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Started by Baltshazzar the Unhinged, January 26, 2020, 11:59:09 AM

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altered

WELL.

Aside from my first reply, I think this is the first time I've POLITED someone into hull damage.

I am why I cannot have nice things. :lol:
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

Baltshazzar the Unhinged

oh Altered, no one said you can't have me.

Seriously, no harm no foul. I will actually read your post properly tomorrow and give you a proper well thought out response.

I like you guys. You can't fuck me off that easy.
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Doktor Howl

This is the point where LMNO usually bellows "DON'T PLAY ME A PUNK SONG!"

But he is fucking off in Europe with LMNOW.  The UK, if I remember correctly.  Because LMNO visits places where the money is about to go sideways.  Is it any coincidence that he is there less than a month before the Brexit Bus is due to go flying off the embankment?

He'll be home by January 30th, his baggage full of shredded NDAs and stock balance sheets.  And blood.  So much blood.  People will ask "Whatever happened to the ERG?," and we'll have to shush them, the Navkat way.  And for the new guy, while Navkat may be the hotness, she is also a paramedic, and if there's anyone on this planet that knows how to FUCK YOU UP, it's a paramedic.  One minute you're fine, the next you've been reverse engineered.  Only now you don't bend the same ways.

It's worth mentioning that nobody knows if Navkat works for LMNO, or if she's just a freelance maniac, or maybe even just an opportunistic freelance maniac who has nothing at all to do with LMNO aside from the sort of relationship found between crocodiles and the Egyptian plover bird.

Molon Lube

The Johnny

Quote from: tyrannosaurus vex on January 27, 2020, 02:50:31 AM
Maybe one of the things they're not selling is the illusion of being able to help the world in any meaningful way.

OOF
<<My image in some places, is of a monster of some kind who wants to pull a string and manipulate people. Nothing could be further from the truth. People are manipulated; I just want them to be manipulated more effectively.>>

-B.F. Skinner

Faust

Thanks for the link to the forum, I like your cabal,let us know if you have any operations or events on the go.

QuoteI genuinely didn't expect such sensitivity from people HERE. Wow. I guess it's only MY version of Discordia that encourages the thickness of skin.
This place has been nigh on perpetual conflict since day one, but generally if you come in without expectations and discuss stuff it goes well, its difficult to predict the reaction.
You come in nice and get hostility, pope pelvis comes in with an axe to grind and we ignored that and now we love him and hug him and will never let him go.
Sleepless nights at the chateau

LMNO

Hi, new person!

The UK is very interesting right now.  For a place that's about to be both the fan and the shit, everyone seems pretty chill about it.

Then again, I spent most of the time studying the nth dimension monetary ley lines, trying to figure out what's causing the ox-bow near Carnaby.

Baltshazzar the Unhinged

Well you know Faust, I actually reread my first post and gawd is it tacky.
Also, first post - coming on to share a new idea... Pretty dumb of me in hindsight. But hey, I have little tact for those sorts of things. I'll learn. I will actually come back at some point with a diatribe to try to explain some misconceptions, which we never do, but we ain't about to be tarred with any right(or left) wing extremism. People can be forgiven for that misconception but anyway a lot of confusion about what might be said in jest and what is actual genuine expression has occured (and I wouldn't have it any other way).

And we certainly are working on an event... It'll be a while away, down in Melbourne. We are procrastinating types. Someone referred to the site as having a touch of Dada about it... Love the synchronicity. Only discovered Dada a couple years ago, and found that there was a name for what I was already engaged with! But for the sake of argument, the visual artists in this cabal are into Dada and Surrealism even if they refuse to call it those things because they refuse to be categorised... bloody artists, I dunno.
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Baltshazzar the Unhinged

OK so first a personal response to Altered, with my most sincere apologies. I might be anti-social but it has more to do with not wanting to socialise than actually wishing harm upon society. I hope that gets us in the right direction.

The PC remark was about me in the sense that I should know better than assume an unknown entity is male - I just learnt something about myself. The remark was not a slight on you. But I can see how you misunderstood, as you misunderstood me once before that. And yes I am the child of a UK colony, and there is a difference in how we speak and type the English language! All good but please appreciate I was undergoing somewhat baptism by fire here (I know it could have been worse) and I did not proceed to read your entire post whilst grappling to respond to several posters. A little unfair by me in retrospect that you had put that time and effort in and now I know what poor netiquette that is. Now that I have read it, I can tell you that I am fairly aware (not fully) of that nazi bizzo you are referring to... I was horrified with what I learnt after the Christchurch massacre... I did know of its existence, but that's the first time I stared it in the eye. I have only been effected in the second or third hand by it, and for me to suggest that you were being oversensitive was ignorant, as I now know that this effects you deeply. Can we truce on that one? Because I am so far removed from thoughts of the holocaust (which is not a suggestion of irreverence for the fact) that I honestly missed the 6 million reference (in fact it got by a dozen of us). I really thought you were kidding on the first post. Could I be forgiven on that too? I mean my first post on a Discordia forum, I'm sorta expecting someone to fuuk with me ay.
Now, I certainly understand your concern of not giving airtime to frivolity over matters of importance. I can dig that. I spent my time on this planet trying to be of service to my fellow man and woman, through my art and through my actions. The ASN is about having a laugh though. And maybe, we're not as funny as we think we are. So I'm happy to say I learnt something from you and several others here. And I hope I haven't completely wasted your time. And all mindfuckery aside, no harm intended from this side. If I somehow managed to make good with this post, I did not intend for that either.

And as for the website, whoa, thank you, I told em it was too bright. We are actually taking all this onboard! But I'm dropping ASN from the discussion just as soon as we clear up the misconceptions.

Peace
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Cramulus

Hi BattleshartzR, I love the website

it's REFRESHING to see a bunch of us getting together in a physical space and making a disgusting mess of things

These days, my cabal is all spread out, decentralized, we rarely meet in person except for at my annual MOOSEMAS party - so I'm just glad that the Discordian Society is still out there, way out there, in person.

I extremely like your proposal of rejecting the social network, favoring more direct and less aggregated forms of communication. For a while, I've been daydreaming about cabals that exchange snail mail - because communications that you experience in the physical 3D meat world have a different quality than words exchanged online. We could have a different conversation via snail mail than we could via e-mail. And maybe cabals need to adopt this protocol - to send physical texts, physical art, let our exchanges become a living collage, an electric current.

Can I help in any way? I could mail you cats some absurd posters to put up?



altered

#39
Hey, you came back without a bunch of inflamed ass! Nice!

So, first thing is first: there’s no need to ask for truce or forgiveness or whatever. There was no personal attack in it, so there was no personal butthurt. I am amused, not upset. Consider such requests granted by default unless I turn into a sarcastic ad hominem machine.

Now, let’s talk about the Funny. It’s dead. The new hotness is laughing at your demise because what the fuck else can you do about it? (And if there is something else, doing that first.)

The Funny died when levity died. There’s nothing light and airy about anything anymore. If it’s not Nazis trying to mansplain genocide as a good thing TO THE EVENTUAL VICTIMS, it’s our climate trying to kill us because of JUST ABOUT LITERAL Captain Planet villains, for fuck’s sake. That’s heavy as fuck. Thing is, it’s also morbidly hilarious. Instead of Funny, we have one part gallows humor (remember the rule of that one, though...) and one part “CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT?”

That last one is the most common for me these days. I don’t need to be surrealistic when my country is run by a coked-out failed rich person playing Scumbag Mob Boss with literal neo-Nazi minions. A straightforward description of any major thing happening in the world sounds like word salad from another dimension. As recently as 2007 I could never have foreseen where we were headed. And I owe my dim possibility of awareness after 2007 entirely to the folks here who are ahead of the curve.

So your humor isn’t landing, because you’re doing the equivalent of performing knock-knock jokes written by first graders to a tired, drunken, exhausted knot of regulars in an “experimental” comedy club. We’re looking grey and stony-faced at you, occasionally slopping cheap liquor down our throats without moving anything above the nose, fixedly staring at your set when minutes before someone blasted his own balls off with a thing of det cord and chewed on them while grinning like a lunatic.

Absolutely none of this is your fault, of course. You never could have seen this crowd coming, a crowd who has seen it all, seen it worse, and accepted it. Despite it not being your fault, you will not coax a laugh from us. You can’t. We have become numb to subtlety and require violent application of live wasps to the face before we start to smile.

We are staring blankly, waiting for the part where we laugh.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Baltshazzar the Unhinged on January 27, 2020, 01:03:58 PM
Well you know Faust, I actually reread my first post and gawd is it tacky.
Also, first post - coming on to share a new idea... Pretty dumb of me in hindsight. But hey, I have little tact for those sorts of things. I'll learn. I will actually come back at some point with a diatribe to try to explain some misconceptions, which we never do, but we ain't about to be tarred with any right(or left) wing extremism. People can be forgiven for that misconception but anyway a lot of confusion about what might be said in jest and what is actual genuine expression has occured (and I wouldn't have it any other way).

And we certainly are working on an event... It'll be a while away, down in Melbourne. We are procrastinating types. Someone referred to the site as having a touch of Dada about it... Love the synchronicity. Only discovered Dada a couple years ago, and found that there was a name for what I was already engaged with! But for the sake of argument, the visual artists in this cabal are into Dada and Surrealism even if they refuse to call it those things because they refuse to be categorised... bloody artists, I dunno.

It is worth mentioning that every single dadaist worth mentioning died in the trenches in world war one.
Molon Lube

Doktor Howl

Quote from: Cramulus on January 27, 2020, 02:30:34 PM
Hi BattleshartzR, I love the website

it's REFRESHING to see a bunch of us getting together in a physical space and making a disgusting mess of things

These days, my cabal is all spread out, decentralized, we rarely meet in person except for at my annual MOOSEMAS party - so I'm just glad that the Discordian Society is still out there, way out there, in person.

I extremely like your proposal of rejecting the social network, favoring more direct and less aggregated forms of communication. For a while, I've been daydreaming about cabals that exchange snail mail - because communications that you experience in the physical 3D meat world have a different quality than words exchanged online. We could have a different conversation via snail mail than we could via e-mail. And maybe cabals need to adopt this protocol - to send physical texts, physical art, let our exchanges become a living collage, an electric current.

Can I help in any way? I could mail you cats some absurd posters to put up?

Despite Cramulus's odious habits and unremitting cruelty, he's right on this.  I still do snail mail rants when the mood takes me, or whenever I am banned from Facebook (55% of any given 12 month period).

It's a great deal of fun, but you have to accept that your audience is about 1% that of even the deadest of boards (by which I mean "PD").
Molon Lube

Doktor Howl

Quote from: altered on January 27, 2020, 02:32:28 PM

Absolutely none of this is your fault, of course. You never could have seen this crowd coming, a crowd who has seen it all, seen it worse, and accepted it. Despite it not being your fault, you will not coax a laugh from us. You can't. We have become numb to subtlety and require violent application of live wasps to the face before we start to smile.

We are staring blankly, waiting for the part where we laugh.

The Audience is NOT listening.  The Audience is braying talking points at itself, no matter what country you are in.  The cause of this is, of course, social media.  The ability for a hundred million people to mindlessly regurgitate whatever it is that they have been told, on any subject whatsoever but MOSTLY about how those OTHER FUCKERS did all this and boy howdy, are they gonna pay.

It's awe-inspiring to watch.  Example:  It has become impossible to deny that Russia fucked around in our 2016 election.  At the exact moment that the shrink-wrap media discovered that they couldn't keep a straight face while denying that it happened, the spin doctors started claiming - on no evidence whatsoever - that the Ukraine had also meddled in our elections.  The fact checkers didn't even have a chance to say "WTF?" before 63 million people were discussing it as accepted fact.  Due to the echo chamber brain restructuring of social media, you can't even correct them, and every single time you try with the same person you have to start all over again.

And it's not just politics.  It's everything. My last Facebook ban ended this morning, and I am more than tempted to stay away.  In fact, I am dreading logging in tonight.  I wouldn't, except that I hate people and I want to ruin their online experience.  But I have been banned for 60 of the last 80 days, and I am actually HAPPIER than I was when I had the blue monster available.  But return I shall, because it's the end of the world, my dude.  Try to have a good time.
Molon Lube

Doktor Howl

Quote from: LMNO on January 27, 2020, 01:01:10 PM
Hi, new person!

The UK is very interesting right now.  For a place that's about to be both the fan and the shit, everyone seems pretty chill about it.

Then again, I spent most of the time studying the nth dimension monetary ley lines, trying to figure out what's causing the ox-bow near Carnaby.

The greatest blessing that humans have ever received is the ability to ignore the future in a way that makes chickens look like master planners.
Molon Lube

tyrannosaurus vex

I'm all for escaping the pressures of our collapsing world order through absurdism, I just don't think recirculating the specific absurdism of 60 years ago is particularly worthwhile. I don't feel nostalgia that strongly. And while I admire the ASN's anti-social-networking ethos, I don't have a compelling reason to participate in... whatever it is, anyway. And truthfully, the human soul has transmigrated to the internet. Insisting on meat-based interaction and communicating with muscular and diaphragmical effort seems antiquated and unlikely to promote the delusion that we are Making A Difference™, which is an important vitamin in the diet of the modern, connected biped.
Evil and Unfeeling Arse-Flenser From The City of the Damned.