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Word on the street is that this Wednesday, the 24 of November, is "Opt-out" day for people travelling out of the airports. The idea is that everyone should opt-out of the body scan, and take the much longer to accomplish pat-down procedure, to slow down the airports to a crawl as a form of protest.

Sure, it sounds a lot like picking a day to not but gas for your car to put the "screws" into the big oil companies, and it may not accomplish anything, but I figured I'd pass the word.

So,
Elections have come to a  close, and it's time for those who have voted to retire all cognition until the next elections. Which, by then, you'll assume the same whiny, bitchy posturing you assumed this year. You'll be all fired up for "Change," and all butt-hurt that the last flash-in-the-pan politician failed miserably at bringing about the "Change" you couldn't even define, but so desperately desired. There's a saying: "The definition of insanity is repeatedly doing the same thing, while expecting different results." By this definition, the United States is populated and operated by howling madmen. And you swear by it. Here's an example of our national dialogue, as I see it:                                                

"Lets go left! Ofuk, a dead end!"
"Well... Let's go right! Shit, this doesn't go anywhere, either! Now what!"
" Let's go left again!"
" Ok!"

Thing is, I suspect most of you don't want change at all. You want things to stay the same. You want it to stay the same because it's easier for you. Why would you want change when you can look out for el numero uno, and, when things go bad, you can exercise your inalienable right to bitch and complain, as opposed to DOING something, because "It's not MY problem," or "It's not MY responsibility." Well, guess what, dumbass. This is America, and as long as you live here, it IS your responsibility, and it most certainly IS your problem.

Have I got through yet? No? Well, the train's leaving, and it's not my responsibility to catch you up. Let's continue on. So, we're bored with "Change," and now we want the real thing, right?  And now you're beginning to see how your rampant pseudo-individualism and imposed apathy got us into this mess, right? Good. now you can help us get out of it.

How to fix?  This is debatable, but one thing's for sure. We sure as hell CAN'T do it using the tools and resources of a broken system. A broken tool will fuck you up sooner than it'll fix anything. Let me put it this way. If your car broke down, would you attempt to fix it from the driver seat? No, you'd go and open it up. Take a look at it from the OUTSIDE. Well, I'd hate to break it to all you crazy people, but that's the only way to fix the system. You have to do it from OUTSIDE the sphere of said system.
   
Uh oh. Did someone say revolution?

"Aren't revolutions dangerous? Won't we descend into a state of chaos and anarchy if we don't follow the rules?"

Ha ha! No, silly pants!

Well... Maybe. But, hell, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, eh? The thing is, the popular concept of revolution is that of bloody violence and vicious infighting, conducted by those who do not seek to improve the human condition, but to serve their own selfish desire to re-create said system with them at the top. Well, this is just one of the many common misconceptions that people hold (not your fault. I know, you're only going on what you're told).
According to one insightful individual, a revolution can be defined thusly:

"A revolution is an essential and radical change in beliefs about the meaning of a given particular physical or non-physical thing or type of thing in a given context"

So, by this definition, we see as prerequisites "essential and radical change" about "beliefs." Nothing in there about violence (Though, someone MAY die, and you MIGHT go to jail, but hell. Martyrs make good cheerleaders, and usually make the news/history books. The good ones get sainted by someone). With that being said, revolution is a bit safer than you were thinking, and is probably a GOOD idea, being necessary, and all. Starting to feel better about the whole thing now? Good.

Let's review. What have we learned? Real change is more desirable than "Change" (which is actually Staying the Same). Real change is necessary. Real change is drastic. And, if you want to fix the car, you need to get off your ass and step outside of its confines.

But, then again, what the hell do I know?

   Necessarily,

Dimo, TTLC, HMSH, House of GABCab

"So... Whatcha doin'?"

"Trying to get this here square peg through that there hole."

Sam stands and crams and rams, and attempts to fit, with his bare hands, the solid square peg into the hole, but to no avail.

"See here!" Stan says, "You ninny, you're using the wrong peg! This round peg should do the trick just right!"

Soon, Stan stands and crams and rams, and attempts to fit, with his bare hands, the solid round peg into the hole, but to no avail.

"Ho there, fellows! What seems to be the issue here?" Dan inquired as he entered the equation.

"Well, we're trying to get one of these here pegs into that there hole." Sam and Stan respond in unison.

"Ha!" Laughed Dan,"You back-water rubes! You need to think out of the box! Try something different! Try something new! Let's see," to himself, "this ought to do..."

Soon after, Dan stands and crams and rams, jams and slams, and attempts to fit, with his bare hands, a solid rhombus peg into the hole, but to no avail.

Sam, Stan and Dan stood for a bit, examining their pegs, curious as to what might be the problem with them. And, after some time, Sam, Stan and Dan were joined, one by one, by Jan, Sam (short for Samantha), Flann, Brahm, Grahm, and two-thirds of the entire Clam-Clan. Each one, one by one, attempted to force, fit, stick, pound, coerce, cheat, or spectulate upon a way to get their own pegs through the hole.

It was getting late, and the small troop were becoming edgy, annoyed with the facts that they just could not get their own personal pegs through that hole. It was ony a matter of time that, in such heat, and in such closed quarters, arguments and fighting broke out.

"It just HAS to be MY peg! There's NO REASON why it couldn't be!" Shouted the strong willed Brahm.

"BULLSHIT! There's no WAY it's yours!" yelled Sam (short for Samantha) in response. "You're a no-good shit!"

"Fuck it. I give up." The discontented Flann conceded.

Then, the entire Clam Clan, getting tired of the whole ordeal, beat up a few guys and took their pegs home with them.

Sam, Stan, and Dan remained, piled in a heap in which they complained. They looked at thier pegs, with teary eyes, to their disdain.

"It seems here's a problem that can't be explained!"

At this moment, Jakko the Clown arrived with a bottle of water, which he poured into the hole.

I GOT A LOT OF PROBLEMS WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!!

LMNO - Your avatar slows my computer down!

Blight - I expect more from my stalkers. GET ON IT!

Sir Coyote - I niether like nor hate you. STOP FENCE-SITTING!

Nigel - STOP BEING SO GODDAMNED REASONABLE ALL THE TIME!!!

Sir Digby Chicken Caesar - I hate your new handle. Gen. Stuart or GTFO!

Suu - Your affinity for hipster bars offends my sensibilities!

Cram - Stop making content! You're making the rest of us look bad!

Liam - Should ony be followed by "Neeson" (DarkMan FTW)!

TGRR - FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

Squid - Florida. Nuff' said...

Freeky - NOT a registered nurse!

Fred - Woman has mans name????//?/?

000 - Just doesn't add up to anything!

Payne - Unamerican!

Remington - Canadian!

Cain - Too smart for his own (or anyones) good!

Richter - NEEDS MOAR BLOOD!!!

AND I'M NOT FINISHED!!!! ALL YOU FUCKERS ARE ON THE LIST!!!!!

I'm looking to get myself a small carnivorous plant. From what I've seen, I've become partial to the sundews. Are there any varieties of sundew that can be maintained in a low light environment? If not, do you know of any other types of small carnivorous plants that can be grown in low light? I really need a plant that consumes flesh.

EDIT: Oh, and I don't really feel like having a terrarium, TBH. I'm not even sure if it's possible without one.

Come gather 'round spags
Wherever you roam
And admit that the shit storm
Around you has grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be stenched to the bone.
If your mind to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better stop grunting'
Or you'll conform like a clone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
And philosopher clowns once again
And keep your goatse wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak to the no0b
Whos hamster wheel's still spin
And there's no tellin' what
He might be blamin'.
For the losers now
Will be tossed in the bin
For the times they are a-changin'.

The senators and congressmen
Can't hear the call
They stand in the doorway
To block up the hall
For he that shits hate
Will be he who is called
To the battle outside ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
Like a punch in the balls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come motherfuckers
Throughout the land
And don't be ignoring
What you don't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are under our command
Your old ways are
Rapidly agin'.
Please GTFO of the new way
If you can't lend some mittens
For the times they are a-changin'.

The map has been torn
C'thulu's been cast
The slow one now
Will never be fast
So he might as well just
Get a kick in the ass
The order/disorder is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first word in the line
Will later be CAPS
For the times they are a-changin'.

[simultaneously consuming each other]

Maybe you've seen/heard of something similar, or have a certain degree of insight as to potential meanings or interpretations.

1) Double Ouroboros - This is the reason I don't do nitrous oxide. The last time I consumed this... weirdness, I figured out the meaning of life. Three times. Then forgot it. Three times. Not cool. Anyhow, after my three "OMG, it all makes perfect sense!" moments, the only thing I could remember about my "visions" was an image similar to the Ouroboros, except it wasn't a snake, it was made out of... energy, or something. And instead of swallowing its own "tail," it seemed that each end, both "head" and "tail," were simultaneously consuming each other. Has anyone seen anything similar to this anywhere?

2) Pentagonal Hexacontehedron - This image came to me in a dream. Running sand through my fingers, I noticed a glass-like grain of sand in the shape of a pentagonal hexacontehedron. With one exception. Instead of being made up of irregular pentagons, each face was a perfect pentagon. Any math spags know if such a shape is even possible?

Made me a sammich yesterday, and encountered something very similar to this:



That was the funniest goddamned sammich I've ever had...

I'm too far out. I didn't even realize my minds lens could zoom out this far. I'm stuck in the macro, and the macro sucks.

"Why" is the zoom out button. I keep pressing it. The image is the answer to "why," and it's not a pretty picture. The answer is "No reason, really. Sorry for the inconvenience." The answer is "Can I ask you a question?" The answer is "April fools! THERE'S NOTHING OF VALUE HERE IN THE MACRO!" It's void. It's chaos.

I see it, at infinite zoom. Life, the universe, and everything. Monkey one popping monkey two in the head with a stone club for his "share" of the pie. Monkey three tells monkeys four and five that he's the motherfucking messiah, and four and five, they say "OK." Then non-monkey A wipes out monkeys one through five, and monkeys six through ten pick up where their predecessors left off. All the while, none of it actually means anything. Not to any non-monkey entity, anyway.

I see the infinite zoom. And it sucks. All life's pleasures and pains seem so trivial and pointless in the macro, at infinite zoom. But I've seen it, and I can't come back down.

It's like, see, life is a photo-mosaic. Each individual picture is a moment, a place, a feeling. Each picture with it's own goods, bads, and in-betweens. In the individual pictures, see, there's meaning. There's feeling. But when you ask "why," you hit the zoom out button, and you begin to see beyond your tile, and you think you can start to see another image forming, so you ask it again. Then again and again. Until, you see the big picture, the picture that is formed by all the self contained goods, bads, and in-betweens. And it's the picture of a middle finger, pointing right in your fucking face.

Here in lies the problem. You, your life and feelings, thoughts and emotions are one tile in the mosaic. If you stay there, things will be good, bad, or in-between., Things have meaning in the individual tiles. But people like you and me, well, we need to know what's beyond the tile. We need to know "why." So you zoom out, and zoom out some more, until you see the magnificent hand of the glorious Eris flipping you the bird. But at that point, it's too late. You've seen it, and it can't be unseen. You can never return from the macro to your individual tile. Sure, you could try, but it will always cross your mind, that big image of that massive middle finger in your face. You can never come back down.

Or can you? I don't know. All I can say for sure, is I haven't been able to.

But, then again, what the hell do I know...

So, I was doing a little bit of thinking about starting a new "religion." This got me curious to see what was required to be recognized as an official "real-honest-to-goodeness" religion by the gov't. Maybe I didn't try hard enough, but I found very little information on how, exactly, to register a religion (anyone with links to this kind of info, plz to be sharing).

Regardless, this thought process lead to me wondering about officially registering Discordianism, which, in turn, lead me to wonder what everyone else thinks of the matter (undoubtedly this topic has been brought up before I was here, at one point or another).

So, out of curiosity, what are your thoughts on registering Discordianism as an "official religion?"

The Paraplegics tonight at the B&B, 1662 Main St., West Warwick, RI. Costume contest with cash prizes, free food and complimentary lolercaust.

Look.

I think you need to work on your interpretation skills. I mean, maybe you have a case of the assburgers or something, but I was FUCKING JOKING when I was talking about building a sexy-lady version of Frankenstien's monster.

I. WAS FUCKING. JOKING.

So, the other day, the mail lady delivers a large styrofoam cooler to my house FULL OF FUCKING BODY PARTS! Seriuosly, Dok. At what point did you think this was okay?!

But here's the REAL problem. I don't have enough space in my freezer for all this stuff, and now it's just rotting in my backyard, stinking up the whole fucking nieghborhood, attracting strays and homeless people. I demand you send someone to clean up this mess immediately.

And, I suggest that, who ever you send, you heavily equip them. Who ever's bits were in the cooler must have been really tasty, the dogs and homeless people get really vicious if any one gets close to the pile.

I expect results by next Teusday, or their will be reprecusions. Please, lets avoid a potential prolonged military occupation of Tuscon by the Principalities (we BOTH know how the Secret Sacred Circle of Elders and Other Really Old People will feel about that). Thanks, and please, be reasonable. I know you're capable of it.

-dimo-

P.S. Was that even fucking human? The bits and peices were still moving after they thawed. STILL FUCKING MOVING! AFTER THREE WEEKS!!

can all be summed up here.

Good day.

That's right. My grades are the point to which all other grades are scaled. And that's sad. Because I'm a dumbass.

I fear for America.

Don't send help.

-dimo-

I'm fed up.

That's not to say that I've eaten well. In fact, it's not to say anything, I'm typing. But, really, I'm getting kind of sick of this shit. Which, in fact, is not to say that I've fallen ill due to exposure to fecal matter, but I digress.

Words suck (not a vaccum). They are approximations. They don't say what you mean, no matter how hard you try to make them. They are obstinate, and there is no disciplining them. They're primitive, and that's not to mention most of the people that use them. It's like trying to unscrew a phillips head screw with a butter knife (The screw isn't made of Phillip's head, and the knife is not made of butter). All you end up doing is stripping the thing out, rendering it useless. We render life meaningless by trying to "unscrew" it with our "butterknife" of a language.

I'm pissed (not drunk, not urination). The more words I read, the more I recognize that I've payed for a picasso, and got a drawing of a stick figure.

What am I trying to say? That's exacty the point (not as on a needle). I think everyone should just shut up. At least for a minute or two. I mean, the most important things are obvious. Life is obvious. Let's just stop. Let's stop trying to explain everything, because everytime we do, we muck it up and misrepresent what was perfectly fine and clearly obvious in the first place (not necesarily geographic). We reduce it to a crude (not oil) cave painting. Then, the simple cave dwellers consider the painting the reality, when, in fact it's a really shitty interpretation of it.

Everything can't be explained. Not in words. So just shut up, already. There's just not enough of them, and if there were, it would end up being such a complex (not apartments) system that it would realy just confuse the whole matter (not physical substance).

I'm done with words. At least for now. They make things seem like something different than they really are. They give people wild notions of reality. They're a tool, and a shitty one, at that. Think about it. If your hammer (not M.C.) only drove (not a car) nails (not on your fingers) a quarter inch into the stud (not male), you'd get a new hammer. What's the point of a tool that can't do its job? And, shit, just like a tool, words are also capable of being used as weapons, but it just seems that, with this particular weapon, people can't help but to turn it on themselves...

But, then again, what the hell do I know?

Where's "Spagbook?"

Just popping in. Been busy. Miss (most of) you guys. Hope I'm not missing anything cool. If so, post link, plz. Thanks in advance. Bai.

And, my first order of business: start trolling my Philosophy of Religion class.

Ask me anything!

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

A real dr.? No offense to all the Doktors here, but I have a medical question, and no insurance, (which means I can't even get next to one long enough to ask a question) and I'd at least like to talk to someone about it.

donm't ask me anythin g...

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And, hell, I may enjoy it a little bit, myself.

http://bumpshack.com/2010/06/29/hustlers-avatar-porn-parody-this-aint-avatar-xxx/

Link is mildly NSFW

Like the topic title sez. GO!

or 

Mainly, because PD doesn't agree with itself and can't stop itself from being a dick.

Having problems? Want to make them worse? Or, is everything ok, but you can't help yourself from making a mess out of everything? Well, Cuddlefish is here to help. Ask me anything, and I'll do my best to give you the absolute worst advice available! Trust me. I do this all the time, and not only am I the TC, I'm also a client!

Define "Love."

One definition (none of this "there are different types of love" stuff)

GO!

Relish

Mayonaise

Jelly

Any combination of the above.

I rest my case.

What motivates you to join/start a project?

Is it a good/fUnny idea that you have?

Is it a good/FuNNy idea that someone you know had?

is it ranmdom happenstance?

What gets you MOVing?!



Similarly, so we know what to avoid when starting projects, what DEmotivates you?

Is it tRollz?

iS it infighting?

iz it confused no0bz?

is it a hangover?

YoU DECidE!?

Hallo! (?)

Who has a Scribd page? I like scribd (if you say it with a short "i" it sounds really funny! Try it!)

If it pleases the boards, I would like to collect everybody's Scribd pages (and similar devices) that have a focus on propaganda, flyers, general discordian reading, etc.. It would be really nice to have all these things in one place, and ConVenIENt, ToO!

So, if it pleases you, leave a link to your Scribd page! And I will edit it into the OP! YeaH!

scribdscribdscribdscribdscribd

Cramulus: http://www.scribd.com/Cramulus

dimo: http://www.scribd.com/dimo1138

Placid Dingo: http://www.scribd.com/Brenton_Magnus_1791

Iason: http://www.scribd.com/jablair51

Cain: http://www.scribd.com/cainaerte

Telarus: http://www.scribd.com/Telarus