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You mean you're not interested in charging majick sigils? 

I just wanna keep them aaaall to myself. 

Mmm. The Chasing Eris guy seems to have visited some, but putting aside the fact they're hard to trace, from what I've seen they were of the... magickal type. I had my brief fascination with Thelema in high school (and I still like some of its guidelines) but I'm not sure if I wanna get involved with people who take it seriously. 

I like you.

Who doesn't want to be involved in Thelema?  A bunch of old guys in robes arguing about whose splinter group is more authentic.

It's like ISIS, if jihadists bored people to death instead of shooting them.

A Thelemic State would be... a sight to see.

I'm not much of a cook, but pancakes are easy and fun - especially with altered recipes. These savory beer-based ones will rock your world. Choose a good, flavorful beer, maybe something dark like a guinness. Ginger-flavored beer worked amazingly as well. Adding a pinch of herbs like parsley or oregano to the dry mix is good too.

2 cups all purpose flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
1 1/2 to 1 3/4 cups beer

Sift together flour, baking powder, and salt. In a separate bowl, whisk together the eggs and 1 1/2 cups of beer. Add to flour mixture, stirring only until smooth. If the batter seems too thick, add a little more beer. Fry like standard pancakes. A good time to flip them over is when rising bubbles start popping tiny holes in the middle. While waiting drink the rest of the beer. 

Mmm. The Chasing Eris guy seems to have visited some, but putting aside the fact they're hard to trace, from what I've seen they were of the... magickal type. I had my brief fascination with Thelema in high school (and I still like some of its guidelines) but I'm not sure if I wanna get involved with people who take it seriously. 

So my strategy of buying into y'all's favor by bringing offerings of pictures seems to be working. 

ACTUALLY I'M A LIBERTARIAN FUCK YOU

Foiled by you damned freedom junkies again!

(As an aside, I kind of dislike the use of "monkey" as shorthand for a degraded human being. I understand it and it makes sense, but it's insulting to monkeys. Monkeys, the furry, little ones, are clever, possessing an insatiable, thirsty curiosity. Plus, 100% of them are cute, which is more that can be said for some people. I generally don't like the use of animal names as pejoratives. Pigs are intelligent, clean creatures, dogs (female ones too) are loyal and kind, snakes are lazy and harmless if you don't bother them and aren't edible. I could maybe condone calling someone an amoeba as an insult to their intelligence, but hell, those fuckers have been around for millions of years before us, and will remain around for long after Homo sapiens suicides in one way or another. Just my tangential pet peeve.)

What prompted me to think about the subject of this rant was a very minor event, but it struck me surprisingly hard. I'm in vocational school for acting. We get our own very large room for the duration of the classes, with enough space to practice in peace, as well as its own toilets. In one of these there were muddy boot prints fairly high up on the wall right next to the toilet, left during what I imagine must have been one goddamned intense shitting session. Or... what? I have no idea what else could have happened there. I wanted to chat about it with the other folks, so I approached them.

As you could expect for such a girly thing to study, there's around twenty girls to a few guys. It doesn't, therefore, make sense, to leave the toilets gendered, else we'd be lining up for the Ladies while the Gents stood empty. Right? Simple. Well, dumbly arrogant people such as myself tend to assume everybody else has already come to the same conclusions as themselves. In my defense, I really wasn't the only one who used the toilets indiscriminately.

Still, when I said, "You know what I noticed in the gents' toilet?" I was immediately interrupted by the resident Unfunny Guy in that nasal teasing tone: "What were you doing in the gents'?"

"Toilet stuff. There's more girls, so it makes sense to use both. Anyway, there's boot marks high up on the walls. What happened there?"

"Ooh," he teased further, "look how observant you are."

The rest then only glanced at me blandly, then went back to talking about their day jobs (not exaggerating, that was the subject, and no, I hadn't interrupted anybody, there was a lull when I spoke).

Now, I wasn't expecting a riveting conversation, or to actually figure out what was the deal there, but I thought it was curious and interesting enough to wager a chuckle or a raised brow, at least. Something that broke up the monotony. And they snubbed me so hard.

Putting aside my feelsies being hurt, don't you agree that this is strange? Why are (adult) humans so very not curious? This is just a small example, but I'm sure you know how you expect somebody to investigate something past a Buzzfeed article and they don't lift a finger. Show them something they don't know or understand, and they shy away or get offended and rationalize it as unimportant. Why?? It drives me up the fucking wall, I'll admit. A monkey given a new thing will not cease until it is thoroughly sniffed, felt up, shred to pieces and chewed on. Even a fish is more curious! When you put something new in a betta's tank it will puzzle over it for hours, investigating it from every angle. And human children are the same. What happens during a human's growing up process to kill that curiosity? Is it a natural part of maturing for some reason, or is it the fault of modern school, either by the school itself killing every shred of inventiveness with it standardized teaching, or by the oppressively conformist society that forms when you force too many teenagers to spend all day together in what's basically lightweight prison? Am I blowing this out of proportion? Once I was collecting fruit off a tree in a park. The tree's branches were so obligingly arranged that I couldn't help but climb really high and ended up finding a comfortable seat. I spent at least half an hour there, just sitting, thinking and watching, and nobody, out of the numerous people who passed by there, noticed me (that I've seen). Nobody raised their head enough. Nobody paid enough attention to their surroundings. I could have pelted them with fruits/poop and they wouldn't have noticed. When something unusual appears in an animal's surroundings, it will lock on to that in seconds and try to get to the bottom of it. What happened to our species to make us blind? What happened to some of us to have avoided it? Is it necessarily wrong? Am I sounding superior? Is this post as whiny as I think it is upon rereading it? So many questions.

So my strategy of buying into y'all's favor by bringing offerings of pictures seems to be working. 

You say that, Karapac, but with a tumblr account you can post anything, anything in the world and immediately be told it is stupid and you are stupid for liking it.

Whereas PD will only tell you that if you post stupid things.  Also, whereabouts in Poland are you from?  I spent a delightful time a while back in Krakow, and I'm thinking of visiting Warsaw sometime in the future.

You mean, get called out on it being problematic.  At least you guys don't do that.

I'm in Warsaw actually, born and raised! Have you had any contact with Polish Discordians? All I have found so far were some losers on Facebook. It seems lonely out here.

Ready for MORE? YES YOU ARE
(I found my comics folder)
(Again, sorry if there are repeats. Hell I may have saved some of these pictures from PD, but hopefully not)

I apologize if some of these have been posted before, 180 pages is too much to check.   
BARRAGE INCOMING

Thank you! I certainly hope so as well!

One night, I had a dream. Not the Martin Luther hope-for-the-future kind, the brain-having-its-own-fun kind. The world was in peril, and me and my mother were on a quest to save it. The details are blurry, but at the very end, to disengage the Doom Machine, a password was required.

At that moment, I woke up with a sense of urgency, scrambled for a pen and paper, wrote the password down, then went back to sleep. In the morning, I found the scrap with one word scrawled on it:

karapac

(who guessed it? raise your hand!)

Anyway, turns out it doesn't mean anything, and makes for a cool username. Between the two things I'd considered registering for, Tumblr and PD, I thought you were the ones more likely to be able to use a world-saving password. And what good can come out of a Tumblr account anyway? Seriously.

So, hello, PD!

I'm female and Polish. That's it for the more important labels, I think. I've been lurking and reading threads here for a while now, so I hope I won't be committing any terrible faux pas, but don't hold your breath. I'm really only starting out on the path of Thinking For Yourself, so I hope you'll be calling me out on bullshit a lot. I need it. But please don't eat me. I kind of like me. It's a recent thing.