A SHOW OF HANDS

[Storebrand]

 

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

When I was a kid I had fun within very strict bounds. For the past ten years I've had fun and broken pretty much every boundary I could find.  I don't regret it and I don't think the world is a terrible place.

Sometimes people do terrible things, but they're fucking talking monkeys, what can you expect? You can scream at them to change, but that seems as likely to work as screaming at an amoeba to evolve. You can sit in a stew of self-pity, but thats no fun and doesn't fix anything. You can choose to see the world as meaningless, or as broken, or as about to go DOWN THE TUBES... but its just the fucking world and history is full of goddamned motherfuckers that have claimed the world is going down the tubes (and don't I know it after spending 25 years preaching that old song?!). They, so far, have been wrong.

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.

True enough. I have had some very intense experiences while playing in a Larp or in the SCA... charging through the woods and crossing steel with the enemy is a far better rush than watching the Princess Bride

Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.

[Doktor Howl]

Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.

This is the essence of Slack:  Enjoying the ride.

[E.O.T.]

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.

THIS

         Is hilarious and worth knowing more about. If this were an ongoing blog, it'd be the only one I'd be willing to read AND I'd subscribe to it

I CAN'T

          help re-reading the O.P. and finding it to be on one hand, too vague, which may be why it has lead to suicide and murder.

BUT ALSO

         The O.P. is a mountain of irony. Why, is the selleck waterfall sandwich, for instance, NOT the biggest thing since sliced bread?

[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.

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

Damn straight. You have to really watch those bastards, or they'll GET you.

So, yesterday I had fun going to my second favorite place in Portland. This time, though, I didn't go inside... I went down to Oaks Bottom and walked below the mausoleum on the outside. I don't know which I like better. In its grey concrete state of semi-decay, looming over the wildlife preserve with the sunlight in glancing slices through the alders and cottonwoods, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I walked up the slope on steps made of pieces of railroad ties set into the dirt and could see, through one of the ground-level windows, the crypts with a view. I wonder if they paid more for those crypts.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.

This is the essence of Slack:  Enjoying the ride.

100% TROOF

[hooplala]

Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.

This is the essence of Slack:  Enjoying the ride.

100% TROOF

"Don't just eat a hamburger, eat the hell out of it!"

[Doktor Howl]

Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.

This is the essence of Slack:  Enjoying the ride.

100% TROOF

"Don't just eat a hamburger, eat the hell out of it!"

Precisely...and don't just have sex, knock the bottom out of that shit or snap it the fuck off, depending on the gender of your partner.

There is no excuse for kinda doing anything.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

TO THE WALL, DOKTOR HOWL. GOT TO TAKE IT ALL THE WAY TO THE WALL.

[-Kel-]

only thing i could think of is how much fun i really have.....

metric tons

[NotPublished]

Life may not be perfect, but its no exuse to get upset about it .. I figure as long as you have people in life, what more do you need?

Through the screams of agony,
they kneel before their saviour.
But I just laugh, saying
Shut the hell up.

[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.

Damn straight. You have to really watch those bastards, or they'll GET you.

So, yesterday I had fun going to my second favorite place in Portland. This time, though, I didn't go inside... I went down to Oaks Bottom and walked below the mausoleum on the outside. I don't know which I like better. In its grey concrete state of semi-decay, looming over the wildlife preserve with the sunlight in glancing slices through the alders and cottonwoods, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I walked up the slope on steps made of pieces of railroad ties set into the dirt and could see, through one of the ground-level windows, the crypts with a view. I wonder if they paid more for those crypts.

It's good to see writing like this again.  I had a very vivid mental picture of that.

[Muir]

Fun is an every day thing for me.  Yes I get bored, depressed, and lonely (being a single mom isn't the most social of things, you know), but I still have fun.  Today I put mint mouthwash in my Scooba robot just to see what would happen (the house smelled faintly of mint - big surprise there :P), amazed a cable repair guy by my pseudo-knowledge of computers (he actually believed I knew what I was talking about), and went shopping (bought chocolate bubble bath) and ended up sitting in the taxi chatting to the taxi driver for 20 minutes after I got back home. :P  Going to try the bubble bath tomorrow.  I swear...if I don't come out smelling like a chocolate factory, I'm going to be pissed off. :3

[Iason Ouabache]

This thread has made me realize that I don't have nearly as much fun as I need to. Time to find a hobby.

[Triple Zero]

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