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You're allowed to be arrogant only if you're competent, and one of the most important markers of competence is ability to recognize your mistakes, admit them, and correct them.  Unsurprisingly, this makes arrogance and competence a rare combination.

When was the last time you saw someone screw up spectacularly, own their mistake with grace and confidence, and keep on going?  It probably wasn't in politics.

My thinking is that "being right now" is far more important than "never being wrong".  So, if your idea is better than mine, I will demonstrate my superiority by stealing it, and then loudly giving you credit for it.

The best way to be

Many individuals seem to think that if they made a mistake they have to wrap their mistakes up in their identity. They begin to identify their mistakes as their flaws, and then they identify with those flaws in turn. They are afraid of losing a part of themselves by acknowledging they are fallible people. When you put a lot of time and money into knowing things, you begin to see the things you learned as immovable objects instead of making sure your hunger for knowledge is an unstoppable force. Or some other cheesy statement like that.

People in science fields are prone to this because they'd like to believe our understanding of reality and of our own existence within it is something we can pin down to computer generated atom counts and offer to our lady of perpetual flow charts. But I don't think legal professionals have as hard of a time understanding that their line of work is still a practice. Law doesn't usually fall into that same category of meticulous ass blowery because the individuals involved usually exclusively get through law school on free food, perserverence and hatred. Law students taking the flying leap off of asshole mountain when they begin to view their work as boundaries to test. It stops being about proper litigation and turns into a test of will. No one goes to law school if they dislike arguement, and lawyers get pedantic as fuck about debate when they start to become bored with their profession.

Also, the funny law facts do rot the brain a bit. It's frankly unavoidable.

I really like your art style. It feels almost like stained glass with the way the linework is done, but the textural difference is really visually appealing and simplistic. You have a very pleasant body of work! (At least insofar as I've seen)

(in which i place my ramblings on the table to be immediately eviscerated)

Ramblings the First

In the dead of night, ran Willow
Sprightly and hard to burn
As he dashed fast down the river road
Racing the water as it churned

Running past so many kingly estates
He met his mother at the fork
His breath abated by the cold
And the panic of her torch

Oh, son of mine, you'll run forever
How can you fear those who do not look
A fire burns in your tiny heart
Settling into the weak comfort of a ribbing nook

And she gestured at the cart
With oxen at the helm
And they pulled poor Willow into the night
Through rows and rows of elm

Beyond the gates, stood time itself
And apprenticeships with benefits
But he felt his father in every strike
As he became his own blacksmith

Sharper, sharper, oh destitute soul
You wither yourself in becoming steel
My son, your hurt defined you then
But that doesn't make it real

And he stood at the banks of the river,
And looked upstream as far as he could
To the land to which he had promised return
Knowing he never would

And his eyes ached with the effort
Of the tears he couldn't cry
With the knowledge that he'd been here miserable
As thousands of years went by

Tell me mother, you of the green
Who follows me wherever I go
Did you know your son was unfinished business
When you set him loose on the road

Tell me father, who burned the brush
Where you found me as a child
When I was not burned by your efforts
Did you know that I was wild

I have lived in these cities away from you
While the stars have countless gone around
A world where I knew that my hardships were secret
And that I should have put that damn torch out

Then I have already met the nothing, and it holds no more fear for me. When I am plucked from this filthy abhorent ladder-rail of a chronology, as I inevitably will be, please mix my ashes into a smoothie and market my remains as activated charcoal. I promise you, the remnants of my emancipation will be satisfactory, and the VSKO girls will rejoice in their taste.

I don't live close to the Tucson Total Exclusion Zone, though I do travel there on occasion. Are the effects of blood consumption long-lasting, or will my travels into the Tucson Abyss cause issues if there is residual blood still in my system? I may finish out my degree at UofA and I'd hate to cause temporal misalignment due to premature blood consumption.

I am unsure if there is a blood minister in my area. Blood is notoriously difficult to store in the Arizona heat. Unless you cook it or freeze it... but at that point, I feel it's cheating. Can one get it fresh from the nouveau riche, or must it be allocated through official channels?

My psychiatrist had suggested I drink milk for my vitamin D intake as opposed to staying in the abusive relationship I had with sun worship. Does blood have the same effect or will I find myself careening into co-dependency again?

Behold, a link to a google drive folder that contains what will inevitably be the full collection of my poetry. I've contained it all politely in the name of brevity. Hopefully, the quatrain format I write in doesn't bore my more open-versed friends and contemporaries.

https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=13lQMJLLQDXE8Ovw7oUmE2bN9RxooxJRF

Anyone exposed to "funny legal facts" needs to be confined for up to one week to make sure they aren't showing symptoms.

I thought you meant the existential dread. I was afraid I would have to act like I was in church and my depressive episodes were possession again.

Fret ye not! I'm immune to Funny Legal Facts Syndrome. I don't find laws funny, I find them wonderfully exploitable. At least, when they aren't benefitting the bourgeoisie. Then it's just tragic, and I have to drink copious amounts of milk to overcome my sorrow.

I observe the prohibition in general, but cave in to temptation every time I get an opportunity to eat a hot dog, so I can feel guilty about it afterwards.  People who were raised Catholic need the guilt in order to metabolize anything trickier than a simple sugar.

As a former Catholic I can verify such statements. However, I feel the need to add that all things do require a certain amount of balance in order to be satiated. While I typically avoid such feelings, upon certain occasions where I wish to be complacent, I will eat a microwaved hotdog on Friday. Just the frank, perhaps with mustard but never a bun.

I'm pretty sure it isn't contagious. Or... if it is, I have some explaining to do to my boyfriend. I may have to see a doctor about that.

Hmm. You seem fine. Stick around, say something once in awhile. Something about your writing style tells me you have the right mental damage to keep up, and I like to have new faces around.

Pool's on the roof; don't buy any cults from Cramulus, medical procedures from Dok, or drinks from LMNO. I don't think I missed anything there, but if I did I'm sure it will be fine and no one will end up in existential dread until the end of time.

Thank you for your kind words.

Also, existential dread is my mental damage. How else could I survive Law School?

I'm not sure if this is entirely where this ought to go, but if this affects crude oil in the long-term, could that potentially put us back where we were with gas prices at the end of the 00s? Hell knows the last thing we need is anything else contributing to a repeat of the 2008-2010 debacle. I was pretty young for that and I remember how shitty it was.

I tried very hard to have an original thought in introducing myself, but found the effort taxing. In any case, my proper name is Felix. I stumbled upon Discordianism when I was... 16? I think? I was caught up in the typical high school attempts to be interesting and stumbled into an unrelated cult, but in researching things for that unfortunate project I found the PD and determined I liked it a lot.

I'm a Greek Polytheist proper, but I'm kind of... bad at it? I make pretty good honey cakes though, if the occasion calls for it. I smeared spaghetti sauce on my face once as an offering.

I've been lurking on the board for a while, and may continue to just do that. I figured if I was gonna be here, you might as well know who it was sniffing their way through your political commentary and ideological drubbings. It only took me so long because I'm an idiot and didn't realize the aforementioned rules were listed delicately within the registration agreement.

I'm not sure I'm clever enough to overcome my intimidation, but understand nothing in this world makes me laugh as hard as this forum. Thanks.