THE PROBLEM WITH THIS BOARD

[Nephew Twiddleton]

UNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH

Now I want to accidentally something.

CUE
THE
EXCUSES

I have none. While I have been trying to contribute content lately with my OKM threads, I've not been as great reading and commenting on other's content. I have no excuse. I'm being lazy about it.

I'll have an idea at 3 in the morning. I'll bang it out, and I will respond to the responses.

Holy shit, I'm in danger of becoming Sepia...

[Doktor Howl]

Where are my Waffles?  Hmmm?

[Sita]

No excuses from me. It's all been said before.
There appears to be some wall in my head that wants attention but at the same time desperately wants to be hidden. This produces an insane conflict.
So yeah. I'm one of those that just reads and refreshes (except apparently when these type threads pop up for some reason). Sorry.

[The Johnny]

You know...my problem with this board is there's always somebody that has got a problem with this board.

I.like this place, just as it is. I have zero expectations about how and when and what people post. If shit annoys me I call it out immediately. I like the people, I. like what they say.

CPD has been posting way more in the last few weeks than...ever.

I would take one of her for a thousand banal assclowns any day.

This place isnt exactly vibrating with activity, but the shit that's here is often gold. Real gold, not the fake shit.

That's all I need, really.

Problem is, it would be nice to have someone to bullshit with, too.

And that stopped weeks ago.

Roger, I want you to know that there's little else I'd.like than to just bullshit with you and other people here. You folks are like.family to.me, no shit.

And soon, I'll be able to. And I can't wait.

TO BE CLEAR:

It's not that people don't have time to BE here.  Life happens.  It's that people will stare at the screen for minutes or even HOURS, never saying a word.

The whole idea of a BBS is interaction.

Well, let's see, would I be included in that list of "zombies"? I'm not yanking your chain or anything, it's just that I'm not sure to whom the message is directed to.

I personally wouldn't think its partially oriented to me, because I've always been more of an ascended lurker than an "active member"... I also tend to comment on ongoing things rather than do my own, because my own stuff tends to flop abysmally for whatever reason.

[Doktor Howl]

No excuses from me. It's all been said before.
There appears to be some wall in my head that wants attention but at the same time desperately wants to be hidden. This produces an insane conflict.
So yeah. I'm one of those that just reads and refreshes (except apparently when these type threads pop up for some reason). Sorry.

Doesn't do any good to apologize to me.  I'm not the one that's going to PERDITION over this here shit.

[Doktor Howl]

Well, let's see, would I be included in that list of "zombies"? I'm not yanking your chain or anything, it's just that I'm not sure to whom the message is directed to.

I personally wouldn't think its partially oriented to me, because I've always been more of an ascended lurker than an "active member"... I also tend to comment on ongoing things rather than do my own, because my own stuff tends to flop abysmally for whatever reason.

You talk sometimes.  You rarely talk to me, and I have operated under the assumption that you're still pissed off over whatever it was that pissed you off.

But you talk.  You interact.

And, as predicted, the people who DO interact tend to assume that the rant is aimed at them.  On the other hand, other people who WERE the subject of the rant did speak up, too.

So I'm 1 for 2.  We in the business call this the Gross Prophet Margin.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Where are my Waffles?  Hmmm?

I agree.

It's not breakfast if there are no Waffles to be had.

[Doktor Howl]

Where are my Waffles?  Hmmm?

I agree.

It's not breakfast if there are no Waffles to be had.

I meant your WOMP-comic.

[President Television]

I know I'm one of the people Dok's talking about. I should have done something. I have no justification.

The problem with me is that I guess I'm a bit slow. By the time I've thought of something to say, somebody's already said it, several pages back. When I do post, it's always a statement of the obvious. There's really no need for me. That, and I've never really felt like I belonged here. For about a year now, it's been occurring to me, on and off, that maybe I'm not really much of a Discordian. And maybe I never was. I mean, I like you guys. If I didn't, I wouldn't hang around and view. And I like Discordia itself, it's just that I feel like it doesn't really suit me. I don't dance the dance of chaos. I don't act. I plan, and plan, and plan, and never do anything. And what do I do when I notice it? I sit around and observe. I let it happen. I know it's wrong, but I do it anyway, and I don't have an excuse. I guess the only explanation I can give is that I'm tired, and bitter, and humorless. And for that, I apologize. Because I'm not just a bad Discordian. I'm a bad human being.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Where are my Waffles?  Hmmm?

I agree.

It's not breakfast if there are no Waffles to be had.

I meant your WOMP-comic.

That is fair.

Ok. If not tonight, tomorrow night.

[Doktor Howl]

I know I'm one of the people Dok's talking about. I should have done something. I have no justification.

The problem with me is that I guess I'm a bit slow. By the time I've thought of something to say, somebody's already said it, several pages back. When I do post, it's always a statement of the obvious. There's really no need for me. That, and I've never really felt like I belonged here. For about a year now, it's been occurring to me, on and off, that maybe I'm not really much of a Discordian. And maybe I never was. I mean, I like you guys. If I didn't, I wouldn't hang around and view. And I like Discordia itself, it's just that I feel like it doesn't really suit me. I don't dance the dance of chaos. I don't act. I plan, and plan, and plan, and never do anything. And what do I do when I notice it? I sit around and observe. I let it happen. I know it's wrong, but I do it anyway, and I don't have an excuse. I guess the only explanation I can give is that I'm tired, and bitter, and humorless. And for that, I apologize. Because I'm not just a bad Discordian. I'm a bad human being.

1.  Justifications are for Catholics.  We do not hand out penance, here.  The idea is to become something different.  Better.  That's what all this shit is about, when it comes right down to cases.

2.  QUIT YOUR GODDAMN SNIVELING.  Discordianism, like everything else is LEARNED BEHAVIOR.  You get 65-100 years on this mudball, and believe you me, it goes by FAST.  Sitting and watching seems easier now, but just wait til you're old and that's ALL you can do.  IT CAN ALL START WITH ONE SIMPLE TASK:  GO OUTSIDE FOR A WALK.  Then find something DURING that walk that INTERESTS YOU.  If you need instructions beyond that point, ask Nigel, ECH, or myself.  But GODDAMMIT, stop wasting your youth.

[Doktor Howl]

Where are my Waffles?  Hmmm?

I agree.

It's not breakfast if there are no Waffles to be had.

I meant your WOMP-comic.

That is fair.

Ok. If not tonight, tomorrow night.

Tomorrow means never.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

I know I'm one of the people Dok's talking about. I should have done something. I have no justification.

The problem with me is that I guess I'm a bit slow. By the time I've thought of something to say, somebody's already said it, several pages back. When I do post, it's always a statement of the obvious. There's really no need for me. That, and I've never really felt like I belonged here. For about a year now, it's been occurring to me, on and off, that maybe I'm not really much of a Discordian. And maybe I never was. I mean, I like you guys. If I didn't, I wouldn't hang around and view. And I like Discordia itself, it's just that I feel like it doesn't really suit me. I don't dance the dance of chaos. I don't act. I plan, and plan, and plan, and never do anything. And what do I do when I notice it? I sit around and observe. I let it happen. I know it's wrong, but I do it anyway, and I don't have an excuse. I guess the only explanation I can give is that I'm tired, and bitter, and humorless. And for that, I apologize. Because I'm not just a bad Discordian. I'm a bad human being.

1.  Justifications are for Catholics.  We do not hand out penance, here.  The idea is to become something different.  Better.  That's what all this shit is about, when it comes right down to cases.

2.  QUIT YOUR GODDAMN SNIVELING.  Discordianism, like everything else is LEARNED BEHAVIOR.  You get 65-100 years on this mudball, and believe you me, it goes by FAST.  Sitting and watching seems easier now, but just wait til you're old and that's ALL you can do.  IT CAN ALL START WITH ONE SIMPLE TASK:  GO OUTSIDE FOR A WALK.  Then find something DURING that walk that INTERESTS YOU.  If you need instructions beyond that point, ask Nigel, ECH, or myself.  But GODDAMMIT, stop wasting your youth.

I don't find anything walking around here that interests me.

But if you want, I can tell you guys about the can head who always has gold paint around his mouth. He's almost interesting, the first time you see him.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Where are my Waffles?  Hmmm?

I agree.

It's not breakfast if there are no Waffles to be had.

I meant your WOMP-comic.

That is fair.

Ok. If not tonight, tomorrow night.

Tomorrow means never.

Not in this case.

[Don Coyote]

I never know what the fuck is going on in these threads.

So, who the fuck?