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Wholly jeebus etc etc. Hes trying to yank peoples chains by being obtuse. I think there is little Komedy value here. Oh well.

~~~Jaded. But optimistic.

Part 3 gets the

Yeah, that was the difference I noticed between this and the genre I refered to. A futuristic(-ish) world where even science has been packaged down and controlled into a day by day job.

Like'say, I'm no critic and await the next installment.

Hey! I'm really enjoying this, now that i've had a chance to read it properly.

I thought it was getting a bit Orwellian (in a repetion of 1984 kind of way), but it did change quite suddenly. In a good way.


~~~~~Meh.... I'm no literary critic....

Learning the barstool form is a very important lesson in here. Its not wholly and unimpeachable, but many of this forums denizens find something common in it.

Be careful with it.

Oh! And you may be an alt. for someone who I've not heard of, but I don't care about that. Yet. Other than that, welcome.

love is: http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=1695.0

It really doesn't work well in here. And unless you're an Alt. for ECH, I don't think that really works either...

lol, its all good! I took it the way you meant it... I think 

I hope to one day write something of earth shattering relevence, but I know this day is distant. Until then I will effectively be writing a blog of drinking too much and spouting shite at the "innocent" bystanders...

Then again, maybe once was enough!

The avatar is our love child. He is a homosexual, but we try to be tolerant of his sexual deviancy...

All points noted for future reference. Thank you guys!

Oh yeah, I know all that dude. It most certainly the deletirious effects of too many a whisky. Just wanted to throw this up on the board,

I took a bit of artistic licence, as this actually occurred over two seperate tuesday afternoon boozing sessions, and the first one was when I mentioned this forum, which was what made him think I was a stone-bonker cultist. At least there was a second convo. though, which means I may be able to argue more effectively in Da Future^tm.

I'm trying to refine my writing style, so when I have something more meaningful than n00b ranting, it will be legible.

Its hard to force someone to open their eyes, you may blind them.

I'm sitting in a pub on a Tuesday afternoon. Now there is nothing unusual about this, in fact it is very much a ritual. A friend of mine is sitting next to me with a pint of what he calls lager, but I call cats urine. But who am I to talk, drinking, as I am, whisky polluted with ice and coke.

The conversation is dying. He has told me about his failure to get a driving licence, his mothers refusal to allow him to buy a motorbike and the re-write of the screenplay for an old Bond movie.

I have said very little.

In the middle of his fantasising about sending his dross to a production company, I change tack, quite suddenly, and begin talking to him about personal freedom. What it means to him.
He orders another lager, and asks me to repeat my question, which I do.

He tells me that to him, personal freedom is being able to get around without asking his mother to drive him (for the record, he lives in the sticks). I then describe to him my version of personal freedom, which in essance boils down to knowing when someone trying to lead you by a chain, whatever that chain is.

He thinks I mean this literally, telling me that doesn't really happen in a civilised and free society like there is in Britain today, so I have to explain that I mean the kind that are forged in television, banks, family, psychiatry etc (again, my personal view).

He still doesn't understand, so I drop it. I order another drink. We talk over some of the finer points of his screenplay, a subject clearly very close to his heart. We discuss music and girls. By now I've had a bit more to drink, and as always happens, I get a bit more evangelical, a bit louder and soundbite-y.

I begin to rail at him, just a little, telling him that none of us are free. We are enslaved to our perceptions, and our perceptions are currently spoon fed to us by serious newscasters, by the views and opinions of family and friends, by our education. He replies by asking me if my opinion should be his new perception. This is a good point. Am I getting through to him? But no, he is being 'witty and urbane'.

I then make a fatal error, I tell him about the PD and the BIP pamphlet.

Now he thinks I'm in some weird cult, and he most definately doesn't want to be a pope.

I scratch this first, failed attempt up to experience and drop the topic. Next time, I will try to be sober first, have more understanding of what I'm talking about and I'll certainly make sure I leave off the subject with him for a few months.

Several hours later, we swagger out the pub, still talking about his fucking screenplay...

Personally, I stay away from even believing in her. Cant really talk for anyone else in here.

If you are new here, and not an Alt. i recomend the B.I.P. forum or read through some of The Good Reverands rants, they are good starting point, also ask the more experienced members any questions you like, avoiding any reference to "23" or pineal glands...

Edited: Because I feel like it.

Hell no. She smites worshippers.

"Not again"

Tubgirl style, Straw, or Funnel?