Can I interrupt your very important business for just one second?

[Luna]

Well, then...

Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE.  Shit, if I can do it...

HOLY WORK ^tm

Wasn't aimed at you, Richter, I know you haven't been able to get on from work.  My sorry excuse is that the only way I can get on from work is my Droid, and that's a plain bitch to compose anything real on.

[LMNO]

Dimo, the phrase, "I shit at the speed of c" has been nominated for 'most awesome quote of the month'. Awards will be presented never,, because we're all too awesome to go to that fucking awards show.

[Pæs]

Motherfucker just broke the fourth wall and I went and made eye contact with one of the actors. Shit, shit. He is looking at me, right? It's not just some camera trick, addressing all of the viewers at home? No, he's got me. The son of a bitch has got me and I'm sitting here with a stupid look on my face, trying to force a grin but I can't push the shock back.

The rest of the audience turns back to look at me expectantly and I realise it's my line. My mouth works; I'm chewing on my tongue and nobody is feeding me my cue. I'd like to take a moment to remember exactly how he addressed me (to fit a reply to it, or so I can justify further silence?)  but I've left it too long already and I can recall the gist of it... that I'd been caught red-handed.

Hadn't I been thinking the same thing myself?

I used to be up there, you see. I was at home up on the stage, with the rest of them. I don't even know why I'm sitting out. I missed my entrance and just kind of settled into the crowd to enjoy the show.

Guess I'm going to ad-lib ramble.

In meatspace, I'm used to being the smartest person in the room.
You probably wouldn't guess it scanning back over my posting history, but I am a veritable authority on all manner of  Important Things amongst many of those I associate with. That isn't supposed to pathetically self-critical of my posts here, it just seems fair to me.

I leave that outside when I come in here and I'm usually glad to do so. I don't touch the serious political discussion, for example, because I know that given a little time, someone else will make my point better than I could have... but I do keep those threads open for when that someone makes their post, because I'm still interested in learning. Trouble with this is how easy it becomes to settle into a pattern of only reading and eventually convincing myself that there are no topics I could offer useful insight into, assuming that someone else will come along and do it better.

I'm still here, Dok, and I fucking welcome someone else correcting gaps in my knowledge or errors in my analysis of topics in which they are more knowledgeable. I'd like to encourage someone else to call my on my bullshit and challenge me.

I'm still here for the same reason as ever, because I want to evolve. I want to throw my opinions in and have them stress tested, dismantled, remixed, spat back out at me as something new. I'm still here because I want to do that to your ideas. I've been doing that to your ideas, but I've been leeching and closing the connection before I can share what I have. Discordia isn't like QUANTUMZ. It doesn't change just because you're observing it.


Recently, as I make a habit of doing, I submitted my entire understanding of Discordia to doubt. I doubted the usefulness of the Horrible Truth.

I fed my doubts studies into the benefits of holding positive illusions. Whether I Lo5'd it or not, a number of my sources of input contained information about the health benefits of believing things that are not true. They all seemed to say at once "maybe this isn't such a good idea."

I fed my doubt a conversation with a friend who suffers from depressive realism. There are a number of parallels between our worldviews, with the major difference that the things that cause me to giggle like a schoolgirl cause her to be overcome with paralysing dread.

This is the place I come to inspire me when I have considerations such as these.  I search the board looking for the right words to set my mind moving again, so it can process whatever I've given it to work through. A thread from Cram about Excellence and Cain offering the quote "If there is any hope for the future, it surely must rest upon the ability to stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness." and I can move on, concluding "Fuck yes, Discordia is still relevant. I am a GROWN ASS MAN and I don't need positive illusions, training wheels on my reality, to keep me upright."

He is a warrior, who can stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness. But to stare into that void, sporting a crooked grin? That takes a special kind of pervert... and I hope that this is the place for those people, because those are the people we need. Whether you aim to change it, record it, or just troll the merry fuck out of the world, you are better equipped to work with it when you understand the tools you're using to interpret and interact with it.

I'm still here because Eris inspires me through you spags, and it's really not playing along if I don't inspire you all right back, whether you ask for it or not.

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

Motherfucker just broke the fourth wall and I went and made eye contact with one of the actors. Shit, shit. He is looking at me, right? It's not just some camera trick, addressing all of the viewers at home? No, he's got me. The son of a bitch has got me and I'm sitting here with a stupid look on my face, trying to force a grin but I can't push the shock back.

The rest of the audience turns back to look at me expectantly and I realise it's my line. My mouth works; I'm chewing on my tongue and nobody is feeding me my cue. I'd like to take a moment to remember exactly how he addressed me (to fit a reply to it, or so I can justify further silence?)  but I've left it too long already and I can recall the gist of it... that I'd been caught red-handed.

Hadn't I been thinking the same thing myself?

I used to be up there, you see. I was at home up on the stage, with the rest of them. I don't even know why I'm sitting out. I missed my entrance and just kind of settled into the crowd to enjoy the show.

Guess I'm going to ad-lib ramble.

In meatspace, I'm used to being the smartest person in the room.
You probably wouldn't guess it scanning back over my posting history, but I am a veritable authority on all manner of  Important Things amongst many of those I associate with. That isn't supposed to pathetically self-critical of my posts here, it just seems fair to me.

I leave that outside when I come in here and I'm usually glad to do so. I don't touch the serious political discussion, for example, because I know that given a little time, someone else will make my point better than I could have... but I do keep those threads open for when that someone makes their post, because I'm still interested in learning. Trouble with this is how easy it becomes to settle into a pattern of only reading and eventually convincing myself that there are no topics I could offer useful insight into, assuming that someone else will come along and do it better.

I'm still here, Dok, and I fucking welcome someone else correcting gaps in my knowledge or errors in my analysis of topics in which they are more knowledgeable. I'd like to encourage someone else to call my on my bullshit and challenge me.

I'm still here for the same reason as ever, because I want to evolve. I want to throw my opinions in and have them stress tested, dismantled, remixed, spat back out at me as something new. I'm still here because I want to do that to your ideas. I've been doing that to your ideas, but I've been leeching and closing the connection before I can share what I have. Discordia isn't like QUANTUMZ. It doesn't change just because you're observing it.


Recently, as I make a habit of doing, I submitted my entire understanding of Discordia to doubt. I doubted the usefulness of the Horrible Truth.

I fed my doubts studies into the benefits of holding positive illusions. Whether I Lo5'd it or not, a number of my sources of input contained information about the health benefits of believing things that are not true. They all seemed to say at once "maybe this isn't such a good idea."

I fed my doubt a conversation with a friend who suffers from depressive realism. There are a number of parallels between our worldviews, with the major difference that the things that cause me to giggle like a schoolgirl cause her to be overcome with paralysing dread.

This is the place I come to inspire me when I have considerations such as these.  I search the board looking for the right words to set my mind moving again, so it can process whatever I've given it to work through. A thread from Cram about Excellence and Cain offering the quote "If there is any hope for the future, it surely must rest upon the ability to stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness." and I can move on, concluding "Fuck yes, Discordia is still relevant. I am a GROWN ASS MAN and I don't need positive illusions, training wheels on my reality, to keep me upright."

He is a warrior, who can stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness. But to stare into that void, sporting a crooked grin? That takes a special kind of pervert... and I hope that this is the place for those people, because those are the people we need. Whether you aim to change it, record it, or just troll the merry fuck out of the world, you are better equipped to work with it when you understand the tools you're using to interpret and interact with it.

I'm still here because Eris inspires me through you spags, and it's really not playing along if I don't inspire you all right back, whether you ask for it or not.

Okay you motherfuckin shithead, that was a really fucking good post, fuck you.

[Triple Zero]

Needs very subtle amounts of eyeliner and lipstick:

[BadBeast]

PERRI IS AS GAY AS A BIG FLOWERY TREE FULL OF FUCKING PARROTS, ALL OF THEM SAYING "FAAAAABULOUS" TO EACH OTHER!

[Luna]

Suuure, he's not...

[P3nT4gR4m]

He is a warrior, who can stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness. But to stare into that void, sporting a crooked grin? That takes a special kind of pervert...

Yoinked for signatural purposes

[Precious Moments Zalgo]

I read the OP and am replying to it, will read rest of the thread later, when I have time.

Me: It will take four months to do this right, or two months just to get something good enough that I can demo to QA and find and then fix bugs later.
Boss: You have three weeks, and I also need you to do X, Y, Z, and Θ during the same time.  You can file bugs to cover stuff that's not complete by the deadline, and then work on those while you are doing your next assignment.

I work long hours to try to get things done, and when I do I get rewarded with more tasks.  I don't get paid by the hour.

At least I HAVE a job, I guess.  I work from home, which is nice, except when the TV situated right outside my office is tuned to TLC and turned up loud because everybody else in the house has to know what crazy adventures Jimbob and Michelle and their kids Joshua, Jana, John-David, Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, Jedidiah, Jeremiah, Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer, Jordyn-Grace, and Josie are having, and which screaming kid is going to win on Toddlers and Tiaras, and which wedding dress some bride is going to choose.  I shut the door, and that helps a little bit but not enough, and it also starts getting hot in here.

My job also pays me better than anything else I would be able to find, which is good because this house and all this stuff isn't going to pay for itself, but it sure doesn't leave me with much free time.  When running the numbers to determine if I could afford this foreclosed McMansion, I only considered the monthly payments.  I didn't consider that my utilities would more than double, and I also didn't anticipate inflation causing my grocery bill to double.  Groceries aren't considered as part of the official inflation numbers though, so I guess that means the country is in great shape, but me -- I went from having a modest savings rate to spending more than I make every month.

I gotta go, I'm running late.  I have things I have to get done.

[Dimocritus]

Dimo, the phrase, "I shit at the speed of c" has been nominated for 'most awesome quote of the month'. Awards will be presented never,, because we're all too awesome to go to that fucking awards show.

Thanks!

And this whole thread is 

[Elder Iptuous]

Smooth sailing.  A comfortable life.
A beautiful family. A beautiful wife.
Dumb luck provided what most do not hold:
A glittering spire for viewing this world.

I count myself one of you folks that can see
How crazy this life that we live tends to be.
I grasp that the model I keep in my head
Is not to be trusted, so lightly I tread.

I could rant up my guts, and act discontent,
But the truth is, I don't have that much I could vent.
I have what I need, and pursue what I want.
(For this I am grateful, and don't mean to taunt.)

I know that the people our society comprises
Are full up on foibles; that never surprises.
Perhaps I could help it. At least, try not to harm.
But, at heart I'm an animal, with selfish concerns.

I'll take care of myself and my own best I can
And not underestimate the value of friends.
I'll sit here in awe of the complexity and strife.
I'll ensure that my children will make it through life.

But,  society at large? Though it could stand to improve,
I just don't feel the urge to force it to move.
Am I out of place here, amidst all the ranting?
Is there a place for a viewpoint without breathless panting?

No man's an island, and fortunes get turned.
If things turn to shit, then I may well get burned.
My privileged position may go up in fire,
But I'll deal with that event, should it someday transpire.

Until then, I'm happy. With Hung Mung I sit.
I'll just look at the chaos, and love all this shit.
"A passive Discordian?  What good are you, man?"
Well, none, I confess.  But that's where I stand.

[Doktor Howl]

Until then, I'm happy. With Hung Mung I sit.
I'll just look at the chaos, and love all this shit.
"A passive Discordian?  What good are you, man?"
Well, none, I confess.  But that's where I stand.

[Elder Iptuous]

i can't tell whether you're laughing at me, or with me.
either way, you convinced me to inflict more crappy writing on the board.

[Dimocritus]

What was it I was saying about being intimidated to post after some people?

Dimo, luv, I'd kill for your talent with words.

Just had to say: Thank you, I appreciate the kind words but I think you might be giving me too much credit. I only write what I write because I'm not afraid to write it. Talent is irrelevant; the moment that I choose to write anything, I am automatically "better" (see: quotes) than every motherfucker that doesn't write anything, dig? After you get over that habit of measuring against an imaginary standard, you see there is absolutely nothing to fear, and then you can go off like a fountain (pen). And from there, you just further develop, as Nature intended. Don't let me, or anyone else, get in your way if you have something on your mind that needs saying, in any form. Plus, the forums aren't a bad place to get useful feedback from a receptive audience. Hell, they straightened me out halfway decent-like.

Plus, I've seen what you're capable of, and you're not giving yourself enough.

Credit, that is.

[Luna]

I hear ya, Dimo, and I'm working on it.  I'm still talking about it because I bet I'm not the only one.   

The standard isn't imaginary. It's you, and Dok, and Richter, and any of a dozen others I could name, but won't for fear of leaving someone out.  I have let "X could say this better" get in the way of "but I have something to add."  I have let "wow, my stuff is crap compared to EoC and Charley's" keep me from adding much to, for example, the Nessie thread.  (I made them sing, though, and the fact that people grabbed that ball and ran with it gave me warn fuzzies every time it came up.)

I'm not gonna set myself a "post something creative every day" goal, I just don't work that fast...  but I'll be inflicting more on y'all.   Just remember, you asked for it.