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I have good news! I talked to Dr. Snake Brain Science today and she's giving me a spot in her lab, and my own project!

It's really an offshoot of one of the grad students' projects, but it's a little something to call my own. :) Snake brains! Yay!


Actual quote from today's guest lecturer:

The great thing about Antarctica is that there are no people there, only scientists.


Bring and Brag / Re: Waffles' Adventures in Analogue Photography.
« on: April 01, 2015, 09:54:22 pm »
Awesome Waffles can I follow you on Instagram?   :wink:

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: A new currency.
« on: April 01, 2015, 08:51:18 pm »
She took off with expert heel shod strides before I even finished standing. “We do not have much time,” she said again. She pulled out her phone from the clutch and began dialing. It rang and when the other end answered she spoke, her Spanish flowing, its pace the same as her English but smoother, less awkward. More than ever I wished I understood it. She hung up and turned sharply to the right.

“We are lucky,” she said.

The last week struck my mind like a sledgehammer. “W-we are?”

She laughed. “We are very lucky! There is a rental shop still open. The hotel manager is going to call ahead for us as a favor. I knew flirting with him would pay off.” She stopped and looked at me for a moment, a look of scrutiny, like she was seeing me for the first time. “I hope they have something in your size. Most men here they are a bit…”

“Shorter?” I said.



She hurried on through the streets and I followed and this was Colombia. It was rails of barbed wire and beautiful people painting the blurs of my vision, towed by family, or the occasional malevolent godlike being, or worse, this smirking woman. I knew so little of it. I knew so little of her.

“So have you always lived in Bogota, or…” I said.

“Now? You ask me this now?”

“We aren’t doing anything.”

“You aren’t doing anything! I am planning to steal one of the most precious artifacts of my country’s history!”


“I am from Cali,” she said.

“Ah. El Gato del Rio, the barrio Normandia,” I said, remembering two weeks ago that was more like a year.

“You have been? I grew up a long way from the barrio Normandia. It was not so nice. It is not safe there now, but then it was worse.  It was a dangerous time for Colombia, a bad time.”

I stayed quiet.

“My mother was a maid for a wealthy family,” she went on, “she stayed there most nights. They were kind. They paid for me to go to the German school and I went from there to university in Canada.”

“What brought you to Bogota?”

“Work,” she said.

I laughed. “Better thieving in the capital?”

“I was not always a thief, J,” she said quietly. She quickened her pace.

I limped after, cursing myself. There was too much I did not understand.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: SOOOOO...
« on: April 01, 2015, 07:56:53 pm »

How could it not have?

All Bill Pullman did was sit there, not giving Independence Day speeches or wishing the schwartz would be with us, sucking up all our honorary degrees.

UMass Amherst announced today that Neil Degrasse Tyson would be speaking at commencement this year. If it is not true it is the cruelest April Fools prank. If it is true then I hate them because they are young and beautiful and I wake up to pee in the middle of the night now and all I got was a lousy Bill Pullman at my commencement. FUCK YOU BILL PULLMAN.

FFS, this asshole on my FB Wall. Seriously, she constantly responds to shit I say, but she's just some random beadmaker who thinks we're friends.

I am not even going to look at whatever it is she's spouting about now, because I'm pretty sure it'll piss me off.

Oh good I was just wondering if I should engage in mockery.  :)

On a more practical level, though I am tired of knocking on my neighbors' doors to borrow a cup of sugar and having the entire facade collapse. Every fucking house in the city if a forgery, cleverly painted perspective pieces on cheap plywood.

My city is fallen Hollywood set pieces and druid prayer circles and I can't get any fucking sugar.

This needs to be taken out of context so badly.

It was a whole manic piece I had half crafted in my head before I threw it into two posts. I think I have the bug again but damn if it's been so long I have forgotten what to do with it. I thought of an ending to A New Currency while pooping the other day.

Stonehenge was in fact a druidic prayer circle, but not in the way that most of us think. The druids were hired as contractors to build an inn for weary travelers, but once they were paid they spent it all on masonry and erected a huge useless rock formation.

They've been running the same scam for thousands of years. We just had a CVS in town open up inside of a druidic prayer circle of rock slabs because the franchise owner hired Caer Blgthrrnmgr Construction to build it.

How do you run a pharmacy out of hewn stone? There's almost no storage space and the Dunkin Donuts can see you fill your herpes medications.

Fuck druids.

Ah yes, CBC.

Type CBC into google and what's the first result you get? The Canadian Broadcast Corporation. Since when does Canada produce television? Obviously a front for Caer Blgthrrnmgr Construction.

The CEO of this so-called CBC?

Hubert T. Lacroix.


How many rocks are there in Stonehenge? 93.
The year of the CBC's 'founding'? 1936
The year of Stoneghenge's reconstruction? 1954


But wait. If the CBC is going to produce media in order to crystallize the paradigm beyond subversion what tool do they need?

Copyright law.

When was copyright law enacted?

The Statute of Anne. 1710

Number of people hanged in Britain that year? 63.


But I hope you haven't forgotten this motherfucker:

Hubert T. Lacroix.


Add 2 to H and you get J
Take 2 from T and you get R
Take 10 from L and you get B


J. R. B

J. R. Bob Dobbs created stonehenge, with the help of Caer Blgthrrnmgr Construction, which became the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation as part of an elaborate plot to copyright all of history.


Here we go, been a long time since I've busted out these bad boys.

My father passed away on the 22nd. It doesn't feel real and is all too real at varying intervals. After over 2 months in the hospital & rehabs, he was at least able to come back home for a month, but the chemo treatments really took a toll on him, particularly the sores in his mouth that made it difficult and painful, and sometimes impossible to eat or drink. The second round wasn't as bad and he was getting to the point of being able to eat fairly normally and had his appetite back. But a week after the third, the sores came back and it got to the point that my mom was bringing him to the hospital for saline and caloric infusions since he couldn't eat or drink. On Friday they admitted him for low blood count, by Sunday he was essentially unconscious for all/most of the day, and that evening he passed. Even that happened so quickly - when he was first in, he was essentially fine except for his mouth, and at least was able to communicate with us and talk to my sister away at grad school on the phone a bit on Saturday. He fought hard, but it was just too much. He was surrounded by friends and family who loved him and even had some of the nurses that had cared for him for so many weeks on one of the main floors come to visit him while he was in ICU. It is a relief to know he is not suffering anymore, because that was painful to watch without being able to help, but it still hurts a lot and I know it will for a long time to come.

Sorry, tpz.


Literate Chaotic / Re: What do people use pet animals for
« on: March 31, 2015, 02:38:25 pm »
Well, you have a drawing. I can't refute that.

Look at the detail! Arguments have details, so do drawings. It's really brilliant.

I could make an argument for that...however, the argument is somewhat underminned by the fact that antiquity does, in fact, exist.

Says you, time-shill.

Nice. He's spun things into his favor very neatly.

Irish Spring.  :lulz:

On a more practical level, though I am tired of knocking on my neighbors' doors to borrow a cup of sugar and having the entire facade collapse. Every fucking house in the city if a forgery, cleverly painted perspective pieces on cheap plywood.

My city is fallen Hollywood set pieces and druid prayer circles and I can't get any fucking sugar.

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