It's always the drugs, Jim.

[Doktor Howl]

Incidentally, I was only joking.  It isn't the drugs, it's Tucson.  And we're all doomed here.   

Dok,
No way out.

[Jasper]

Yeah, but Nigel had a point in that thread.  Ranting is a dead art, here.

I haven't ranted in a while.  For a long time now I've been on this "calmly accept the failings of human existence" kick.

IF you don't kick the dog once in a while, It will keep shitting on your carpet

I am considering on making a major change in behavior to this effect.

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[Doktor Howl]

Are Doktor Howl and Miss Freaky together? Married? They seem like the discordian John Lennon and Yoko Ono of the internet.

It's complicated.

In any case, you should probably apologize to her now, for comparing her to Yoko Ono.  It would be the polite thing to do.

Bump, just so there's no chance of a misunderstanding.

Dok,
Doesn't mind being called a filthy hippie by someone who doesn't know any better, but would prefer that Freeky not be compared to some fucking artiste.

[Doktor Howl]

Well, looks like Judge Nasty has no interest in replying (to this, or a PM), even though he's been on the whole time, which implies that either:

1.  He was being deliberately insulting, or

2.  He's a fucking pussy.

Either way, I guess I have someone new to fight with.   

[Phox]

Well, looks like Judge Nasty has no interest in replying (to this, or a PM), even though he's been on the whole time, which implies that either:

1.  He was being deliberately insulting, or

2.  He's a fucking pussy.

Either way, I guess I have someone new to fight with.   

I wouldn't like to be compared to Yoko Ono either. Not even to say how much prettier and more talented I am. 

[Doktor Howl]

Well, looks like Judge Nasty has no interest in replying (to this, or a PM), even though he's been on the whole time, which implies that either:

1.  He was being deliberately insulting, or

2.  He's a fucking pussy.

Either way, I guess I have someone new to fight with.   

I wouldn't like to be compared to Yoko Ono either. Not even to say how much prettier and more talented I am. 

Doesn't matter.  Judge Nasty has already attacked just about everyone else he's spoken to.  He's another Wade...Nothing to see here.

[Phox]

Well, looks like Judge Nasty has no interest in replying (to this, or a PM), even though he's been on the whole time, which implies that either:

1.  He was being deliberately insulting, or

2.  He's a fucking pussy.

Either way, I guess I have someone new to fight with.   

I wouldn't like to be compared to Yoko Ono either. Not even to say how much prettier and more talented I am. 

Doesn't matter.  Judge Nasty has already attacked just about everyone else he's spoken to.  He's another Wade...Nothing to see here.

Meh. He hasn't spoken to me, and I've only seen that post and the one he just posted in Open Bar, so I can't say I really know. Still, I completely understand how that can be taken as an insult. I mean, going with the same theme, he could have compared you to the George Harrison and Ringo Starr of the Discordian internet, or whatever it was he said. Equally valid, and much less offensive.

[Doktor Howl]

Well, looks like Judge Nasty has no interest in replying (to this, or a PM), even though he's been on the whole time, which implies that either:

1.  He was being deliberately insulting, or

2.  He's a fucking pussy.

Either way, I guess I have someone new to fight with.   

I wouldn't like to be compared to Yoko Ono either. Not even to say how much prettier and more talented I am. 

Doesn't matter.  Judge Nasty has already attacked just about everyone else he's spoken to.  He's another Wade...Nothing to see here.

Meh. He hasn't spoken to me, and I've only seen that post and the one he just posted in Open Bar, so I can't say I really know. Still, I completely understand how that can be taken as an insult. I mean, going with the same theme, he could have compared you to the George Harrison and Ringo Starr of the Discordian internet, or whatever it was he said. Equally valid, and much less offensive.

Between Open Bar and PMs, he's definitely a DK/Wade sort, probably back for revenge after we shat all over him whenever he was here the first time.

[Suu]

He's posting way too comprehensively to be Wade.

[Doktor Howl]

He's posting way too comprehensively to be Wade.

I'm thinking #6, or the long-awaited return of Dr Cowass.

[Adios]

Are Doktor Howl and Miss Freaky together? Married? They seem like the discordian John Lennon and Yoko Ono of the internet.

Assume nothing.

[Cainad (dec.)]

Wow, I really need to start saving my longer posts as text files on my computer for later analysis. Phlegmy cold, Tylenol AM, Adderall, and lack of sufficient sleep do not a clear narrative make.

[Lies]

I've always wanted to write more rants, but I seem to be busy with life.
Maybe I'll write a rant about being to busy to rant, if I can ever get around to it.

[Freeky]

Are Doktor Howl and Miss Freaky together? Married? They seem like the discordian John Lennon and Yoko Ono of the internet.

It's complicated.

In any case, you should probably apologize to her now, for comparing her to Yoko Ono.  It would be the polite thing to do.

Bump, just so there's no chance of a misunderstanding.

Dok,
Doesn't mind being called a filthy hippie by someone who doesn't know any better, but would prefer that Freeky not be compared to some fucking artiste.

Yeah, that.

[Payne]

It was one of those days where the light seems to come from every direction at once. That bright grey that hurts your eyes. And the mercury lay just below skin temp, with the softest kiss of wind over flesh.

A day, then, to be painfully aware.

I don't know if I was coming down, or climbing up again, and it didn't matter. All roads lead to Tucson anyway. And my traitorous body was likely travelling at least three of them at the same time. All I know is: all that whiskey last night solved nothing, the pills I had this morning have't kicked in yet, and I am in no mans land.

His house is ramshackle affair, and cosmetically it's as pleasing as a sand paper enema. It's all wrong and harsh and unloved. And even it's structure appears to be almost accidentally erect - like no one part can agree to fall first and so they all fall at once and support each other in their greed and weakness. All roads lead here too.

And so I sit in his kitchen as he fixes me a coffee in a cracked mug that says "orlds est ad", the snick snick snick sounds of his slippers on unwashed sticky bar room linoleum the counterpoint to the gurgling pipes and ever-dripping taps.

From somewhere deep in his throat he clears phlegm (it probably voted for Kennedy, back in the day - it sounds dusty and entrenched enough). And as he begins to tell me his Life Story, the Med Train finaly arrives at terminus-Tucson... I fall asleep once more.