What are your hopes for 2012?

[Phox]

So, getting a new roommate tomorrow. Hoping that works out well. (Since I invited her into my home because she has nowhere else to go, it damn well better )

[Cain]

Or hell, at least you weren't born in central fucking Africa, which is by all accounts a REALLY shitty place to spend Saturday night.

For some people's idea of a good Saturday night, anyway.

Personally, leading my drug taking child-soldier cultists to an arms deal sounds like a good time.  We can play football and enjoy "dead rat theatre" afterwards.

[navkat]

I must admit being susceptible to navkat's notion of practical nostalgia, as the positive anticipation thereof, for having a party that's totally out of control.  Maybe even a free-party style rave for the zeitgeist and what not?

Fuck yeah. There is nothing that feels as good as "People around me are doing okay, the world is getting better, no one's on my back, love is everywhere, everyone around me is in a good mood, having a good time and we are all FREE."

[navkat]

There is a unique state of ecstasy that can only result from conquering the bad time and coming out victorious. From being previously oppressed and the infectious vibe of excitement and hope and liberty when it's lifted. I get high on that shit, man. I get high on other people being happy and indulgent.

So much of the party is reliant on other people. It should be no surprise that sex and intimacy are more my vices than drugs are. Getting high off other people is what drives a lot of my behaviour and philosopy.

The worst torture in the world to me is to be isolated or surrounded by people in whom the lights are out--either because they're too stupid or too jaded to be touched by my efforts to turn on those lights.

Happy people, getting off, costumes, lights, art, debauchery, music, decadence, love, sex, comraderie...these things are a fucking drug. Anything people touch. Anything people use to touch others.

I can never escape the BIP because times of plenty and fun inevitably must end, but in this way, I have managed to create a riot in the chow hall for short periods of time that change people and myself...make them a little less bitter...make them think maybe a half-second longer before dismissing the next person's extended hand in frienship...a little less suspicious and certain that "everything sucks."

Yes, I'm feeding my own high. Yes, it's a matter of self-interest but it's the most divine selfishness of which I can conceive. And if you don't find that the least bit revolutionary...well, let's agree to disagree.

[P3nT4gR4m]

I hope someone invents a drug that raises IQ tenfold and then spikes the water supply with it

I hope the aliens turn up and I'm able to sell the majority of my fellow man to an intergalactic burger chain

I hope the climate continues to change in spectacular and dangerous ways - moar hurricanes in 2012 FTW!

I hope that someone cracks cinavia and restores my god given right to steal movies and watch them on my PS3

I hope that whomsoever is campaigning to have the price of alcohol raised in scotland is abducted and repeatedly gang raped, inna face, by rabid weasels

Tonight, as every other night of my life, I will pray for a zombie apocalypse to deliver me from the tedium of 21st century existence

[navkat]

I hope p3nt comes to the U.S and parties with me.

[P3nT4gR4m]

I get the distinct impression that the ministry of paranoia and hysterical overreaction might have a slight issue with this. Especially given that I technically won the last war I declared on your country.

[navkat]

WHAT DID YOU DO?

[P3nT4gR4m]

It was back in the late 80's - early 90's and someone had just released a heavy duty encryption utility for the commodore Amiga (can't remember now if it was 32-bit 64-bit or 128-bit but it was more bits than your governators could stomach anyway). Around this time the US ministry of hostile paranoid psychosis announced that they had decided to classify this particular level of encryption "military grade" and it's use (by anyone, mind you) would be treated as an act of war.

Needless to say every cracked game that passed through our humble distribution network from then, right up until we got bored, included an official declaration of war on the USA, military grade encrypted of course. One of the victory conditions was something along the lines of "failure to respond to this declaration" by a certain date.

So, yeah, basically all your base are belong to us

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It was back in the late 80's - early 90's and someone had just released a heavy duty encryption utility for the commodore Amiga (can't remember now if it was 32-bit 64-bit or 128-bit but it was more bits than your governators could stomach anyway). Around this time the US ministry of hostile paranoid psychosis announced that they had decided to classify this particular level of encryption "military grade" and it's use (by anyone, mind you) would be treated as an act of war.

Needless to say every cracked game that passed through our humble distribution network from then, right up until we got bored, included an official declaration of war on the USA, military grade encrypted of course. One of the victory conditions was something along the lines of "failure to respond to this declaration" by a certain date.

So, yeah, basically all your base are belong to us

Yep.  You won.  You own the joint.

Now come over and fix it, will you?

[P3nT4gR4m]

It was back in the late 80's - early 90's and someone had just released a heavy duty encryption utility for the commodore Amiga (can't remember now if it was 32-bit 64-bit or 128-bit but it was more bits than your governators could stomach anyway). Around this time the US ministry of hostile paranoid psychosis announced that they had decided to classify this particular level of encryption "military grade" and it's use (by anyone, mind you) would be treated as an act of war.

Needless to say every cracked game that passed through our humble distribution network from then, right up until we got bored, included an official declaration of war on the USA, military grade encrypted of course. One of the victory conditions was something along the lines of "failure to respond to this declaration" by a certain date.

So, yeah, basically all your base are belong to us

Yep.  You won.  You own the joint.

Now come over and fix it, will you?

From the office of the Scottish Empire Ministry of Foreign Occupation
(a division of operation landgrab)

Dear Sir/Madam,

We have noted your request for work to be undertaken with regards to your landmass (one United States of America) and the reparation thereof.

We regret to inform you that all our repair crews are currently way too drunk to even consider the possibility of giving the merest hint of a flying fuck, let alone actually getting off their lazy arses and doing anything about it but, in the event that this situation changes at any point in the next decade or so, please rest assured that your request has been duly noted, herewith and notwithstanding.

Your call is important to us and we are currently doing everything we can be arsed to (and less) in order to bring a prompt and satisfactory resolution to your problem.

Love and kisses

Hamish McWankstain
Minister of the Holy Suppository

[minuspace]

As a last resort, we could occupy this years autonomous mutant festival, after crashing burning man from convoys of decommissioned amphibious tanks...  Just saying...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

As a last resort, we could occupy this years autonomous mutant festival, after crashing burning man from convoys of decommissioned amphibious tanks...  Just saying...

[navkat]

It was back in the late 80's - early 90's and someone had just released a heavy duty encryption utility for the commodore Amiga (can't remember now if it was 32-bit 64-bit or 128-bit but it was more bits than your governators could stomach anyway). Around this time the US ministry of hostile paranoid psychosis announced that they had decided to classify this particular level of encryption "military grade" and it's use (by anyone, mind you) would be treated as an act of war.

Needless to say every cracked game that passed through our humble distribution network from then, right up until we got bored, included an official declaration of war on the USA, military grade encrypted of course. One of the victory conditions was something along the lines of "failure to respond to this declaration" by a certain date.

So, yeah, basically all your base are belong to us

Hott.