something to hivemind to.
From this day forth, I shall quit thinking of all this BIP shit, and instead, run into walls.

A friend of mine, who watched me lurking here and was startled by the amount of nasty evil asshattery around this place, asked why I search the company of such awful fucktards and jaded misanthropes - people who most definitely are not nice, who lie and cheat and argue without even having a proper reason for that.

Well that friend was a cabbage, obviously.

If you spend time in a community which mostly bashes its members and tries its very best to fuck their reality up in completely unfair manners, you really don't have a reason to trust that community. Sure, the people there have great ideas, they can sometimes even cooperate to produce brilliant fireworks of anti-spaggotry and WIN, but at random times, they just turn their backs and mock and deride you for whatever reasons they invent.

In caring and friendly communities, you learn that the people around you are on your side and want to see you succeed in life - you begin to believe they know what's good for you, that their rules and manners are actually designed to set you free.
But if the people around you are filled with the beautiful, annoying, horrible, wonderful little thing called discord, you obviously begin to question them. Unless you are a godawful jerk, that is. The group does not develop a strong dogmatic code of behaviour, or at least not as strong as the one found in more loving communities. Fuckers make you use your brain; Discordians should stick apart, and in this case, the best way to do so is getting together.

We are teh Discordian society and we love you by throwing shit all over your ugly little spagface, spag.

Uh, seriously though, think about it. A world like PD?

Do you have any idea how disturbing this is?
To think of something for some days, then try to write some of the thoughts and questions and ponderings down, end up just sitting with the pen in your hand because you can't really get to anything, then finally give up and just go open the laptop to try to think of something else for a while - and here it is, written by someone else at PDdotfuckingcom. And this just keeps happening.

As of now, I don't really have anything groundbreaking to say on the subject, but anyway.
This free will you mentioned - did you mean a core of some kind, like something in us even deeper than the social and physical limitations, ideals and things we are constructed of? A soul or something? (Blah. And I guess that's not relevant, as it can't really be proved that it exists, nor that it doesn't, but well.)

The resistance then. As the bricks in each person are arranged very differently, making it impossible for governments and suchlikes to shape everyone in the same pattern without causing different reactions, the people will not do as the government tells them because, well, the bricks the government is trying to feed them are in conflict with the other bricks. Uh, I don't know if I'm making any sense now, or if I'm just stating the obvious, or whatever.
But moar thinking shall occur, and I might write some more sense-making stuff later, or then just keep lurking. (Cramulus is my excuse for not being able to make sense, as I've been spreading Easter eggs all over the town today and am dead tired at the moment. Fuck this, it's not even Easter yet! But come on, Spiderman eggs. Filled with red-blue-silver glitter. They deserved it.)

Also, the kind wish for a concept dictionary, seconded.

I'll take some once I get home to find my camera.

Cain: thank you for the advice. That is mostly what I've been doing for a few years. Reading, writing, stealing my brother's math books, learning skills from martial arts to scuba diving, practising mindfuck and just funny pranks, studying clever psychological things, developing my worldview, testing out different polyphasic sleep schedules, climbing radio masts. But yeah, admittedly I still do waste a lot of time just being bored, though I could use in more creative ways.

The appearance, well. What the teachers see is that I laugh a lot, remember to say good morning to them, have many happy goth friends, seldom say a rude word, am a slightly bohemian and funny-looking art-lover, but always Do My Homeworks, usually before they are even given.
They know that sometimes I sleep or read my own books on the lessons, but they also know that if I do, I have already done what they told me to do, for I am such a nice and diligent girl. Skipping school, well, they don't want to complain as long as I keep getting these grades and not disturbing the lessons.

Besides, if you do in fact know everything worth knowing, get a fucking teaching degree and do something about your shitty system. Get kids to be as informed and adamant about knowledge as you are. As soon as I get the money I'm going back to school for history and secondary education. I want to turn a shitload of degenerate teenagers into history nerds, even if it means dressing in costume for certain chapters and making them collect sales receipts with totals that actually equal historical dates or years. There's ways to make learning fun, I just think that a lot of teachers today either A: Aren't allowed to have fun, B: Don't want to.

But... I don't have any interest in teaching kids, on a long run.
It could be awesome for them to have a teacher who makes them LARP Communists and plan their own World Wars, but it's nothing I want to spend much of my life doing.

Right now I'm leading a club for Cristian kids every week. I was bored one day and decided to try and get the job so I could test if it's possible to plant little seeds of Thinking into them before their parents manage to completely Christ them up. The church folks hired me, and I even get paid for it. I've been feeding them not-so-Christian messages and common herecy for months and no one has complained yet. Funny, because my Atheism is widely known here and many know that I do Strange Stuff, like roleplaying. But then again I always smile and look normal when they come to get their kids home, so I couldn't possibly be a wicked witch or a Discordian or anything.

As a result of a shitload of soap opera and angst and drama, I just received a beautiful snow-white wedding dress. I was told to do whatever I want with it, including burning, tearing and burying it, dressing a snowman in it, handing it out to a stranger, filling it with safety pins and spikes and chains, etc.
As I'll probably have use for it in many mindfuckeries, I don't really want to ruin it unless it's for great justice and epic WIN, but there are so many things to do with it.

- Wearing it, I could run to the nearest bar (muttering bitterly and looking like I've cried my eyes out) and buy all the booze I want despite the fact that I am way under the legal age. Okay, it's proven that I don't need a wedding dress for getting in, but this would be funney though I don't even like alcohol that much.
- I could mail it to a stranger.
- I could bury it for a few days, then put it on and walk slowly from the cemetery to the town. Looking like a living dead is almost my profession, so this would be a nice add. (Even better if I could actually rise from under all the snow, hmm. The poor people wouldn't notice me in all the whiteyness until I'm right in front of them.)
- I could actually put it on a snowman somewhere and leave it there.
- The street improvisation possibilities are endless - I'm in a small artist crew that probably would like to join a wedding flashmob on the street. Random people just suddenly arranging themselves into a priest, a young pair and their weeping parents. Quick, really odd vows and then keep walking as if it never happened.
- Or I could ask someone to play my fiancé in the middle of a mall, desperately trying to get her beloved sweetheart back to the church. ("The goat was a horrible mistake, I know, but please forgive me! Annabelle, come back!")
- I could stain the dress with blood and let it dry, then get an urn, and sit with it in the same bus or on a bench the whole day, just looking into nothingness with hollow eyes. It should creep the fuck out of people.
- I'm sure the store cashier would wake up from her boring routines if I wore the dress and bought a really strange combo of stuff. Like twelve cucumbers, a body builder magazine, some doorknobs and an axe.

Maybe this has little to do with spreading the word or actually forcing people to Think, but hey, it's fun. (And it could be of use in the more thought-provoking stuff too. Discordian Weddings™, spoiling the best day of your life by showing up in the church looking like the bride and throwing apples at your mother.)