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Step up to the plate fuckers

Started by P3nT4gR4m, November 14, 2007, 06:11:01 PM

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P3nT4gR4m

Hi I'm Cybin. You may remember me from such memes as 'The Baby Jesus', 'The Scottish Empire' and 'Do what you want to say'.

I used to post here a lot. Like 40 times a day. Every fucking day!

If I missed a day or two it'd be fkin chaos, eyelids held open by duck tape and matches, typin till my fingers bled, catchup, catchup catchup.

Reading every post, every day, it was 'surfing' the internet in the true sense of the word - riding on top of a surging deluge of posts which threaten to swamp you whenever you take your eye off the ball. Drowning in a sea of memes and one-liners and literary prose on par with the greats.

Not anymore.

I know when it happened: It happened a couple of months ago.

I know what caused it: IRL stole all of my attention.

Something interesting demanded all my time. Reality sucked me in like a great big fucking mud-vortex. A whirlpool of sucking grey.

I took my eye off the dream and immersed my self in the illusion of the real.

Well I'm sick of it.

I've had enough.

Goddamnit I miss this place!

Not that this place has gone anywhere, no, I just miss being in it. This place that has no location, this united state of mind.

I miss the people, imaginary alteregos, manifested in plain text yet, somehow, more real than the characterless husks that pass me by in the street.

I miss the way I used to feel, posting here. Like what I said, on the level I said it, was connecting with people in a way that seldom happens IRL.

F'kin IRL is a pale imitation of the internets!

I'm trapped here, IRL.

I'm posting this in the vain hope that one of you anonymous fair weather friends can snap me out of this funk I'm languishing in.

Help me virtual weirdo's - you're my last hope!

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

LMNO


AFK

IRL is a bitch sometimes.

The only reason I can post here as much as I can is my job has times where I can procrastinate and it doesn't really impact anything.  Out of the office though I've got all sorts of crap going on.  I guess this is my time to escape from all of that shit. 
Cynicism is a blank check for failure.

LMNO


Cramulus

I was wondering where you'd went, p3nt.



Do something creative



you used to be* quite noted for that

and you miss that, huh?


dust off your camera
fire up photoshop
fire up Final Cut Pro (or whatever)
and DO something, damnit!

If you want to plug back in to the STFUPID cabal, the best medicine I can think of is to make something cool and to want to show it off.

Memory is short. There is no time to rest on the laurels of past accomplishments.








*emphasis added to rile you up

P3nT4gR4m

Yeah I figured I'd employ irony and create a tract of text which mourned the loss of my creativity.

I suspect it's a matter of kick starting the momentum or something along those lines.

Time will tell if it worked or not.

We're in the runup to the annual celebration of the birth of jehova's favourite bastard. Maybe a new ep will help dust off the nad cancer of creative block that's been afflicting me since I broke the habit of a lifetime and started actually earning my monthly wage.

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Cramulus

The irony wasn't lost.
BUT IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!


Quote from: SillyCybin on November 14, 2007, 07:23:22 PM
We're in the runup to the annual celebration of the birth of jehova's favourite bastard. Maybe a new ep will help dust off the nad cancer of creative block that's been afflicting me since I broke the habit of a lifetime and started actually earning my monthly wage.


yeah I recall the last episode fizzling 'cause you said you aimed too high. Said it would take a LOT of effort to produce. Maybe you should focus on something shorter and smaller?

I posted a lot of silly ideas at your board for you to film. GET ON IT!  :p

Triple Zero

fuck you silly, get your ass over to the IRC chat and slack off with us! not enough scottish in there right now.
Ex-Soviet Bloc Sexual Attack Swede of Tomorrow™
e-prime disclaimer: let it seem fairly unclear I understand the apparent subjectivity of the above statements. maybe.

INFORMATION SO POWERFUL, YOU ACTUALLY NEED LESS.

AFK

That's it!  Silly's new Raison D'Etre should be to get Payne's Scottish ass back on the boards.  Syn too!
Cynicism is a blank check for failure.

hunter s.durden

This space for rent.

P3nT4gR4m

Quote from: hunter s.durden on November 15, 2007, 02:35:41 AM
I don't want you back.

Faggot.

Best reason anyones given me for sticking around.

Twat!

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Cain

So wait, are we trying to help you so you'll go away, or stick around?

*is confused*

Darth Cupcake

Quote from: Cain on November 15, 2007, 12:50:07 PM
So wait, are we trying to help you so you'll go away, or stick around?

*is confused*

Both.

He is currently Schroedinger's Scot, if you will. The longer we can trap him in that bizarre state, the crazier he will slowly become, until he just explodes.

This result in either a really big mess of blood and guts, or some really cool, really entertaining posts for us to watch.
Be the trouble you want to see in the world.

Dysfunctional Cunt

Quote from: Darth Cupcake on November 15, 2007, 05:32:35 PM

This result in either a really big mess of blood and guts, or some really cool, really entertaining posts for us to watch.

Either one can be entertaining if done correctly! :lulz:

Cramulus

Quote from: Darth Cupcake on November 15, 2007, 05:32:35 PM
Quote from: Cain on November 15, 2007, 12:50:07 PM
So wait, are we trying to help you so you'll go away, or stick around?

*is confused*

Both.

He is currently Schroedinger's Scrote, if you will. The longer we can trap him in that bizarre state, the crazier he will slowly become, until he just explodes.

fixed to match what I thought it said at first