I've done exactly one, before.
I've done exactly one, before.
Living proof that any damn fool can make things more complex
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drought conditions over the summer affected the corn and soybean crops, which led to less pork feed, which led to declining livestock herds, which will lead to a bacon and pork shortage, according to Britain's National Pig Association
It's late, and I've had wine, but I can't believe that I'm the only one who's noticed this: in the five or six years of posting here, and despite the petty interfaith shit flinging we do on a regular basis, there is this.
We have reached consensus.
Our little tribe has done a LOT of talking, and we've changed our minds quite a bit. TOWARDS each other.
Our core ideals and outlook are, at their heart, aligned. We've stripped away the outer biases, and now we only fight over our inner ones.
Who's going to argue over TGRRs prophecy? Cain's insights? Cram's IRL plots? Kai's science? ECH's cooking?
We transformed from a bunch of strangers figuring things out into a group of friends, relating our daily struggles.
I don't really know how to say this without it sounding sort of insistent, but:
Wouldn't this be the time to compile all of these core ideals and observations into another Principa-level document? A sort of "progress report"? Maybe?
I like this idea. (And, hi, Nyx, I don't think we've met.)
It has also sparked another idea...
What do y'all think of a project tentatively called, "Who Are We?" This is off the top of my head, suggestions are welcome.
I'll collect pieces we write about each other. No hit pieces, but not just gushing, tell me how you see somebody. Several somebodies. Make them funny, make them interesting, make them real, make them up. Email them to me (one spag per email), I'll try my hand at editing them together, pick the best few I get for each poster.
Also to include, send me your best "Who are we?" bits. (I love those, but will only use the ones you send, since that'd be permission... and search is borked, and they happen in random places.
Essays about the place in general. What is peedee.com? Tell me about shit here. Tell me about douchenozzle n00bs. Tell me about how we make you think, how we make you feel.
Default will be no author names, unless requested. Don't ask me "who wrote that?" I ain't saying, but if somebody recognizes your writing style, it ain't my fault.
If someone does not want pieces about them included, I will respect that, of course, just drop me an email. If y'all prefer, I can run the finished "this is what I have on you" by people before it goes up for an, "oh, god, no."
Pics. Artwork. WOMPs.
What do you think? Format will probably be a webpage, unless somebody wants to hold my hand through making something paper out of it.
Storage: The Nook Tablet has 16 gigabytes of storage plus a memory-card slot. Of the built-in memory, all but 1 gigabyte is reserved for content bought from Barnes & Noble.
If being gay is a choice, show us the proof. Choose it. Choose to be gay yourself. Show America how that's done, Herman, show us how a man can choose to be gay. Suck my dick, Herman. Name the time and the place and I'll bring my dick and a camera crew and you can suck me off and win the argument.
Very sincerely yours,
Resolved that: Our President, the Democrats-Socialists, most of the media, and most of those from Hollywood, have now encouraged and supported "Occupy" demonstrations in our streets, which are now being perpetrated across the globe, and which are being populated by various marxists, socialists and even communists, and are protesting against business, private property ownership and capitalism, something I thought I'd never see in my country, in my lifetime.
I, an American small business owner, part of the class that produces the vast majority of real, wealth producing jobs in this country, hereby resolve that I will not hire a single person until this war against business and my country is stopped.