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What would be awesome on acoustic?

Tell Twid now.

Unexpected gets extra points.

Twid,
Distracting.

Yes I am drunk.

Yes I love all of you.

You are my friends. You need to know this.

Yes this is sparked by pat's dad's funeral.
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I am a religious man, and I have explained this before.


Johnny is dead. His sons believe  he is with Jesus (and by the way the priest can go straight to hell. Can you believe the fucker said we don't know if Johnny went straight to heaven or purgatory... It's a fucking funeral. I myself will punch you in the face. Fuck you. Seriously, I will now pray for that priest to suffer in purgatory. Johnny was that good.

I had an extremely uncomfortable conversation with Pat's wife today.

She asked me about the afterlife. And I flat out asked her if she is asking me as a temporary Catholic or as me.

She asked as me. I told her what I think. We talked more. Out of character of courses.

She said something that I understand completely. She said I don't want eternal blackness.


A Catholic was looking to me as a Pagan priest for answers.


The best I could say was, "Yeah, I'm terrified too. I don't know. but the way I see it, temporary religion aside, is that Johnny is now seated at the table with his ancestors, and because time runs differently there, we are seated with him."

What can I say?


What can I say when my best answer is, "Right now, believe it or not, you're dead and you're eating really boss bacon with him right now."

What do I say when I don't even know?

http://www.facebook.com/Othniel77/posts/518354958190169?ref=notif&notif_t=share_reply

Havent seen him around in awhile. Germany invade belgium again?

It's a little over a month since my birthday and I should probably start on that list of things to do before I turn 32. Here's what I got so far. Feel free to suggest:

1.) Finish this list (believe me, that's an accomplishment right there)
2.) Finish all of my Irish lessons and retain everything I learn.
3.) Write 4 new songs for Anarchangel
4.) Write a full album's worth of material for my solo project
5.) Start recording that album
6.) Play at least one gig, with any musical project, outside of Massachusetts.
7.) Leave the country at least once. Canada is good since it's nearby and I've never been there before.
8.) Go back to school
9.) On that note, figure out what to switch major to, but continue on with an Associates in History and Government, since I've already put a lot of time into that.
10. Read the whole Bible. Partially to do it, partially to get better insight into the Christian mind, partially for trolling fodder.
11. Purchase and read LMNO's father's book.
11 1/2 (optional) Finally understand quantum mechanics as a result of number 11.
12. Meet at least one spag I haven't met yet. This may coincide with Dingo's travels, it may not.
13. Celebrate my billionth second.

That's what I got so far.

One month later i celebrate my birthday with anarchangel. I am happy but pats father has weeks to live. Fuck cancer.

http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/anarchangel

I'm a drunk. I've always been a drunk, and I'll probably continue to be a drunk.

That's cool, it happens. Some people like their booze.

Lately though I've been having trouble not getting just kinda drunk but totally fucking hammered. Don't know what's up with that. So I might disappear for a little bit to try and get my head screwed on straight. And while I haven't, as far as I know, pissed anyone off lately from being a moron, I've been a moron and I need to regain some control over myself. Maybe it's because it's everyone's birthday this month and I just happen to be drinking a lot. I don't know. But I've gotten drunk every night since Thursday.

Thursday, sure. I had a bad gig. Drink.
Friday I was at Anne Marie's show. Drink.
Saturday I had another gig. Drink.
Sunday was Pat's wife's birthday. Drink.
Last night. Did my laundry. Drink. Wait what? That doesn't make sense.

So. Yeah. Five drunken nights and one of them just because.

I might be try to keep myself busy and as a result may not be on here much. Plus, if I do get drunk it minimizes my chances of spreading my idiocy across the globe. I'll check in here and there. Maybe post from my phone while commuting. But at night I might avoid the internet entirely. It's just way too easy for me to sit at the computer and drink.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84aRTri8AAk

Metal has expanded quite a bit over the past four decades.  Certainly there is a good portion of it that has been informed by punk, but there is also a good chunk of it that I would posit has little to know lineage involving punk.  I'm thinking of the symphonic, power metal strains of metal that are more rooted in classical masters like Wagner.  Same with some of the more symphonic strains of black metal. 

As far as the Satan angle.  Black metal certainly but there has been Satanism in other forms of Metal, including the Elvis-Metal of Danzig, who obviously was very influenced by punk given his tenure in prior punk bands.  There are some pretty Satanic death metal bands too, Deicide being the first that comes to mind.

I forgot about Danzig. But, the point that Waffles and myself are getting at is that while there are satanic Death Metallers, and other types of Metallers, it's not inherently Satanic. A lot just kinda dabble with the image for a song here and there, but otherwise don't bother. I mean, hell, Iron Maiden wrote a song about the number 666 and Nicko is a born-again Christian.

Well, I wanted to know which kind of metal was the satanic one and Wikipedia said it was Death Metal, and it's really not the point but now I do wonder which one *is* it that has all the satanic lyrics and such, then?

King Diamond was supposed to be a practicing Satanist but I always just LOL'ed at his shit. "No Presents For Christmas"? 

Slayer's got a lot of hell-and-the-devil stuff.

I forgot about King Diamond. A friend of mine was into him and tried to get me to listen to some of his stuff. The falsetto shrieking made me want to punch him through the headphones.

Also, I'm going to start up a new thread, so as not to spag up the punk with metal. I'mma quote this as the OP.

http://abcnews.go.com/US/video/scooter-riding-woman-falls-on-boston-escalator-16802046

So, first off, this woman decides to take a scooter up an escalator, which is pretty damn stupid.

Then, she seems to have no problem standing up - I mean, it's possible, if you have some sort of degenerative disease like MS, but...

Who the hell is filming this in the first place? The picture's pretty steady, so I figured it was just a security cam, until it started panning up with her....

Must have memory and or nostalgia.

Memory and nostalgia:
Formative musical years
Formative musical group
Music video inspired Cramulan meme.


Also I wanted to bonk the girl with the braces because I was 12 ish at the time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mbBbFH9fAg

This was, actually pretty formative.

...and as much antiscience rhetoric goes around... I am glad i live in an era where solar flares are considered newsworthy

twid
killing time at the jp watering hole before practice hence the propecia thread too.

Gives you your hair back makes you junk stop working.

Makes me glad that im not as vain as i think i am. Id much rather be bald and own it than not get a boner.

More and more im thinking pills just arent worth it unless it keeps you from possibly dying early.

Does what it says on the label. Also an experiment in noticing the weird.

Today on my commute into work i noticed an advertisement for metropcs on the orange line. That part is pretty normal. What was odd about it was that the picture of the phone had been cut out revealing a map of the subway system underneath it. It was cut out pretty neatly presumably with an exacto knife or box cutter since it was otherwise undamaged. It makes me wonder what someone would want with an oversized picture of a cheap phone.

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So, for some unknown reason, over the past couple of days, I've reverted to the forms of Catholicism. I'm still not a Catholic, nor any sort of Christian. Fuck the Pope. He made Anakin turn to the dark side. Also, he was a Nazi. But there was this... just this sort of thing inside me that said "pray the Rosary." (hence the Gozery beads comment in the band names thread).

I prayed it in English, and it made my mind shut up. I prayed it in Latin, and it made my mind shut up even more. It wasn't the content. It was the formula. Catholic prayers are very formulaic. They're incantations. The Rosary is a very long incantation. Now, your conscious mind is following a set of instructions, and focusing exclusively on the rote instructions. Conscious thought is bypassed. I tried it with other Catholic prayers, in both languages (the Latin is superior. Even though you can rattle off a Hail Mary in English without thinking, some words here and there are going to distract. An Ave Maria is in a dead language, and therefore processed elsewhere, which can be easily ignored, as long as you are reading it off the page and not remembering it. Again, different programs).

I will admit, I did feel something odd when praying the prayer for Reparation for Blasphemy Against The Trinity (by Christian standards, I am damned regardless. I have blasphemed against the Holy Spirit, with the intent of doing so. But I felt pretty nice saying, "hey dude, sorry for talking shit about you." It wasn't enough to make me believe, but I think I hit a good combination of programs there to give me inner peace. I made peace with who I used to be, in two senses. The former Catholic, and the Pagan rebel. Don't need either anymore (my religion will probably remain Irish Paganism, but I feel good at not thinking of myself as a Pagan. As a matter of fact, resisting it. I should shun all labels). Or at least to make peace with my former god. And that's the important thing, no? Apparently my OS is Roman Catholic, no matter how many contrary downloads I make.

But back to the point. It's much easier for me to whip out the beads and run rosary.exe than to go, "Ok Brain. Let's make a deal. I'll be quiet if you be quiet." "OK." "No dude shut up. Don't respond." "Noted." " " The Latin removes meaning. It is currently useful to me. Feel free to experiment with it too, and let me know what mind hacks you use because I find Catholic morality repugnant on many levels, and would personally love to see the cult die. Note though, doing the Rosary properly is distracting. That is, meditating on whatever mystery that the day is set aside for. You're supposed to be running a blind program. Meditating (which has a different connotation in Christianity than its Eastern counterpart) on the events of Jesus' and Mary's lives aren't going to help the hack. They'll get in the way.

... or anyone else....

I need science to help me sleep.

No shit. I'm tired of watching Dr. Sagan. I need something that will a) entertain me b) educate me c) failing that reinforce a hypothesis I heard before d) Is soothing and interesting enough that I can catch it tomorrow after I fell asleep in the middle of it. Oh. And f) isn't so interesting that I have to stay up for another hour...

Popular my science.

Ok, so, obviously due to the Waffle Iron thread, I've been watching some time travel flicks.

Now lets ignore the whole fact that travel to the past is probably impossible (we're traveling into the future right now) since we can't break the light barrier nor come up with any conceivable way to do so without cheating, which will also negate other relativistic effects, such as travel back in time.

So, Marty shows Doc the flyer about the clocktower being hit with lightning. There's supposedly an exact time involved.

Except not really. A minute contains sixty seconds. A bolt of lightning lasts maybe 2 seconds tops. I mean, it's fucking traveling at light speed.

Now, even with the information that they know the minute that lightning strikes, there is no possible way to know that window of time to channel it from the clock tower, let alone calculate to the second the DeLorean (Irish made car, btw) hits the wire while hitting exactly 88.8 mph.

Why it has to be 88.8 of a measurement of non-metric and therefore non-scientific time is also irrelevant.

So Marty can't get back to 1985.

Or can he?

Turns out Doc is just making things unnecessarily complicated, as evidenced by the fact that he tore up Marty's letter. If your lab assistant saw to it to break your rules by telling you about the future, it must be for a damn good reason. And it is. Marty left about a minute and a half after Doc's death. At that point, human history was in no ways affected one way or the other. It's not like going back in time and killing Hitler, coming from 2012.

No wonder the time machine was Doc's only successful invention. He's too retarded to see the obvious solution.

Gas up the DeLorean. All the way just to be safe. Also tell Doc about global warming. No one wants that except Republicans. Then, roll up to the wire running from the clock tower so that a connection is made. Throw the DeLorean in neutral, well before lightning strikes. Accelerate to 88.8 miles per hour. Put the DeLorean into cruise control. Tailgate. Tell Doc about the future so he doesn't have a choice but to listen. Get back in the car, crack open a Miller Highlife since it's product placement and wait for 1985 to happen.

Also disregard the problems I brought up with this in the Jenne and Khara womp thread.

Dimo licked a statue. Many have heard this tale. While I can't offer photographic proof of the act since he was so bloody quick about it, I can offer evidence that we were in the museum. Note though, that the phone on my camera does not have a flash because I'm a cheap bastard.

This is a very convincing statue of leln:


Suu, contrasting Western Thought with Eastern Thought:




Richter, showing Siddhartha how it's done:




I tried to get a shot of dimo, but he started leaving the room while I was doing it:


Suu, showing us the way to Enlightenment:


Looks like a Flying Spaghetti monster, but considering this is in Providence, I'm going to have to say Ancient One:


This is the statue dimo licked. He also licked a statue of Shiva, but I didn't witness that.


Life imitates art:


Goatees always mean the Mirror Universe is somehow involved:


Suu has a picture of me doing the same, where I am having a difficult time balancing. This prompted dimo to say "Twid has the grace of a wildebeest."

So i dont spag up open bar.

Carmen is fumigating today. On top of this im going to thoroughly spray my room with rubbing alcohol. 90% kills them on contact. On top of that diatomaceous earth along the walls in the closet and around every bit of furniture like ech suggested. Clothes in storage containers once i get to the laundromat. I threw out the blankets and pillows that were on my mattress. I have two pillows that are fine that ive been using.

My room is going to be as inhospitable as venus.

Feel free to move this to another forum, sticky it, or both.  But I think it's a pretty good reference thread to have.

If we have a question about geopolitics, we go, "Hey Cain!"

If we have a question about biology in general and entomology in particular, we go, "Hey Kai!" (btw Kai, I may ask for some intel on Cimicidae since I am now at war. Know your enemy.)

And....

Hey if we have programming questions, Trip, Faust, and I think Pent. And.....?

So tell us a bit about what you are at least familiar enough to comment on in some sort of professional (this word may be interpreted loosely) degree.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-18552221

Ever since 1999, when Bruce Dickinson and Adrian Smith (the latter missed out on the Boston date. His father passed away and he had to return to England) rejoined the band, I have seen Iron Maiden every time they have come through Massachusetts (I'm not going to New York to see them. Fuck that. It's New York.) And thus began the ritual.

The ritual consists of the following steps. In the week prior to the Iron Maiden concert, the participant listens to Iron Maiden and ONLY Iron Maiden in preparation. This is done in chronological order. For example, you listen to Iron Maiden (the album), then Killers, then Number of the Beast, then Piece of Mind, etc, and so forth.

You listen to the whole of each album, as painful as that might sometimes be (Quest For Fire off of Piece of Mind. Alexander the Great off of Somewhere In Time. All of Dance of Death. But it must be done).

I mean, you can listen to other stuff, like your mom talking about how you never call her and such, but as far as music goes, it must be Maiden and only Maiden. If you start to hear other stuff, go for a smoke. If you don't smoke, I dunno, take a shit or something.

Now. The day of the concert, you listen to the album Iron Maiden once again in its entirety. This is to ensure Steve Harris (and the rest of them by proxy) maintain a state of deathlessness until the next tour. It's continuity. When you get to the song Iron Maiden (yes, my favorite band, Iron Maiden, has a song called Iron Maiden off of the album Iron Maiden. If you liked Iron Maiden, this wouldn't even need to be explained. If I have to explain, see Denim and Leather by Saxon), you remain unshirted. You spend that whole album getting ready for whatever you are doing for the mundane part of the day except for the shirt, while listening to the album. But the shirt must wait, and you must be topless during the song Iron Maiden. You meditate during the bass solo, and when the guitar kicks back in, you don the shirt you purchased at the last Iron Maiden concert in Massachusetts (or wherever the fuck you live).

You go to work and twitch.

You go to the concert in musical silence, and twitch.

You have, strangely, moderate amounts of alcohol before you go in (this is MAIDEN dammit. YOU MUST BE SOBER).

You patiently endure opening acts (sometimes this is as awesome as Motorhead. Sometimes as disappointing as Lauren Harris [daughter of Steve Harris] or Clutch.)

Doctor Doctor comes on.

Commence ritual throat damage.

Enjoy the Maiden in reverence.

When Maiden does the song Iron Maiden, repeat the lustration from earlier, except, remove the t-shirt from last time, and don the one you bought today, right when Bruce says "Scream for me Mansfield! SCREAM FOR ME MANSFIELD!!! ALRIGHT!!!!"

The new shirt is thus consecrated.

Enjoy Hallowed Be Thy Name and two other encore songs.

Long drive home to Boston, partially deaf and talking about how awesome Maiden is. Listening to Maiden is forbidden at this time. Listen to something else entirely. I may be an uberfan, but I'm not some asshole who leaves the parking lot blasting To Tame A Land. I just heard that shit. For a week. Let's hear some Rammstein or something.

Recover.

Twid,
No other band gets this treatment.

This is probably the best forum for this.

You're two conflicting things. Discuss the conflict here.

I was raised, in the United States, in Boston, which is a very Irish city in the US.

My mother is Irish and Scottish by heritage, and as German as Scottish. But she is American, and her parents are/were American (my grandfather is dead, my granmother, though failing, is alive). My father is an Irish immigrant. He doesn't speak much about politics but he named me after a martyr. There's a rebel song about my name-sake and my naming, providing I turned out male (I am the eldest of 3, and the only surprise gender), was politically motivated regardless, after much debate (pretty humorous too). Only one sibling (Midsister) has a non-Irish name  (it's Danish).

Now, aside from being someone who had pretty good access to his genealogy and doesn't have to supplement his whiteness with any tales of Native blood (you are what you are. If you can prove it, bully. If not, shut up), I don't mind telling you that I am an Irish nationalist. I am also a staunch unionist.

What the fuck you talking about Twid?

Ok. I would like to see a united Ireland in my lifetime (I say unification, because I have no illusions about our history. The only time we were unified was when we were part of the British Empire. There can be no reunification by definition). But I want to see it by democratic means. I want those other six counties to vote to be a part of the Republic. The war is over. I've said it before, active IRA units are waging a war of conquest. Just friggin' listen to their accents. They have more in common with Scotland than with us.

Everyone has the right to democratically choose their government. If the majority of Ulster wants to be part of the United Kingdom, let them. If you're American, shut up. If you are (part of the Republic) Irish, shut up. If you're Northern Irish, speak up. I suspect the breeding trend will cause unification anyway.

But beware! When unification happens, you will regret it, because your Troubles^TM will be equal but reversed. Nothing will change except the constitution you have. You will have angry Unionists. Very angry Unionists. The only difference is that the Republicans will have a slight majority. You are an entirely different country now. England saw to that in 1922. The division was GENIUS. You used to be Irish. Now you don't think so. More power to you.

My name-sake died for his country. And he died young. And he got it. Maybe not all 32 counties but he became a symbol. A rallying point. His death was ABHORRENT. He totally deserved it though. He was a traitor and a terrorist, and he killed members of the military that represented his Empire. But if a bunch of bumpkins to the west want to secede, let them. But close enough. We have Poblacht na hEireann noew. If you now consider yourselves separate in the "Kingdom of Ireland", just as I do, have at it. My name-sake died for the Republic that he never saw. You don't have to.

Nationalists, put down your fucking guns and vote. Unionists, put down your fucking guns and vote (and stop using my favorite band's mascot as your own). We'll see how this pans out in the future. And if you don't want to be part of the Republic, fuck you and God bless at the same time. We don't need you anyway. Jameson tastes better than LaPhroaig and you're a liar if you say otherwise.

This, right here, is a load of American bullshit, in South Boston, no less:


The equation is wrong. It should be Northern Ireland - (Republic of Ireland + United Kingdom) = Freedom.

Find your own way, Kingdom of Ireland. I, for one, have negative interest in annexing you, especially by violent means.

Sincerely,
-Caoimhin de Barra O Maoilchiarain

Pineapples.
Canned tuna.

Funny enough these are two foods i find unpleasant enough to avoid eating.

Now you.

Getting beers with ech tonight so im swinging by pats house to pick up an xxl anarchangel shirt. Now i know its been a while since ive been to west roxbury on a regulare basis but I DONT REMEMBER THERE BEING SO MANY GADDAMN BEES HERE!!!

Now that i dont have to worry about being a hobo its time to start thinking about a secondary source of income (being a member of anarchangel doesnt pay. Seriously. All pay out goes to band costs.) i am thirty and have completed some college. I have no particular skills to make me jump out or even suggest a route. I have work as anoffice spag and still do a bookshelver at a public library a sales associate an administrative assistant and a liquor store stock boy. You all have a pretty good pulse on my interests. I also want a job that i can give just enough of a shit about to get a good ref and drop if i dont need it anymore. No spaggy suggestions. Is serious thread.

This is a sketch I did. It was a pitch for cover art for the upcoming album. It was rejected because it was considered too busy. Though, Pat gave two funny comments about it:

"I didn't know you could draw." and "Honestly, I was expecting you to bring in a piece of shit."

The photo's not that great because of phone camera, but on the far right, the erased space is the rising sun.

And i may have asked this myself but i felt like starting a new thread.

What do you do to combat writers block? I dont have much trouble with riffs but lyrics are a different issue. Overthinking it probably. But id like to have a few new songs ready by october so i dont get sick of what the band has now. Im thinking of just writing random lines down every day and see if i can flesh them out meanwhile using the residents' method of decomposition to get the juices otherwise flowing. Thoughts?

Guys, guys, check this out. He wants me to shoot him.

http://boston.craigslist.org/gbs/roo/2998747197.html

That was easy. Whens the next time? Didnt realize how much i missed you spags until the other day. And even then it seems like weve known each other for ages. The only one of you i see on a regular basis is lmno. I think that should change. Let me know when youre hitting up the mfa. I work less than a mile from there.

Yah know that friend of mine i was telling you about what scammed the t and is facing sentencing? Well considering her facebook status today its not trying to affect sentencing. She really believes in jebus. She said something about dreaming about jebus and how that means shell overcome adversity even though shes def going to get sentenced to two years. Im ok with the fun commencing at this point. Please advise.

Looks like dr. John is coming to boston soon. Should i go and see him? My stepfather says hes the shit.

Whats the best way to make a shield? Doesnt have to be functional it just has to look like a shield with a coat of arms in a photo.

Just saw a dude with a baby who looks exactly like you on the bus. Dude even said hi to me because i did a double take. Unless your up here visiting with different facial hair.

Every time I try to find a cheaper beer, I find yet another one from Milwaukee.

I should have a question here, but I really can't formulate it other than why is all the cheap beer from Milwaukee?

Your silly inflated post count system caused me to miss my 10,000th post, which I was looking forward to noting, and maybe celebrating.

I blame you specifically and am shaking my fist vigorously in a northeasterly direction.

I demand satisfaction.

:throws glove in a northeasterly direction:

Taking a legitimate day off of work to pack. This also requires boxes. You can get free boxes where they sell beer. The spanish word for beer box is apparently caja. I will miss that bodega.

Twid
home alone so i can make loud belches that sound somewhat like a dog barking. Right. Now onto the cds since the books are done.

Is there ome of those huge canadian forest fires right now. I keep seeing bits of ash falling from the sky and i smell smoke from burning wood.

Crossposting:




What about propaganda for a fake company called Discordicorp? Would that be something people would be interested in?

So, there's this bird that I keep hearing that sounds like Nelson Muntz from the Simpson's laughing. So I just called it the Nelson Bird. I would say Nelson Bird to a friend, they'd think about it and go, "Oh yeah! I know what you're talking about!" Well, I was hearing a Nelson Bird today, and I thought, "Fuck it, I have to know what bird this is!" Well, I go to google and type in:
what's that bird that sounds like nelson laughing

And fuck me, something came up.

The bird in question is Poecile atricapillus, or the Black Capped Chickadee, which, incidentally is Massachusetts' (and Maine's) state bird.

This whole time I've been wondering about this bird, comparing it to a cartoon character, and it turns out that it's one of the official symbols of my Commonwealth. I recognize it's other call too. I just never figured it to be the same species.

Well, I think it's time that I started figuring out more about the life-forms around me. In the Medium City, it's easy to largely ignore them except for a small quirk, like the Nelson laugh. Consider this a "Monster of the Week" thread. You are welcome to comment on it, or to provide your own local monsters of the week. Don't limit yourself to animals either. If you can get a really nasty bacterium or a fungus, go for it!

Has birdsong, starts of with the HA-ha!
http://www.birdjam.com/birdsong.php?id=12

Wikipedia page:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black-capped_Chickadee

Starting now. Go!

That guy right there, playing his game and missing his stop.

The driver who's too busy with their cell phone to pay attention to the road. Man that car is banged up.

The other person tweeting about it with the hash tag moron drivers.

The person posting on facebook with some stupid status update.

And yet another who has to respond to it right now.

The woman I pass by on the street arguing with her boyfriend over the phone for everyone to hear. Just fucking dump him if he's threatening you. Congrats, now I know only one superficial thing about you and your dying relationship.

Look at that guy over there with his iPhone, listening to music on the bus without any headphones on. Obnoxious asshole.

Ok, read that novel on your iPad. Not me. I like a good old book made out of real paper. Fah!

Stop emailing your boss while walking. You're off the fucking clock.

Heheh, that one walked into a pole while texting. Look up once in a while!

Are you talking to yourself? Oh, no, you're on the phone and you have one of those ear pieces constantly attached to your head. Yeah you look cool.

Too inept to do something on your own? There's an app for that.

Did you just use internet speak in an actual conversation with a real person? What the hell is wrong with you?

Don't send me a text if you can't use proper English spellings you lazy ass.

Don't check me in to the bar that we went to. It's no one's business but my own. Put it down and have a drink with me.

No I won't accept your request for that birthday calendar thing. It already says what your birthday is on your profile, just in case I forgot.

I see you brought your laptop to the café. How about you enjoy your coffee? You spent a lot of money on it, so you might as well notice what it tastes like. Brew it at home if you can't be bothered.




Gadgets. Fucking gadgets everywhere. People always attached to their gadgets. Fuck 'em. They have no idea what's going on around them. Best to ignore them with my gadget.

And by extension those who cant understand anyone from the north atlantic archipelago.

Surprised that oysters never heard the term taking the piss before i decided to start this thread for people who cant understand what brits and irish are saying. The best way to learn is through immersion no? Extra points for one or more confused americans used for comedic effect.

Snatch- takes place in london. The american in question is played by dennis farina.
Formula 51- known in the uk as 51st state. Americans include samuel l jackson and meatloaf.

Now you.

Except for me.

This is an odd change of events, since I'm the cool rocker dood with a girlfriend in a house frequented by computer geeks.

Yes this is a facebookesque status update.


EXCEPT I CAN HEAR IT.

Go Mike (not Pickles who is getting action upstairs), I guess.


Twid,
NOT WATCHING PORN TONIGHT.

MY SUBJECT LINE IS ALL IN CAPS LIKE SO MANY OTHER THREADS BECAUSE WE NEED TO SHOUT THE MAIN IDEA ALWAYS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT SHIT, MON AMI?

AND A MOMENT OF APPRECIATION.

YOU ARE THE WASP (NOT BEE SINCE THEY DIE AFTER ONE STING) TO KEEP ME GOING WITH MY PROJECT. I HAVE YET TO RECLAIM MY ACOUSTIC. MATTER OF FACT I'M GOING TO PM YOU MY PHONE NUMBER. TEXT ME WHEN YOU'VE HAD BREAKFAST TO REMIND ME THAT I NEED THAT SHIT. CHANCES ARE I NEED TO GET THAT SHIT THEN.

I WILL UNFORTUNATELY NOT BE ABLE TO RESUME CDGASM UNTIL AT LEAST SUNDAY NIGHT BUT MORE LIKELY TUESDAY.





STOP STINGING ME DAMMIT!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

I've always run on stupid luck. Stupid luck is different from dumb luck. Dumb luck just happens. Stupid luck happens when you consistently land on your feet despite how stupid you're being, and how much self-sabotage you're throwing your own way. Stupid luck is enough to make a lesser person believe in fate. I've largely avoided this even though I can trace all the consequences of my adult life down to one kiss in the Arboretum sometime 12 years ago. No, if anything that's made me more aware of long term and unforeseen effects.

But back to the stupid luck. Nothing terrible has ever happened to me despite my slacker nature. I've always managed to end up okay. At times it was very stressful not knowing what would come next because I didn't have a plan. But there it was, suddenly, an answer at the last minute. A way out of my dilemma. A fix for my situation. Granted, it never ended up being a fix that ever sent me onto bigger and better things. No. It just maintained equilibrium. I wasn't fucked but I wasn't progressing.

And here I am, turning 31 in a few short months, no longer depressed but still doing stupid, self-limiting stuff. Doing the bare minimum. Not finishing up school. Not going to work more than I have to. Not finding a new place to live just yet even though I have no place to live May 1st because that shit's just always worked out for me. In a band that's playing out and around but not getting out there, even though that's really all I've ever wanted to do since I was 12.

This has been rolling around in my mind a bit for awhile, especially since we've been under threat of eviction for months. Except now it's actually happening. And here I am with not enough money and not enough time to fix it. Waiting for stupid luck to help me out yet again. My supervisor, who if you will recall is aware of this forum and aware that I am a Discordian (and has yet to sign up, as far as I can tell), pulled me outside for a smoke today to have an off the record chat with me to see what's going on with me. She told me I'm not in trouble, but my lack of enthusiasm is noticeable (She can sympathize, but at the same time, she wants to make sure she doesn't end up writing a crap review for me in the fall). And she's right. I'm comfortable in doing the bare minimum. I'm comfortable going nowhere slow.

Stupid luck is the very theistic god of the very fortunate procrastinator. But now I'm thinking, how much better off would I be if I gave stupid luck a hand now and again? And surely, I can't rely on it for the rest of my life. The time has come for me to burn down the trees and blow up the boulders in my path, rather than allowing the path to take me past them.

Doing nothing for now,
Your favorite Nephew

Its easy to run into strange people. Theyre all over the place. Theres this one that lives on my street. Around the time that i come home shes doing something that sounds like a near impossible feat. See the thing is she makes a lot of noise. The kind of noise you make if youre hauling twice your body weight for six blocks. Or having really weird sex. But she does this when shes just walking too. The first time i encountered it i asked her if she was ok. She was just fine. She just makes a lot of loud noises. I ignore her now. I just hope she never actually needs any help since i dont think anyone would know something was out of the ordinary.

Chapter 1:

To the Church of New England, and under certain circumstances, New York:

Brothers and sisters, we are weak. The whole of us brought together size that of an average European country, yet we see little of each other, except in our own cities. And I don't know about Providence, but we get little of that here in Boston. Some of you are rare to be seen here on the forums. Some of you have not been seen in many an age. Some of us have flounced completely. We are numerous! Why do we not have time for each other? Though there shall be a mini-meet up soon, and a larger one a little after, why must we wait on these? I recognize that I am just as at fault. It is easy enough for me to make a pilgrimmage to the Holy City of Providence, and it is easy enough for the people of Providence to make a pilgrimmage to the Holy City of Boston (those of you in TRONE are exempt due to your remoteness, even though it's not that remote. The Meese are dangerous, and we expect not to risk your own lives for our entertainment). And yet we are divided by a seemingly insurmountable gulf, but once a year. This must end.

Nay, the proximity and shared weirdness of both Boston and Providence, and their outlying territories, should encourage us to meet up more! It is not as if we are far-flung. On the contrary! I have coworkers who live in Providence! The drive is but an hour! The weekends are 48 hours long! Our weirdness should be shared. Too long has it been since I have seen even LMNO, Luna and Suu! Even longer still since I have seen Richter, Dimo and Eve! Longer still since I have seen Pope Tom, even though that was only once and he only pops in now and again.

Let us not be disheartened that this year we shall have no Doktor Howl, nor TGG and Enabler, nor Phox. Let this encourage our hearts to band together even stronger, schedules be damned, intermittent posting be damned, fluncing be damned! Our land is a strange one. Let us celebrate it together! Let us live up to the envy that the Northeast seems to inspire! Let us make fun for others to miss out on!

Penance: One Sour Father, Three Hail Erises and Two Gory Be's.