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Messages - Cainad (dec.)

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Oatmeal, and my own pride.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Ingress
« on: September 22, 2014, 03:21:41 pm »
Just joined, and the Greens have established a MASSIVE foothold in Stony Brook and a GIANT field across both forks of Long Island. This is gonna be tough.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Ingress
« on: September 22, 2014, 02:51:12 pm »
The bastards took the dog park.

Report them to the City Council immediately.

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For whatever reason, I was a total creampuff today.  I DID the workout, but I was struggling the whole time.

And it wasn't Monday's berserk workout, either, because I've felt fine since.  I was just the lazy.  But I did it anyway.

I totally have those days. I'm always really grateful when I push through them because I always feel 10x better after sweating it out.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: My Lunch with P3nt
« on: September 12, 2014, 12:58:27 am »
I am both enraged and amused at the non-existent footnote.

Oops :lulz: It was there, but I cut it because I felt having that extra bit at the bottom kinda dragged out the ending, but forgot to delete the asterisk.

I think it shall remain this way. You can add in your own footnotes as you see fit.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: My Lunch with P3nt
« on: September 11, 2014, 09:52:35 pm »
I received the phone call at 3:38 in the morning on Saturday night. I had thought that P3nT was going to hit up Arizona and then either spontaneously combust upon his first exposure to direct sunlight, or fuck off back to Scotland. Apparently he had some business to attend to in New York City, and I was the closest person contractually obligated* to meet him. The person who called me had the distinct sound of a person using one of the last working phone booths in America, without pants. In between the sobs and gibbering, I made out that I was supposed to meet P3nT at a fancy joint in Downtown Manhattan that evening.

P3nT arrived in a speeding taxi, whose driver screeched to a burning rubber halt on the sidewalk about three paces away from where I was standing. Looking carefully, I could see that the driver had recently either vomited or been vomited upon.

P3nT crawled out of the backseat, and somehow pulled a full-sized ocean kayak out of the back seat after him. He checked his pockets, and after swearing vehemently enough to frighten nearby pedestrians, said something like "Oy cockshit, forgot me facking wallet. 'Ere, take onna these..." Whereupon he reached his fingers back into his mouth, extracted a gold tooth and tossed it into the stunned driver's lap.

He greeted me with a friendly punch in the gut and dragged me by the belt into the restaurant, leaving his kayak with a homeless man who was too terrified to do anything but clutch the thing like it was his hold on life itself. I blacked out.

When I came to, P3nT had eaten the meals that he had apparently ordered for both of us. I could see in the mirror on the wall behind him that he had drawn at least seven penises on my face in permanent marker.

I could tell that I'd shat myself while I was out.

After downing what appeared to be his twelfth beer and chucking the glass at the weeping manager, he leaned in and spoke as if continuing a conversation that had been going on for quite a while:

"Right, one more thing 'fore I fuck offa this pissing waste of a country. I 'ad a fucking great time with this bloke an' his wife down in Noo Zeeland just the other day, see? And 'ey got somethin' going there that I think would be bloody PERFECT for the rest of us. Let me tell you about Miguel..."

I passed out again.

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Discordian Recipes / Re: The McFadden
« on: September 11, 2014, 04:05:51 pm »
I'm making mine with salmon, asparagus, cream cheese, tomato juice, Knox Gelatine, and capers.

I'm making mine with truffles, foie gras, bean sprouts, lobster, and Dom Perignon.

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Aneristic Illusions / Re: Fuck you, bitch
« on: September 06, 2014, 06:56:13 pm »
Yyyyeeeahhhh. And right now there's some precious little twat in Partially Examined Life or whatever it's called, trying to proclaim that because in HIS personal experience and intuition "bitch" is no longer primarily leveed against women, it wasn't a gender-based slur.

I think I made this point before, but when "bitch" is used against a woman, it's usually a reaction to some perceived unfeminine quality (aggressiveness, assertiveness, generally not being sweet and accommodating). When a man is called a "bitch" it's to insult him for being a pushover or a whiner, i.e. "unmanly."

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That's the only idea I've got, certainly. I don't know really know any good locations.

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I'd love to do this kind of thing again! Count me in.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: A Public Apology
« on: September 05, 2014, 01:35:53 pm »
Ron Paul brightens my mornings.

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Principia Discussion / Re: How many people are Addicted to Forums.
« on: September 05, 2014, 01:21:09 pm »
You may find yourself interesting online, but the results are less convincing on my side of the monitor.

Beat me to it :lulz:

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Also, Cain's history lesson. Thanks for that, dude.

There's also something to be said about Buddhists and Daoists arriving at roughly the same goals, but through opposite means (again, third-hand interpretation yadda yadda), but I'm on my phone and I'm supposed to be doing my job right now so that might come later if I remember.

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*ANECDOTE WARNING, TAKE WITH AS MANY GRAINS OF SALT AS DESIRED*

From what I've been told by my martial arts instructor, who has spent a fair amount of time in China with practitioners of various disciplines, practicing Daoists are anything but listless, no-effort, or apathetic. Apparently they (meaning the practicing monks/priests/whatever) are very dynamic and active people.

As interpreted third-hand by a roundeye, to practice Daoism is to actively engage with the dynamic and changing world, finding the best place to be within it so that achieving one's goals seems effortless because you're working with what the world gives you.

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