You don't look so hot.
So, what's wrong, huh?
You're looking a bit pale and worn. A little tired and dragged out. "Fagged out" for our friends in the Tudorian commonwealths.
Now, I know we can't be up all the time, but you're just plodding along, and have for some time now. Where's your pep? Where's your vim and vigor?
Here I've been hopping up and down making an idiot out of myself, which I don't mind at all, because it usually gets you going. But lately, you just seem so, I don't know, maybe depressed?
What is it, all the fighting and stuff? The endless drug thread? I know. That's a drag. But look, it happens sometimes, and now it's over. So what do you say we YANK your fucking HOG TIED THUMBS out of your ASSES and DRAG you down the street NAKED. Huh? How about we SET FUCKING FIRE TO YOUR HAIR? HOW ABOUT WE GIVE YOU TO RICHTER? Would You WAKE UP then?
Where's your INNER MUTANT? Jesus, (not you, get back to work) you're like those monkeys in the neutron bomb experiments. Dosed with a fatal blast of neutrons that they COULDN'T DETECT and they just turned off and waited to DIE.
WAKE UP. KICK ME. SCREAM. KILL ME.
By ECH's Fresh New Asshole On His Old Wrinkled Sailor Butt, you people have CRAWLED UNDER A ROCK. There used to be TWICE as much soul burning rantification going on, and I don't mean just in a relative amount to the background noise, I mean in an ABSOLUTE VALUE kinda way.
Oh, a FEW of you come across now and then, and the STYLE and FORM are just fine, but it's like it's an EFFORT for most of you. You're wandering around like a boring cocktail party that nobody wanted to go to. Like it's a fucking CHORE. Like when the officer and the minister showed up on your porch to tell you the BAD NEWS about Uncle Merle when he had that fatal ukelele accident that people still don't like to talk about after all these years.
I WON'T HAVE IT.
There's a whole damn UNIVERSE of EVIL SHIT out there circling around your heads, and you're BECOMING AUTISTIC. This is NOT Facebook. It's not your PERSONAL BLOG OF MISERY. It's not your POOR MAN'S KINDLE.
Oh SURE, you TALK about normals and po'buckers, but haven't you been ACTING just a little like them recently? Vacantly staring at the screen like it was a Goddamn TEEVEE!
There's too damn many of THEM out there, and too damn few of us in here. We have the edge, because they don't know what they're doing. THEY don't know that they are THEY. But we'll LOSE that edge if we don't make it WORK FOR US. EAT or BE EATEN children, EAT or BE EATEN.
Now, if this were a CHURCH, there'd be some PREACHING.
WHO will give me some PREACHING?
If this were a CHURCH, there'd be some WITLESSING.
WHO will DROP their DRAWERS for "Bob" and give me some WITLESSING?
If this were a REAL CHURCH, a HELLFIRE-BREATHING, FOOT-STOMPING, ASS-KICKING CHURCH, a SOUL-SEARING, PSYCHE-DAMAGING, INNER CHILD-WOUNDING CHURCH, there'd be some ministers MINISTERING.
WHO WILL MINISTER UNTO THE RIDGE-BROWED "HUMANS" the WORD OF OUR LADY that THEY SO BADLY NEED? WHO WILL BEAT THE LESSONS INTO THEIR BITS?
I want to SEE IT HAPPEN. I want you to MAKE ME FEEL IT.
Because if there ain't some RANTOLOGICAL CHURCHIFICATION going on here pretty soon, if there ain't some HIGH-POWERED FULL-AUTO BLEACHER-POUNDING INTERCONTINENTAL BALLISTIC RELIGION going on, well then maybe you think The Church is already dead.
And if things stay they way they are, if it isn't already, it will be.
And our legacy, the only thing the world will be able to see to know that we ever existed, will be the Facebook Discordian crowd. To historians, our message will merely be "23 pineal fnord hot dog" and some squicky anime.
Is that what you want?
Okay for now,
Dok
GLORY. PREACH IT.
Peedee has been looking like this for awhile now. The question is, do you WANT to be a character on an R. Crumb comic cover? Do you know what happen to characters in that guy's stories? They end up getting fucked by animal people with tails and shit. RUN.
(http://lib.calpoly.edu/spec_coll/comix/bigcovers/despair.gif)
I got two lives right now. I got the week and the weekend. The week is downtime. I switch off. I endure the mindfuckingly boring bullshit that I have to endure to pay for my weekend. It's always been this way but, until recently my weekends have been unfulfilling and have left me plenty energy to rant and foam about how it's all just a pile of shit.
Lately, tho, my weekends have been so full of epic awesome and win that I look forward to the 5 days of zombie, just to recover and get myself ready for the next friday night.
Truth is I got no energy left over to hate the world the way it deserves to be hated but I'm working on it. I'm working on being at least semi conscious monday thru thursday. As soon as I can muster up the energy to remain awake for those empty, non-existent four days, you'll hear me. Problem is, right now, I pretty much destroy anything that pisses me off without even having to open my eyes to do it :oops:
YARGANARGANARG.
Every day, they take pieces of you. Bits of your rage, bits of your anger. Bits of your patience. Bits and bits and bits.
You're not being worn down, your being CHIPPED AWAY. Removing both your defenses, and your OFFENCES. Shaping you into shapelessness. Hacking off antennae, radar, sensors, receptors. Chopping off your pointing stick, your bludgeon hammer, slicing the lips off your yap machine1.
Till all you are is a formless mass, unable to move, to respond, to act in any way. Just sitting there, enduring. And when you endure for long enough, you begin to accept. And when you accept, you anticipate; and when you anticipate you become eager,and when you become eager, you fall in love.
And so there you are, in love with that which has ruined you.
1They leave your eyes, though, so you can watch TeeVee. And they leave you a single finger, because F5.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 21, 2013, 07:04:41 PM
Till all you are is a formless mass, unable to move, to respond, to act in any way. Just sitting there, enduring. And when you endure for long enough, you begin to accept. And when you accept, you anticipate; and when you anticipate you become eager,and when you become eager, you fall in love.
I was only doing this to crawl in the belly of the beast for a while, to see what the horrorshow was all about...Then I was gonna do an alien chest-burster thing on my way out.
But somewhere along the way, I became addicted to the crisis mentality. It makes me feel so alive that I don't even bother with intoxicants anymore.
It's a trap. A horrible trap. But the problem is similar to the BIP...
where do you go that isn't
part of the trap? Once you get in, it's damn near impossible to get out, BECAUSE THERE ISN'T ANY "OUT" TO GO TO!
And it's not just you and I. RWHN's job ate him spiritually. Nigel's career move is killing her physically, though exhaustion and stress. Stella still can't achieve escape velocity with respect to Texas. Cain has started stuffing the remains of students into the car "boots" of public officials. ECH lost his sea legs and grew a replacement butthole. It's like it's CONTAGIOUS or something.
It IS contagious.
Antibiotics don't work.
You could try to SHIT it out, but the required number of laxatives and enemas might prove to be lethal.
Quote from: stelz on May 21, 2013, 07:17:30 PM
It IS contagious.
Antibiotics don't work.
You could try to SHIT it out, but the required number of laxatives and enemas might prove to be lethal.
I have been shitting like a 200-pounder fire hose since 2007, and I can't
break even.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 07:18:17 PM
Quote from: stelz on May 21, 2013, 07:17:30 PM
It IS contagious.
Antibiotics don't work.
You could try to SHIT it out, but the required number of laxatives and enemas might prove to be lethal.
I have been shitting like a 200-pounder fire hose since 2007, and I can't break even.
But you can't GIVE UP, either, or It wins.
You have to keep
shitting.
Quote from: stelz on May 21, 2013, 07:20:28 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 07:18:17 PM
Quote from: stelz on May 21, 2013, 07:17:30 PM
It IS contagious.
Antibiotics don't work.
You could try to SHIT it out, but the required number of laxatives and enemas might prove to be lethal.
I have been shitting like a 200-pounder fire hose since 2007, and I can't break even.
But you can't GIVE UP, either, or It wins.
You have to keep shitting.
It's what I was
born for. It's no effort at all. Just point me at some humans, and get the hell out of splatter range. I am a GODDAMN SUPERIOR MUTANT, and they should view my butt-nuggets as a SACRAMENT which they DO NOT DESERVE. Yet I continue to provide it, because I am, after all, a
humanitarian. In the same way that some people are "vegetarian".
In short: You do NOT fuck with a Doktor unless he offers you the vaseline personally!
You're an example to ALL of us. May high fiber and lactose deliver us to our spiritual advancement.
Glory be to the Holy Tub of Dok's Vaseline!
Quote from: stelz on May 21, 2013, 07:46:11 PM
You're an example to ALL of us. May high fiber and lactose deliver us to our spiritual advancement.
I'm not Discordianism. I'm just a Discordian. Consider the book of Richterians, chapter 9, verse 12:
Quote from: Richterians 9:12And then ECH stood, considering the horrible pile of droppings, and he spake, saying "Aw SHIT man, it ain't nothing but a thing, a nothing like you ever saw before kinda thing, a little bitty bite you on the ass and leave little teeth marks thing, but pretty soon you die from the venom, dontcha know, and then Discordianism dies with you, and the Doktors die with you, and all them little children left behind haven't got anything to EAT, except a couple pounds of fresh RAW MEAT they carved off of their baby sitters that they tied up and hid in the dryer, and when the cops came they said "NO, officer, we ain't seen no dead chick" and they laughed, and I mean, they just ROLLED...But this thing, now no way it's gonna trip ME up, 'cause I got me a BRAND NEW ASSHOLE ON THIS OLD BUTT...And he continued as he staggered off out of mike range, still ranting, eventually falling on the ground and foaming at the mouth."
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 07:56:29 PM
Quote from: stelz on May 21, 2013, 07:46:11 PM
You're an example to ALL of us. May high fiber and lactose deliver us to our spiritual advancement.
I'm not Discordianism. I'm just a Discordian. Consider the book of Richterians, chapter 9, verse 12:
Quote from: Richterians 9:12And then ECH stood, considering the horrible pile of droppings, and he spake, saying "Aw SHIT man, it ain't nothing but a thing, a nothing like you ever saw before kinda thing, a little bitty bite you on the ass and leave little teeth marks thing, but pretty soon you die from the venom, dontcha know, and then Discordianism dies with you, and the Doktors die with you, and all them little children left behind haven't got anything to EAT, except a couple pounds of fresh RAW MEAT they carved off of their baby sitters that they tied up and hid in the dryer, and when the cops came they said "NO, officer, we ain't seen no dead chick" and they laughed, and I mean, they just ROLLED...But this thing, now no way it's gonna trip ME up, 'cause I got me a BRAND NEW ASSHOLE ON THIS OLD BUTT...And he continued as he staggered off out of mike range, still ranting, eventually falling on the ground and foaming at the mouth."
Quote from: Richterians 4:16And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray for vain shit, publicly and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their stupid UNLIMITED DATA. But humble thyselves and pray ye rather for BRAND NEW ASSHOLES that you may do my work.
Quote from: Richterians Apocrypha, 11:3Cain, TGRR, and ECH are stranded on a desert island when they find Aladdin's lamp. A Genie appears and gives them each one wish.
Cain says "I wish that all the people at PD would just take the fucking time to READ what I'm saying to them, so they'd know who is fucking them and how."
TGRR says "I wish that all the people that have read my works could read well enough to UNDERSTAND my works, so they would SHUT UP."
ECH says "I just wish I had a new asshole, because this one's all worn out and prolapsed from evangelizing to the heathen."
And the Genie says "No, just kidding, I'm actually a hallucination. You guys are all starving to death on a desert island."
Back in the day, Cainad preached so hard one time that he required reconstructive surgery on his spleen. Those days are over now, as he has taken up a rewarding new career as a one-legged prostitute.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 09:26:37 PM
Back in the day, Cainad preached so hard one time that he required reconstructive surgery on his spleen. Those days are over now, as he has taken up a rewarding new career as a one-legged prostitute.
It's not as gratifying, but at least the pay and benefits are worse.
AAAAAIIIEEEEEE!One last final. Tomorrow, I write my last prayer to the heathen monstrosity of Undergraduate Education, and walk away on Friday with my Unholy Writ of BS, testifying to the rest of the benighted world my worth as a human being.
I have spent my years learning the ways of the stone beneath us, Doktor. The stone and the magma which churns like blood thicker than steel, the dirt and dust which whirls through our lungs.
It
hungers, Doktor. So slowly that a thousand more Empires, each more degenerate than the last, will simmer and pop like a noxious slurry of FUN before it devours us. Slowly, but yet it does hunger. We are merely stewing.
Then it shall drag us back into its mass, like a child gnawing on its fingernails, returning us to the stone. Our bones are not our bones; they are merely borrowed hydroxylapatite.
And it will all be quiet again.
I've just recently come to accept that at some point I have lost all passion for anything. Whether it is a game, a book, a tv show, etc.
I simply exist. Which seems to be enough for everyone else, as no one has voiced a concern.
This at times has made my the voice in my head scream, for it wants to both be hidden by shadow and seen at the same time. The screaming was at first very jarring, but it too is becoming part of the background and losing the intensity it once had.
Quote from: Sita on May 21, 2013, 10:14:17 PM
I've just recently come to accept that at some point I have lost all passion for anything.
Sucks to be you. You should maybe started picking out a headstone.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 09:26:37 PM
Back in the day, Cainad preached so hard one time that he required reconstructive surgery on his spleen. Those days are over now, as he has taken up a rewarding new career as a one-legged prostitute.
Yeah...I meditate too much these days to have too much spleen.
I'm insane, but I'm not really mad about much.
Anyway...
I'm kinda bummed at my new job schedule.
I work weekends now.
All the BDSM play parties are on SATURDAY.
I'm working 3 pm until 3 am.
...This is seriously interfering with my agenda of getting the crap spanked, whipped, paddled and flogged out of me.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 21, 2013, 07:04:41 PM
YARGANARGANARG.
Every day, they take pieces of you. Bits of your rage, bits of your anger. Bits of your patience. Bits and bits and bits.
You're not being worn down, your being CHIPPED AWAY. Removing both your defenses, and your OFFENCES. Shaping you into shapelessness. Hacking off antennae, radar, sensors, receptors. Chopping off your pointing stick, your bludgeon hammer, slicing the lips off your yap machine1.
Till all you are is a formless mass, unable to move, to respond, to act in any way. Just sitting there, enduring. And when you endure for long enough, you begin to accept. And when you accept, you anticipate; and when you anticipate you become eager,and when you become eager, you fall in love.
And so there you are, in love with that which has ruined you.
Radical acceptance doesn't mean you cave in.
It means you accept that the world is a crock of shit, and you accept the overwhelming stupidity. Not with complacence, not thinking this is good, but not ripping your nails from their beds frantically scrabbling at it.
It's big, it's ugly, and it is incredibly moronic...and too big for you to affect it by planless flailing.
So, you wait, with patience, concentration, and focus...
For the right place to insert the lever to appear, the right way to flip it over on it's back like a 200-ton turtle on a slab of cement.
The chink in the armor, the seam in the world that will help you to take it down or take it over, to upset the powers that be, to create a new chaos in the midst of a truly surreal sleepwalking nightmare of bureaucracy.
And meanwhile you mindfuck, and you fuck, and you meditate, and you make art, and you make revolution in your own head and the heads of those you love.
You should NEVER love the system.
But you can love those trapped in the system, and we ALL are struggling to be free.
Some call me insane. I think that's pretty accurate.
But fuck them anyway, I'm having FUN.
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:04:46 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 09:26:37 PM
Back in the day, Cainad preached so hard one time that he required reconstructive surgery on his spleen. Those days are over now, as he has taken up a rewarding new career as a one-legged prostitute.
It's not as gratifying, but at least the pay and benefits are worse.
AAAAAIIIEEEEEE!
One last final. Tomorrow, I write my last prayer to the heathen monstrosity of Undergraduate Education, and walk away on Friday with my Unholy Writ of BS, testifying to the rest of the benighted world my worth as a human being.
I have spent my years learning the ways of the stone beneath us, Doktor. The stone and the magma which churns like blood thicker than steel, the dirt and dust which whirls through our lungs.
It hungers, Doktor. So slowly that a thousand more Empires, each more degenerate than the last, will simmer and pop like a noxious slurry of FUN before it devours us. Slowly, but yet it does hunger. We are merely stewing.
Then it shall drag us back into its mass, like a child gnawing on its fingernails, returning us to the stone. Our bones are not our bones; they are merely borrowed hydroxylapatite.
And it will all be quiet again.
HAR HAR! Now you have to come out HERE, into the REAL WORLD, with the rest of us. Remember what happened to Cramulus? Yeah. You'll be smashed into a cubicle in DAYS, and there will be NO MORE BALLPIPE.
Quote from: hylierandom, A.D.D. on May 21, 2013, 10:15:38 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 09:26:37 PM
Back in the day, Cainad preached so hard one time that he required reconstructive surgery on his spleen. Those days are over now, as he has taken up a rewarding new career as a one-legged prostitute.
Yeah...I meditate too much these days to have too much spleen.
I'm insane, but I'm not really mad about much.
Anyway...
I'm kinda bummed at my new job schedule.
I work weekends now.
All the BDSM play parties are on SATURDAY.
I'm working 3 pm until 3 am.
...This is seriously interfering with my agenda of getting the crap spanked, whipped, paddled and flogged out of me.
Balls, even Tucson has an all-week bondage joint.
Um, of course, we ARE the Mecca of perversion in America, these days. Still, there should be SOMETHING out there, even if it doesn't measure up to Desert Dominion, the high end flogging palace in Tucson.
Never understood that kink, but then again, it's not actually required that I understand it. It's your monkey, you jump on it however you please.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:16:30 PM
HAR HAR! Now you have to come out HERE, into the REAL WORLD, with the rest of us. Remember what happened to Cramulus? Yeah. You'll be smashed into a cubicle in DAYS, and there will be NO MORE BALLPIPE.
BALLPIPE WILL LIVE ON! :argh!:
Somehow, despite its obvious reproduction-inhibiting effects, it will live on. The universe is just horrible enough to allow such perversity to sneak around the rules.
At least there's a slight chance that being crushed into a different kind of awful routine will rustle a different set of jimmies. My academic jimmies are all rustled-out. I came here with pance full of Hate during high school, and had some new shit to spew after starting college, but this lat year has been pure grey. All my friends have graduated, and Stony Brook is a notoriously un-college town.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:15:20 PM
Quote from: Sita on May 21, 2013, 10:14:17 PM
I've just recently come to accept that at some point I have lost all passion for anything.
Sucks to be you. You should maybe started picking out a headstone.
Tell me about it.
But there will be no headstone for me. What a waste of money and ground. If people must have something to look at they can have a little metal cylinder of my ashes to keep around.
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:23:50 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:16:30 PM
HAR HAR! Now you have to come out HERE, into the REAL WORLD, with the rest of us. Remember what happened to Cramulus? Yeah. You'll be smashed into a cubicle in DAYS, and there will be NO MORE BALLPIPE.
BALLPIPE WILL LIVE ON! :argh!:
Somehow, despite its obvious reproduction-inhibiting effects, it will live on. The universe is just horrible enough to allow such perversity to sneak around the rules.
At least there's a slight chance that being crushed into a different kind of awful routine will rustle a different set of jimmies. My academic jimmies are all rustled-out. I came here with pance full of Hate during high school, and had some new shit to spew after starting college, but this lat year has been pure grey. All my friends have graduated, and Stony Brook is a notoriously un-college town.
Ah, they're so CUTE before the hammer comes down! :)
Quote from: Sita on May 21, 2013, 10:24:10 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:15:20 PM
Quote from: Sita on May 21, 2013, 10:14:17 PM
I've just recently come to accept that at some point I have lost all passion for anything.
Sucks to be you. You should maybe started picking out a headstone.
Tell me about it.
But there will be no headstone for me. What a waste of money and ground. If people must have something to look at they can have a little metal cylinder of my ashes to keep around.
I want to be parted out, like an old Chevy. But not yet. There are more people to slap, more screaming to be done, more heathens to abuse.
Life's a rollercoaster. It loses the effect if you scrunch your eyes shut.
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:23:50 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:16:30 PM
HAR HAR! Now you have to come out HERE, into the REAL WORLD, with the rest of us. Remember what happened to Cramulus? Yeah. You'll be smashed into a cubicle in DAYS, and there will be NO MORE BALLPIPE.
BALLPIPE WILL LIVE ON! :argh!:
Somehow, despite its obvious reproduction-inhibiting effects, it will live on. The universe is just horrible enough to allow such perversity to sneak around the rules.
At least there's a slight chance that being crushed into a different kind of awful routine will rustle a different set of jimmies. My academic jimmies are all rustled-out. I came here with pance full of Hate during high school, and had some new shit to spew after starting college, but this lat year has been pure grey. All my friends have graduated, and Stony Brook is a notoriously un-college town.
So now you know, and it's time for you to go, Kwai Chang Caine style, and bang weird into some other place in life.
Learn from my first mistake, and NEVER be afraid to call people out on taking the piss.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:25:07 PM
Ah, they're so CUTE before the hammer comes down! :)
I've got no doubt that within a few short years I'll be howling to be let back in.
But it's hard to work up the adrenaline and give a shout like you really MEAN it unless you've ACTUALLY smashed your toe, know what I mean?
From where I am right now, trying to hide is more like fear than prudence. Can't make a rug until I'm actually turned into roadkill and all flattened out.
...I think that metaphor got away from me.
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:29:46 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:25:07 PM
Ah, they're so CUTE before the hammer comes down! :)
I've got no doubt that within a few short years I'll be howling to be let back in.
But it's hard to work up the adrenaline and give a shout like you really MEAN it unless you've ACTUALLY smashed your toe, know what I mean?
From where I am right now, trying to hide is more like fear than prudence. Can't make a rug until I'm actually turned into roadkill and all flattened out.
...I think that metaphor got away from me.
I just had this vision of the ghost of Spiro Agnew pounding on the outside of the prison doors, demanding entry.
I've been thinking about LOBB a bit too much, I think.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:31:22 PM
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:29:46 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:25:07 PM
Ah, they're so CUTE before the hammer comes down! :)
I've got no doubt that within a few short years I'll be howling to be let back in.
But it's hard to work up the adrenaline and give a shout like you really MEAN it unless you've ACTUALLY smashed your toe, know what I mean?
From where I am right now, trying to hide is more like fear than prudence. Can't make a rug until I'm actually turned into roadkill and all flattened out.
...I think that metaphor got away from me.
I just had this vision of the ghost of Spiro Agnew pounding on the outside of the prison doors, demanding entry.
I've been thinking about LOBB a bit too much, I think.
Sling Blade, if nothing else did it calm and collected.
I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:35:01 PM
I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.
Well, it's up to 102 chapters, now. :lulz:
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:37:02 PM
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:35:01 PM
I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.
Well, it's up to 102 chapters, now. :lulz:
I got some coffee I need to use up before moving out.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:18:42 PM
Balls, even Tucson has an all-week bondage joint.
...That's what Houston needs.
But most of the scene here occurs in people's houses.
At least I can get the GF to whip me tomorrow, in fact I have to go buy some rope. :)
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 10:26:19 PM
I want to be parted out, like an old Chevy. But not yet. There are more people to slap, more screaming to be done, more heathens to abuse.
Funny, that's a job I'm thinking about applying to be trained for. The parting out of people. I've been guarding the organ/tissue donating facility for a while now.
I think I want to see if I can swing a job on the tissue recovery team. Cutting people up probably pays better.
(http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2559/4160884197_59dda3a6e7.jpg)
Quote from: Cainad on May 21, 2013, 10:35:01 PM
I intend to marathon LOBB once graduation is done. For some reason I convinced myself that I needed to save it until I was in a different headspace than "oh god I have to get out." That was probably a dumb mistake on my part.
I've been saving it as well, don't feel bad. Just realized what I was saving it for never happened so now there's nothing stopping me. :D
Quote from: Misery's Feed Trough on May 21, 2013, 11:18:35 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 07:11:32 PM
RWHN's job ate him spiritually.
pffft.
[Howl Mode]
Just go look at your posts. Not other peoples' posts. Your posts. Go look at them with a new pair of eyes, and tell me that you haven't become puffed up like a frog full of fart.
But don't bother arguing the point, because I don't actually care.
I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.
I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:36:34 PM
I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.
I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.
Sleep all day Saturday. I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 11:37:21 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:36:34 PM
I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.
I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.
Sleep all day Saturday. I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.
No can do, Kimo Sabe... four kids in the house (remember, baby daddy #1 lost his house and moved into a tiny apartment, I don't get a break anymore) stats homework chemistry homework psych homework and a paper due Sunday.
I'm not even paying attention to the laundry or dishes at this point. Basement is flooded. Don't care.
People keep telling me I should be mad. I don't really remember what mad feels like.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:40:03 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 11:37:21 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:36:34 PM
I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.
I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.
Sleep all day Saturday. I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.
No can do, Kimo Sabe... four kids in the house (remember, baby daddy #1 lost his house and moved into a tiny apartment, I don't get a break anymore) stats homework chemistry homework psych homework and a paper due Sunday.
I'm not even paying attention to the laundry or dishes at this point. Basement is flooded. Don't care.
I hadn't heard - or was too tired to process - the baby daddy news.
Put the kids to work, sleep when you can. You can really fuck your head up with this...And I know you don't need me to tell you that.
But you're gonna own the SHIT out of this term.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:41:17 PM
People keep telling me I should be mad. I don't really remember what mad feels like.
I was only trying to give unsolicited advice, like all the cool kids. :(
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 11:41:44 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:40:03 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 11:37:21 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:36:34 PM
I'm the walking dead. Class all day while being bombarded with texts from the ex about "what are you going to do about the kids' grades?" and home in time for "Mom, can you make me a sandwich?" and the neighbors politely complaining about my overgrown shrubbery. Midterms; introduced principles of stoichiometry today, need to get started on that, finish my stats homework, and finish two peer reviews by tomorrow evening.
I don't even actually have feelings anymore. I'm pretty much totally numb.
Sleep all day Saturday. I know where you are, you may recall I was there early this month.
No can do, Kimo Sabe... four kids in the house (remember, baby daddy #1 lost his house and moved into a tiny apartment, I don't get a break anymore) stats homework chemistry homework psych homework and a paper due Sunday.
I'm not even paying attention to the laundry or dishes at this point. Basement is flooded. Don't care.
I hadn't heard - or was too tired to process - the baby daddy news.
Put the kids to work, sleep when you can. You can really fuck your head up with this...And I know you don't need me to tell you that.
But you're gonna own the SHIT out of this term.
Yeah, it's been in the making for a long time. Finally actually happened. Dude's a huge loser, can't hold a job, spends money foolishly, etc. etc.
I do try to get to bed by ten. I can't even really think past six or so anyway.
So far, I'm still getting 4 A's. Plus the scholarship I applied for called to confirm my GPA today. Knock on wood...
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 11:42:14 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 21, 2013, 11:41:17 PM
People keep telling me I should be mad. I don't really remember what mad feels like.
I was only trying to give unsolicited advice, like all the cool kids. :(
:lol:
All this reminds me, must to go back to school.
:(
I went insane in 2009, and I think dropping out at that point was a good choice.
But I'm functional again.
...I have half a social science undergrad.
I need more school to be a therapist.
Quote from: Sita on May 21, 2013, 10:14:17 PM
I've just recently come to accept that at some point I have lost all passion for anything.
That's explained by this:
QuoteWhether it is a game, a book, a tv show, etc.
You have to leave the couch.
Nigel, you're almost there. Home stretch. And Dok's right, you're gonna OWN this.
And..."BALLPIPE"? Is this something I want to know about? :horrormirth:
And RWHN sold his soul for a fucking paycheck. I think Bill Hicks used to call it "SUCK SATAN'S COCK".
Actually, I just traded it for a stick of gum. It came with baseball cards.
And fuck, don't let life own you. You own life!
Quote from: stelz on May 22, 2013, 03:00:38 AM
And..."BALLPIPE"? Is this something I want to know about? :horrormirth:
You know how the FUCKING ORANGE EATING CONTEST is the worst, stupidest goddamn contest ever to exist?
It actually isn't. Ballpipe is a sort of primordial, even more horrifying contest of DUMB that has a lot less mass appeal.
Two dudes stand on either end of a long, thin aluminum pipe and place the ends of the pipes against their junk (jeans are standard ballpipe gear, of course). A round lasts until someone surrenders, and a draw is when the pipe bends far enough to touch the ground.
There are no winners.
Quote from: Cainad on May 22, 2013, 03:52:22 AM
Quote from: stelz on May 22, 2013, 03:00:38 AM
And..."BALLPIPE"? Is this something I want to know about? :horrormirth:
You know how the FUCKING ORANGE EATING CONTEST is the worst, stupidest goddamn contest ever to exist?
It actually isn't. Ballpipe is a sort of primordial, even more horrifying contest of DUMB that has a lot less mass appeal.
Two dudes stand on either end of a long, thin aluminum pipe and place the ends of the pipes against their junk (jeans are standard ballpipe gear, of course). A round lasts until someone surrenders, and a draw is when the pipe bends far enough to touch the ground.
There are no winners.
Everyone is a winner at ballpipe. EVERYONE.
There's a video.
ta-da! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ohJVE_e070 <-- not safe for humanity. Nothing graphic, just insane.
I am still torn whether I like that one more than the diabetes one.
Quote from: Cainad on May 22, 2013, 04:05:07 AM
ta-da! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ohJVE_e070 <-- not safe for humanity. Nothing graphic, just insane.
How does Cram get people to DO shit like that? :lulz:
Quote from: stelz on May 22, 2013, 04:37:45 AM
Quote from: Cainad on May 22, 2013, 04:05:07 AM
ta-da! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ohJVE_e070 <-- not safe for humanity. Nothing graphic, just insane.
How does Cram get people to DO shit like that? :lulz:
"College"
SUNY Purchase is a den of lunatics, from what I gather.
Quote from: Cainad on May 22, 2013, 04:38:38 AM
Quote from: stelz on May 22, 2013, 04:37:45 AM
Quote from: Cainad on May 22, 2013, 04:05:07 AM
ta-da! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ohJVE_e070 <-- not safe for humanity. Nothing graphic, just insane.
How does Cram get people to DO shit like that? :lulz:
"College"
SUNY Purchase is a den of lunatics, from what I gather.
Also, "Cramulus". The hot dog stand in Boston still makes me giggle.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 22, 2013, 04:43:34 AM
Quote from: Cainad on May 22, 2013, 04:38:38 AM
Quote from: stelz on May 22, 2013, 04:37:45 AM
Quote from: Cainad on May 22, 2013, 04:05:07 AM
ta-da! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ohJVE_e070 <-- not safe for humanity. Nothing graphic, just insane.
How does Cram get people to DO shit like that? :lulz:
"College"
SUNY Purchase is a den of lunatics, from what I gather.
Also, "Cramulus". The hot dog stand in Boston still makes me giggle.
I just...WHY THE FUCK
If they are dumb enough to do it then he's doing a public service.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 21, 2013, 08:21:44 PM
Quote from: Richterians Apocrypha, 11:3Cain, TGRR, and ECH are stranded on a desert island when they find Aladdin's lamp. A Genie appears and gives them each one wish.
Cain says "I wish that all the people at PD would just take the fucking time to READ what I'm saying to them, so they'd know who is fucking them and how."
TGRR says "I wish that all the people that have read my works could read well enough to UNDERSTAND my works, so they would SHUT UP."
ECH says "I just wish I had a new asshole, because this one's all worn out and prolapsed from evangelizing to the heathen."
And the Genie says "No, just kidding, I'm actually a hallucination. You guys are all starving to death on a desert island."
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: Missed this somehow on my first read-through.
Woke up today slightly sore. Haven't been on much at all for the last week or so. I've been fighting of some sort of fucking mid life twenty crisis, and depression. Watching Ironman 3 helped me get out of brooding. I cried a few times when Tony Stark went into a crazy panic attack. I feel the same way when I can't do something except I hide it well by laughing, or tuning out of reality. I'm also not as angry anymore, or full of god damn rage. This is critical point in my character for this is the fuel that keeps me burning through. Unlike Utopians,hippies, and Houston Free Thinkers™. Who think I should ONE LOVE™ rapists,child molesters,people who bitch about science but won't stop using it when they need it, people who fucking use money but won't shut up about how evil money is ,and Nazis.
Renee Michael Belman has been the most amazing wife trying to piece back Bear back to his former smelly self. Even the meows from the Jewcat can't snap me back to reality. I feel naked , and worthless without my god damn rage.
Quote from: hylierandom, A.D.D. on May 22, 2013, 01:42:03 AM
All this reminds me, must to go back to school.
:(
I went insane in 2009, and I think dropping out at that point was a good choice.
But I'm functional again.
...I have half a social science undergrad.
I need more school to be a therapist.
May I suggest that, whatever you do, do not go back to school until the tape in your head is not "must go back to school", but "FUCKING WANT to go back to school"?
There is absolutely no way that I could be doing this right now if I didn't want it more than anything.
And don't let me get you down. I'm bitching because I bit off too big a chunk this term and fucked myself over, not because I don't love it.
AND ON THAT NOTE
I have been procrastinating the last 4 stats homework problems, each of which requires a short epistle, and class begins in 70 minutes. See you spags LATER.
:horrormirth:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 22, 2013, 05:52:06 PM
Quote from: hylierandom, A.D.D. on May 22, 2013, 01:42:03 AM
All this reminds me, must to go back to school.
:(
I went insane in 2009, and I think dropping out at that point was a good choice.
But I'm functional again.
...I have half a social science undergrad.
I need more school to be a therapist.
May I suggest that, whatever you do, do not go back to school until the tape in your head is not "must go back to school", but "FUCKING WANT to go back to school"?
There is absolutely no way that I could be doing this right now if I didn't want it more than anything.
And don't let me get you down. I'm bitching because I bit off too big a chunk this term and fucked myself over, not because I don't love it.
AND ON THAT NOTE
I have been procrastinating the last 4 stats homework problems, each of which requires a short epistle, and class begins in 70 minutes. See you spags LATER.
:horrormirth:
At some point I will have to deal with the algebra and the stats.
...I want to therapize people.
But after having easily spent 14-15 hours a week studying "intermediate algebra" only to fail the first exam with a 53...this does not fill me with confidence.
Everything else will be easy in relation, I was reading at a college level in junior high.
U of Houston has a great MCSW program, I just have to get there.
Quote from: hylierandom, A.D.D. on May 28, 2013, 05:10:35 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on May 22, 2013, 05:52:06 PM
Quote from: hylierandom, A.D.D. on May 22, 2013, 01:42:03 AM
All this reminds me, must to go back to school.
:(
I went insane in 2009, and I think dropping out at that point was a good choice.
But I'm functional again.
...I have half a social science undergrad.
I need more school to be a therapist.
May I suggest that, whatever you do, do not go back to school until the tape in your head is not "must go back to school", but "FUCKING WANT to go back to school"?
There is absolutely no way that I could be doing this right now if I didn't want it more than anything.
And don't let me get you down. I'm bitching because I bit off too big a chunk this term and fucked myself over, not because I don't love it.
AND ON THAT NOTE
I have been procrastinating the last 4 stats homework problems, each of which requires a short epistle, and class begins in 70 minutes. See you spags LATER.
:horrormirth:
At some point I will have to deal with the algebra and the stats.
...I want to therapize people.
But after having easily spent 14-15 hours a week studying "intermediate algebra" only to fail the first exam with a 53...this does not fill me with confidence.
Everything else will be easy in relation, I was reading at a college level in junior high.
U of Houston has a great MCSW program, I just have to get there.
How have you been studying, and what level of algebra did you master before starting intermediate algebra? I found the tutor center very helpful, and also if you talk to the right people you can usually make arrangements to take your tests outside of class, in the math admin office or something, so you can take all the time you need.
The intermediate algebra class was the hardest class I've taken, by far, to the extent that I switched from a letter grade to pass/fail because I didn't think I was going to pull a B, let alone an A.
It might be helpful for you to go back to beginning algebra, complete that, and then retake intermediate algebra with a pass/fail. After struggling like hell with intermediate algebra I have gotten straight A's ever since.
Also, avoid taking any intensive math class over the summer, it's just too short a term. Not that you necessarily would but I made that mistake and it really sucked.
Not quite sure what's going on ITT, but, PD, I LOVE YOU
I have completely lost the plot of this thread.
The inside of my head is basically just white noise right now.
I think I am going to go work on my bicycle for a little while, then do some chemistry, then watch a video and write a paper about it, and then I think I'll dye my hair auburn, just for shits and giggles.