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I hit five. Avoided the forums, though. I really enjoyed the Elvis Seance one.

Remember, remember
The Good Rev'rend Roger,
His speeches, bile, and rot.
I know of no reason
Why The Good Rev'rend
Should ever be forget . . .

But if you mention him out loud
Big Brother will make you regret
Ever having made a sound.

Man, that's one for the 'Fucked Up Things' Tour Bus. "And on the left you will see the home of Judge Camarata, famous for denying adoptions where the villainous parents intended on denying their poor once-orphaned spiritual prisoners the right to worship a Supreme Being."

Sounds like a blast.

[Demographic info your age, where you live, etc:]

This may be a bit of babbling but bear with me. I wasn't going to do an intro thing because I don't count myself as a Discordian. However, it was recently brought to my attention that I am frequently (unintentionally) rude as fuck. There was a random spark of . . . something? that made me think that it applied here. So since I have no desire to be (unintentionally) rude . . .

Demographic info your age, where you live, etc: 29, Georgia (for now), mostly harmless.

Professional Info - your job, what you're studying (if in school), etc: Working two jobs right now, both retail. Please shoot me.

What you like to do in your free time: Sleep, mostly. Read, write, chat, listen to music, think about stuff and come to the wrong conclusions. I like talking to people but I end up in places where everyone is one sort of person - a fluffy bunny or a troll or whatever and I get bored.

What kind of topics / projects are you interested in? Pretty much anything can catch my fancy. I wander aimlessly a lot. I like PosterGASM and the snail-hate-mail thing. A lot of the GASMs are something I'd consider doing if I had any amount of motivation, actually.

How did you find Eris and what did you to her once you found her? In 2000, I was having a hallucination about Jesus and Bast playing chess and Eris pranced through, turned the chessboard into cheese and the chess pieces into pretzels. At that point I figured I'd had quite enough since I was hallucinating without the aid of drugs or alcohol (never touched the former and limit myself to one drink a year, regarding the latter) . . . so I took a nap. When I woke up I sent an e-mail to a guy I was good friends with at the time and told him about the hallucination. Jesus and Bast playing chess was a rather common one for me at the time. But Eris was new. So he sent me to the Principia Discordia and I read it. I've read other stuff and communicated with other pagany types and alternatively religious types and watched my Discordian friend go crazy and disappear since then . . . but haven't really done much of anything chaos-derived.

Picture: I have no pictures, just what amounts to a phobia of having my picture taken. I try to beat it, once in awhile, but it always comes back.

Names: I collect them but the ones that are pertinent here are 'curiosity' and 'Cardinal Pizza Deliverance (Gatling Geyser of Rainbow AIDS)'. That second one makes me cackle like an evil villain after a dose or two of helium.

Interesting people think I am bland. Bland people think I am interesting. People with medical or psychological knowledge tend to think I'm one of the more milquetoast varieties of psycho.

What kind of responses did you get, Cramulus?

[True FactsTM]

Next it will be Fox reporting Stephen Colbert's interpretation of the news as True Facts^TM.

Are you the one on the right, Giggles?

The boyfriend is a Applegeek. Every time he upgrades his iPod, iPad, MacBook, etc, I get the refurbished!monsterized leftovers. I approve of this.

You could always make a steamed veggie salad, Niamh. Or make the mushroom soup into some sort of fondue deal and dip in greenbeans and zucchini and rolled up spinach leaves. I did that once. Melted the mushroom soup with a few bags of shreddy cheese until it was nice and thick. Then used it like a fondue. Everything was going great until my cat knocked the pot over in one of her fly-around-the-house rampages.

But she came back and ate most of it while I was getting the stuff to clean it up, so apparently it was good. :P I have now come to believe this was part of her plan all along.

This thread makes me want to cook something. But I'm not allowed in the kitchen without adult supervision anymore and the boyfriend is too stoned on pain meds to supervise in a meaningful fashion. The girlfriend is making heap big foods but now I want to contribute something more than just clearing my crafting shit off the dining room table.

Maybe I can con her into helping me with some cookies. I've been meaning to try this.

These writery bits are awesome. 'Cressing' sounds like how I keep myself from going insane(er) and going on a killing spree. I might have to pay attention and start playing with it more seriously.

My apologies. Carry on.

I am digging this poster.

What does it mean if you laugh at some of your own misfortune?