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How'd it go for you P3nt?

It's been interesting. Gave me a good solid place to start from. An attitude that can laugh off most hurdles and a desire to push this monkey as far as it'll go. That might have come later, tho, after the depression and anxiety and bipolar and all that shit that had to be purged and stripped out. That shit was an adventure in itself. No regrets.

That moment in a young boys life where it's made clear the balance of force has changed and a new father-son paradigm is in play. I remember it like it was yesterday. Often wonder what the fuck it must be like for kids who never got to experience it. Strength is not nurtured - it's forged. Every slap, every punch, every kick in the ribs. "You made a monster, daddy and from now on you watch your step or the fucker is going to eat you." :evil:

« on: September 30, 2016, 09:59:51 am »
So you go back to the place that did this to you and search for an explanation.  Instead, you realize they find it FUNNY.  They are LAUGHING AT YOU.

Actually I think, now I'm laughing WITH you but I'm definitely laughing my ass off. Thanks for that. :mittens:

Any time I've had a problem with water it's because I haven't been attacking it hard enough. Water can smell fear and doubt.

The key, in my mind is how to get a scare into any call to action. Buy now, while stocks last - be afraid there won't be any left if you tarry.

Also you need to be aware that some people are easier to scare than others. Ask yourself, what scares your target demographic? Different things for different people. Some are scared of 80mph, others you have to go up to 120.

All the factors in the op are solid motivators but they only really come into their own when there's fear to back it up. If not acting is scarier than acting, then action will happen. Otherwise said primate is just as likely to demand a period of "thinking about it" and hum and haw for ages while any opponent you may have will find opportunity to sway the decision.

The successful motivators have learned this. It's pretty obvious if you're looking for it. Other things will work, yes but, without a scare, they will be non-optimal solutions.

Here's where I'm coming from. Greed is an overreaction to the fear of having nothing. Think about common appeals to greed - "You'll never have to worry about bills again" - ie. waving the fear of debt in your face. Ignorance - fear of the unknown. Hate - fear of the other...

It's terrified primates all the way down.

I think your list is shaping up nicely but more emphasis needs placed on fear. Besides being top of the list, I'd suggest making it the top fifty or so, with the rest listed beneath. Thing is, if you're capable of scaring the shit out of your mark, pretty much every other motivating factor pales to insignificance. It follows that employing any other motivating factor than the liberal application of blind terror is the plight of the truly desperate.

I think there may even be an argument that the rest of the list can be boiled down to fear in some form or other.

And so it begins.


Is a part of this thing.

Fucking awesome! On a related note - I've been playing Elite Dangerous in the rift, all week. Their galaxy map is mostly made up but pretty cool for all that.

What the Russians have in their sights is nothing less than the democratic fabric of American society and the integrity of the system of Western liberal values.

Kinda like Bing Crosby taking credit for the sun going out in Connecticut Yankee  :lulz:

Techmology and Scientism / Re: Futurism up for discussion.
« on: August 01, 2016, 08:18:50 am »
Even skepticism is an ism.

All absolute beliefs are stupid.  Including the idea that "ism" automatically makes things stupid.

You got me there :lulz: And you're right, I don't believe in the -ism- thing, per se. Just another makeshift model based on 100% of observed cases so far. Subject to change, pending new data, like everything else in my head. At some point in my life (day one I think) I got addicted to technology. I became a future-junkie. Maybe that's a futurist? Next year I can buy twice as much raw compute power for the same same bread I paid last year. I have no idea what to do with this, I had more than I could possibly use back in the 00's but that's irrelevant - I FUCKING WANT IT!!! And benchmarking software so I can taste how many trillions of instructions per sec I have at my disposal.

I got a mate who's the total opposite - bewildered by tech. He only sees the downsides (of which there are many) He's like the ultimate cromagnon motherfucker. His hatred of facebook is vitriolic  and evangelical. Looks at the walking heart attacks that are the nintendo generation waddling past and wonders if we're fast approaching the Wall-E tipping point. Who decides that a human being is something that ought to be able to fit through a doorway or climb a flight of stairs without their chest exploding? We have machines these days that can scrape the burger fat from their arteries and carry them down the street to pick up more cheetos. Shit only looks fucked when you compare it to the past. The standards of humanity are not an absolute, they're shifting sands. The future always looks weird through that lense. I think that's why I like it so much.

Techmology and Scientism / Re: Futurism up for discussion.
« on: July 31, 2016, 08:37:12 am »
The fun part about futurism, with both trained folks and us hoi polloi, is that it mostly seems to be "throw shit against the wall.  A bunch of it is going to fly back into your face, ignore that and study the stuff that sticks."  which is to say, brainstorm, shoot down the dumb shit (and this is something we all produce, even if we occasionally forget that), and focus on the stuff that might work.  Rinse, repeat.

Futurism is dumb. It's an -ism- ie. dumb by default. Soon as you have an ism, you have people who believe it. Belief = retard. I don't believe in the future so I'm not an futurist. I do focus in that direction, tho. Try to get a handle on whats coming. See opportunities for profit and lulz. I saw computers back in the 80's, jumped on that bandwagon early and carved a cozy career for myself. I saw the internet in the early 90's and got my feet under the table. Now I'm looking at AI and AR and getting ready to upgrade my intellect and offload more of the donkeywork to machines. I've normally got a good 10 years head start on the general population and that means I get to play a modern day merlin. 21st century wizard powers. Makes for a fucking easy life.

And, yeah, any prediction anyone makes can be wrong. Some shit doesn't pan out and other shit hits speedbumps. Occasionally something turns out to be easier than it looks and we end up ahead of schedule and playing catchup. One truth seems to hold - the only constant is change. Primates, generally like things to stay the same, even when the status quo is abysmal. Sucks to be them. For some reason, I'm wired differently. I don't care what the fuck happens, as long as shit changes. Better, preferably but worse will do in a pinch. Just don't bore me, future the past already has that covered.

Literate Chaotic / Re: Stalker
« on: July 22, 2016, 10:16:57 am »
LOL - Good Citizen? Chinese are ahead of the curve. US/UK are rank amateurs in comparison. I'm embarrassed for them.  :lulz:

Two moar sleeps and I'll be on Shetland!


Literate Chaotic / Re: Stalker
« on: July 21, 2016, 08:08:03 pm »

Literate Chaotic / Stalker
« on: July 21, 2016, 04:59:59 pm »
"Got one of those stalker virus yesterday, creepy as fuck."

"Aye, what happened?"

"Walking down Main Street, talking to Melissa, getting the trip organised. She's checking flights and hotels and cars and shit. We'd just got to the cross and I get that creepy - being watched - feeling and I turn around and there's this shady looking fucker standing outside RS and he's looking right at me. "

"So what'd you do?"

"Well nothing at first. Just figured I was being paranoid. It's just after twelve, street was mobbed."

"So then what?"

"So, we walk on a couple of hundred yards, past the Eyeshop and I turn around again, kinda humouring myself, yanno?"


"There he is, half a block back and staring at me, this fucked up grin on his face."

"Fuck no!"

"My thoughts exactly. I told Mel to check him out. You'll never guess what she tells me?"


"Nobody there."


"She can't see him."

"She glitched?"

"That's what I'm thinking. So I turn back to the guy who's fucking marching toward us at this point, and he's got one hand inside his coat, you know like..."

"...he's going for a weapon."

"Aye, and I'm still thinking - paranoid but he's pretty fucking close now."

"How close."

"Like a couple of car lengths."

"Fuck me."

"So I turn to ask Mel if she can see him now."


"And, fuck all. She's gone."


"Aye, no sign."


"So I shout her a couple of times but nothing. I'm standing at the entrance to the star and it's mobbed. Saturday afternoon, right?"


"And I'm thinking, I'll be safe in there, maybe lose the cunt."


"So I head in and I'm straight up to the bar for a pint and I'm standing there and Mel appears, right next to me and I'm like, fuck happened to you?"

"So what's she say?"

"She leans in, right in my face, like inches away and then her face changes into the creepy cunt and he takes a step back, in a split second I can see a knife in his hand and then he stabs me right in the gut."

"Fuck, no."

"Seriously. There was blood pishing out and everything."

"Aw, that's heavy man."

"That's no the worst part."

"What's that, like?"

"The worst part is I've just made a complete twat of myself, in the middle of the Star on a saturday avo, in front of half the fucking town."


"Like I jumped back like fuck, cracked my back on the bar. I think I screamed like a wee lassie. Got some mental looks off the punters."

"Aw you did not?"

"Seriously, man, it was realistic as fuck, my heart was pure pounding. Dropped my pint and everything."

"So how'd you fix it?"

"I never."


"Fucker keeps doing it."


"What I told you - it's a virus."

"Aye I know but you deleted it, right?"

"Took the virus-scanner out, mate. Most of the time, it's just normal Melissa but, every now and again she turns into the creepy dude and stabs me and then for the next half hour I'm surrounded wi porn spam. Getting boners in the most inappropriate places. Can't even turn my eyes off."

"Fuck off."

"Seriously. Rooted."

"So what now?"


"What time?"

"Half an hour, was on my way there when I saw you."

"Good luck. Hey, what's that fucker over there think he's staring at?"


"Dude in the trenchcoat, wi the hat."

"Black hat?"


"Better come down wi me. Think you might have caught it too."

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