THE ULTIMATE PD.COM THREAD. SO JUST SHUT UP. ALL OF YOU.

[Don Coyote]

How does steampunk fit into all of this?

[Adios]

How does steampunk fit into all of this?

Is it even possible to do steampunk wrong? I was unaware there was a right way.

to all of it though.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I am told that it is in fact possible to do steampunk wrong.

And I include steampunk because steampunktards, like furries, tend to be for some reason "libertarian".

[Don Coyote]

I am told that it is in fact possible to do steampunk wrong.

And I include steampunk because steampunktards, like furries, tend to be for some reason "libertarian".

BRB GLUING GEARS TO FOX TAILS!!!!!

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Oh dear. Let it all out, Roger. Breathe deep and let the bile flow. It's good for you. Can you give me a second, I wanna get a Haz-Mat suit. These guys sound contagious.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

I am told that it is in fact possible to do steampunk wrong.

And I include steampunk because steampunktards, like furries, tend to be for some reason "libertarian".

In Columbus I think they're mostly liberal (based on my experiences anyway).

[The Johnny]

what you have against emily dickinson 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN!

[East Coast Hustle]

I'm pretty sure this thread has made PD.com obsolete.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

[BabylonHoruv]

I cried great big dayglo tears.

[BadBeast]

In vain, I blinked back tears of joy and wonder, so hard that I did a little tiny pooh!
I'm going to sell it as a blim of 'Nepalese Temple Bal"l to the next stupid Hippy I see. Tell them it's "Real good shit". I might even hang around and give them the ol' Stinkeye until they skin it up in a 'blunt', and try to appease me by offering me a toke. At which point, I shall say "Fuck off, you silly Hippy, I'd rather smoke my own shit!". Then go and spend the £15 I chored off him on some proper Drugs. Something sparky and pharmaceutical to make me go "WHEEEEeey up". Carefully prepared in a Gypsy's bathtub from the dessicated adrenal glands of weasels.  

Thank you Roger, you beautiful old bastard. You just demonstrated to me how self sufficiency is alive and well, and (given the right emotional stimulus) oozing out of my own foetid arsehole! May Eris always keep your rant gland filled with . . . . . . whatever the blithering fuck it is that makes you so fucking Holy!    

[Lies]

Stolen and added to facebook. This oughtta rile up a few of my friends.

[Richter]

I am told that it is in fact possible to do steampunk wrong.

Rushing up to mouthbreath distance of anyone who looks remotely interested and barfing out some irrelevant personal fanfiction about how you became an airship pirate is one way.

Lack of SCIENCE! is another.

[Eve Hill]

You know what I hate?  Pot-smoking objectivist-anarchist libertarian pervert shamans who believe in magic while doing steampunk wrong.  Smoking their spliffs and wanking over sigils, while they preach self-reliance on Starbucks wifi at the university, paid for with daddy's credit card.

Yeah, they're the fucking worst.  When they're not hanging around the philosophy section at Barnes & Noble trying to look menacing, they're trolling Pagan coffee shops, looking for trustafarian chicks to glom onto.

That's bad news for the trustafarian chicks.  These bastards will go on and on about the Great American Novel that will expose the nanny state for what it is, but they never seem to actually write it...And when the unfortunate trustafarian girl finally dumps them, they'll hang out on the girl's stoop in the rain each night, reading Emily Dickenson poems as loud as they can while still sounding pathetic.  The horror.

It is my opinion as a Holy Man™ that they should all be bludgeoned with a bag full of Ayn Rand novels and Raven Silverwolfhands "sacred texts", and then be tipped into the sewer.

"But", they say, "I'm drawing sigils as fast as I can!  The Free Market™ shall provide for me, for I believe in it, I even built a fucking altar to it, where I "work with" the Gods of the Marketplace.  I shall have a job in NO TIME!  That's what SELF-RELIANCE is all about!  What?  Yeah, put my next Mocha Java Frappachino on dad's AMEX with the rest.  Thanks."

My response is that without the sacred GOYA rituals, all of that is as useless as Ron Paul's retarded kid.  GOYA is a secret ritual held by blue-collar workers and successful artists the world over, but I am here today to break the silence and reveal the secret to you fuckjobs.

Get Off Your Arse.  Yep, it's that simple.  If you're looking for a job, go hit the fucking bricks and apply every day.  If you're writing a novel, WRITE the fucking thing...Of course, if you're just using the concept as a pick up line, more power to you.  Enjoy your smelly trustafarian chicks.  Fact is, Get Off Your Arse is the ONLY ritual that works, and you don't even need a cheesy, Cutlery World "athame" to make it work.

And, if you want to spew "rational anarchy", "self-reliance", and "the Free Market™", you'll have a bit more credibility if you aren't on dad's credit card or the public teat...And if you want to spew shit about things that AREN'T REAL, like "shamanism", "magick", and "sigils", well, I can't stop you...But expect the mockery you so richly deserve.

And, finally, if you feel the need to smoke pot, knock yourself out.  Just don't feel the need to drop in and tell us about how it changed your life, opened up your mind, and put you in contact with your fucking "totem spirit", or whatever the hell it is you hallucinated last.  We don't want to hear it, and we'll make your fucking eyes bleed if you insist on screaming "420! SMOKE POT EVERY DAY".

Seriously.  You're a plague on mankind, and if you really loved me, you'd kill yourself today.

Or Kill Me.