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I misread the title as "open bra" I'm just here for the tits  :argh!:

I have no idea how to resolve the problem.

I used to think something had to be done to "resolve the problem" but then I realised nothing could be done. Either "the problem" resolves itself or it doesn't. Maybe it stays a "problem", maybe it gets worse but that's it, that's all it is - a problem.

Problems may or may not be solvable. If they're not solvable then the best one can hope to do is avoid them insofar as avoidance is possible.

The world may go up in smoke tomorrow. Unsolvable. Unavoidable. Game over. A situation entirely beyond my control. Furthermore, I may become dead, via any number of alternative fates. Buses, gas leaks, glitches in my dna-code, hostile dna-code.

Many people (the vast majority) who are not me, decide to buy into this - democratic pantomime, feelgood bullshit because, for that brief second they put an x in a box, they feel hope. They feel empowered. The politician stands on tv and tells them they have the power, he quotes the holy constitution and they believe in a bunch of dog and pony crap. Me? I see it as propaganda. Media induced hope.

So the stage is set, the actors are spewing trite, predictable one-liners, designed by the best scriptwriters in the country, to incite and enflame the passions of the audience. The audience will exercise their "power" and, finally, some will claim victory and other defeat.

A year from now, everything will be exactly the same, save for a new baddie to blame for everything that's wrong with the world.

Vote for change. Vote for a job. Vote for a career. Vote for a family. Vote for a fucking big television, vote for washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Vote for good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Vote for fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Vote for a starter home. Vote for your friends. Vote for leisure wear and matching luggage. Vote for a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Vote for DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Vote for sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Vote for rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Vote for your future. Vote for life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to vote for life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got democracy?

No words. Had to say something. Hang in there :cry:

Guess a lifetime of sleazy excess isn't actually good for you. Who could have guessed?

Wait what? This explains so much. Why wasn't I informed sooner?  :eek: :horrormirth:

Or Kill Me / Re: Installments...
« on: February 21, 2016, 09:10:00 am »
Thanks man.

Gotta admire that level of dedication. Run me through the list of possible suspects

Any pics of what all those things are looking at?

*edit* Mad robot fucker?  :eek:

That's goddam epic! Mrs P3nT wanted to look at space for her christmas so I ordered "decent beginner telescope" from intertubes. TBH I was a bit meh about it but she's always wanted to look at space and who the fuck am I to stand between a small blonde person and her - out of leftfield - desires?

My interest was piqued upon staring at what has become known to us as "The Lunar Terminator". It's fairly whizzing around out there if the speed it crosses the viewfinder is anything to go by. Next thing that happens is some new eyepieces turn up on the shopping list and suddenly I'm looking at MOTHERFUCKIN JUPITER!!! Through an attachment named after the singer of TAKE THAT of all things and what's more four of the goddamn moons were in the shot, perfectly evenly spaced, with Jupiter in the middle. I have a good enough basic grasp of the geometry of space (plus corroborating evidence since) to know that the chances of getting a break in the clouds in scotland, in winter, to coincide with what essentially looked like a dot to dot version of Saturn - astronomical!

Once in a lifetime?

So yeah, kinda digging astronomy now. Been going to a bothy, at the head of Loch Etive for years with some mates, usually for kayaking and shit but it turns out it's a pretty good dark sky site. Checked out the Orion Nebula there last weekend. Thought it was clouds at first. Guess it was - COSMIC MOTHERFUCKIN DUST CLOUDS THE SIZE OF A FUCKING HELL OF A LOT OF FOOTBALL STADIUMS!!!


Or Kill Me / Installments...
« on: February 19, 2016, 06:38:06 pm »
... seems an appropriate title for something that's been sitting on my phone, unfinished for about six months. The older I get, the less productive I seem to be.

Hatred of horses learns to ride
Into battle with the other side
Hand of god and fiery wing
Beating on the enemies of everything

Singing songs about revolution
And the words those bullets spoke
There was thunder in the distance
Human race went up in smoke

"This is where it starts to get beautiful"
Said the smart man to the king
He was dressed in pretty colours
Snaking vulture, gameshow grin

And he painted pretty pictures
As he flew into the air
And he left his people sinking
In the blood and guts down there

"This is where you pledge allegiance"
Said the preacher to the crowd
There was smoke and there was mirrors
There was music playing loud

Then another and another
Same damn corpse in different rags
Bearing rules and regulations
Wielding power and waving flags

"This is where the base metal learns to fly"
Said the chief of Warfare inc.
To the board of guys who paid his rent
And kept his wife in mink

He was sick and tired of slaughter
But addicted to the wealth
And he slept at night cos he told himself
That a gun don't shoot itself

"This is where the mothers lose their sons"
Said the actor on the screen
But they've earned a place in Disneyland
For their service to the dream

He's a study in sincerity
Autocued to "frown right there"
Mass manufactured sentiment
The news that really cares

"This is where our spirit fails"
Said the one who sees it all
The dice are loaded, deck is stacked
The clarion makes his call

While the stupid march relentless
The wise irresolute
Eternity or oblivion
Which target will we shoot?

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: So, what if
« on: February 19, 2016, 06:11:06 pm »
Best metaphysics I've heard in a long time. Changing religion to "Fuseologist" henceforth


I've got an eight inch reflector and was feeling like the John Holmes of sky magnification. Compared to that shit I'm Peewee f'kin Herman  :argh!:

Or Kill Me / Re: What do?
« on: February 04, 2016, 01:05:23 pm »
From my own personal depression toolkit...

Indulge in physical fitness and improvement - Exercise releases feelgood chemicals in the brain that help make me less depressed. Join a gym, take up martial arts, jogging, skateboarding... Track improvements and set goals, work to improve lap times, new moves, whatever. This will feel like progress which counters that - "I'm getting fucking nowhere" - thing that gets stuck in my head when I'm down.

Learn to cook good food using fresh ingredients. This will help with the physical improvement, since your body will be getting a steady supply of actual nutrients as opposed to mostly sugar and preservatives which don't have a massively beneficial effect on your bio and neurochemistry. Go nuts and practice cooking new dishes. More progress...

Drink a lot of water. Dehydration is the baseline normal for most of western civilisation. Dehydration causes all sorts of bad shit and prolly doesn't help with depression either.

Just say "yes". Say someone invites me to do something. Go for a coffee, visit the zoo, skydive... A depressed person's default answer is "No. [insert lame excuse here]" or "I'll think about it. [excuse pending]" Change that default answer to "Okay" and the hard bit is done in a split second.

After that I might spend the rest of the time dreading it and running over worst case scenarios in my head but who cares, the decision is made, it's out of my hands now. Most of the time I'll find I actually have fun cos, I end up outside, with my friends doing some stuff instead of lying on the floor of a darkened room, in the fetal position, hating my life.

Techmology and Scientism / Re: Beef Cell Techmology
« on: February 04, 2016, 12:31:30 pm »

Boutique Designer No-kill Filet Minion™

No-kill White Rhinoceros Steaks™

No-kill Siberian Tiger Steaks™

Sea Shepherd Conservation Society Approved No-kill Baleen Whale Tail Meat™

No-kill New England Lobster Tail™

You missed Longpig from that list :evil:

I haven't been drunk since last new year. I don't love or hate anyone anymore. I'm just numb :horrormirth:

It forced me to answer the question - "would you rather hear the original Rick Astley version" with "yes" and now I feel dirty and corrupted  :cry:

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