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Or Kill Me / Blind Judgement
January 31, 2011, 06:39:15 PM
(To Preface, this is something that had been floating in my head for the past few days and something I've observed for a while, but more starkly, my face than any other point prior. And for a variety of reasons I've decided I wanted to return to PD. One of them being that I missed the intelligent people found here and the variety of thoughts and information that can be found herein. At any rate, I felt it wise to return with content(The quality is up for debate, however.) rather than blowing air out of any variety of holes I may have.)

There are many in this world that we would look down the ends of our noses at subconsciously, or, perhaps more admirably, make a concerted and intentional effort to look down. I'm as guilty as any other about doing this, though, but at least I have the decency to understand, to process, and to realize why I am doing it. Or even that I -am- doing it. The biggest irony I've had the pleasure of encountering is the sort of judgment, the sort of persecution that comes from -being- the very thing you condemn. Now, I'm not talking about hypocritical people except in a more vague and textbook manner. To be this, they are in effect this other thing. But it goes deeper than that, it's something more...

It's something that I've suspected for some time but never been able to put into words. I know from the, however at times brief, flirtations with Psychology that people tend to seek out and despise the things in others, to nitpick the very things that they dislike in themselves. But even deeper than that, the sense of superiority that one assumes when they're in an awful situation, or with an awful crowd, or whatever it is. That they don't "Belong" there. That they're somehow better despite that they found themselves in the same stinking pit of degenerates they glower at. And this is both delightful and really disheartening from the point of view of someone who recognizes this when it happens.

Delightful because I, in some small way, get to feel smug and superior for being somehow better despite not knowing much else about the perpetrator except for that offense. It's not something to be particularly proud of, for certain, but at least I'm honest. Disheartening, however, because someone who has gotten themselves to that point, one who assumes and makes blanket assumptions is nearly always out of reach, out of touch, and most depressingly, resistant to assimilate new information. And that's really sad, and I can't help but wonder what brought them to that point. What brings anyone to the point where they cease to -want- to understand, to -want- to learn. I can understand a lack of empathy, that's probably the easiest thing to lose, the desire to show empathy, compassion. But when the simple act of learning, and subsequently understanding becomes too difficult for someone to muster the will to do.

It's people like that that I don't know whether to feel sorry for them or enraged by them.
Hello, folks. It's been a long ass time and a couple of you have PM'd me 'cause you've prolly seen me down at the bottom as signed in. Work's been ridiculous and been pissing me off. The other thing was having a roommate that wasn't paying rent but I somehow managed to keep the place afloat. While I realize that that sort of environment was ripe for being very angry, but it didn't really feel constructive.

Work is still pissing me off; been there almost an entire year and they still haven't given me my three month review OR my raise I was supposed to get. I've at least been getting decent hours; they'd been screwing me around for quite some time. They FINALLY bumped me up to full time. Unfortunately it's the shittiest shift they have, of course this GUARANTEES me hours 'cause no one else wants to fuckin' work them. Aw well.

Anyway, I'm posting this to let y'all know that I'mma try and check in and contribute again. Missed y'all crazy bastards.

@ LMNO: Sorry 'bout not comin' through on that thing I said I was gonna write on the guitar. I just couldn't get my head in it.
I'm turning twenty one in six days. I turn to you good folks for advice on what to defile myself with. Not that I haven't previously, just that access is, well, easier and I can actually set some money aside and get good shit every once in a while rather than to throw in a few bucks to get some cheap crap.
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Shyaporn
January 07, 2010, 11:39:09 AM
Holy shit  :lulz: :lulz: This is just pure fucking win.

Godzilla rap.

This guy is a god damn genius. Someone recruit him if he isn't already.

Holy shit! Fake mustache too.  :lulz: :lulz: This guys channel is awesome.

:lulz: Wolverine Origins in 30 seconds.
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / The Fun Theory
January 02, 2010, 11:33:05 AM
Found this while strolling around the interwebs instead of sleeping.

I personally think it's kind of awesome what they're doing.
Discordian Recipes / HAM BURGAH
December 26, 2009, 07:16:40 AM
I have two main staples that I'm subsisting on lately. Hamburger, and Rice. Occasionally sausage if the price actually drops below what hamburger is by-the-pound.

Here are some of the things I've come up with.

Hot and Zesty Sausage Rice Combo Meal (Only Zesty because that's what the sausage said it was on the packaging. HOT AND ZESTY.)

Plain White Rice, although I'm sure other types can be substituted just fine.
Sausage, preferably something with some spicy-ness to begin with.
White Pepper
Garlic Powder
Onion or Onion Powder

Basically, you make your rice according to how much meat you're going to be using. One cup of rice for every half pound of meat you're cooking up. I usually put a little bit of butter in the water as it's coming up to temp. Once the rice is done, pull it off the heat and start the sausage. Break it up into small chunks. If you're using real onion, throw the onion in there after the meat begins to lose it's pinkness.

Once browned, drop the heat down down to just below the halfway point between low and medium. Add the rice. crack the egg and pour it onto the rice and quickly add the spices. (I never actually measured the amounts. I just know that I used them kind of like Paprika > Cumin > Garlic > Pepper > Salt) mix it all up nice and good, wait for the egg to come up to safe temp then pull off the heat.

S'bout it for most of them except I change spices. I did one with plain sausage, oregano, basil, onion, and salt. The only beef one I've done is Ginger, Beef, Rice, profit. I've just had that one the most.

If anyone has other spice ideas for this sort of thing I'd greatly appreciate it. Anything to spice up having the same things over and over again because they're cheap.
This came up in IRC, so I'm making a post about it here. Mostly to see how much interest there'd be from PD dudes to partake in a Prettiest Princess Contest. Name is also negotiable I SUPPOSE as Froggypance suggested it be called "Pretty Comradette Contest".  :argh!:

A'ight bitches. Who's in?

QuoteNormally, NORAD (North American Aerospace Defense Command) is the U.S.-Canadian military organization that watches over the air and water for security threats. But on Christmas Eve, the command center switches to Santa mode, and operation Santa Tracker is in full force.

Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Cleaning
December 24, 2009, 06:15:21 AM
I just uploaded Dead or Alive's "Rip it Up" album to my computer so i could play it loud and listen to it while I cleaned. I feel dirty. It was the album my Uncle would play when he cleaned so it's kind of perma-stuck in my psyche as cleaning music but I'm sure if anyone walked in right now they'd be like. W.T.F. :horrormirth:

What songs/music do you people like to listen to, if any, when you clean, like, REALLY clean?

Doing a test to see how effective they are in California first. I'm guessing if the test goes well and they can justify the cost they might put 'em into active use around the country.

I already don't like cameras but this takes it to the next, albeit logical, step.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't read 1984, fuckin' book made me aware of security cameras and why I shouldn't like them.  :argh!:

But yeah, what are your guys' thoughts on cameras on the officers, proper?
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / RAAAAGGGEE
December 05, 2009, 11:46:08 AM

I read this article and my reaction was more or less, "Uh, duh?" Although it says that expressing anger could actually be good for you, in terms of life-span, which makes sense, I suppose. I just thought this was retarded enough to share.
Or Kill Me / Post for 23ae
November 13, 2009, 08:45:37 AM
I was going to post this up on 23ae and then, when I was done I realized it was entirely too damn big and I'm terrible at editing my own work without letting it sit a LONG time so I can view it objectively. This might be the wrong damn forum for this, but, I'm asking for opinions or ideas that might strengthen it, what's unnecessary, and most of all, if it's something I shouldn't muck up the board with.

QuoteHello, folks. This is Chief Uwachiquen speaking. Typing. Whatever. To start with, I've called myself a Dischordian or an Erisian for a little over a year now. Although my exposure to the culture has been present in my life since around the age of eight. Nearly twelve years, and I was largely unaware of it until just recently.

My upbringing was a very alternative one, for certain. From a very young age I developed the idea that my family wasn't something you're born into because, for me, it wasn't. My mother lost custody of me when I was nine months old and I lived with my Uncle and/or my Grandmother for a very long time; until I was eighteen. Family was what you made it, and for that reason I accepted these other people that were constantly around me as family. And, to anyone on the outside, I'm sure we seemed to be very, very, strange. I recall fondly a conversation in high school where people were talking about the alternative families they had. It turned into a sort of contest between them as they dug around for things, it seemed very odd to me. But, then, I suppose it was because all I had to do to get them to stop was mention that I was the son of three gay fathers. I didn't even have to get into the finer aspects, such as them holding pagan beliefs or that two of them were involved with the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

It made me a bit uncomfortable growing up sometimes, not because of who my parents were or anything they did, but because of my peers. It was around middle-school that those around me began to express "real" opinions, or, rather, voiced them. A profound moment for me was when I was riding the school-bus with my head up against the window watching the other school buses leave out ahead of us. I heard my peers regurgitate hate-filled diatribe against the kind of people my parents are. All I could do was close my eyes and tell myself they didn't know what they were talking about.

My neighbors were interesting, growing up. Friends of my family moved in next door and I began to hang out with them a lot. I remember poking around in all of their books and reading anything that caught my interest. I can't remember, exactly, what it was but I ran across a Sacred Chao symbol on something and immediately had to ask what the hell it was. It looked like some kind of screwed up yin-yang. She explained it to me and, at the time, all I said was "Oh. Huh, that's neat." and went on about my business. I was given a couple of fun nicknames by one of them. Among my favorites were "Minion" and "Agent of Chaos".

I moved away from that area, and a lot of things happened, none of which are particularly interesting for the point I'm getting to, if there really is a point. But fast-forwarding to a little over a year ago my best friend mentions something about Eris and Dischordia to me. Again, my reaction is, "Well, what the hell is that?" He explains that he'll chat about it with me over lunch. Fast-forward about a week, inside a taco bell. After taking a bite of his chalupa he explains, rather flatly, that I'm a dischordian. I was resistant, at first, but as he explained it to me, I became more and more adjusted to the idea.

I read the Principia and it had some neat information and philosophy that I discovered actually very closely coincided with how I already thought. But it didn't really sink in until I read the Black Iron Prison, well, that's a lie. It didn't sink in until a second read through more recently. The real joke for me was that, in a sense, I was a dischordian all along I just didn't know it yet. I played along with the Agent of Chaos idea my neighbor instilled in me. I practiced KYFMS because of one of my dads; he taught me early on to not have a big mouth and that if I'm going to fight an idea or a system that's bigger than me, to be quiet and be patient. Work underground and out of sight, and for the love of it all don't put anything on the internet you don't want to be found out. Turns out he was at least hip on our mumbo jumbo and SubGenii if not one of us.

In a way, I was raised up in it in such a way that I wasn't aware of it until I discovered it on my own. I guess that's my own personal Mindfuck.
Propaganda Depository / Stencils
November 10, 2009, 01:50:38 PM
Does anyone here have any experience making a custom stencil? If so, what's the easiest material to work with while, simultaneously, being capable of having some semblance of a life span? Something relatively resilient but at the same time, cheap and easy enough to cut a stencil out of it that I won't require power tools. My first thought is cardboard but I imagine it'd get flimsy and unreliable after getting paint on it a few times. Then again I've never USED a stencil for painting purposes before.
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / God Damn you, LMNO
November 07, 2009, 10:05:07 PM
Last night I had a dream about the A-Team going overseas to fight the forces of evil and BEARFORCE 1 teamed up with them. I wish I could remember more, I just know that there were a lot of explosions and plenty of things were made fabulous.

Which of course forced me to do this:

I absolutely adore this group. Unfortunately some of the links on their site are broken. I approve of the pranks that they pull on the public. I also adore the show that they had on Comedy Central. Apparently they've got an improv school in California and New York. S'bout it for this post. Just thought someone here might enjoy it.
Or Kill Me / From a Letter
November 07, 2009, 04:56:59 AM
I was writing a letter (Yes, honest letter snail mail zomg who still writes those?) to my Grandma and was updating her on my life and ended up writing a bit that I thought I'd like to share. Feel free to kick me, hard, in the nads if it's warranted.

"Anyway, I've decided that when I go back to college I'm going to study English so I can teach. I'll probably start at the high school level and then maybe move on to the college level as I continue studying. Or maybe I'll stay at high school. I don't really know, for certain.

I want to be a writer too. And I want to make music. I think what it is is that I want to make people feel--to think. To move them, get them to go outside their box for five seconds. I think that's why I want to teach, too. I don't expect to make a major impact, not anymore than a book you've read or a song you've heard. Even an influential teacher only does so much; in the end it's your own responsibility to make your own decisions. I think a nudge is helpful, a subtle push or a sly wink is enough. Any more is dogmatic and I'm not here to force it on anyone. It's your decision to listen or to put me down, to turn me off, or tune me out. I respect that; if I'm free to make my decisions then so are you, y'know?"

It's short but, meh.
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Yo!
November 01, 2009, 07:48:40 AM
New to the forum, not sure how you respond to "HI. I'M HERE NOW." posts but it's worth poking my nose in. I've been following and doing reading of some Erisian/Dischordian (Albeit not enough) Lit-Er-Ach-oar and figured it'd be about damn time I signed up to the forum.

S'bout it, really. That and I figured the best way to get involved would be to dive headlong into a vat of Dischordian folks and see if I can't come out of it with most of my skin still attached and not having soiled myself. I think I might even be able to live with the latter if it comes from that Roger fellow yelling at me. >_> <_< Nah, you guys seem to be good people. Just hope I make it through the Gauntlet that is being a nooblet newfag.  :thumb: