I forgot; it's that simple. I was clowning around, but things got a little busy at work, and there was no end of stress at Casa Roger, and then one day I looked around and things just aren't right. Something is missing.
I looked around the house, and everything seemed to be in order. There was no evidence that the upside down people had been through, and everything appeared to be in its proper place. Walking outside, I saw the same thing. All of my neighbors glaring at each other over their fences, looking for Home Owners' Association violations to report. Up in the sky, the usual cargo zeppelins and ultra-lights were flying around, on their daily errands. Far to the South, I could hear the rumblings of artillery, as the Air Force Reserve tangled with the Army Reserve over facilities usage. Just another Sunday morning in heaven, right?
Then it hit me...All these things I own - all these things I see around me – bring me no joy. From the Takuro Spirit in my driveway, to the weird fucking data pad that does everything for me but make coffee (and I hear there's an app for that), to the fortified gate on the entrance to my community. It's all shit, because I am not having fun. I REMEMBER fun, but I don't remember how to HAVE it.
I have nobody to blame but myself, of course. All of this was explained by Kerry Thornely and Ivan Stang and of course "Bob". I understood what they told me, at the time, and it worked. And if it worked THEN, it will work NOW. There's really nothing TO it but to DO it. This slackless existence, is of course, the product of ME not being serious about having a good time. And this has to stop.
I mean, for real...No matter what your situation in life is, there's really no excuse for letting it get you down. You get precisely one (1) whip 'round the amusement park ride, and you never know when it ends. So you really have to work at enjoying it. You need rock n roll, you need to laugh til your spleen falls out, you need to EAT THE HELL OUT OF THAT SOYBURGER!
Yes, the world is full of horrible things that happen to people who don't particularly deserve it. Yes, there is injustice everywhere. Yes, you're fucking broke. NONE OF THESE ARE GOOD REASONS FOR NOT GETTING YOUR MONKEY ON.
Roger's diagnosis: Excessive false slack toxicity. Booze, drugs, television...All that shit. It is between you and your REAL Slack™.
Roger's prescription: Do something new today...Even if it's just taking a walk. Meet new people. Go out of your way to do this. If you go to the store, be really nice and polite to the employees. That will make them feel better, and doing so will make YOU feel better (surprisingly better, in fact). If you've got a few bucks, go catch a local band you've never heard of before today. Or go to some mom & pop coffee shop and strike up a conversation with someone. Drop a random compliment on someone and keep walking.
Augmented Care: If you are having issues with your appearance, or your body image, or whatever, I suggest you NOT GIVE A FUCK TODAY. Seriously. Stride out into the world like you OWN IT, and just DO shit. Again, you get ONE ride. Don't spend it sitting in the house all fucking day.
That's it. Now, fuck off and do something. Anything.
AMEN to that!
BRB, party rocking.
Unable due to angry storm gods. Can i do on wednesday?
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 05:16:59 PM
Unable due to angry storm gods. Can i do on wednesday?
Tomorrow isn't there.
Bad timing for this advice on the East Coast, will try to do what I can indoors.
My days have been chaulk full of people and chilling and hanging out and good times of late. The alternative is too mindnumbingly awful to contemplate.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on October 29, 2012, 05:18:21 PM
Bad timing for this advice on the East Coast, will try to do what I can indoors.
What? You fuckers never heard of a hurricane party?
Hurricane party? Thats not how we roll. The hurricane party is at the supermarket. Its a little late for shopping at this point. Nows the time where we put unfortunate news reporters on a beach in hull or provincetown or scituate. Mainly because we want them to suffer and we like the sound of wind overwhelming microphones.
Also there might still be storm gods in the area tomorrow.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 05:25:24 PM
Hurricane party? Thats not how we roll. The hurricane party is at the supermarket. Its a little late for shopping at this point. Nows the time where we put unfortunate news reporters on a beach in hull or provincetown or scituate. Mainly because we want them to suffer and we like the sound of wind overwhelming microphones.
Also there might still be storm gods in the area tomorrow.
Never mind.
:?
Clearly OP was not actually telling you to go outside into a hurricane. I mean, unless that's fun for you. If it isn't fun for you, I'm pretty sure it was telling you to do the exact opposite.
No i figured that roger wasnt advising me to go out in the storm. I must not have expressed myself that well.
Look, forget I said anything.
You may now return to your tasks.
Sorry man.
Dont know what it is but i apologize.
I am going to do this. I spend too much time aimlessly wandering the internet (OH HAI TUMBLR) and while I do learn new things there, it's still false slack. I was unable to sleep last night, so I'm not going to run like I was wanting to (I genuinely like running, but being this tired makes me angry and running while angry is not actually any fun), but after I do my homework, I'm going to skip out on my evening internet hours and do something creative instead.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 05:47:12 PM
Sorry man.
Dont know what it is but i apologize.
Why are you apologizing to me? I'M going to hang out with cheerfully doomed perverts tonight, and I'm going to have WRONGFUN while I'm doing it. You guys can sit at home and fucking listen to The Cure or The Smiths or Linkin Park or whatever it is you do when there's sufficient excuse not to do something DIFFERENT. It's no skin off MY scabby arse.
AH, THE PLEASURES OF ENNUI! EET EES ALL SO BORRRRING! *holds cig backwards*
And the BEST part is everyone who is DETERMINED to be bored and/or miserable felt the need to come on this thread and post the many and varied reasons why they can't have fun! Just to make sure that I know that life is SAD and BORING and TOO MUCH FUCKING EFFORT (wheeze)! I don't find this offensive or anything, just interesting. I have to drive 30 miles to do anything, and your shit is RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR. I've SEEN it. It's RIGHT THERE.
Aw, who am I kidding? It's just another day, right? And there are an infinite number of those. THERE IS NO PARTY, ANYWHERE.
Except for Waffle of course, who has, I might add, as good a reason as anyone to be upset about things...But he's STILL going to go find the fun. HE is a rock n roller. Or at least his beard is.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 05:50:28 PM
I am going to do this. I spend too much time aimlessly wandering the internet (OH HAI TUMBLR) and while I do learn new things there, it's still false slack. I was unable to sleep last night, so I'm not going to run like I was wanting to (I genuinely like running, but being this tired makes me angry and running while angry is not actually any fun), but after I do my homework, I'm going to skip out on my evening internet hours and do something creative instead.
In limited doses, anything can be slack, including PD. Hell, even TV. IN LIMITED DOSES.
So, yeah, turn the fucking things off and go find out where the world went.
Well like i said theres always wednesday. Hurricanes arent really an excuse so much as a bad idea to mess with. I am having fun even if im stuck inside.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 06:06:32 PM
Well like i said theres always wednesday. Hurricanes arent really an excuse so much as a bad idea to mess with. I am having fun even if im stuck inside.
Are you?
Best part is that nobody actually READ my post.
For evidence, see paragraph 2.
:? I did read it and I don't see how the second paragraph has anything to do with that.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:30:04 PM
:? I did read it and I don't see how the second paragraph has anything to do with that.
BRB have to unload cargo zeppelin over at shipping & receiving.
:lulz:
I assumed that was supposed to be funny.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:35:15 PM
I assumed that was supposed to be funny.
Wow.
I guess I better work on my act.
:? It is funny and I liked the mental image. Your act is fine.
I don't know how to have fun anymore.
And there's no one around to show me.
Quote from: Sita on October 29, 2012, 06:45:33 PM
I don't know how to have fun anymore.
And there's no one around to show me.
Nobody can show you how to have fun.
But I'd start by talking a nice long walk, and look around. I don't mean "scan", I mean LOOK at things.
Something will pop up.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 29, 2012, 07:04:31 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 29, 2012, 06:45:33 PM
I don't know how to have fun anymore.
And there's no one around to show me.
Nobody can show you how to have fun.
But I'd start by talking a nice long walk, and look around. I don't mean "scan", I mean LOOK at things.
Something will pop up.
The furthest I'm willing to walk, on my own, is to the store down the road. Which is at most a 5 minute walk. But will see what I notice on the next trip.
I was wondering about the cargo zeppelins, myself. I figured I didn't notice them.
Also, cargo zeppelins?! :fap:
A hurricane is a great time to do new things because it fucks up your routine - it forces you to do something that you aren't used to. I say take advantage of it. Stuck inside? Cook something new, something difficult. Can't cook - give it a shot.
I like the rant, Roger. I try to keep things going as much as I can, even if I want to stop. If I stop, it goes bad places fast.
Had smallways fun. New recipie to make, stormtracking, blackout just in time for a candlelight bedtime (whoo!).
Also obtained a brand new rhinovirus my immune system hadn't seen yet, so I practiced my phlegm production.
HOWEVER
There might not be a tomorrow, but there is an upcoming birthday week, from Halloween until the fifth. And I have a feeling that there will be a few fifth in between now and the fifth. Not to mention, Mrs LMNO has kept secrets from me. So I have no idea what kind of bigfuns await.
Smallfuns. Bigfuns. FUNS.
Why does it feel like I am hung over? The only thing Roger's post inspired me to do was to throw snowballs at passersby.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 30, 2012, 12:41:29 PM
Why does it feel like I am hung over? The only thing Roger's post inspired me to do was to throw snowballs at passersby.
Throwing snowballs at passersby can be fun... Until your little brother wings one and hits the police car.
True story.
Never ran so fast in my fucking life. :lol:
Quote from: Luna on October 30, 2012, 12:57:40 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 30, 2012, 12:41:29 PM
Why does it feel like I am hung over? The only thing Roger's post inspired me to do was to throw snowballs at passersby.
Throwing snowballs at passersby can be fun... Until your little brother wings one and hits the police car.
True story.
Never ran so fast in my fucking life. :lol:
:lulz:
There are no police cars here, luckily. Seriously, I've seen one once in the three years I've lived here. And that was when the officers were in the grocery store buying lunch.
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I think hirley has possessed coyote.
There are no numbers.
I had plenty of fun last night. It was quiet fun, but it was still fun. My slack is not your slack is not her slack.
Also, cargo zepplins? I didn't know they still existed.
Having a party tonight. Like every year. Gotta buy costume supplies for EFO and make a ham casserole of some kind.
Stuffed candy into random small children. Extra chocolate, so that they're EXTRA hyper by the time they get home to their parents.
Given that they've been home from school, driving said parents batshit, for the last few days, it should be epic.
Going out in a bit for fun, then coming back for more happyfuntimes.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 31, 2012, 02:52:52 PM
Also, cargo zepplins? I didn't know they still existed.
Maybe not in YOUR world.
You know, I just spent 5 days in the goddamn hospital. And I had a FUCKING BLAST. I read a novel a day, watched horror movie marathons with some of the other patients, played dominoes and cards, and sort of relaxed most of the time. Then I did the REALLY fun part. I met a woman in there who came in the same time as me and who was discharged today as well. We talked quite a bit and played lots of dominoes together, and then I helped her sort through lists of homeless shelters, looking for a place she could stay, tried to help think of places she could try to find jobs, and just before I left, I gave her my phone number and offered to help her out with anything she needed. And you know what, I really, truly hope she does give me a call sometime and asks me to help find a place, or for a ride, or just for a little chat. It's kinda selfish, i know. But I'm serious about continuing to have a good time.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 31, 2012, 11:13:59 PM
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 31, 2012, 02:52:52 PM
Also, cargo zepplins? I didn't know they still existed.
Maybe not in YOUR world.
And given the choice, would you really want to live in a world without them?
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
Freeky,
Dancing up to Goodwill next week.
Quote from: Doktor D. Jennifer Phox on October 31, 2012, 11:43:26 PM
You know, I just spent 5 days in the goddamn hospital. And I had a FUCKING BLAST. I read a novel a day, watched horror movie marathons with some of the other patients, played dominoes and cards, and sort of relaxed most of the time. Then I did the REALLY fun part. I met a woman in there who came in the same time as me and who was discharged today as well. We talked quite a bit and played lots of dominoes together, and then I helped her sort through lists of homeless shelters, looking for a place she could stay, tried to help think of places she could try to find jobs, and just before I left, I gave her my phone number and offered to help her out with anything she needed. And you know what, I really, truly hope she does give me a call sometime and asks me to help find a place, or for a ride, or just for a little chat. It's kinda selfish, i know. But I'm serious about continuing to have a good time.
Beats the FUCK out of bitching on facebook and collecting ")))))HEALING VIBEZ!!!!!!!(((("
You fuckin rock. 8)