I am on a bus for 5 hours...

[Suu]

Oh why HELLO hot Vermont police officer...

[East Coast Hustle]

Vermont is still America! No matter what the Red Leafs say! Quacking fucks, get off my bus!

listen, I live in America and I can guaran-goddamn-tee that this "Vermont", as you say, is NOT part of America.

[Cain]

Suu is on a long bus trip?

[Iason Ouabache]

Suu is on a long bus trip?

... and she was never heard from again.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Suu is on a long bus trip?

... and she was never heard from again.

... because she got linked to TVTropes and spent the rest of her existence reading it.

[Suu]

Sorry. I'M distracted by Long Trail Hibernator and snow.

[Suu]

After a total of 26 hours in Burlington, I'm taking a shower, catching the city bus downtown and back to the Greyhound. There won't be as many Red Leafs this time. Not on a Monday afternoon. The last time I took this schedule we got stuck in White River Junction, again, and were delayed almost an hour. Good thing I wasn't planning on connecting to the bus to Providence.

Maybe, just maybe, it'll be on time and I can be back at 6. Then I'm going to see if Trav wants to go to the mall, because I'm in no significant rush to go home to the housemates, who are all pissed at GS again and apparently pissed at me em since they assume they're my parents, I'm 10 years old, and I need to tell them when I decide to do things like randomly take off to Vermont on a whim because I'm obviously not an adult. At all.

[East Coast Hustle]

there are far too many upstanding citizens of PD.com who are forced to live with douchenozzles.

We need to revisit the PD.commune idea.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

there are far too many upstanding citizens of PD.com who are forced to live with douchenozzles.

We need to revisit the PD.commune idea.

Fuck yes.  Then you can all see my hairy glory as I walk around nekkid.

TGRR,
Only wears clothes because the police make me.

[hooplala]

The bus, eh?

Watch out for men with machetes, and never but NEVER close your eyes.

[Richter]

there are far too many upstanding citizens of PD.com who are forced to live with douchenozzles.

We need to revisit the PD.commune idea.

Agreed.  Still good odds that in person we'll all be douchenozzles who will get on each other's nerves, but it would be fun up until we loose patience for each other.

[Cain]

The bus, eh?

Watch out for men with machetes, and never but NEVER close your eyes.

Oh shit, I just remembered that story about that Canadian bus dude.

http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Features/2008/08/11/pf-6413481.html

Nathan Carlson has barely slept since July 30.

"Ever since it happened, I haven't been able to get it out of my head," Carlson says haltingly. "I just don't know what to think of it, quite frankly."

The Edmonton ethno-historian is one of the world's leading experts on Windigo phenomenon, and the recent horrific beheading and alleged cannibalism on a Greyhound bus bound for Winnipeg from Edmonton rocked him to his very core.

As the grisly details of Tim McLean's last moments on Earth came to light in the following days, Carlson sank deeper and deeper into a fog of horror and revulsion.

Vince Weiguang Li is accused of abruptly attacking McLean, who by all accounts he didn't even know -- while McLean slept on the bus.

Up until a few days before the killing, Li held a part- time job delivering newspapers in Edmonton. He was well thought-of by his boss and considered a nice guy, if a bit quiet and shy.

On July 20 -- just 10 days before the killing -- Li delivered copies of the Sun that contained an extensive interview with Carlson about his research into the Windigo, a terrifying creature in native mythology that has a ravenous appetite for human flesh. It could take possession of people and turn them into cannibalistic monsters.

The two-page feature talked about how, in the late 1800s and into the 20th century, Windigo "encounters" haunted communities across northern Alberta and resulted in dozens of gruesome deaths.

In one case, a Cree trapper named Swift Runner was hanged after admitting to killing and eating his wife, children, brother and mother in the woods northeast of Edmonton in the winter of 1878-79.

Prior to being charged with murder, he had suffered screaming fits and nightmares, which he attributed to being possessed by a Windigo.

In several other cases, people banded together and killed individuals they feared were possessed by a Windigo. Often, they would decapitate the corpse and bury the head separate from the body in order to keep it from rising from the dead.

Carlson documented several cases in northern Alberta communities where people believing they were "turning Windigo" would go into convulsions, make terrifying animal sounds and beg their captors to kill them before they started eating people.

In last month's bus case, Li allegedly butchered McLean's body, brandishing the victim's severed head at the men who trapped him on the bus until police could arrive.

He was later accused of eating McLean's flesh.

When he appeared in a Portage La Prairie courthouse on charges of second-degree murder, the only words Li reportedly uttered were pleas for someone to kill him.

A lot of his reported behaviour eerily mirrors the Windigo cases recounted in the newspaper feature that Li helped deliver to Edmonton homes just days before McLean was killed, one of the most gruesome slayings in modern Canadian history.

Several media reports called McLean's killing unprecedented - an unspeakable, random attack the likes of which has never been seen in Canada.

But Carlson knows better.

"There are just too many parallels," he says.

"I can't say there's definite connection, but there are just too many coincidences.

"It's beyond eerie."

[LMNO]

I'd be interested in a Discordian commune, but only if I could get the assurance I wouldn't have to actually associate with any of you.

[Cainad (dec.)]

I'd be interested in a Discordian commune, but only if I could get the assurance I wouldn't have to actually associate with any of you.

I propose that we set up the commune such that none of us live within a mile of each other, ideally with our dwelling set many miles apart.

Oh wait...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I'd be interested in a Discordian commune, but only if I could get the assurance I wouldn't have to actually associate with any of you.

Why not?  We'd have fun.  You can drive, and I'll shoot stop signs from the passenger seat.