A SHOW OF HANDS

[tyrannosaurus vex]

Even when I'm not having fun, I'm having fun. Lately, it's hard to miss that for some reason. If the world were a roller coaster (and it is), you can't really help but have fun. Unless you have a weak stomach, and in that case, you just don't realize how much fun vomiting is.

[Doktor Howl]

Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.

And miss all the cheap laughs?

You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear.  They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.

Best to have fun, instead.

[hooplala]

 What do you do Hoopla?  And are they downtown and hiring?

Photoshop porn.  And, yes and yes.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

fun is all there is worth doing.

memebomb.

I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned.  The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb.  I have a special word for people like that.

I'm kinda with you on that.

[Jasper]

Unless you have a weak stomach, and in that case, you just don't realize how much fun vomiting is.

I want this on the newsfeed. 

[LMNO]

Of course, of course, when faced with two choices, the majority of people here will parse it out and decide that there should be (2 + n) choices, where n approaches ∞.


Of course.


Even so, I think my point is understood.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.

And miss all the cheap laughs?

You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear.  They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.

Best to have fun, instead.

They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.

But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.

[Dimocritus]

The answer is not binary.

Agree'd. Plus there is overlapping areas. F'rinstance, school. It may not be a knock-down, drag-out hootin' hollerin' extravaganza, but learning cool new things is enjoyable.

I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned.  The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb.  I have a special word for people like that.

Agree'd. But this is not binary either.

[tyrannosaurus vex]

Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.

And miss all the cheap laughs?

You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear.  They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.

Best to have fun, instead.

They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.

But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.

I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.

[Doktor Howl]

Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.

And miss all the cheap laughs?

You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear.  They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.

Best to have fun, instead.

They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.

But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.

So do I.  Davidson Canyon on the East side of Tucson, Green Valley on the South end, Star Pass on the West, and Piccacho on the North.

Pictures of Piccacho should be posted on Portland Bridges.  It would either increase the suicide rate, or eliminate it altogether.

[Captain Utopia]

I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned.  The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb.  I have a special word for people like that.

Agree'd. But this is not binary either.

It is in R-Prime.  But a benefit of attacking on all fronts is that you can be an affront to everyone.  I'm not quite ready to stop spagging up the memebomb thread yet.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.

And miss all the cheap laughs?

You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear.  They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.

Best to have fun, instead.

They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.

But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.

I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.

Oh, I'm not suicidal, I just sometimes feel like it might be necessary to drive off a bridge.

Or get in my car and drive through the night at 90 miles per hour until I reach the place where the roads are so narrow and bendy that I can't go over 40 and then eventually the trees are bigger than any trees you've ever seen and the lichen hangs down like green stalactites, and then you're on dirt and you have to get out and walk, and you can walk almost forever and there's nobody anywhere and everything is so, so, so beautiful. At the end of the world.

[Doktor Howl]

Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.

And miss all the cheap laughs?

You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear.  They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.

Best to have fun, instead.

They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.

But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.

I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.

Suicide isn't what we're talking about.  We're talking about bridges in Portland, which is murder.

[Dimocritus]

I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned.  The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb.  I have a special word for people like that.

Agree'd. But this is not binary either.

It is in R-Prime.  But a benefit of attacking on all fronts is that you can be an affront to everyone.  I'm not quite ready to stop spagging up the memebomb thread yet.

I feel that a well constructed meme can pack a paragraphs worth of meaning (memeing) in one quick shot, which is good. But, it's incredibly difficult to construct such a perfect meme, and in the end you have one good for every one-hundred bad/mediocre.

The benifit of a longer peice is you have way more wiggle-room and time to speak your piece. The draw back, as was stated above, is that people, in general, today will not take the time to read it (which, incidentally, pisses me off).

I think, really, the best aproach would be to construct a good meme as a sort of head-line to larger piece. That way you can get into the head of anyone who spots it and provide them with further material to chew on.

I have yet to read any of the books on memes, so I'm not sure if the above approach has been elaborated on to any degree, but thinking about it, I think I'm going to give this treatment to a few of my flyers...

[Cramulus]

I have fun, yeah. But the fun is bookended by laziness and boredom.

I was talking to somebody the other day about the Society of the Spectacle -- about how life is more about the acquisition of images than experiences --

and that's probably what draws me to LARPing. Two days ago at this time, I was on a stealth mission bellycrawling through the snow, delivering emergency supplies to my town guards while the enemy forces patrolled the woods looking for me. It was fucking intense!!

It was SO much more exciting that watching a movie or reading a book. I mean, it was fiction, but I really experienced it.