Interesting thing...Friday is the day in which most people fuck off for more hours than any other day. It is ALSO, however, traditionally the slowest day on PD. This implies that most PDers are fucking off when it comes to fucking off, and I for one think that this is shameful.
Whatever happened to the good old days, when people were serious about wasting company time? All gone, gone like the water cooler, gone like the office football pool. Even shiftless & lazy bastards like Discordians seem to be caught up in some "efficiency" dead end. Or "hard work".
And I have to ask you, when did efficiency and hard work do anyone any good?
Franky, I find the entire CONCEPT to be utterly alien & inimical to The American Way™. And I think that Discordians are in grave danger of becoming backsliders. Sure, they're "just tying up some loose ends" NOW, but soon they'll think, "Well, it can't hurt if I attend just ONE Rotarian meeting".
Next thing you know, they're crawling up the drive to the house, broken in every way, while mumbling that they really need to get that lawn mowed, just as soon as they can catch their breaths.
Well, let it be said now...When THAT day comes, I shall have NO SYMPATHY for you. For by THAT time, you will have become utterly indistinguishable from the po'buckers and pay'buckers that make up this sorry fucking excuse for a "culture".
Because it seems there's time for that Johnson Report, there's time to tie up those financials, time for everything EXCEPT "Bob" or "Eris".
And thus, ye are DAMNED.
Or Kill Me.
You make a strong case here rev. Better for me to get my work done swiftly earlier in the week so i can have my fridays to myself and my whims.
Quote from: Twiddlegeddon on June 08, 2012, 06:45:57 PM
You make a strong case here rev. Better for me to get my work done swiftly earlier in the week so i can have my fridays to myself and my whims.
Assuming that work actually has to be done, yes. Otherwise, blow it off and blame the lack of results on unclear and conflicting instructions.
Thing is, we've all been too lenient on each other over the last year or so. Remington, Semaj, Demo Squid, etc...All have sort of sunk back into the mire of workaday hum-drum bullshit that turns a human being into a mule.
Actually, I think Demo Squid left because he was mad at me for hollering, which puzzles me. I always holler.
NOW DON'T GET ME WRONG: This isn't a "POST MORE, YOU FOOLS" thread. Shit, do whatchalike. No, it's more that I can't help but noticing that there's less people here on Friday, which is a HOLY DAY and a traditional day for FUCKING OFF. And since that usually means FUCKING OFF IN THE OFFICE, PD is where I'd expect to see said FUCKING OFF occur.
Unless you shitbags have no porn filter, in which case I will kill you with my very own age-withered & claw-like hands.
The logical result of this insult to Slack is: "I pulled a double at Target and then I went home and canned tomatoes!" (Displays burnt hands from peeling hot tomatoes because the dumbass didn't douse them in cold water to make the skins slide off).
No i got the meaning. Serious business has no place in a friday.
MY HOME IS MY OFFICE. IF I SO CHOOSE, I CAN DRINK BEER AND WEAR SKIVVIES AT WORK. AND POST.
I'm back at working at a fucking public school system. I can get to a list of APPROVED websites. To get any slack at all, I have to use my busted smartphone...as long as I don't try to use the wifi, which is also nannywalled tighter than a hummingbird's asshole.
Yet, here I am. :)
Can't you just see Remington in 15 years? Sitting around the office at whatever dreary ministry he winds up in, chuckling with his fellow aging geeks...
"Yeah, sure, I used to be a Discordian. We played some logic games, and this one guy Crammed my gram, and they made some funny photoshops of my sister photobombing the holocaust. But then it was time to grow up, you know, so here I am in the interior ministry, making sure my paperwork is properly filled out. Then I go home to my wife and we watch The Beach Combers and Coronation Street, have regulation sex once per week, and I occasionally see these "children" things I have. Beastly things, don't know why I got them. I guess I'll retire at some point before I die, and maybe I can be silly for a little while then, too. Maybe. I might take up whittling instead."
And poor demo squid? Given his location, it's really too awful to contemplate.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 07:02:22 PM
Can't you just see Remington in 15 years? Sitting around the office at whatever dreary ministry he winds up in, chuckling with his fellow aging geeks...
"Yeah, sure, I used to be a Discordian. We played some logic games, and this one guy Crammed my gram, and they made some funny photoshops of my sister photobombing the holocaust. But then it was time to grow up, you know, so here I am in the interior ministry, making sure my paperwork is properly filled out. Then I go home to my wife and we watch The Beach Combers and Coronation Street, have regulation sex once per week, and I occasionally see these "children" things I have. Beastly things, don't know why I got them. I guess I'll retire at some point before I die, and maybe I can be silly for a little while then, too. Maybe. I might take up whittling instead."
And poor demo squid? Given his location, it's really too awful to contemplate.
GHAAAAA that reminds me of those people who say things like "I know that band, when I was in college we all chipped in just to get their CD. Now I'm an adult and I listen to the clothes dryer on my day off." :x :x :x :x :x :x :x :x :x :x :x :x
I was fucking off at the bar for a 4-pint lunch.
It strikes me that many people THINK they want chaos, but even the miniscule amounts of chaos that appear on PD seem to be a little much, when you come right down to it. I think it comes back down to the Nigel Axiom: Discordia is never quite what you want it to be. Or maybe that it's what you want it to be, but there's other stuff that pisses you off.
Some want an audience for their zany antics.
Some want ideas for postering, etc.
Some want a place to bemoan the awful realities of this day & age.
Some want pinealism.
Some want to talk about their music or their hobbies.
PD does provide a venue for these things, and that may be part of the problem. Many people only want to discuss what already interests them, but can't be arsed to stick their toe in new waters.
And, of course, some want many of the above things, but they want everyone else to indulge their idiosyncracies while NOT wanting to indulge other peoples' idiocyncracies.
So eventually they leave, soured on the idea of Discordianism, having never actually tried it, because they never did learn to look at things from anything other than a "me" perspective. They were never actually here. I do not scorn these people, for no amount of my scorn could possibly be worse than what life has in store for them, given that they are so foolish as to go it on their own.
Consider: At PD, you have other freaks and maladjusted square pegs to discuss things with, if you ever get around to really getting to know them. Sure, TGRR or ECH might aim arse at you and bellow, or Nigel might be RIGHT about something, or LMNO might do something FABULOUS while you aren't paying attention...That's all part of it, though not nearly the entirety.
But out THERE, they have a stone for you. It goes on your shoulders, and you must carry it everywhere you go. That stone has a name, and that name is "CONVENTION". It will grow heavier and heavier, and eventually push you right into the ground...The stone will have your name, it will have the date at which you were born and when you died, and it will bear the words "I wish I'd spent more time at the office".
So again, I do not scorn or deride those who have fallen by the wayside. It would be redundant and more than a little petty.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on June 08, 2012, 07:16:11 PM
I was fucking off at the bar for a 4-pint lunch.
Well done. That's the sort of "can do" attitude we NEED around here.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 07:24:14 PM
It strikes me that many people THINK they want chaos, but even the miniscule amounts of chaos that appear on PD seem to be a little much, when you come right down to it. I think it comes back down to the Nigel Axiom: Discordia is never quite what you want it to be. Or maybe that it's what you want it to be, but there's other stuff that pisses you off.
Some want an audience for their zany antics.
Some want ideas for postering, etc.
Some want a place to bemoan the awful realities of this day & age.
Some want pinealism.
Some want to talk about their music or their hobbies.
PD does provide a venue for these things, and that may be part of the problem. Many people only want to discuss what already interests them, but can't be arsed to stick their toe in new waters.
And, of course, some want many of the above things, but they want everyone else to indulge their idiosyncracies while NOT wanting to indulge other peoples' idiocyncracies.
So eventually they leave, soured on the idea of Discordianism, having never actually tried it, because they never did learn to look at things from anything other than a "me" perspective. They were never actually here. I do not scorn these people, for no amount of my scorn could possibly be worse than what life has in store for them, given that they are so foolish as to go it on their own.
Consider: At PD, you have other freaks and maladjusted square pegs to discuss things with, if you ever get around to really getting to know them. Sure, TGRR or ECH might aim arse at you and bellow, or Nigel might be RIGHT about something, or LMNO might do something FABULOUS while you aren't paying attention...That's all part of it, though not nearly the entirety.
But out THERE, they have a stone for you. It goes on your shoulders, and you must carry it everywhere you go. That stone has a name, and that name is "CONVENTION". It will grow heavier and heavier, and eventually push you right into the ground...The stone will have your name, it will have the date at which you were born and when you died, and it will bear the words "I wish I'd spent more time at the office".
So again, I do not scorn or deride those who have fallen by the wayside. It would be redundant and more than a little petty.
Preach it, brother.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on June 08, 2012, 07:30:06 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 07:24:14 PM
It strikes me that many people THINK they want chaos, but even the miniscule amounts of chaos that appear on PD seem to be a little much, when you come right down to it. I think it comes back down to the Nigel Axiom: Discordia is never quite what you want it to be. Or maybe that it's what you want it to be, but there's other stuff that pisses you off.
Some want an audience for their zany antics.
Some want ideas for postering, etc.
Some want a place to bemoan the awful realities of this day & age.
Some want pinealism.
Some want to talk about their music or their hobbies.
PD does provide a venue for these things, and that may be part of the problem. Many people only want to discuss what already interests them, but can't be arsed to stick their toe in new waters.
And, of course, some want many of the above things, but they want everyone else to indulge their idiosyncracies while NOT wanting to indulge other peoples' idiocyncracies.
So eventually they leave, soured on the idea of Discordianism, having never actually tried it, because they never did learn to look at things from anything other than a "me" perspective. They were never actually here. I do not scorn these people, for no amount of my scorn could possibly be worse than what life has in store for them, given that they are so foolish as to go it on their own.
Consider: At PD, you have other freaks and maladjusted square pegs to discuss things with, if you ever get around to really getting to know them. Sure, TGRR or ECH might aim arse at you and bellow, or Nigel might be RIGHT about something, or LMNO might do something FABULOUS while you aren't paying attention...That's all part of it, though not nearly the entirety.
But out THERE, they have a stone for you. It goes on your shoulders, and you must carry it everywhere you go. That stone has a name, and that name is "CONVENTION". It will grow heavier and heavier, and eventually push you right into the ground...The stone will have your name, it will have the date at which you were born and when you died, and it will bear the words "I wish I'd spent more time at the office".
So again, I do not scorn or deride those who have fallen by the wayside. It would be redundant and more than a little petty.
Preach it, brother.
AND PD JUST ATE MY ENTIRE FUCKING FOLLOW UP SERMON.
OH, SON OF A BITCH.
I'm gonna go have a smoke and retype it. The ONE time I don't use wordpad. FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
THANKS A LOT, OBAMA!
I do not bemoan the absence of certain members. Richter's off doing grotesque things with a wood lathe, Payne is working his ass off, not because society says to, but to keep his Pixie happy, Nigel is still here, but not as often...But because she's going back to school to do what she's always wanted to do.
These people didn't leave The Church (as opposed to PD), they broke a big chunk off of it and took it with them.
On the other hand, some left because they got butthurt, or because we didn't measure up to their standards, or because they believe they have somehow shamed themselves. They have forgotten what Saint Bob of Seger said..."You can come back baby, rock n roll never forgets".
Some left to found their own Churches on Pagan boards or Facebook, which are either entirely new churches in their own right, or cults of personality. The former is desirable. The latter is its own hell, as the personality involved inevitably discovers that there is a price to be paid for such assbaggery, and that price comes due somewhere around early middle age.
But the most pitiful, again, are those who left because they felt it was Time To Grow Up, and they have accepted that stone called CONVENTION, and they shall stagger under it for the rest of their days. Maybe longer...Every view of the afterlife should include the hideous possibility of becoming some pathetic ghost that shambles to the office or the kitchen every day, forever.
As for The Church – and as for PD – it shall go on. Our numbers shrink and expand with time, as we have seen on numerous occasions. Some of the above may snap out of their self-inflicted horror, and some won't. New people will come by, some leaving in a blaze of instant butthurt, and some remaining. As long as there is Chaos, there will be Discordians. And as long as there are Discordians, there will be something resembling PD...If only as a place to converse with like-minded reprobates.
Damn. Its getting all sinners in the hand of a conventional world here. Love it. And a good reminder too.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 08:00:50 PM
I do not bemoan the absence of certain members. Richter's off doing grotesque things with a wood lathe, Payne is working his ass off, not because society says to, but to keep his Pixie happy, Nigel is still here, but not as often...But because she's going back to school to do what she's always wanted to do.
These people didn't leave The Church (as opposed to PD), they broke a big chunk off of it and took it with them.
On the other hand, some left because they got butthurt, or because we didn't measure up to their standards, or because they believe they have somehow shamed themselves. They have forgotten what Saint Bob of Seger said..."You can come back baby, rock n roll never forgets".
Some left to found their own Churches on Pagan boards or Facebook, which are either entirely new churches in their own right, or cults of personality. The former is desirable. The latter is its own hell, as the personality involved inevitably discovers that there is a price to be paid for such assbaggery, and that price comes due somewhere around early middle age.
But the most pitiful, again, are those who left because they felt it was Time To Grow Up, and they have accepted that stone called CONVENTION, and they shall stagger under it for the rest of their days. Maybe longer...Every view of the afterlife should include the hideous possibility of becoming some pathetic ghost that shambles to the office or the kitchen every day, forever.
As for The Church – and as for PD – it shall go on. Our numbers shrink and expand with time, as we have seen on numerous occasions. Some of the above may snap out of their self-inflicted horror, and some won't. New people will come by, some leaving in a blaze of instant butthurt, and some remaining. As long as there is Chaos, there will be Discordians. And as long as there are Discordians, there will be something resembling PD...If only as a place to converse with like-minded reprobates.
That makes Catholic hell look like a cakewalk.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 08:00:50 PM
But the most pitiful, again, are those who left because they felt it was Time To Grow Up, and they have accepted that stone called CONVENTION, and they shall stagger under it for the rest of their days. Maybe longer...Every view of the afterlife should include the hideous possibility of becoming some pathetic ghost that shambles to the office or the kitchen every day, forever.
That's the hard part there. I look around and see so much "Oh noes! I'm mid-to-late 20's! Time for SRS BZNS now!" And I see them being all growed up and...it just looks awful. It's not even that having kids, getting married, getting a "serious career" are necessarily bad in and of themselves. It's the RUSH to it, it's the "this is what I'm SUPPOSED to do when I hit x age" "this is what I HAVE to do". NO MORE TIME FOR FUN! Well only serious, approved fun. Like golf, or getting together at Starbucks to talk about the weather. :headexplodey:
And they almost get ya. I sometimes catch myself thinking I'm SUPPOSED to be doing SOMETHING. But I'm pretty sure the only thing I'm supposed to be doing is enjoying my life however that may be. But, they try to trick you, that's for sure
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on June 08, 2012, 09:38:11 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 08:00:50 PM
But the most pitiful, again, are those who left because they felt it was Time To Grow Up, and they have accepted that stone called CONVENTION, and they shall stagger under it for the rest of their days. Maybe longer...Every view of the afterlife should include the hideous possibility of becoming some pathetic ghost that shambles to the office or the kitchen every day, forever.
That's the hard part there. I look around and see so much "Oh noes! I'm mid-to-late 20's! Time for SRS BZNS now!" And I see them being all growed up and...it just looks awful. It's not even that having kids, getting married, getting a "serious career" are necessarily bad in and of themselves. It's the RUSH to it, it's the "this is what I'm SUPPOSED to do when I hit x age" "this is what I HAVE to do". NO MORE TIME FOR FUN! Well only serious, approved fun. Like golf, or getting together at Starbucks to talk about the weather. :headexplodey:
And they almost get ya. I sometimes catch myself thinking I'm SUPPOSED to be doing SOMETHING. But I'm pretty sure the only thing I'm supposed to be doing is enjoying my life however that may be. But, they try to trick you, that's for sure
I don't even see anything wrong with hard work, if it gets you someplace. I can see somebody in a band or something like that working hard. For most people, hard work just gets them fucked. They're on a hamster wheel making enough to pay basic bills (maybe, if they're lucky) and dish up crap food for the kids while somebody else skims off the top and has a bunch of nice cars and vacation homes. They're just going to end up needing a hip replacement because they moved the same way over and over, all day, for years and the company sure isn't going to pay for it.
The scariest thing I've seen is when those daytime talk shows used to do makeovers. People would come out with their own style, some of them looked like morons and some looked pretty good, but they were always booed either way. Then they'd get fixed up like politician's wives with near-identical Hillary hair and pantsuits and everybody cheered like they just raised the flag on Iwo Jima.
That shit used to make the fucking hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 07:44:13 PM
OH, SON OF A BITCH.
I'm gonna go have a smoke and retype it. The ONE time I don't use wordpad. FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
THANKS A LOT, OBAMA!
TAYLOR SWIFT: THANKS A LOT, OBAMA!
THIS IS SOME FUCKING HOLY WRIT RIGHT HERE.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on June 08, 2012, 09:59:17 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on June 08, 2012, 09:38:11 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 08, 2012, 08:00:50 PM
But the most pitiful, again, are those who left because they felt it was Time To Grow Up, and they have accepted that stone called CONVENTION, and they shall stagger under it for the rest of their days. Maybe longer...Every view of the afterlife should include the hideous possibility of becoming some pathetic ghost that shambles to the office or the kitchen every day, forever.
That's the hard part there. I look around and see so much "Oh noes! I'm mid-to-late 20's! Time for SRS BZNS now!" And I see them being all growed up and...it just looks awful. It's not even that having kids, getting married, getting a "serious career" are necessarily bad in and of themselves. It's the RUSH to it, it's the "this is what I'm SUPPOSED to do when I hit x age" "this is what I HAVE to do". NO MORE TIME FOR FUN! Well only serious, approved fun. Like golf, or getting together at Starbucks to talk about the weather. :headexplodey:
And they almost get ya. I sometimes catch myself thinking I'm SUPPOSED to be doing SOMETHING. But I'm pretty sure the only thing I'm supposed to be doing is enjoying my life however that may be. But, they try to trick you, that's for sure
I don't even see anything wrong with hard work, if it gets you someplace. I can see somebody in a band or something like that working hard. For most people, hard work just gets them fucked. They're on a hamster wheel making enough to pay basic bills (maybe, if they're lucky) and dish up crap food for the kids while somebody else skims off the top and has a bunch of nice cars and vacation homes. They're just going to end up needing a hip replacement because they moved the same way over and over, all day, for years and the company sure isn't going to pay for it.
Oh, it's not even a matter of hard work. When I'm at work, I'm all "give 110%" and all that (most of the time) and am not really a big fan of people who half-ass it just because it's not Super-Fun-Job "I'm better than this" (well if ya can't manage to match the names on the paper to the names on the file, why would I give you anything more complicated to do). I enjoy my job and I take pride in my work, but I don't define myself by my job and I don't think I should be.
But that seems to be all most people are really focused on. When someone asks what do I do, they don't care that I hiked a mountain this weekend, or that I like to garden, or read or whatever. It's all about the job. Needless to say, when I mention I'm a paralegal, it's the inevitable "Oh, so are you going to school to be a lawyer?" No, I don't think so. "But if you do, you'll make more money!!!!" Yea, but I'm happy with what I do, and don't really think I'd enjoy being a lawyer. "YA BUT...THE MONEY!??!?!" I understand that some people work their fingers to the bone to make ends meet, or work really hard at something because that's what they enjoy, and that's fine. But if I'm making enough to make ends meet, and I enjoy what I do for the most part, then it doesn't make sense to me to do something that will likely only make me miserable, stressed and eat up more of my time (I may work 40hrs/wk, but when I leave work it doesn't follow me home) just so I can make extra slips of green paper.
And I know I kinda strayed from the original focus of this thread, but that's what really gets me. The obsession with money and things and making more money and accumulating more things.
No i think it makes sense in context of the thread. If you ask a kid what do they do they say what they do for fun. You ask an adult and its the job. What is your function in society. They dont really want to know about you. And its just understood. And the money thing too. My father tried to prod me into becoming a doctor while completely ignoring the fact that blood disgusts me. He wanted me to make a shitload of money which was nice of him. But he wanted me to do it in a high stress job that i wouldnt have enjoyed would burn me out and quite likely cause me to get divorced at some point.
It's weird how people are defined by what they do for money. It makes sense in the context of somebody doing what they love, that they're good at ("He's a musician", "She's an artist") but "He's a cashier"/"She's a street hooker"?
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on June 11, 2012, 04:03:13 PM
It's weird how people are defined by what they do for money. It makes sense in the context of somebody doing what they love, that they're good at ("He's a musician", "She's an artist") but "He's a cashier"/"She's a street hooker"?
I refuse to be pigeon-holed that way.
I am not a maintenance manager, when I'm off the clock.
I'm an
asshole. I am comfortable with this.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on June 11, 2012, 04:05:11 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on June 11, 2012, 04:03:13 PM
It's weird how people are defined by what they do for money. It makes sense in the context of somebody doing what they love, that they're good at ("He's a musician", "She's an artist") but "He's a cashier"/"She's a street hooker"?
I refuse to be pigeon-holed that way.
I am not a maintenance manager, when I'm off the clock.
I'm an asshole. I am comfortable with this.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Yeah i dont think of myself as a data coordinator. I mean what the hell does that even mean? Right now my assignment is to hand address envelopes and seal them. No- i think of myself primarily as a musician. Its what i like to do.
I define myself as fabulous. Just because.
Also, Roger, this is some real scripture there. Love it.
I approve of Waffle's adjective use. That is all.
It is true that fables of waffle iron son of pancake skillet are told in many corners of the world, in hushed tones. Some say he is a madman. Some a charlatan. Some feel hes just misunderstood. Many a buxom tavern wench were inclined to this last interpretation. That is why waffle iron often appears brooding when in the presence of tavern wenches. He knows it will get him laid. But none of these come close to the truth which is know to but few and none of them speak of it. Those that have now wander about aimlessly in niflheim.
Quote from: Twiddlegeddon on June 11, 2012, 04:35:02 PM
It is true that fables of waffle iron son of pancake skillet are told in many corners of the world, in hushed tones. Some say he is a madman. Some a charlatan. Some feel hes just misunderstood. Many a buxom tavern wench were inclined to this last interpretation. That is why waffle iron often appears brooding when in the presence of tavern wenches. He knows it will get him laid. But none of these come close to the truth which is know to but few and none of them speak of it. Those that have now wander about aimlessly in niflheim.
:lulz: :lulz:
Apparently in France, people will consider it a grave insult if you ask what they do for small talk
But that's France, so...
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on June 12, 2012, 04:16:11 AM
Apparently in France, people will consider it a grave insult if you ask what they do for small talk
But that's France, so...
It is kind of weird for an introductory conversation, if you think about it.
"HI, NICE MEETING YOU. HOW DO YOU GET MONEY?"
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on June 12, 2012, 04:27:11 AM
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on June 12, 2012, 04:16:11 AM
Apparently in France, people will consider it a grave insult if you ask what they do for small talk
But that's France, so...
It is kind of weird for an introductory conversation, if you think about it.
"HI, NICE MEETING YOU. HOW DO YOU GET MONEY?"
:lol: