What's the matter, Bunky? You say life landed on you like a ton of bricks? When didn't it? You say you left your Slack™ in the bottom of a long neck bottle in some scummy bar, and that fiendish bar back took it away while you weren't looking? You say you wanted to go fuck with someone, but someone had to mind the fort?
Too tired, too lazy, too busy blearily hitting the refresh button and the "read new posts" button to say howdy? Boy, it's a good thing this hasn't turned into another form of television, right? Ho ho! At least THAT can't happen here!
It seems The Spider IS everywhere, because we brought him, because like I said before, The Spider isn't some faceless corporation, the fucking Spider is in your head. And because he's in your head, he's everywhere, and he's even turned Discordianism into a reason to become mostly comatose. I'll respond to that when I can think of something to say. I'll start my diet tomorrow. It's all hopeless anyway, so why get excited right this minute?
What's that you say? You're busy? Not too busy to BE here, but too busy to say anything, to write anything, to make a fucker laugh until his guts bleed, just for the hell of it. Where have all the cheap yuks gone? Was it finally actually too much? Too much Slack™, too much Horrormirth, too much bad signal on the TV. Too many crooked politicians, the game is rigged, the fix is in, why bother?
Forgive me if I lose my shit here, but THIS IS WHAT DISCORDIANISM IS ALL ABOUT! Just as the first amendment exists to protect unpopular speech (popular speech doesn't need protecting), Discordianism is all about getting our cheap laughs in when things get bad! ANY DAMN FOOL can laugh when things are merely funny! It takes a special kind of idiot to giggle when the flood waters reach your bottom lip. I am that kind of idiot, and I hope YOU are, too.
But tell Dirty Old Uncle Howl all about the reasons you can sit "viewing" all day, with nothing to say. Tell me why, tell me your stories of woe, and I shall hold your hand and dry your tears. Tell me all about how they've sewn your mouth shut, how You Must Shit And Have No Ass. Tell me also how you've become too discouraged to give a shit, how they finally shoved your face into the mud and you're just too weary to lift it back out, and anyway this mud isn't too bad, is it?
Well, I have news for you, kiddos...That's the same mud that everyone else is slurping up, and it isn't mud. You are partaking of the shit sandwich that the rest of Western civilization has learned to love, and boy howdy, aren't you glad you aren't like them? Aren't you glad that it's temporary in your case, that you're just resting for a few days or months or years until you get your breath back?
Shut the fuck up. EVERYONE says that. Who do you think the yahoos are? What do you think THEY say? "I'll be rich one day, I just know it. But not today, because I have to wax my toes." They say this, because the only happiness THEY understand comes on little green rectangular paper once every two weeks. They're saying THE SAME THING you're saying, only they're using a different brass ring.
SAY SOMETHING! Prove to yourself that you're really there, that you are still YOU. Rant your fucking guts up. Do it NOW. It's not just entertaining, it's also the easiest way to STAY YOU. You aren't ranting to me, you're ranting at the endless pile of horseshit and electronic toys that they're trying to smother you in!
Or not. You could just read this, and chuckle to yourself about what an excitable type that Dok is, how he's always bitching about something. Then you can go back to the riveting activity of "viewing" a forum or a post or your navel, while you're supposed to be working. If you respond to this, if you can even break your lassitude long enough to do that, be sure to include your excuse for why your face is missing, why you have that Goddamn feeding tube where your mouth used to be...And rest assured, I will read it and absolve you of your lack of sins.
Because I'm a nice guy that way.
Okay for whenever,
Dok
I'm kicking it in 360 degrees at once
I post here when I have something to say
Quote from: Cramulus on September 12, 2011, 07:20:39 PM
I'm kicking it in 360 degrees at once
I post here when I have something to say
As I mentioned to Agent Garbo, smart people tend to keep the noise/signal ratio low. This means that most of the signal in the world is generated by stupid people. This can have negative consequences.
Ah, damn. Thought you wouldn't notice. Everything you're saying is right, of course. If you have time to look at the screen, you have time to type out some clever thought.
Unless you don't have clever thoughts. But even that's a poor excuse. Sometimes, I think the difference between "good" fluff and "bad" fluff is the amount of thought that goes into it. And I have to be honest, a lot of what I've been posting on here lately is knee-jerk, instinctive pabulum. Any wit shown has generally been recycled from other places. Not too much effort has been put into it.
And sure, I could make excuses. I've been given all the responsibilities of being a manager without being given the time or money to do it right; my dad died; I'm now in two bands IRL; I have to write dad's eulogy; Mrs LMNO and I are going on vacation; I'm drunk; I haven't had a good idea since 30 Days of Eris.
But I know all of that is bullshit. It's inertia, plain and simple. If you stop doing it, you stop doing it. I used to get up at 5:00am just in order to have some time where nothing else is required of me so I can work on my music. Now, I hit the snooze button. I used to write furiously in 10-minute spurts when I got the chance at work, in order to finish off the narration for the day's round of Spiders, or to piggyback on the Nessie thread, or to drill down on an aspect of the BIP or Chao te Ching. Now, I just hope Cain or Howl or Kai or anyone else will post something interesting, so I can pass the time reading it and clicking the Mittens emote.
F=ma, but a=F/m, and right now, I'm just not moving forward. And I only need to look in the mirror to see who's to blame.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 12, 2011, 07:22:39 PM
Ah, damn. Thought you wouldn't notice. Everything you're saying is right, of course. If you have time to look at the screen, you have time to type out some clever thought.
Unless you don't have clever thoughts. But even that's a poor excuse. Sometimes, I think the difference between "good" fluff and "bad" fluff is the amount of thought that goes into it. And I have to be honest, a lot of what I've been posting on here lately is knee-jerk, instinctive pabulum. Any wit shown has generally been recycled from other places. Not too much effort has been put into it.
And sure, I could make excuses. I've been given all the responsibilities of being a manager without being given the time or money to do it right; my dad died; I'm now in two bands IRL; I have to write dad's eulogy; Mrs LMNO and I are going on vacation; I'm drunk; I haven't had a good idea since 30 Days of Eris.
But I know all of that is bullshit. It's inertia, plain and simple. If you stop doing it, you stop doing it. I used to get up at 5:00am just in order to have some time where nothing else is required of me so I can work on my music. Now, I hit the snooze button. I used to write furiously in 10-minute spurts when I got the chance at work, in order to finish off the narration for the day's round of Spiders, or to piggyback on the Nessie thread, or to drill down on an aspect of the BIP or Chao te Ching. Now, I just hope Cain or Howl or Kai or anyone else will post something interesting, so I can pass the time reading it and clicking the Mittens emote.
F=ma, but a=F/m, and right now, I'm just not moving forward. And I only need to look in the mirror to see who's to blame.
Ah. Well, fortunately, the Doktor is IN.
By the time I wrote the above piece, I was basically not giving a shit about this board, Discordianism, or anything else other than how insanely bored I have become. Caught myself at it, and wrote the above.
Remember what we used to say about writing? That you learn to write by writing, and that the best way to keep writing is to, well, write? Speaking only for myself, I'm really not that interested in the latest outrageous news link, or the next Worst Video Ever. I can get that ANYWHERE. What I'm interested in is reading the thoughts of the smartest group of jackasses I've ever found on the internet, ESPECIALLY when they have to force it.
WOMP is all about Wrath™, and quality means nothing. Likewise, I'm here - the only reason I'm here - is to read what you brainiacs have to say, and I'm not terribly worried if what you have to say isn't polished like a fucking diamond.
Spend a day, find something weird (even if the weirdness is just how banal it is), and write it. Not everything is War & Peace, and not everyone is the next F Scott Fitzgerald, but that's not what ranting is about. Ranting is about reminding
yourself that you possess thumbs.
Yeah. I think I'm going to resolve to post a thought, a rant, or something that took more than five minutes to come up with every day* for as long as I can keep it up. That includes when I'm on vacation (this week, I'll be in NY for dad's memorial from Thursday to Tuesday), though those might be confined to the best I can do on my iPhone.
If I'm clogged, I'm gonna be jamming my own finger up my ass. You can keep your hands clean, thanks.
*Or every work day. Heh. Slipping already.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 12, 2011, 07:34:07 PM
If I'm clogged, I'm gonna be jamming my own finger up my ass. You can keep your hands clean, thanks.
I've been using my head. :)
I need to stomp on the "wow, what I wrote is utter shit, delete that before someone SEES it" reflex.
Quote from: Luna on September 12, 2011, 08:01:06 PM
I need to stomp on the "wow, what I wrote is utter shit, delete that before someone SEES it" reflex.
YES.
You don't rant til your guts bleed in search of perfection.
I'm too busy with my career too rant.
Though I appreciate the amount of effort and down time to create this story.
Thank you.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 08:14:26 PM
Quote from: Luna on September 12, 2011, 08:01:06 PM
I need to stomp on the "wow, what I wrote is utter shit, delete that before someone SEES it" reflex.
YES.
You don't rant til your guts bleed in search of perfection.
Got a little something in my head, I will see about spitting it out tonight, once I beat it into something like a recognizable shape.
Some of it, for me, is that tossing up what bits I can do is fucking intimidating once I read what the "big boys" can do. Something else I need to get over.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 06:58:24 PM
Too tired, too lazy, too busy blearily hitting the refresh button and the "read new posts" button to say howdy? Boy, it's a good thing this hasn't turned into another form of television, right? Ho ho! At least THAT can't happen here!
Damn, that was a nasty wake up call. Just what I needed.
Time to find the Slack.
Thanks, Dok!
(Lurked here for ages, probably posted once or twice)
Quote from: Luna on September 12, 2011, 08:29:18 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 08:14:26 PM
Quote from: Luna on September 12, 2011, 08:01:06 PM
I need to stomp on the "wow, what I wrote is utter shit, delete that before someone SEES it" reflex.
YES.
You don't rant til your guts bleed in search of perfection.
Got a little something in my head, I will see about spitting it out tonight, once I beat it into something like a recognizable shape.
Some of it, for me, is that tossing up what bits I can do is fucking intimidating once I read what the "big boys" can do. Something else I need to get over.
It's like not going to the gym because you're out of shape, and the muscleheads make you feel dumpy.
They had to start once, too, right?
Dok,
The anabolic steroid junkie of PD.
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Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 06:58:24 PM
Too tired, too lazy, too busy blearily hitting the refresh button and the "read new posts" button to say howdy? Boy, it's a good thing this hasn't turned into another form of television, right? Ho ho! At least THAT can't happen here!
Damn, that was a nasty wake up call. Just what I needed.
Time to find the Slack.
Thanks, Dok!
(Lurked here for ages, probably posted once or twice)
And it isn't just writing. Podcast. WOMP. Whatever...Just let the WRATH loose, before it turns your brain into oatmeal.
I will continue to read and watch forums without posting much, thank you very much.
My opinions I tend to keep to myself. They are generally not of the popular opinion, therefore I would probably get torn to pieces for them. I tend to try and avoid that type of thing.
Parts of this post has been backspaced and the whole thing close to not even being posted at least 20 times. And I just know I'm gonna regret it.
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
I will continue to read and watch forums without posting much, thank you very much.
My opinions I tend to keep to myself. They are generally not of the popular opinion, therefore I would probably get torn to pieces for them. I tend to try and avoid that type of thing.
Why? :?
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
Parts of this post has been backspaced and the whole thing close to not even being posted at least 20 times. And I just know I'm gonna regret it.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We MIGHT give you a ration of shit, but at least we won't arrest you.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 08:40:10 PM
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
I will continue to read and watch forums without posting much, thank you very much.
My opinions I tend to keep to myself. They are generally not of the popular opinion, therefore I would probably get torn to pieces for them. I tend to try and avoid that type of thing.
Why? :?
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
Parts of this post has been backspaced and the whole thing close to not even being posted at least 20 times. And I just know I'm gonna regret it.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We MIGHT give you a ration of shit, but at least we won't arrest you.
Because I've seen how y'all handle people that you don't agree with. I just can't handle that shit when directed at me.
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:54:23 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 08:40:10 PM
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
I will continue to read and watch forums without posting much, thank you very much.
My opinions I tend to keep to myself. They are generally not of the popular opinion, therefore I would probably get torn to pieces for them. I tend to try and avoid that type of thing.
Why? :?
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
Parts of this post has been backspaced and the whole thing close to not even being posted at least 20 times. And I just know I'm gonna regret it.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We MIGHT give you a ration of shit, but at least we won't arrest you.
Because I've seen how y'all handle people that you don't agree with. I just can't handle that shit when directed at me.
Depends. We ARE rather vocal in challenging peoples' opinions, but that's the whole point of a conversation, isn't it?
The people who REALLY get pooped on are the people that come in DEMANDING it.
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:54:23 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 08:40:10 PM
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
I will continue to read and watch forums without posting much, thank you very much.
My opinions I tend to keep to myself. They are generally not of the popular opinion, therefore I would probably get torn to pieces for them. I tend to try and avoid that type of thing.
Why? :?
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
Parts of this post has been backspaced and the whole thing close to not even being posted at least 20 times. And I just know I'm gonna regret it.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We MIGHT give you a ration of shit, but at least we won't arrest you.
Because I've seen how y'all handle people that you don't agree with. I just can't handle that shit when directed at me.
If everyone in the world agreed on everything, there'd only be one flavor of ice cream. Fuck THAT noise. I can't speak for anybody but me, but if you have an opinion that differs from mine and can defend it with anything other than "because GAWD sez so," I want to hear it. Prove me wrong, sometime. How is anybody supposed to learn anything if their opinions aren't challenged?
I'm on my way out the door now, but I'll be in this thread later.
You've got a good sense for when it's the right time to kick the board in the arse, Howl.
Quote from: Luna on September 12, 2011, 09:00:18 PM
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:54:23 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 08:40:10 PM
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
I will continue to read and watch forums without posting much, thank you very much.
My opinions I tend to keep to myself. They are generally not of the popular opinion, therefore I would probably get torn to pieces for them. I tend to try and avoid that type of thing.
Why? :?
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
Parts of this post has been backspaced and the whole thing close to not even being posted at least 20 times. And I just know I'm gonna regret it.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We MIGHT give you a ration of shit, but at least we won't arrest you.
Because I've seen how y'all handle people that you don't agree with. I just can't handle that shit when directed at me.
If everyone in the world agreed on everything, there'd only be one flavor of ice cream. Fuck THAT noise. I can't speak for anybody but me, but if you have an opinion that differs from mine and can defend it with anything other than "because GAWD sez so," I want to hear it. Prove me wrong, sometime. How is anybody supposed to learn anything if their opinions aren't challenged?
Ah, see that is the problem with me. I can't prove any of my opinions (which if it can be proven, then isn't it fact or something and not opinion anymore?). I don't think "because GAWD sez so", as you put it, but most times all I can say is that is how I feel.
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 09:04:19 PM
Quote from: Luna on September 12, 2011, 09:00:18 PM
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:54:23 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 08:40:10 PM
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
I will continue to read and watch forums without posting much, thank you very much.
My opinions I tend to keep to myself. They are generally not of the popular opinion, therefore I would probably get torn to pieces for them. I tend to try and avoid that type of thing.
Why? :?
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 08:37:58 PM
Parts of this post has been backspaced and the whole thing close to not even being posted at least 20 times. And I just know I'm gonna regret it.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We MIGHT give you a ration of shit, but at least we won't arrest you.
Because I've seen how y'all handle people that you don't agree with. I just can't handle that shit when directed at me.
If everyone in the world agreed on everything, there'd only be one flavor of ice cream. Fuck THAT noise. I can't speak for anybody but me, but if you have an opinion that differs from mine and can defend it with anything other than "because GAWD sez so," I want to hear it. Prove me wrong, sometime. How is anybody supposed to learn anything if their opinions aren't challenged?
Ah, see that is the problem with me. I can't prove any of my opinions (which if it can be proven, then isn't it fact or something and not opinion anymore?). I don't think "because GAWD sez so", as you put it, but most times all I can say is that is how I feel.
On the other hand, if you never defend the basis of your opinions, you're indulging in memetic false consciousness.
And what if there is no basis for your opinions that you can find?
Indeed, it's important to have your opinions challenged so that you can learn WHY you think what you think. If it leads to a ration of shit, well, in the end it's just the internet and you can turn it off and go outside. But at least you'll have developed a clearer insight into the inner workings of your own head, after which you can make an informed choice about whether and how to use that insight.
Otherwise, you might as well just be a human mimeograph machine.
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 09:09:25 PM
And what if there is no basis for your opinions that you can find?
Then presenting them for dissection might allow other people to find that basis, or it might allow you to revise your opinions. but blindly clinging to them just because they're YOUR opinions isn't doing anyone any good, least of all yourself.
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 09:09:25 PM
And what if there is no basis for your opinions that you can find?
Then odds are, they aren't actually
your opinions. We live in a society that has perfected propaganda and marketing. Every single day, we are bombarded with messages telling us what to think. It's inevitable that we'll soak some of that up...And that's really a good chunk of what makes PD valuable.
Quote from: Sita on September 12, 2011, 09:09:25 PM
And what if there is no basis for your opinions that you can find?
ECH and Dok beat me to it, but posting anyway.
If you need help finding the basis, let other people kick them around to find the roots.
The trick is to remember that challenging your beliefs isn't attacking you... and that if you put something out there to be challenged, admitting, after discussion and consideration, that you have changed your mind isn't a form of defeat. It's an epic win.
forcing it:
Yeah I'm there, in the cess pit of inertia. I can't remember the last time I did anything worth a fuck or drew anything cool, been spending my time reading shit here and tracing over shitty photographs just so I can say I'm doing something, just to stop myself shutting down entirely. Excuses? I got them by the bucketload - Work is busy as fuck, I'm tired, I been out a lot, a lot of the time I'm too drunk to see but the truth is it's all just excuses. I've forgotten who I am. I've forgotten what I do. Boredom has set into my boring mind. Next week I'm going kayaking and wild camping. Yeah, that's right, in Scotland, in fucking September! If I don't come back pissed off enough to spew fiery rage over everything that gets in my way then I really am a lost cause.
I needed to read this.
For the longest time, I've been feeling sorry for myself. Pretty stupid when I step back, and look at how incredibly lucky I am to have that luxury.
But it has been keeping me down. I read the stuff here as it comes up, and I feel stupid. I convince myself that I don't have anything worth adding to the conversation; someone else will say it better.
I have to get ready for bed. Exhausted after beating the hell out of my friends tonight, and I need to be up in a little over eight hours. But starting tomorrow (haha, excuses excuses...) I'm going to stop convincing myself nobody wants to hear what I've got to say.
Thanks, Dok.
I'm going to tell you about why I don't write much. It may sound like an excuse, but it's more about my perspective on communication, and why it works for me.
When thoughts are put into written words, especially for an audience I admire, I find my brain putting more stock in their worth regardless of merit. It's as though my brain observes the written expression and decides that's what I really think. After all, I wrote it and presented it didn't I? I put in all that work to make it understandable and coherent, therefore it must have been worth it.
The primate ego also gets aroused by the social factor, which urges one to stick with previously stated positions -- you don't want to be seen as wishy-washy, indecisive, equivocal. But in actuality, that does characterize most of my thought as I'm almost pathologically skeptical. RWHN has always used that saying, "Conclusions are merely where you stopped thinking," and I've taken that to heart a long time ago. In fact, it's probably partially blocking an artery at this point.
There's a certain intertia that written words develop that I find burdensome and socially mediated. My full screenname is a contorted amalgamation of this idea, designed in no small part to remind myself that my tongue rots on the net, that most communication occurs through nonverbal channels. The more that I rely on written language to communicate, the more these partially or fully unconscious faculties of expression get left to atrophy. Even on a conceptual basis, they are left out of the writing process. You don't have to worry about how your voice sounds, how your physical appearance and movements affect your message, how you smell, or how your eyes dart and connect with others.
For most people, these concerns probably seem overblown. Maybe they are. Or perhaps your brain works differently than mine. I find the implicit authority of the written word hypnotizes us into false certainty about the ideas that emanate out of us, further distorted by our primitive need to appear consistent around other primates. Hypnotists tend to agree that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis, and self-hypnosis is merely when you allow words to pass by your internal critic unchallenged. What I'm suggesting is that writing for an audience seems to facilitate this process of eating your own menu.
Written language is a morass of bullshit and it takes a great amount of skill to avoid its pitfalls. That said, I agree that it is important to practice if one wants to get better at it. I write quite a bit, but I do so mainly to prepare my thoughts for speaking, not to present the written form to anyone directly. I find the rewriting process more valuable than what the writing looks like where I decided to stop. It's only because I have no other way to communicate with you remarkable spags that I have to resort to the small amount of posting I do here.
In a nutshell: quality over quantity or suffer the consequences of your own ill-chosen words.
Anyways, that's my contribution for forcing writing, for what it's worth.
I don't often post for similar reasons to a few here. I read what others have written and feel I can't say it better than it's already been said. Often too, I read something inspiring, start to type a reply, and then decide against it, thinking "Who are you kidding, stupid? You really think you're smart enough to add anything of value to this conversation?"
I love the essays, the rants, the political discussions, the original story ideas, the artwork. So much of it beautifully written and thought-provoking. Sometimes I read a post, gain a new perspective, and want to give the author a standing ovation and tell them how much their writing is helping me. But then, before I click "post", that little voice in my mind says something sarcastic like "Is that all you can add? Sycophantic drivel? Shut up." So I delete what I've written, click on mittens, and go back to reading.
I realize these are excuses. It wouldn't hurt me to post more. If I say something especially stupid, well, I'll take what comes and try to learn from it.
I have found a place.
A place where money is simply a means to an end, and nothing more. Anything more than a decent "safety net," and you're doing it wrong; money is for trading, not accumulating. The value is in the goods, not the bio-survival tickets. In fact, if you do it right, there's a ton of stuff out there that's ripe for the taking, and if you play your cards right, you won't spend a dime. In a game of cheap thrills vs. priceless moments and people, it's clear to me where the value is. Some people pity me because I don't have money. I smile because I know that I am not a slave.
I have found a place.
A place where all emotions become one. Anger cut with tranquility. Sadness with cheer. Boredom with overstimulation. All these are colors on the emotional color wheel that appear contrasting. However, when the colors blur and mix, you get one white light. I have found a center where I can see that they are all one on the same wheel. I feel at the speed of c. I can no longer shit hate, I shit at the speed of c.
I have found a place.
It is a place where we form the simple beginnings of a being much larger than ourselves. A primitive amoeba even had to pull itself together out of basic organic chemicals. Multi-celled life pulls these individuals together, to form something much larger than itself, and so on. Vicious infinite regress, be damned. I can see my influence on others through my examples alone. That is all I can wish to achieve. I know that the key to changing that which is around me is changing myself. And people are not as stupid as you think, if you give them the opportunity to speak their mind. The best mind to fuck is your own.
There's nothing I can teach most people here, but I will continue to share what I have learned, none the less.
What was it I was saying about being intimidated to post after some people?
Dimo, luv, I'd kill for your talent with words.
I'm pretty sure my wrath button is broken. I think in the last six months I've gotten riled up enough to rant once, but usually I just point and laugh. There's no hate to shit because I'm not feeling any (and if I did, it would generally be mockery and button pushing like LMNO).
Quite frankly, I've been feeling outclassed and out of my depth on all fronts lately, which makes me reluctant to post. I don't particularly fear PDers' responses per se, but more that what I'm saying isn't as well thought-out as I want it to be or that it isn't actually anything new or valuable to the conversation.
Though I think I have an essay-y thing brewing, which I hope will please me well enough to post here.
I'm always posting stupid shit. No-one seems to mind too much. Or if they do, they're very diplomatic about it. (For which I'm very grateful) And I've been outclassed and out of my depth all my life. Never stopped me from learning to swim though. Or I'd have gone under by now.
That's all well and good, Dok, but what if I'm just not rant-angry, and don't want to be?
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:09:28 AM
That's all well and good, Dok, but what if I'm just not rant-angry, and don't want to be?
Post something else. Fiction. Poetry, if you've got it in you. Point out some of the stupid shit in the world.
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:09:28 AM
That's all well and good, Dok, but what if I'm just not rant-angry, and don't want to be?
I posted this at 9:11pm.... Dun Dun duno
I got no excuse.
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 01:57:12 AM
I'm always posting stupid shit. No-one seems to mind too much. Or if they do, they're very diplomatic about it. (For which I'm very grateful) And I've been outclassed and out of my depth all my life. Never stopped me from learning to swim though. Or I'd have gone under by now.
Oh, it won't stop me. I'm not used to it, is all, and I need to find an even keel again. The only way to do that is keep going.
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 02:11:51 AM
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:09:28 AM
That's all well and good, Dok, but what if I'm just not rant-angry, and don't want to be?
Post something else. Fiction. Poetry, if you've got it in you. Point out some of the stupid shit in the world.
I can and have been doing that. I was asking specifically about rants.
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:09:28 AM
That's all well and good, Dok, but what if I'm just not rant-angry, and don't want to be?
Then you kiss terrorists. On the beard.
:lulz:
Okay, but get ready for the headline.
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:34:50 AM
:lulz:
Okay, but get ready for the headline.
I do not fear your Godless liberal media.
For I am MANLY. Like Rick Perri.
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:39:10 AM
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
THE "I" IS FOR MANL
INESS!
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:40:53 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:39:10 AM
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!
Right. OK. :roll:
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:42:12 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:40:53 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:39:10 AM
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!
Right. OK. :roll:
Rick Perri can face a brake rotor with his chest hair. Fact.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:37:00 AM
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:34:50 AM
:lulz:
Okay, but get ready for the headline.
I do not fear your Godless liberal media.
For I am MANLY. Like Rick Perri.
You won't be so manly after you see the photos of what my saliva did to the terrorist's face.
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:43:39 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:37:00 AM
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:34:50 AM
:lulz:
Okay, but get ready for the headline.
I do not fear your Godless liberal media.
For I am MANLY. Like Rick Perri.
You won't be so manly after you see the photos of what my saliva did to the terrorist's face.
You fucking hippies and your diseased "free love". :vom:
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:43:06 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:42:12 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:40:53 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:39:10 AM
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!
Right. OK. :roll:
Rick Perri can face a brake rotor with his chest hair. Fact.
Fucking hell, Dok, do NOT give me visuals like that before bed.
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 02:45:48 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:43:06 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:42:12 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:40:53 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:39:10 AM
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!
Right. OK. :roll:
Rick Perri can face a brake rotor with his chest hair. Fact.
Fucking hell, Dok, do NOT give me visuals like that before bed.
You should see how he hits the lube points on the undercarriage. :)
Epi, you don't have to be angry to rant..... you just have to find a soapbox. Stand on it for a few minutes.... while you're up there... might as well say something, you know?
(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa417/DoktorHowl/perry.jpg)
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:44:20 AM
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:43:39 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:37:00 AM
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:34:50 AM
:lulz:
Okay, but get ready for the headline.
I do not fear your Godless liberal media.
For I am MANLY. Like Rick Perri.
You won't be so manly after you see the photos of what my saliva did to the terrorist's face.
You fucking hippies and your diseased "free love". :vom:
Free Love was a
strategic philosophy, Dok.
...
One of your Bizarre Science buddies has let you in on this secret, no?
It was the perfect way for Them to capitalize on the hippie "movement." Allow them to create - no,
become - the ultimate in bio-warfare. Best of all, it required no interference - just let them do what they do.
And I'm the fucking pinnacle, Dok. My diseases have diseases that have psychoses that have fleas.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:50:25 AM
(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa417/DoktorHowl/perry.jpg)
Dok and Perri, sitting in a tree, . . .
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:57:03 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:50:25 AM
(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa417/DoktorHowl/perry.jpg)
Dok and Perri, sitting in a tree, . . .
I'M NOT GAY BUT IF I WAS HE'D BE THE GUY. IF HE WAS GAY TOO. WHICH HE ISN'T AND YOU CAN'T PROVE IT SO STOP SAYING THAT!
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:46:27 AM
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 02:45:48 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:43:06 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:42:12 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:40:53 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:39:10 AM
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!
Right. OK. :roll:
Rick Perri can face a brake rotor with his chest hair. Fact.
Fucking hell, Dok, do NOT give me visuals like that before bed.
You should see how he hits the lube points on the undercarriage. :)
Dok... I have been drinking kava tea all night to try to unlock the muscles in my back. This shit gives me whacked out dreams to begin with. You are NOT HELPING.
And we don't KNOW Perry is gay... Nobody has come forward to announce the actual gender of the strippers and whores he's been hanging out with...
Damn it all, Dok.
I had just finished stuffing all those thoughts and concerns into a drawer and started to fashion a comfortable little box for myself in the the eternal sea of useless shit. You just HAD to go and yank the fucking drawer out and dump the contents all over my bed, didn't you?
Nothing to say...
Nothing to say...
Nothing to say?
NOTHING TO FUCKING SAY?!
What a load of unbelievable bullshit. I stopped even trying to say that I have nothing to say a while back; stopped sharing those excuses for myself. I stopped because I knew how hollow they were and couldn't stand to put them to the test by showing them to others.
Things have been happening, and my brain is still working. So where did those words go, huh? Blew 'em out my ass, sold them for beer money, baked them into a fucking pie?
They didn't go anywhere, I just stopped having the will to put them out. I lost my confidence, became more obsessed with the form than the content.
So maybe I haven't been hit with the kind of inspiration that led me to put out my best work. So fucking what? That's not a reason to stop. That's what sharing all of this stuff is for, so that other brains can chew it up and have a chance at shitting out the Golden Egg.
I'll write that essay later. I'll finish my letter to Dok when I have a moment of inspiration. I'll contribute to that thread later.
Oh my god shut the fuck up. I'm sick of listening to my crap.
Fuck you, Dok. I didn't ask for this goddamn prescription, and I swear to "Bob" you'll pay. I'm gonna mail that fucking letter.
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 02:59:32 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:46:27 AM
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 02:45:48 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:43:06 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:42:12 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:40:53 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on September 13, 2011, 02:39:10 AM
Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.
THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!
Right. OK. :roll:
Rick Perri can face a brake rotor with his chest hair. Fact.
Fucking hell, Dok, do NOT give me visuals like that before bed.
You should see how he hits the lube points on the undercarriage. :)
Dok... I have been drinking kava tea all night to try to unlock the muscles in my back. This shit gives me whacked out dreams to begin with. You are NOT HELPING.
And we don't KNOW Perry is gay... Nobody has come forward to announce the actual gender of the strippers and whores he's been hanging out with...
He's trying to save them. Like Jesus.
I didn't even know he was gay too.
Quote from: Cainad on September 13, 2011, 03:00:26 AM
Damn it all, Dok.
I had just finished stuffing all those thoughts and concerns into a drawer and started to fashion a comfortable little box for myself in the the eternal sea of useless shit. You just HAD to go and yank the fucking drawer out and dump the contents all over my bed, didn't you?
Nothing to say...
Nothing to say...
Nothing to say?
NOTHING TO FUCKING SAY?!
What a load of unbelievable bullshit. I stopped even trying to say that I have nothing to say a while back; stopped sharing those excuses for myself. I stopped because I knew how hollow they were and couldn't stand to put them to the test by showing them to others.
Things have been happening, and my brain is still working. So where did those words go, huh? Blew 'em out my ass, sold them for beer money, baked them into a fucking pie?
They didn't go anywhere, I just stopped having the will to put them out. I lost my confidence, became more obsessed with the form than the content.
So maybe I haven't been hit with the kind of inspiration that led me to put out my best work. So fucking what? That's not a reason to stop. That's what sharing all of this stuff is for, so that other brains can chew it up and have a chance at shitting out the Golden Egg.
I'll write that essay later. I'll finish my letter to Dok when I have a moment of inspiration. I'll contribute to that thread later.
Oh my god shut the fuck up. I'm sick of listening to my crap.
Fuck you, Dok. I didn't ask for this goddamn prescription, and I swear to "Bob" you'll pay. I'm gonna mail that fucking letter.
It is not the business of a man of SCIENCE to tell you pleasing lies.
I got too damn picky, is what happened. All the little bits of thought settled to the bottom of my thinkpan, and I turned my nose up at all of them.
"They're not as good as some of the ones I've seen before," I said. "No sense in wasting everyone's time with sub-par material."
Then they all just sort of coagulated at the bottom into a big ugly mass of entangled ideas, and it became difficult to talk about one without talking about all of them. Suddenly it seemed wrong to try and address anything without writing the next Great Discordian Essay.
"Holler when the rock hits you, because you'll shut up like hell when you're dead," right? What the hell happened to that?
The BIP didn't stop mattering, the Machine didn't stop grinding its way into the future, and the Spiders never stopped spinning their webs.
There's still plenty of stuff to say, and plenty of brains to mull it over.
We just hit a tipping point of inertia loss, pretty much like LMNO said. When you're going, you want to keep going, but once you stop, you stay stopped.
A swift kick in the butt isn't the necessary cure.
A million steel-toed boots in the ass might be.
Quote from: Cainad on September 13, 2011, 03:10:39 AM
"Holler when the rock hits you, because you'll shut up like hell when you're dead," right? What the hell happened to that?
Nothing happened to that.
Just like nothing happened to rock n roll.
I fart in stereo because I CAN. Some shit just needs to be done to be shown off.
There's a blessing and a curse in the new security settings at work. On one hand, I cannot vent my weird at you cats all day. On the other, the snark, sarcasm, hate, and general perversion now has to go somewhere. Like my co workers. Was that really a detailed description of how to Godzilla puke I just gave? Would they have even considered Godzilla puking if it wasn't for me? One or two are down with that sort of degeneracy, others are jsut smiling, nodding, and trying to fake it to keep up. (Apparently doing so makes you mid-mang material anywhere.
There are pills, of course, but I know I do not need them. Some of the jackoffs do, but I am a stable man. My work here is necessary at the least, and holy. I must not afford any disruption. The spider is now passing out stuff labeled "organic" and "herbal", by the way. Watch that shit. The idea is the same though. You can trust NO ONE and NOTHING to bring you comfort, money or Slack. Expect anything outside of your own head and hands to pipe it up to you, and you're their slave. Passive acceptance gets you only passive results.
Chop down a tree with dynamite and insane laughter, douse it with napalm, Alton Brown some ground beef into a patty, grill it over your war crime, garnish, and eat the HELL out of that cheeseburger. It can't be said simpler, Verb the HELL out of that Noun / Action. Before they reposess you adrenal glands and gonads.
Well, then...
Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE. Shit, if I can do it...
Quote from: Richter on September 13, 2011, 03:13:25 AM
I fart in stereo because I CAN. Some shit just needs to be done to be shown off.
There's a blessing and a curse in the new security settings at work. On one hand, I cannot vent my weird at you cats all day. On the other, the snark, sarcasm, hate, and general perversion now has to go somewhere. Like my co workers. Was that really a detailed description of how to Godzilla puke I just gave? Would they have even considered Godzilla puking if it wasn't for me? One or two are down with that sort of degeneracy, others are jsut smiling, nodding, and trying to fake it to keep up. (Apparently doing so makes you mid-mang material anywhere.
There are pills, of course, but I know I do not need them. Some of the jackoffs do, but I am a stable man. My work here is necessary at the least, and holy. I must not afford any disruption. The spider is now passing out stuff labeled "organic" and "herbal", by the way. Watch that shit. The idea is the same though. You can trust NO ONE and NOTHING to bring you comfort, money or Slack. Expect anything outside of your own head and hands to pipe it up to you, and you're their slave. Passive acceptance gets you only passive results.
Chop down a tree with dynamite and insane laughter, douse it with napalm, Alton Brown some ground beef into a patty, grill it over your war crime, garnish, and eat the HELL out of that cheeseburger. It can't be said simpler, Verb the HELL out of that Noun / Action. Before they reposess you adrenal glands and gonads.
I was wondering what the fuck happened to you. :lulz:
Thought you didn't love us anymore.
Quote from: Epimetheus on September 13, 2011, 02:54:35 AM
Free Love was a strategic philosophy, Dok.
...
One of your Bizarre Science buddies has let you in on this secret, no?
It was the perfect way for Them to capitalize on the hippie "movement." Allow them to create - no, become - the ultimate in bio-warfare. Best of all, it required no interference - just let them do what they do.
And I'm the fucking pinnacle, Dok. My diseases have diseases that have psychoses that have fleas.
Shit, the fleas on the viruses in my left nostril are throwing shit at each other. Anyone wanna take bets on how long before they've erected a Colosseptum and are writing tomes on the Sneeze At the End of the World?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 03:11:58 AM
Quote from: Cainad on September 13, 2011, 03:10:39 AM
"Holler when the rock hits you, because you'll shut up like hell when you're dead," right? What the hell happened to that?
Nothing happened to that.
Just like nothing happened to rock n roll.
Yet another thing to add to the list of things that have been betrayed by most of humanity.
Quote from: Richter on September 13, 2011, 03:13:25 AM
I fart in stereo because I CAN. Some shit just needs to be done to be shown off.
:mittens: Quote of the weekend.
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 03:13:49 AM
Well, then...
Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE. Shit, if I can do it...
HOLY WORK
tmQuote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 03:14:32 AM
I was wondering what the fuck happened to you. :lulz:
Thought you didn't love us anymore.
When I come here now I end up ranting out the windows at the neighbors, then posting.
Quote from: Richter on September 13, 2011, 03:22:21 AM
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 03:13:49 AM
Well, then...
Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE. Shit, if I can do it...
HOLY WORK tm
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 03:14:32 AM
I was wondering what the fuck happened to you. :lulz:
Thought you didn't love us anymore.
When I come here now I end up ranting out the windows at the neighbors, then posting.
I used to do that, when I had neighbors. :lulz:
Dok, you make the Russians look like pansies for needing to scorch the earth with :lulz: actual fire.
Quote from: Richter on September 13, 2011, 03:22:21 AM
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 03:13:49 AM
Well, then...
Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE. Shit, if I can do it...
HOLY WORK tm
Wasn't aimed at you, Richter, I know you haven't been able to get on from work. My sorry excuse is that the only way I can get on from work is my Droid, and that's a plain bitch to compose anything real on.
Dimo, the phrase, "I shit at the speed of c" has been nominated for 'most awesome quote of the month'. Awards will be presented never,, because we're all too awesome to go to that fucking awards show.
Motherfucker just broke the fourth wall and I went and made eye contact with one of the actors. Shit, shit. He is looking at me, right? It's not just some camera trick, addressing all of the viewers at home? No, he's got me. The son of a bitch has got me and I'm sitting here with a stupid look on my face, trying to force a grin but I can't push the shock back.
The rest of the audience turns back to look at me expectantly and I realise it's my line. My mouth works; I'm chewing on my tongue and nobody is feeding me my cue. I'd like to take a moment to remember exactly how he addressed me (to fit a reply to it, or so I can justify further silence?) but I've left it too long already and I can recall the gist of it... that I'd been caught red-handed.
Hadn't I been thinking the same thing myself?
I used to be up there, you see. I was at home up on the stage, with the rest of them. I don't even know why I'm sitting out. I missed my entrance and just kind of settled into the crowd to enjoy the show.
Guess I'm going to ad-lib ramble.
In meatspace, I'm used to being the smartest person in the room.
You probably wouldn't guess it scanning back over my posting history, but I am a veritable authority on all manner of Important Things amongst many of those I associate with. That isn't supposed to pathetically self-critical of my posts here, it just seems fair to me.
I leave that outside when I come in here and I'm usually glad to do so. I don't touch the serious political discussion, for example, because I know that given a little time, someone else will make my point better than I could have... but I do keep those threads open for when that someone makes their post, because I'm still interested in learning. Trouble with this is how easy it becomes to settle into a pattern of only reading and eventually convincing myself that there are no topics I could offer useful insight into, assuming that someone else will come along and do it better.
I'm still here, Dok, and I fucking welcome someone else correcting gaps in my knowledge or errors in my analysis of topics in which they are more knowledgeable. I'd like to encourage someone else to call my on my bullshit and challenge me.
I'm still here for the same reason as ever, because I want to evolve. I want to throw my opinions in and have them stress tested, dismantled, remixed, spat back out at me as something new. I'm still here because I want to do that to your ideas. I've been doing that to your ideas, but I've been leeching and closing the connection before I can share what I have. Discordia isn't like QUANTUMZ. It doesn't change just because you're observing it.
Recently, as I make a habit of doing, I submitted my entire understanding of Discordia to doubt. I doubted the usefulness of the Horrible Truth.
I fed my doubts studies into the benefits of holding positive illusions. Whether I Lo5'd it or not, a number of my sources of input contained information about the health benefits of believing things that are not true. They all seemed to say at once "maybe this isn't such a good idea."
I fed my doubt a conversation with a friend who suffers from depressive realism. There are a number of parallels between our worldviews, with the major difference that the things that cause me to giggle like a schoolgirl cause her to be overcome with paralysing dread.
This is the place I come to inspire me when I have considerations such as these. I search the board looking for the right words to set my mind moving again, so it can process whatever I've given it to work through. A thread from Cram about Excellence and Cain offering the quote "If there is any hope for the future, it surely must rest upon the ability to stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness." and I can move on, concluding "Fuck yes, Discordia is still relevant. I am a GROWN ASS MAN and I don't need positive illusions, training wheels on my reality, to keep me upright."
He is a warrior, who can stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness. But to stare into that void, sporting a crooked grin? That takes a special kind of pervert... and I hope that this is the place for those people, because those are the people we need. Whether you aim to change it, record it, or just troll the merry fuck out of the world, you are better equipped to work with it when you understand the tools you're using to interpret and interact with it.
I'm still here because Eris inspires me through you spags, and it's really not playing along if I don't inspire you all right back, whether you ask for it or not.
Quote from: Egregore Samsa on September 13, 2011, 08:25:24 AM
Motherfucker just broke the fourth wall and I went and made eye contact with one of the actors. Shit, shit. He is looking at me, right? It's not just some camera trick, addressing all of the viewers at home? No, he's got me. The son of a bitch has got me and I'm sitting here with a stupid look on my face, trying to force a grin but I can't push the shock back.
The rest of the audience turns back to look at me expectantly and I realise it's my line. My mouth works; I'm chewing on my tongue and nobody is feeding me my cue. I'd like to take a moment to remember exactly how he addressed me (to fit a reply to it, or so I can justify further silence?) but I've left it too long already and I can recall the gist of it... that I'd been caught red-handed.
Hadn't I been thinking the same thing myself?
I used to be up there, you see. I was at home up on the stage, with the rest of them. I don't even know why I'm sitting out. I missed my entrance and just kind of settled into the crowd to enjoy the show.
Guess I'm going to ad-lib ramble.
In meatspace, I'm used to being the smartest person in the room.
You probably wouldn't guess it scanning back over my posting history, but I am a veritable authority on all manner of Important Things amongst many of those I associate with. That isn't supposed to pathetically self-critical of my posts here, it just seems fair to me.
I leave that outside when I come in here and I'm usually glad to do so. I don't touch the serious political discussion, for example, because I know that given a little time, someone else will make my point better than I could have... but I do keep those threads open for when that someone makes their post, because I'm still interested in learning. Trouble with this is how easy it becomes to settle into a pattern of only reading and eventually convincing myself that there are no topics I could offer useful insight into, assuming that someone else will come along and do it better.
I'm still here, Dok, and I fucking welcome someone else correcting gaps in my knowledge or errors in my analysis of topics in which they are more knowledgeable. I'd like to encourage someone else to call my on my bullshit and challenge me.
I'm still here for the same reason as ever, because I want to evolve. I want to throw my opinions in and have them stress tested, dismantled, remixed, spat back out at me as something new. I'm still here because I want to do that to your ideas. I've been doing that to your ideas, but I've been leeching and closing the connection before I can share what I have. Discordia isn't like QUANTUMZ. It doesn't change just because you're observing it.
Recently, as I make a habit of doing, I submitted my entire understanding of Discordia to doubt. I doubted the usefulness of the Horrible Truth.
I fed my doubts studies into the benefits of holding positive illusions. Whether I Lo5'd it or not, a number of my sources of input contained information about the health benefits of believing things that are not true. They all seemed to say at once "maybe this isn't such a good idea."
I fed my doubt a conversation with a friend who suffers from depressive realism. There are a number of parallels between our worldviews, with the major difference that the things that cause me to giggle like a schoolgirl cause her to be overcome with paralysing dread.
This is the place I come to inspire me when I have considerations such as these. I search the board looking for the right words to set my mind moving again, so it can process whatever I've given it to work through. A thread from Cram about Excellence and Cain offering the quote "If there is any hope for the future, it surely must rest upon the ability to stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness." and I can move on, concluding "Fuck yes, Discordia is still relevant. I am a GROWN ASS MAN and I don't need positive illusions, training wheels on my reality, to keep me upright."
He is a warrior, who can stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness. But to stare into that void, sporting a crooked grin? That takes a special kind of pervert... and I hope that this is the place for those people, because those are the people we need. Whether you aim to change it, record it, or just troll the merry fuck out of the world, you are better equipped to work with it when you understand the tools you're using to interpret and interact with it.
I'm still here because Eris inspires me through you spags, and it's really not playing along if I don't inspire you all right back, whether you ask for it or not.
Okay you motherfuckin shithead, that was a really fucking good post, fuck you.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 13, 2011, 02:50:25 AM
(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa417/DoktorHowl/perry.jpg)
Needs very subtle amounts of eyeliner and lipstick:
(http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/7632/ricperri.jpg)
PERRI IS AS GAY AS A BIG FLOWERY TREE FULL OF FUCKING PARROTS, ALL OF THEM SAYING "FAAAAABULOUS" TO EACH OTHER!
(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n595/Luna0219/PeeDee/RickPerry.jpg)
Suuure, he's not...
Quote from: Egregore Samsa on September 13, 2011, 08:25:24 AM
He is a warrior, who can stare unflinchingly into the heart of darkness. But to stare into that void, sporting a crooked grin? That takes a special kind of pervert...
Yoinked for signatural purposes
I read the OP and am replying to it, will read rest of the thread later, when I have time.
Me: It will take four months to do this right, or two months just to get something good enough that I can demo to QA and find and then fix bugs later.
Boss: You have three weeks, and I also need you to do X, Y, Z, and Θ during the same time. You can file bugs to cover stuff that's not complete by the deadline, and then work on those while you are doing your next assignment.
I work long hours to try to get things done, and when I do I get rewarded with more tasks. I don't get paid by the hour.
At least I HAVE a job, I guess. I work from home, which is nice, except when the TV situated right outside my office is tuned to TLC and turned up loud because everybody else in the house has to know what crazy adventures Jimbob and Michelle and their kids Joshua, Jana, John-David, Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, Jedidiah, Jeremiah, Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer, Jordyn-Grace, and Josie are having, and which screaming kid is going to win on Toddlers and Tiaras, and which wedding dress some bride is going to choose. I shut the door, and that helps a little bit but not enough, and it also starts getting hot in here.
My job also pays me better than anything else I would be able to find, which is good because this house and all this stuff isn't going to pay for itself, but it sure doesn't leave me with much free time. When running the numbers to determine if I could afford this foreclosed McMansion, I only considered the monthly payments. I didn't consider that my utilities would more than double, and I also didn't anticipate inflation causing my grocery bill to double. Groceries aren't considered as part of the official inflation numbers though, so I guess that means the country is in great shape, but me -- I went from having a modest savings rate to spending more than I make every month.
I gotta go, I'm running late. I have things I have to get done.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on September 13, 2011, 04:08:24 AM
Dimo, the phrase, "I shit at the speed of c" has been nominated for 'most awesome quote of the month'. Awards will be presented never,, because we're all too awesome to go to that fucking awards show.
:lulz: :lulz: Thanks!
And this whole thread is :mittens:
Smooth sailing. A comfortable life.
A beautiful family. A beautiful wife.
Dumb luck provided what most do not hold:
A glittering spire for viewing this world.
I count myself one of you folks that can see
How crazy this life that we live tends to be.
I grasp that the model I keep in my head
Is not to be trusted, so lightly I tread.
I could rant up my guts, and act discontent,
But the truth is, I don't have that much I could vent.
I have what I need, and pursue what I want.
(For this I am grateful, and don't mean to taunt.)
I know that the people our society comprises
Are full up on foibles; that never surprises.
Perhaps I could help it. At least, try not to harm.
But, at heart I'm an animal, with selfish concerns.
I'll take care of myself and my own best I can
And not underestimate the value of friends.
I'll sit here in awe of the complexity and strife.
I'll ensure that my children will make it through life.
But, society at large? Though it could stand to improve,
I just don't feel the urge to force it to move.
Am I out of place here, amidst all the ranting?
Is there a place for a viewpoint without breathless panting?
No man's an island, and fortunes get turned.
If things turn to shit, then I may well get burned.
My privileged position may go up in fire,
But I'll deal with that event, should it someday transpire.
Until then, I'm happy. With Hung Mung I sit.
I'll just look at the chaos, and love all this shit.
"A passive Discordian? What good are you, man?"
Well, none, I confess. But that's where I stand.
Quote from: Iptuous on September 13, 2011, 09:09:19 PM
Until then, I'm happy. With Hung Mung I sit.
I'll just look at the chaos, and love all this shit.
"A passive Discordian? What good are you, man?"
Well, none, I confess. But that's where I stand.
:lulz:
i can't tell whether you're laughing at me, or with me.
either way, you convinced me to inflict more crappy writing on the board.
:)
Quote from: Luna on September 13, 2011, 01:13:32 AM
What was it I was saying about being intimidated to post after some people?
Dimo, luv, I'd kill for your talent with words.
Just had to say: Thank you, I appreciate the kind words but I think you might be giving me too much credit. I only write what I write because I'm not afraid to write it. Talent is irrelevant; the moment that I choose to write
anything, I am automatically "better" (see: quotes) than every motherfucker that
doesn't write anything, dig? After you get over that habit of measuring against an imaginary standard, you see there is absolutely nothing to fear, and then you can go off like a fountain (pen). And from there, you just further develop, as Nature intended. Don't let me, or anyone else, get in your way if you have something on your mind that needs saying, in any form. Plus, the forums aren't a bad place to get useful feedback from a receptive audience. Hell, they straightened me out halfway decent-like.
Plus, I've seen what you're capable of, and you're not giving yourself enough.
Credit, that is.
I hear ya, Dimo, and I'm working on it. I'm still talking about it because I bet I'm not the only one.
The standard isn't imaginary. It's you, and Dok, and Richter, and any of a dozen others I could name, but won't for fear of leaving someone out. I have let "X could say this better" get in the way of "but I have something to add." I have let "wow, my stuff is crap compared to EoC and Charley's" keep me from adding much to, for example, the Nessie thread. (I made them sing, though, and the fact that people grabbed that ball and ran with it gave me warn fuzzies every time it came up.)
I'm not gonna set myself a "post something creative every day" goal, I just don't work that fast... but I'll be inflicting more on y'all. Just remember, you asked for it.
And I thought it was just me that was in a slump. A year-long slump, but a slump nonetheless. Actually, come to think of it, I can't remember a time that I wasn't in a slump.
I'll see about getting something written. I owe it to myself.
Haha! Ha. Some very good posts in here. I haven't been ranting, but I've been writing.
Hurrah, Nigel is back
Quote from: Nigel on September 15, 2011, 03:32:04 PM
Haha! Ha. Some very good posts in here. I haven't been ranting, but I've been writing.
You're back!
:banana:
We thought you'd been eaten by starving hipsters!
Thanks guys. I was frustrated and took a break. Not sure it accomplished jack shit, but it was a good break.
Quote from: Nigel on September 15, 2011, 04:17:20 PM
Thanks guys. I was frustrated and took a break. Not sure it accomplished jack shit, but it was a good break.
Taking breaks is vital to experiencing new and interesting frustrations. If you let them pile up you can't appreciate their subtleties.
Also, sometimes real life needs attending. Good to see you back.
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on September 15, 2011, 06:14:00 AM
And I thought it was just me that was in a slump. A year-long slump, but a slump nonetheless. Actually, come to think of it, I can't remember a time that I wasn't in a slump.
I'll see about getting something written. I owe it to myself.
Fuck. I tried.
Horrible. Horrible.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 12, 2011, 06:58:24 PM
What's the matter, Bunky? You say life landed on you like a ton of bricks? When didn't it? You say you left your Slack™ in the bottom of a long neck bottle in some scummy bar, and that fiendish bar back took it away while you weren't looking? You say you wanted to go fuck with someone, but someone had to mind the fort?
Too tired, too lazy, too busy blearily hitting the refresh button and the "read new posts" button to say howdy? Boy, it's a good thing this hasn't turned into another form of television, right? Ho ho! At least THAT can't happen here!
It seems The Spider IS everywhere, because we brought him, because like I said before, The Spider isn't some faceless corporation, the fucking Spider is in your head. And because he's in your head, he's everywhere, and he's even turned Discordianism into a reason to become mostly comatose. I'll respond to that when I can think of something to say. I'll start my diet tomorrow. It's all hopeless anyway, so why get excited right this minute?
What's that you say? You're busy? Not too busy to BE here, but too busy to say anything, to write anything, to make a fucker laugh until his guts bleed, just for the hell of it. Where have all the cheap yuks gone? Was it finally actually too much? Too much Slack™, too much Horrormirth, too much bad signal on the TV. Too many crooked politicians, the game is rigged, the fix is in, why bother?
Forgive me if I lose my shit here, but THIS IS WHAT DISCORDIANISM IS ALL ABOUT! Just as the first amendment exists to protect unpopular speech (popular speech doesn't need protecting), Discordianism is all about getting our cheap laughs in when things get bad! ANY DAMN FOOL can laugh when things are merely funny! It takes a special kind of idiot to giggle when the flood waters reach your bottom lip. I am that kind of idiot, and I hope YOU are, too.
But tell Dirty Old Uncle Howl all about the reasons you can sit "viewing" all day, with nothing to say. Tell me why, tell me your stories of woe, and I shall hold your hand and dry your tears. Tell me all about how they've sewn your mouth shut, how You Must Shit And Have No Ass. Tell me also how you've become too discouraged to give a shit, how they finally shoved your face into the mud and you're just too weary to lift it back out, and anyway this mud isn't too bad, is it?
Well, I have news for you, kiddos...That's the same mud that everyone else is slurping up, and it isn't mud. You are partaking of the shit sandwich that the rest of Western civilization has learned to love, and boy howdy, aren't you glad you aren't like them? Aren't you glad that it's temporary in your case, that you're just resting for a few days or months or years until you get your breath back?
Shut the fuck up. EVERYONE says that. Who do you think the yahoos are? What do you think THEY say? "I'll be rich one day, I just know it. But not today, because I have to wax my toes." They say this, because the only happiness THEY understand comes on little green rectangular paper once every two weeks. They're saying THE SAME THING you're saying, only they're using a different brass ring.
SAY SOMETHING! Prove to yourself that you're really there, that you are still YOU. Rant your fucking guts up. Do it NOW. It's not just entertaining, it's also the easiest way to STAY YOU. You aren't ranting to me, you're ranting at the endless pile of horseshit and electronic toys that they're trying to smother you in!
Or not. You could just read this, and chuckle to yourself about what an excitable type that Dok is, how he's always bitching about something. Then you can go back to the riveting activity of "viewing" a forum or a post or your navel, while you're supposed to be working. If you respond to this, if you can even break your lassitude long enough to do that, be sure to include your excuse for why your face is missing, why you have that Goddamn feeding tube where your mouth used to be...And rest assured, I will read it and absolve you of your lack of sins.
Because I'm a nice guy that way.
Okay for whenever,
Dok
Bump for rewriting/repurposing (not concerning F5 or lurkers or anything, so everyone shut up.)
Thanks for this bump. I noticed I had posted in this thread and reading back have realized that in a year* I've done absolutely shit to change how I go about things.
I am a forever complainer, it seems. Much easier to bitch and moan than actually do. Story of my life.
This shit is going to change. It has to change. Because I'm getting sick and tired of all the excuses my brain keeps coming up with.
*realistically we all know it's been longer than that
AND THEN EVERYTHING DEFAULTS TO MAIN.
Quote from: Sita on October 24, 2012, 07:49:58 PM
Thanks for this bump. I noticed I had posted in this thread and reading back have realized that in a year* I've done absolutely shit to change how I go about things.
I am a forever complainer, it seems. Much easier to bitch and moan than actually do. Story of my life.
This shit is going to change. It has to change. Because I'm getting sick and tired of all the excuses my brain keeps coming up with.
*realistically we all know it's been longer than that
Well, you wrote some fantastic shit the other day. I'd like to see more.
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 07:52:50 PM
AND THEN EVERYTHING DEFAULTS TO MAIN.
I tripped across this today, and it gave me a GREAT idea for a rant. Totally different topic, same general style. It's mostly for Scrubgenius, but I'll post it here as well, with a disclaimer that it's recycled.
It may go orange, but that's a chance I'm willing to take.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 24, 2012, 08:06:40 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 24, 2012, 07:49:58 PM
Thanks for this bump. I noticed I had posted in this thread and reading back have realized that in a year* I've done absolutely shit to change how I go about things.
I am a forever complainer, it seems. Much easier to bitch and moan than actually do. Story of my life.
This shit is going to change. It has to change. Because I'm getting sick and tired of all the excuses my brain keeps coming up with.
*realistically we all know it's been longer than that
Well, you wrote some fantastic shit the other day. I'd like to see more.
Thanks. I'll see what I can do. Might have to actually go into the personal realm since I seem to write about that best. Another hurdle to overcome.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 24, 2012, 08:08:12 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 07:52:50 PM
AND THEN EVERYTHING DEFAULTS TO MAIN.
I tripped across this today, and it gave me a GREAT idea for a rant. Totally different topic, same general style. It's mostly for Scrubgenius, but I'll post it here as well, with a disclaimer that it's recycled.
It may go orange, but that's a chance I'm willing to take.
Just pay mind to the INTERRUPTION POINT and everything will be OK.