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Principia Discussion / Re: Questions Only
« on: March 16, 2011, 09:57:40 pm »
Are we the ones that play inane games of questions, mocking the Socratic method by tossing pointless inquisitions against equally disinterested parties?  Are we the ones that insist on discourse conducive to the progress of ideas?  Are we the jokers whose smiles are on the toothier side of comfort, whose punchlines are on the hurtful side of mirth?  Are we the victorious, and by what conditions?  Are we the mouthy malcontents, weathering the staunch hangers-on to foolhardy concepts?  Are we the derelict that stand on street corners, yelling about everything at once and to nobody in particular?

Who are we?

Techmology and Scientism / Re: Hijacking cars with music
« on: March 16, 2011, 05:54:14 pm »
This is horrible.  More horrible than the idea of mp3s stealing my car and going to a rock show without me.

What, you didn't know?  We went out last Thursday.

Or Kill Me / Re: Why Music Gone?
« on: March 16, 2011, 04:26:10 pm »
Huh.  One of my preferred bands for the last five years is Wolf Parade.  I just looked up a song of theirs on YouTube, and not only is the video really, really good, but it also comments surprisingly well on the topic.

Or Kill Me / Re: Why Music Gone?
« on: March 16, 2011, 01:53:47 am »
There was just as much trendy filler bullshit in the glory days of music as there is now.  The classics that we listen to and hail as the heyday of the genre are treated as such because they have proven to withstand the test of time.

The reason most of what's on the radio now is shit is because the good hasn't been weeded out over the years as people realize that, yeah, it made sense then, but it sounds absolutely terrible now.

I mean, shit, Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer, at one point, were considered good instead of just awesome for how much of a punchline they've become.  Meanwhile Run-D.M.C. and Dr. Dre sound as good as they did then.

Blog tradition dictates that you update frequently, perhaps several times a day, over the course of a week or two before slowly tapering off, updating maybe once a week, then finally either disregarding it entirely or forgetting that it ever existed but for some time later when it pops into your head while thinking about something else, contemplate starting it back up again and perhaps even do, finally stopping altogether and never returning.

"drinking kool-aid from the Fountainhead" isn't one I've heard before, and an excellent way of describing Randroids.  Anyone know if that's a common phrase or is that one hers?

Dear Reverend Roger:

I come to you asking for penance as the results of my Holy Quest this weekend ended in abject failure.

You see, in an effort to make everything pretty and shiny they have removed most of the “East St. Louis” signs and replaced them with simple street named signs and signs for every other burg imaginable.  This is done, we observed, in an attempt to ease the fear in people as they exit that highway.  I mean who is scared of a place called Cahokia?  Or Dupo?  They sound so simple and in no way induce the fear into the hearts of those drivers.  WHY?  It’s a trap.  Because to get to these sweet sounding little towns you have to drive thru East St. Louis.

So here is how the adventure went. 

We were naturally looking for a sign that specifically said “East St. Louis.” As the quest was for a picture of a sign saying as much.  We were almost to Collinsville, IL when we realized there was no East St. Louis sign.  So we turned around and thought we’d get a pic heading west.  Again, no such luck, but we did have enough forethought to go ahead and get off the highway at the Casino Queen exit. 

Here is where we hit gold.  Instead of taking the beautiful tree lined avenue that leads to the Casino we turned left.  Driving down the street we noticed we certainly weren’t in Missouri anymore. 

Now I am looking for any sign that says East St. Louis, the kids are not helping, they are too distracted by the woman on the corner that weighed 300 if she weighed a pound.  The back boobs may have put my youngest son off women for life.  But we all agreed it was very nice for that man to pick her up and give her a ride, especially since she must have been tired so she laid down in the front seat for a nap.  It was a touching scene of the goodness in humanity. 

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, you can hear the church bells echoing from across the river.  Older people with grandchildren in their Sunday bests running from the bus stop to the church doors.  It was strange as they seem to be experiencing abdominal pain, they all run hunched over. 

Then there are all the joggers. Very thin joggers racing down the sidewalk.  Most must have hit a swarm of gnats or something because almost every jogger we saw was scratching like they’d come down with the chicken pox.  They may have considering the scabs that covered them where you could see skin.  This part of town is certainly working towards a healthier life. 

Then we see it.  The last East St. Louis sign.  It stood there on its rusted pole, the reflective tape peeling, the green background chipped and scarred.  Like a beacon calling for the downtrodden, the hungry, those in need….

We stopped about 20 feet back from the sign in order to get a really good picture.  I must have been looking especially great because there were at least 4 drivers who slowed down and called out for my attention.  The sign was over my head, so I was going to stand just beneath it for a picture.  Just as I got to the sign a nice police officer pulled in behind my car.  He must have mistaken me for someone else because he called out to me as if he knew me “Lady are you ^$#@(*$%  (edited for the children) crazy?”

I responded in the only way I knew how.  “Why no officer, I’m not mentally impaired at all. Is there a problem?”

Now I notice during this conversation, the people passing have stopped calling out greetings to me and are now slowing down and looking at me, the car, the kids….  It was really nice how they wanted to make sure no one was being hurt.

The officer walked up to me, it was odd Reverend, he didn’t leave his car running and he brought a shotgun with him to talk to me.

“Lady, do you realize that the only thing that has kept you from getting shot is because everyone driving by thinks you must be insane?”

“Why officer, I need a picture of this sign.  I just want to…..  Officer, I really don’t think there is a need to…..  Why are you pulling me towards my car?

Directed to my son by the officer “Get in the ^$%#@$@ car kid and get your mother the hell out of here is she insane?”

From my son, the ungrateful little shit. “Yes officer she is, we just try to stay with her and keep her out of trouble.  It’s the Alzheimer’s you see…..”

Now at this point Reverend, not only has the officer walked me back to the car, opened the door and practically shoved me in the car, he’s now acting as if my insane children are the sane ones…

Back in the car, the officer is talking to my oldest, who I mistakenly brought with me and let drive and he is explaining how to get back on the highway.  He is also saying terrible terrible things about the people in the neighborhood we are in.  It seems they aren’t as health conscious as I first thought.   They also are very bashful it seems because the officer told the oldest that we should turn around and never look back.

As we made a quick u-turn and head back towards the highway the nice people in the area send us off with what sounded like firecrackers.  It was really very nice of them.  And that nice officer, he followed us all the way to the bridge as we headed back into Missouri.  They have very a very nice police force over there.

So I come to you, head held down in shame, I have failed, but I truly hope you will allow me another opportunity for extra Holy credit.


This was really, really awesome Khara.   :D

Awesome find.

Do they actually have gophers in Arizona?

I also want to buy Requia a pair of glasses, and kill Bill Murray with a chainsaw.


I dunno, I'm a mushpot--I just wanna hold my grandchildren and have them know me and remember me before I'm gone.

/srs fr rls srs sorry

Fuck's sake, Jenne, we're trying to have a PD conversation here.  There is, just, no room for this level of cuteness.

Or Kill Me / Re: Keep moving, son.
« on: March 09, 2011, 07:09:10 pm »
Works for me.  I was trying to get something out of my head, I think I was trying too hard.  Mine didn't turn out as well as I was hoping. 

Balls.  There's something hideous lurking in the OP.

Yes it is tickling my brain as well....  I thought it was just me.

Hah!  Same.  I keep coming back to it, but now I think I've placed it.

It evokes a similar manic terror as many of the Surprise Me Eris pieces.  It looks like you got to the point where everything is about to go completely wrong and then abruptly stop.  The effect is that a supernatural entity is no longer required to provoke a scare; reality is sufficient, in the brief times where your guard is dropped to experience it entirely.

Bring and Brag / Re: More Spider Music from the Spider Project
« on: March 09, 2011, 01:20:08 am »
Ah, yes.  Apologies, I've been trying to nail down one of EoC's rants. 

I think there's a flubbed line in the last paragraph of yours, "latest celebrity gossip."  If you don't mind re-doing that, cool.

I'm not positive I mentioned it in my e-mail, but if I did a shitty job on the recording I won't take offense if you need another take or scrap it.

This is the first time I've recorded my own voice and listened to it.  It seems a few people are recording theirs in pieces and then adding the best takes together to make the whole track?  That's very smart.  I didn't know you could do that, so I just re-recorded it.  Over and over and over.  The words lost all meaning after a while and I can't tell if the palpable loathing present is what I sound like on a regular basis or just a product of the resentment I had toward flubbing the last line of a six minute long reading.

The experience left me distinctly questioning why anyone would subject themselves to me speaking by choice.  So really, thanks for helping me learn who my real friends are.    8)

finish this sente

The maintenance crew seems to be having a crisis of insurmountable odds:

Maintenance Work Request
Requested By:  They

Date:  Today

Facility:  Jail

Location/Work Area:  earth

Problem/Work Request:  every thing

That one's hitting me a funny way ten hours into the work day.

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