Sermon # Whatever: I fucking hate you. Die.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

And now I must hand over the internets to Pixie, who fears I may marry everything I see if I am not controlled proper. 

To all a good night!

Nate was like that too. I shouldn't trust North Americans...

[The Good Reverend Roger]

And now I must hand over the internets to Pixie, who fears I may marry everything I see if I am not controlled proper. 

To all a good night!

Nate was like that too. I shouldn't trust North Americans...

We're a low breed.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

If he gets to marry you, I get to marry Eve. Or at least ask..

[Sir Bearington]

All this heat and light is starting to make me melt, why can't the rain come back?

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

All this heat and light is starting to make me melt, why can't the rain come back?

Because I am your rain goddess and I hate America.

[Juana]

Aaaand now you'll never be able to come here. No America for you!

[Sir Bearington]

All this heat and light is starting to make me melt, why can't the rain come back?

Because I am your rain goddess and I hate America.

But im british...   

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

I woke up today to the hiss of helicopter rotors whirling just outside my window. Not the WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP of one a moderate distance away, this one was so close I could practically hear the pilot laughing at people with their windows open. Obama is in town, you see, and I live near a freeway, light rail line, and heavy freight tracks, so I suppose they were just making sure the Muslim Brotherhood hadn't formed a powerful alliance with a fixed gear phalanx of trustafarians somewhere along the president's route.

The chopper finally quit making passes over my house but I was too hot to go back to sleep. There is an unwelcoming committee planning to shout angrily and wave barely readable signs. I'm not going. He's not likely to notice and the secret service is. I've been careful about staying anonymous—not that I think I can evade detection if they REALLY want to get my info, but I'm not going to make it a simple matter of taking a photograph of my my face.

The other day I was at a protest with an obscured identity and a hand made sign. I wanted to get a better sense of how far away you can read it so I crossed an intersection. My estimate was about 40-50 feet, decent I thought. When I returned to my post, my friend informed me of the alarmed security guards that had emptied out of the nearby bank when I had obliviously approached it. We also had to walk through downtown to leave the site, masked with the protest sign, which scared the shit out of the bourgeois diners and induced nervous looks from the hotel doormen and lone suits on quiet streets. Amusing, but not the point.

The whole idea was not for people to notice me, but notice my message. That's what people hire me to do as a graphic designer and I appreciate being mostly invisible. I'm not one to talk much unless I feel like I've got something to say that hasn't been said. If writing for the sake of forum activity is going to be the new norm, I'm going to start posting pinealist nonsense, which I feel exemplifies the idea that activity is more important than communicating or even just listening. It's like disturbing people with your appearance instead of your message.

[Sir Bearington]

I woke up today to the hiss of helicopter rotors whirling just outside my window. Not the WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP of one a moderate distance away, this one was so close I could practically hear the pilot laughing at people with their windows open. Obama is in town, you see, and I live near a freeway, light rail line, and heavy freight tracks, so I suppose they were just making sure the Muslim Brotherhood hadn't formed a powerful alliance with a fixed gear phalanx of trustafarians somewhere along the president's route.

The chopper finally quit making passes over my house but I was too hot to go back to sleep. There is an unwelcoming committee planning to shout angrily and wave barely readable signs. I'm not going. He's not likely to notice and the secret service is. I've been careful about staying anonymous—not that I think I can evade detection if they REALLY want to get my info, but I'm not going to make it a simple matter of taking a photograph of my my face.

The other day I was at a protest with an obscured identity and a hand made sign. I wanted to get a better sense of how far away you can read it so I crossed an intersection. My estimate was about 40-50 feet, decent I thought. When I returned to my post, my friend informed me of the alarmed security guards that had emptied out of the nearby bank when I had obliviously approached it. We also had to walk through downtown to leave the site, masked with the protest sign, which scared the shit out of the bourgeois diners and induced nervous looks from the hotel doormen and lone suits on quiet streets. Amusing, but not the point.

The whole idea was not for people to notice me, but notice my message. That's what people hire me to do as a graphic designer and I appreciate being mostly invisible. I'm not one to talk much unless I feel like I've got something to say that hasn't been said. If writing for the sake of forum activity is going to be the new norm, I'm going to start posting pinealist nonsense, which I feel exemplifies the idea that activity is more important than communicating or even just listening. It's like disturbing people with your appearance instead of your message.

TL;DR You must understand that i have a negative reaction to long posts and would rather be a shorter simple explanation.

But i sort of get what you are saying in which a prescence is more effective than a message.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

Aaaand now you'll never be able to come here. No America for you!

hey, I went there and it wasn't awesome. it was stressful and HOT and all Arizona and bi-polar alcoholic fiancée that later became a bigamist. San Francisco was cool in a slightly scary way, and there was ocean. I do not enjoy being landlocked.

I just hate Phoenix, which isn't an uncommon sentiment around here.

All this heat and light is starting to make me melt, why can't the rain come back?

Because I am your rain goddess and I hate America.

But im british...   

So am I, but Roger kept drowning us when he was being Rain God so when he died and I got it back, I pressed return to sender on the Rain Deity Device^TM. I suspect that madman Doktor Howl did his special brand of science to it, which means it does not respond well to gleeful button pressy madness. Besides, my raspberry plants are fucked from all the rain.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

and it's been too wet to plant my peas. They are huge, and I've got pea pods already, ffs.

GIVE PEAS A CHANCE!

:ducks to avoid the anti-pun missiles:

[Luna]

and it's been too wet to plant my peas. They are huge, and I've got pea pods already, ffs.

GIVE PEAS A CHANCE!

:ducks to avoid the anti-pun missiles:

Pixie, YOU?   

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

TL;DR You must understand that i have a negative reaction to long posts and would rather be a shorter simple explanation.

But i sort of get what you are saying in which a prescence is more effective than a message.

You must understand that I don't care about your negative reactions or your desire to be spoonfed dumbed down information.

But I get that your feeble, atrophied forebrain completely missed the point of my post.

[tyrannosaurus vex]

I woke up today to the hiss of helicopter rotors whirling just outside my window. Not the WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP of one a moderate distance away, this one was so close I could practically hear the pilot laughing at people with their windows open. Obama is in town, you see, and I live near a freeway, light rail line, and heavy freight tracks, so I suppose they were just making sure the Muslim Brotherhood hadn't formed a powerful alliance with a fixed gear phalanx of trustafarians somewhere along the president's route.

The chopper finally quit making passes over my house but I was too hot to go back to sleep. There is an unwelcoming committee planning to shout angrily and wave barely readable signs. I'm not going. He's not likely to notice and the secret service is. I've been careful about staying anonymous—not that I think I can evade detection if they REALLY want to get my info, but I'm not going to make it a simple matter of taking a photograph of my my face.

The other day I was at a protest with an obscured identity and a hand made sign. I wanted to get a better sense of how far away you can read it so I crossed an intersection. My estimate was about 40-50 feet, decent I thought. When I returned to my post, my friend informed me of the alarmed security guards that had emptied out of the nearby bank when I had obliviously approached it. We also had to walk through downtown to leave the site, masked with the protest sign, which scared the shit out of the bourgeois diners and induced nervous looks from the hotel doormen and lone suits on quiet streets. Amusing, but not the point.

The whole idea was not for people to notice me, but notice my message. That's what people hire me to do as a graphic designer and I appreciate being mostly invisible. I'm not one to talk much unless I feel like I've got something to say that hasn't been said. If writing for the sake of forum activity is going to be the new norm, I'm going to start posting pinealist nonsense, which I feel exemplifies the idea that activity is more important than communicating or even just listening. It's like disturbing people with your appearance instead of your message.

I'd love for the new norm to be writing for the sake of somebody fucking reading it who isn't already here 16 hours per day. Forum activity will follow that naturally, I would think.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

Aaaand now you'll never be able to come here. No America for you!

GARBO DO THAT TO ME OH PLEASE OH PLEASE