What Next?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

The whole internet is like this, these days. I actually can't figure out what's going on, what has generated the internet mass-exodus. Where have people gone? Is it me? Are people doing things IRL?

WHERE IS THE FUTURE GOING, and why isn't it taking me with it? 

[Don Coyote]

maybe tumblr got them? I mean Warren Ellis has a tumblr. he sometimes talks shit about wil wheaten. and to the people following him.

[Cain]

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[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Maybe it's Tumblr. Because Facebook is similarly dead and boring. Or maybe it's me.

[P3nT4gR4m]

So, yeah.  Lost weight big time, switched from smokes to an e-cig, I haven't had a drop to drink in 11 months, and I feel pretty damn good.  Physically.  Now that I don't have half the anxiety and discomfort caused by being a fat boozer with his lungs full of asphalt, I feel something is missing, like something happened and now my life is FLAT and SHRINK-WRAPPED.  I have an urge to do something grotesque before I die. 

But what?  Most of the funny old schticks, like hassling the concierge ("SEND UP TWO MIDGETS AND A THROW PILLOW!") have been done, and doing them again would be kinda stale and pathetic.  Same goes for hipster photo safaris, joining the teabaggers to death, etc. 

In short, I need something NEW.  Something that isn't just a replay of past glories, or a thinly-veiled repeat of the same.  I need to monster people, but I don't have any idea what the hell to do.  For once, I am out of ideas.  It's all gone stale, which is probably why we now have the user base of, say, Myspace holdouts.

So, while I figure out what I WILL do, I am also going to decide what I am NOT going to do anymore.  I'm not going to spend hours per day here as I have for the last decade.  Not because I'm butthurt or anything, but because spewing a rant that gets maybe 1-2 responses - at best - for the last 6 months has more or less taken the wind out of my sails.  And without any interaction, I've...Well, I've run out of things to say.  Note that this doesn't apply to LDW.  That continues.

I'm not going to do any more whiskey-fueled rampages.  I find that I enjoy sobriety far more than drunkeness.  Same thing goes for cactus, with the other added benefit of, you know, not eating lizards in the back yard.

Lastly, I'm not going to do much more in the way of Facebook.  The "suggested post" ad feature drives me fucking buggy.

I DO plan to do a letter-writing binge starting in the next couple of weeks.  I'll post a sign up roster later on.

I DON'T plan on playing CIV5 ever again.  Fucking thing ate my life.

I am also trying to find a decent writer's board that I can access from work.  I want to do more serious writing, and I'm the kind of guy that needs feedback...Which I do not get at the local IRL writer's group (I am not writing SRS LITCHACHAW, and when that fuckbat in the bow tie sneered at me for not trying to be the next F Scott Fitzgerald...Well, let's just say that I'm not welcome there anymore) or anywhere else that I know of at the moment, including here.

Now, I'm not hating on anyone.  I'm just telling it like it is.  This place has become anemic.  It's been 3 years since we DID anything, and 6 months since there was a monster-ass thread that wasn't about drugs, etc.  So while I'm not flouncing (I'll be around, I just won't be attempting any more CPR), I am reassigning priorities IRL and on the interbutts, and this is one of them.

Lastly, I will not be allowing myself to get upset about this job anymore.  Life's too fucking short. 

Or Kill Me.

Lost weight and switched to e-cigs? Perfect time to take that shit to the wall. Get an MTB or a snowboard or some shit. Go OUTSIDE. Fuck some shit up. Get really fucking fit. Enjoy being really fucking fit. It's so much fun it's practically an end in itself but it's really just a starting point. Keep going, you'll become an honest to fuck monster! Internet is soo 2000. It's all happening IRL nowadays.

[Cain]

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[Reginald Ret]

Maybe it's Tumblr. Because Facebook is similarly dead and boring. Or maybe it's me.

Well, I don't know, I don't go on Facebook that much.  But given all the times I see "lawl, public figure says something dumb on Facebook" stories, I assume there is conversation of a sort going on there.

On facebook everybody is talking and nobody is listening, on PD everybody is listening and nobody is talking. I may be projecting but could it be some form of exhaustion? I get the impression everybody is overworked and overstressed to the point of collapsing if they have to do one more tiny thing like opening the door before walking through it.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So, yeah.  Lost weight big time, switched from smokes to an e-cig, I haven't had a drop to drink in 11 months, and I feel pretty damn good.  Physically.  Now that I don't have half the anxiety and discomfort caused by being a fat boozer with his lungs full of asphalt, I feel something is missing, like something happened and now my life is FLAT and SHRINK-WRAPPED.  I have an urge to do something grotesque before I die. 

But what?  Most of the funny old schticks, like hassling the concierge ("SEND UP TWO MIDGETS AND A THROW PILLOW!") have been done, and doing them again would be kinda stale and pathetic.  Same goes for hipster photo safaris, joining the teabaggers to death, etc. 

In short, I need something NEW.  Something that isn't just a replay of past glories, or a thinly-veiled repeat of the same.  I need to monster people, but I don't have any idea what the hell to do.  For once, I am out of ideas.  It's all gone stale, which is probably why we now have the user base of, say, Myspace holdouts.

So, while I figure out what I WILL do, I am also going to decide what I am NOT going to do anymore.  I'm not going to spend hours per day here as I have for the last decade.  Not because I'm butthurt or anything, but because spewing a rant that gets maybe 1-2 responses - at best - for the last 6 months has more or less taken the wind out of my sails.  And without any interaction, I've...Well, I've run out of things to say.  Note that this doesn't apply to LDW.  That continues.

I'm not going to do any more whiskey-fueled rampages.  I find that I enjoy sobriety far more than drunkeness.  Same thing goes for cactus, with the other added benefit of, you know, not eating lizards in the back yard.

Lastly, I'm not going to do much more in the way of Facebook.  The "suggested post" ad feature drives me fucking buggy.

I DO plan to do a letter-writing binge starting in the next couple of weeks.  I'll post a sign up roster later on.

I DON'T plan on playing CIV5 ever again.  Fucking thing ate my life.

I am also trying to find a decent writer's board that I can access from work.  I want to do more serious writing, and I'm the kind of guy that needs feedback...Which I do not get at the local IRL writer's group (I am not writing SRS LITCHACHAW, and when that fuckbat in the bow tie sneered at me for not trying to be the next F Scott Fitzgerald...Well, let's just say that I'm not welcome there anymore) or anywhere else that I know of at the moment, including here.

Now, I'm not hating on anyone.  I'm just telling it like it is.  This place has become anemic.  It's been 3 years since we DID anything, and 6 months since there was a monster-ass thread that wasn't about drugs, etc.  So while I'm not flouncing (I'll be around, I just won't be attempting any more CPR), I am reassigning priorities IRL and on the interbutts, and this is one of them.

Lastly, I will not be allowing myself to get upset about this job anymore.  Life's too fucking short. 

Or Kill Me.

Lost weight and switched to e-cigs? Perfect time to take that shit to the wall. Get an MTB or a snowboard or some shit. Go OUTSIDE. Fuck some shit up. Get really fucking fit. Enjoy being really fucking fit. It's so much fun it's practically an end in itself but it's really just a starting point. Keep going, you'll become an honest to fuck monster! Internet is soo 2000. It's all happening IRL nowadays.

A snowboard?  Now you're just being cruel.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Maybe it's Tumblr. Because Facebook is similarly dead and boring. Or maybe it's me.

Well, I don't know, I don't go on Facebook that much.  But given all the times I see "lawl, public figure says something dumb on Facebook" stories, I assume there is conversation of a sort going on there.

On facebook everybody is talking and nobody is listening, on PD everybody is listening and nobody is talking. I may be projecting but could it be some form of exhaustion? I get the impression everybody is overworked and overstressed to the point of collapsing if they have to do one more tiny thing like opening the door before walking through it.

Yeah, actually I suspect that has a lot to do with it.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

So, yeah.  Lost weight big time, switched from smokes to an e-cig, I haven't had a drop to drink in 11 months, and I feel pretty damn good.  Physically.  Now that I don't have half the anxiety and discomfort caused by being a fat boozer with his lungs full of asphalt, I feel something is missing, like something happened and now my life is FLAT and SHRINK-WRAPPED.  I have an urge to do something grotesque before I die. 

But what?  Most of the funny old schticks, like hassling the concierge ("SEND UP TWO MIDGETS AND A THROW PILLOW!") have been done, and doing them again would be kinda stale and pathetic.  Same goes for hipster photo safaris, joining the teabaggers to death, etc. 

In short, I need something NEW.  Something that isn't just a replay of past glories, or a thinly-veiled repeat of the same.  I need to monster people, but I don't have any idea what the hell to do.  For once, I am out of ideas.  It's all gone stale, which is probably why we now have the user base of, say, Myspace holdouts.

So, while I figure out what I WILL do, I am also going to decide what I am NOT going to do anymore.  I'm not going to spend hours per day here as I have for the last decade.  Not because I'm butthurt or anything, but because spewing a rant that gets maybe 1-2 responses - at best - for the last 6 months has more or less taken the wind out of my sails.  And without any interaction, I've...Well, I've run out of things to say.  Note that this doesn't apply to LDW.  That continues.

I'm not going to do any more whiskey-fueled rampages.  I find that I enjoy sobriety far more than drunkeness.  Same thing goes for cactus, with the other added benefit of, you know, not eating lizards in the back yard.

Lastly, I'm not going to do much more in the way of Facebook.  The "suggested post" ad feature drives me fucking buggy.

I DO plan to do a letter-writing binge starting in the next couple of weeks.  I'll post a sign up roster later on.

I DON'T plan on playing CIV5 ever again.  Fucking thing ate my life.

I am also trying to find a decent writer's board that I can access from work.  I want to do more serious writing, and I'm the kind of guy that needs feedback...Which I do not get at the local IRL writer's group (I am not writing SRS LITCHACHAW, and when that fuckbat in the bow tie sneered at me for not trying to be the next F Scott Fitzgerald...Well, let's just say that I'm not welcome there anymore) or anywhere else that I know of at the moment, including here.

Now, I'm not hating on anyone.  I'm just telling it like it is.  This place has become anemic.  It's been 3 years since we DID anything, and 6 months since there was a monster-ass thread that wasn't about drugs, etc.  So while I'm not flouncing (I'll be around, I just won't be attempting any more CPR), I am reassigning priorities IRL and on the interbutts, and this is one of them.

Lastly, I will not be allowing myself to get upset about this job anymore.  Life's too fucking short. 

Or Kill Me.

Lost weight and switched to e-cigs? Perfect time to take that shit to the wall. Get an MTB or a snowboard or some shit. Go OUTSIDE. Fuck some shit up. Get really fucking fit. Enjoy being really fucking fit. It's so much fun it's practically an end in itself but it's really just a starting point. Keep going, you'll become an honest to fuck monster! Internet is soo 2000. It's all happening IRL nowadays.

A snowboard?  Now you're just being cruel.

I need a coyote poop board.