Poll
Question:
Do you have FUN on a regular basis?
Option 1: Yes. I'm up for ANY program.
votes: 42
Option 2: No. The world is a terrible place.
votes: 5
Looks like we've gotten another smattering of people who think that what we write means we are all doomsaying depressives who can't see the joy and sparkle of life, and who mope around and sulk.
So: Do you have fun?
I know I do. I have more honest fun than almost anyone I know. I also have a hell of a lot of dishonest fun, as well.
To all the critics, you can kiss my whole asshole; if you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast forward.
[/Jay-Z]
I was trying to think of a witty answer, but I got nothing.
The simple truth is, I have so much fun.
Not to mention, you stare at tits the entire day; which can't be that much of a bad thing, even if you were gay.
The answer is not binary.
Quote from: LMNO on February 08, 2010, 07:16:12 PM
Not to mention, you stare at tits the entire day
Yeah, that helps too.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:18:13 PM
The answer is not binary.
Ok, that's very true. The world is a terrible place,
and I have fun.
WELL
I guess that if I had a clearer idea of the particulars, the who and the what, I'd be able to comment.
AND YES
I spend too much time with my kids to be doing anything aside from total fun
"It's a sad and beautiful world."
Pointing out flaws in a system does not imply that the system is worthless...I have no interest in explaining that in great detail to drones who couldn't figure it out on their own. Suffice it to say that fun is all there is worth doing, and I do a bit more than I probably should.
My answer doesn't fit -- I don't personally have fun on a regular basis, but I hold full responsibility for that, and as such I don't think the world is a terrible place.
Quote from: LMNO on February 08, 2010, 07:16:12 PM
Not to mention, you stare at tits the entire day; which can't be that much of a bad thing, even if you were gay.
:? What do you do Hoopla? And are they downtown and hiring?
Having the fun easily trumps the misery of not.
Quote from: LMNO on February 08, 2010, 07:23:32 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:21:16 PM
fun is all there is worth doing.
memebomb.
I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned. The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb. I have a special word for people like that.
Fun? Hell yes. My most recent weekend was of myriad gentlemanly pleasures. Drinking, shooting, gaming, carousing, fine dining, and bull sessions.
Yet the world is deeply flawed. Physiological misery in the third world, intellectual poverty in the first world, and monkey politics all around.
The world is a terrible place,
I have a lot of fun,
I am not up for any program,
The world is a shockingly beautiful place,
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
Even when I'm not having fun, I'm having fun. Lately, it's hard to miss that for some reason. If the world were a roller coaster (and it is), you can't really help but have fun. Unless you have a weak stomach, and in that case, you just don't realize how much fun vomiting is.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
Quote from: FP on February 08, 2010, 07:22:44 PM
:? What do you do Hoopla? And are they downtown and hiring?
Photoshop porn. And, yes and yes.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:26:13 PM
Quote from: LMNO on February 08, 2010, 07:23:32 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:21:16 PM
fun is all there is worth doing.
memebomb.
I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned. The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb. I have a special word for people like that.
I'm kinda with you on that.
Quote from: vexati0n on February 08, 2010, 07:29:51 PM
Unless you have a weak stomach, and in that case, you just don't realize how much fun vomiting is.
I want this on the newsfeed. :lulz:
Of course, of course, when faced with two choices, the majority of people here will parse it out and decide that there should be (2 + n) choices, where n approaches ∞.
Of course.
Even so, I think my point is understood.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:32:41 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:18:13 PM
The answer is not binary.
Agree'd. Plus there is overlapping areas. F'rinstance, school. It may not be a knock-down, drag-out hootin' hollerin' extravaganza, but learning cool new things is enjoyable.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:26:13 PM
I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned. The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb. I have a special word for people like that.
Agree'd. But this is not binary either.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:41:20 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:32:41 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:41:20 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:32:41 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
So do I. Davidson Canyon on the East side of Tucson, Green Valley on the South end, Star Pass on the West, and Piccacho on the North.
Pictures of Piccacho should be posted on Portland Bridges. It would either increase the suicide rate, or eliminate it altogether.
Quote from: dimo on February 08, 2010, 07:46:15 PMQuote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:26:13 PM
I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned. The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb. I have a special word for people like that.
Agree'd. But this is not binary either.
It is in R-Prime. But a benefit of attacking on all fronts is that you can be an affront to everyone. I'm not quite ready to stop spagging up the memebomb thread yet.
Quote from: vexati0n on February 08, 2010, 07:48:11 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:41:20 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:32:41 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.
Oh, I'm not suicidal, I just sometimes feel like it might be necessary to drive off a bridge.
Or get in my car and drive through the night at 90 miles per hour until I reach the place where the roads are so narrow and bendy that I can't go over 40 and then eventually the trees are bigger than any trees you've ever seen and the lichen hangs down like green stalactites, and then you're on dirt and you have to get out and walk, and you can walk almost forever and there's nobody anywhere and everything is so, so, so beautiful. At the end of the world.
Quote from: vexati0n on February 08, 2010, 07:48:11 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:41:20 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:32:41 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.
Suicide isn't what we're talking about. We're talking about bridges in Portland, which is murder.
Quote from: FP on February 08, 2010, 07:53:58 PM
Quote from: dimo on February 08, 2010, 07:46:15 PMQuote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:26:13 PM
I think memebombs might have been a mistake, at least as far as I am concerned. The world has enough soundbites, and I am no longer interested in grabbing the brains of those who can't be bothered reading more than a blurb. I have a special word for people like that.
Agree'd. But this is not binary either.
It is in R-Prime. But a benefit of attacking on all fronts is that you can be an affront to everyone. I'm not quite ready to stop spagging up the memebomb thread yet.
I feel that a well constructed meme can pack a paragraphs worth of meaning (memeing) in one quick shot, which is good. But, it's incredibly difficult to construct such a perfect meme, and in the end you have one good for every one-hundred bad/mediocre.
The benifit of a longer peice is you have way more wiggle-room and time to speak your piece. The draw back, as was stated above, is that people, in general, today will not take the time to read it (which, incidentally, pisses me off).
I think, really, the best aproach would be to construct a good meme as a sort of head-line to larger piece. That way you can get into the head of anyone who spots it and provide them with further material to chew on.
I have yet to read any of the books on memes, so I'm not sure if the above approach has been elaborated on to any degree, but thinking about it, I think I'm going to give this treatment to a few of my flyers...
I have fun, yeah. But the fun is bookended by laziness and boredom.
I was talking to somebody the other day about the Society of the Spectacle -- about how life is more about the acquisition of images than experiences --
and that's probably what draws me to LARPing. Two days ago at this time, I was on a stealth mission bellycrawling through the snow, delivering emergency supplies to my town guards while the enemy forces patrolled the woods looking for me. It was fucking intense!!
It was SO much more exciting that watching a movie or reading a book. I mean, it was fiction, but I really experienced it.
:fuckmittens:
When I was a kid I had fun within very strict bounds. For the past ten years I've had fun and broken pretty much every boundary I could find. I don't regret it and I don't think the world is a terrible place.
Sometimes people do terrible things, but they're fucking talking monkeys, what can you expect? You can scream at them to change, but that seems as likely to work as screaming at an amoeba to evolve. You can sit in a stew of self-pity, but thats no fun and doesn't fix anything. You can choose to see the world as meaningless, or as broken, or as about to go DOWN THE TUBES... but its just the fucking world and history is full of goddamned motherfuckers that have claimed the world is going down the tubes (and don't I know it after spending 25 years preaching that old song?!). They, so far, have been wrong.
Quote from: Cramulus on February 08, 2010, 08:06:12 PM
I have fun, yeah. But the fun is bookended by laziness and boredom.
I was talking to somebody the other day about the Society of the Spectacle -- about how life is more about the acquisition of images than experiences --
and that's probably what draws me to LARPing. Two days ago at this time, I was on a stealth mission bellycrawling through the snow, delivering emergency supplies to my town guards while the enemy forces patrolled the woods looking for me. It was fucking intense!!
It was SO much more exciting that watching a movie or reading a book. I mean, it was fiction, but I really experienced it.
True enough. I have had some very intense experiences while playing in a Larp or in the SCA... charging through the woods and crossing steel with the enemy is a far better rush than watching the Princess Bride ;-)
Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.
Quote from: Ratatosk on February 08, 2010, 08:19:53 PM
Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.
This is the essence of Slack: Enjoying the ride.
Quote from: Cramulus on February 08, 2010, 08:06:12 PM
I have fun, yeah. But the fun is bookended by laziness and boredom.
I was talking to somebody the other day about the Society of the Spectacle -- about how life is more about the acquisition of images than experiences --
and that's probably what draws me to LARPing. Two days ago at this time, I was on a stealth mission bellycrawling through the snow, delivering emergency supplies to my town guards while the enemy forces patrolled the woods looking for me. It was fucking intense!!
It was SO much more exciting that watching a movie or reading a book. I mean, it was fiction, but I really experienced it.
THIS
Is hilarious and worth knowing more about. If this were an ongoing blog, it'd be the only one I'd be willing to read AND I'd subscribe to it
I CAN'T
help re-reading the O.P. and finding it to be on one hand, too vague, which may be why it has lead to suicide and murder.
BUT ALSO
The O.P. is a mountain of irony. Why, is the selleck waterfall sandwich, for instance, NOT the biggest thing since sliced bread?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 08:03:43 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 08, 2010, 07:48:11 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:41:20 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:32:41 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.
Suicide isn't what we're talking about. We're talking about bridges in Portland, which is murder.
Damn straight. You have to really watch those bastards, or they'll GET you.
So, yesterday I had fun going to my second favorite place in Portland. This time, though, I didn't go inside... I went down to Oaks Bottom and walked below the mausoleum on the outside. I don't know which I like better. In its grey concrete state of semi-decay, looming over the wildlife preserve with the sunlight in glancing slices through the alders and cottonwoods, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I walked up the slope on steps made of pieces of railroad ties set into the dirt and could see, through one of the ground-level windows, the crypts with a view. I wonder if they paid more for those crypts.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 08:20:40 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on February 08, 2010, 08:19:53 PM
Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.
This is the essence of Slack: Enjoying the ride.
100% TROOF
Quote from: Ratatosk on February 08, 2010, 08:24:21 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 08:20:40 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on February 08, 2010, 08:19:53 PM
Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.
This is the essence of Slack: Enjoying the ride.
100% TROOF
"Don't just eat a hamburger, eat the
hell out of it!"
Quote from: Hoopla on February 08, 2010, 08:25:55 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on February 08, 2010, 08:24:21 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 08:20:40 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on February 08, 2010, 08:19:53 PM
Enjoying life, to me, seems to be the only reason to exist.
This is the essence of Slack: Enjoying the ride.
100% TROOF
"Don't just eat a hamburger, eat the hell out of it!"
Precisely...and don't just have sex,
knock the bottom out of that shit or
snap it the fuck off, depending on the gender of your partner.
There is no excuse for
kinda doing
anything.
TO THE WALL, DOKTOR HOWL. GOT TO TAKE IT ALL THE WAY TO THE WALL.
only thing i could think of is how much fun i really have.....
metric tons
Life may not be perfect, but its no exuse to get upset about it .. I figure as long as you have people in life, what more do you need?
Through the screams of agony,
they kneel before their saviour.
But I just laugh, saying
Shut the hell up.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 08:23:04 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 08:03:43 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 08, 2010, 07:48:11 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:41:20 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 07:32:41 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.
Suicide isn't what we're talking about. We're talking about bridges in Portland, which is murder.
Damn straight. You have to really watch those bastards, or they'll GET you.
So, yesterday I had fun going to my second favorite place in Portland. This time, though, I didn't go inside... I went down to Oaks Bottom and walked below the mausoleum on the outside. I don't know which I like better. In its grey concrete state of semi-decay, looming over the wildlife preserve with the sunlight in glancing slices through the alders and cottonwoods, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I walked up the slope on steps made of pieces of railroad ties set into the dirt and could see, through one of the ground-level windows, the crypts with a view. I wonder if they paid more for those crypts.
It's good to see writing like this again. I had a very vivid mental picture of that.
Fun is an every day thing for me. Yes I get bored, depressed, and lonely (being a single mom isn't the most social of things, you know), but I still have fun. Today I put mint mouthwash in my Scooba robot just to see what would happen (the house smelled faintly of mint - big surprise there :P), amazed a cable repair guy by my pseudo-knowledge of computers (he actually believed I knew what I was talking about), and went shopping (bought chocolate bubble bath) and ended up sitting in the taxi chatting to the taxi driver for 20 minutes after I got back home. :P Going to try the bubble bath tomorrow. I swear...if I don't come out smelling like a chocolate factory, I'm going to be pissed off. :3
This thread has made me realize that I don't have nearly as much fun as I need to. Time to find a hobby.
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Its missing a bit :(
I'm more concerned about the '2' in there. Also, too much alternation to be random.
Maybe its just 7 bit ASCII .. Never really seen it before :(
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 09:13:48 PM
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 08:23:04 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 08, 2010, 08:03:43 PM
Quote from: vexati0n on February 08, 2010, 07:48:11 PM
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Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 08, 2010, 07:27:27 PM
Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.
And miss all the cheap laughs?
You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear. They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.
Best to have fun, instead.
They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.
But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.
I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.
Suicide isn't what we're talking about. We're talking about bridges in Portland, which is murder.
Damn straight. You have to really watch those bastards, or they'll GET you.
So, yesterday I had fun going to my second favorite place in Portland. This time, though, I didn't go inside... I went down to Oaks Bottom and walked below the mausoleum on the outside. I don't know which I like better. In its grey concrete state of semi-decay, looming over the wildlife preserve with the sunlight in glancing slices through the alders and cottonwoods, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I walked up the slope on steps made of pieces of railroad ties set into the dirt and could see, through one of the ground-level windows, the crypts with a view. I wonder if they paid more for those crypts.
It's good to see writing like this again. I had a very vivid mental picture of that.
Heh, thanks! Maybe I'll start posting a journal.
Quote from: FP on February 08, 2010, 10:08:13 PM
I'm more concerned about the '2' in there.
Which makes my answer ... not ... ?
:lulz: (in lieu of a hat-doffing emote)
(http://kenyonreview.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/boy-hands.jpg)
Because someone was bound to eventually.
:mrgreen: I like.
I am entirely too social not to have fun. That, and I am easily entertained.
The world is a terrible place, in part, because I have fun :evil:
The world is a terribly wonderful place.
Everything I ever do is fun, if it stops being fun I just have to slap myself to remind myself that I AM HAVING FUN, GODDAMMIT.
Every plan I make and every intention that I carry are geared towards maximizing MY enjoyment of the world. Some people call that self-centered, magalomaniacal, or narcissistic. I call it a necessary abandonment of outwardly-imposed "higher ideals".
I am not only up for ANY program, but I find that most programs don't go as far into the screaming void as I'd like them to and so I create my OWN programs and invite/trick/force other people into joining my program as I see fit.
Most of the people that have known me for a long time think I am dangerous and possibly unstable and would not want me dating their sister, yet I am the single most demanded presence at parties amongst my peer group and if you have an extra ticket to "insert event here" than I am ALWAYS the first guy you call and ask to go.
I have a handful of real best friends, most of whom I have known for 15 years or longer, who are cut from similar cloth and whose exploits are similarly both legendary and reviled. We have had to scatter ourselves around the world because anytime two of us end up in the same place at the same time, it's like an IRL version of Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man. The last time I was hanging out with one of them, I committed two honest-to-god acts of nautical piracy on the high seas and one of our sidekicks was kidnapped by a pack of coked-up dilettantes with a stolen catamaran and taken to South America against his will. If he was a worthwhile sidekick, he will have thought it was the time of his life (I never saw or heard from him again, but I suspect that's exactly because of how well we instilled that sense of "fun at all costs, nothing is too far" in him).
In short, my entire life is absolutely glorious, even the shittiest parts, and as easy as it is for me to ACT otherwise, I couldn't BE any other way if I tried.
And I don't want to try. I fucking love this world, and my place in it. Anyone who thinks I'm a pessimist or a doomsayer has sorely missed the point.
:lulz: To the wall, ECH. All the way. Love it.
Speaking of which, me and EOT went back to the mausoleum today, and explored the exterior a little more. Next time, I'm taking a camera, because it was completely fabulous. There was even an unidentifiable animal corpse rotting in a pile of ancient construction debris.
I have spent most of my life avoiding anything that resembled fun, anything that looked remotely unsafe or untamed. I still don't have as much fun as I feel I ought to (though, this is mostly due my prolonged case of the babies), but I have recently, mostly through things I have learned through THIS VERY WEBSITE, made a concerted effort to have more fun.
This place has gotten the wheel moving to help me propel myself into RISKY situations and areas I would have avoided in the past to due the potential for conflict.
I have, more or less, made and art of being free of opinions and external reactions, and have tried to make myself as invisible as possible.
I now seek to DESTROY these tendencies as ruthlessly as possible.
SO THANK YOU PD.COM FOR HELPING ME SEE THE SCREECHING LIGHT.
I have fun most days. I get the depression swings (always have) and everything seems hopeless corrupted and horrible, but even those are getting easier to get through because I know it lifts after two or three days.
Even on the hard days I make sure to treat myself to something fun, even if its just 10 minutes drawing in my note pad while on a 12 hour shift.
*prayer position*
Thank the Chaos as it always brings understanding
I like laughing and having fun.
It's the only thing that keeps me from shooting everyone in my office, I mean, .......
no I meant that.
Quote from: Calamity Nigel on February 10, 2010, 12:48:49 AM
Speaking of which, me and EOT went back to the mausoleum today, and explored the exterior a little more. Next time, I'm taking a camera, because it was completely fabulous. There was even an unidentifiable animal corpse rotting in a pile of ancient construction debris.
That's so cool that you have abandoned places like that around. We have a (recently) abandoned hospital up in the hilly part of town, which I've walked up to a few times. I've never been actually inside, on account of trespassing and all, but the place is sort of nice and quiet. It's going to be demolished for housing.