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Can I give everyone a small slice of advice? One which I will surely fail to follow consistently and be raging about in six months?

PLEASE buy a $50 external hard drive, and do a scheduled backup every night at 2 am or whenever is good for you.

I felt pretty dumb for not doing this recently.

My acer netbook has lived through being dropped 6 feet onto concrete, almost a full pint of beer spilling all over the keyboard, and thus the internal components, repeated fist pounding on the keyboard, and flying from the back seat into the front middle console today as I decelerated from about 80 mph 15 feet or so from an almost unnoticed stop sign.  :shrug: 

I love that little netbook.

Okay, now it loads from photobucket, but it's all fucked up.

This is awesome.

It looks okay now from this end.

It seems to be working okay if you're loading from offsite.

This is really impressive, really neat stuff.  Thanks for putting it up.

This thread is indescribably awesome, an absolute jewel.

We even  got the waitress (i.e. drink refiller person) to put some on her nametag. missed out on the pic though.



the napkin dispenser seems to be the only one smiling.

Haha!  This is well beyond awesome.

Cheese makes everything better.

We keep hearing the trumpets through our dead ears, a sighing echo in an age where echoes are only heard in popular culture as the autotune is revealed. This is the echo the shaman and priests heard back in the day, incidentally the same day as this but back then we knew we knew nothing while now we are quite certain that we know everything that is here for we've had enough moments of clarity, enough for one individual to fill a planet

Revisiting the ancient texts we understand something of the else, the lies and deceit we felt was at the heart of the others, the ones not like us, the rest of the six or seven billion inhabiting this blue globe suspended in animation in a vacuum, like watching Heston Blumenthal making aerated chocolate and the old guys were right, all of them were right in any religion you ever dabbled in you found an answer but the answer was not the doctrine

The answer were in isolated events and as we went on with despising the normal man, both joe and jack, brother plumbers and their italian cousins searching for the princess but once they performed actions we like we began loving the game as we still hated the players. Dawn would be upon us and we would be racing, our hearts and minds into triangles of differentiation and as we made a pentagram and called upon chronozon we did not know what we did for we had slipped away from who we were and our metathoughts

the first one hundred pages of the book that brought me here and probably many of you remind me of the last of johnny cash's american recordings, released posthumously the first track is ain't no grave; ain't no grave that can hold my body down. It is partly a WOrk, like what magicians strive for, it is something grander and more thought-through than many other things but it is also cynical, it is a calculated move but why I don't know. Perhaps it will erase the idea many people have about johnny cash and while he did what he did for all those years, the most played song on his spotify list is still hurt.

It is a book I think everyone should read before they turn twenty and those who read it should read it again when they are no longer dumb, when they actually can think for themselves. I think this happened to me last year, I think many things made sense in an air of self-indulgence, weed and games, the destruction of everything anyone who ever wanted activism wanted but I've strayed from discordia, intellectually. I no longer use the snappy one-liners I learned but both my heart any my soul will always belong to eris like they did before I read the book for the first time

Religion is still holy, which is why it is only the lunatic fringe that will hold onto the idea of discord but in the idea of discord there is a truth and it is mentioned in those first hundred pages as something that makes sense and that is the interpretation of the second law of thermodynamics and while entropy is a state most pastry chefs are familiar with, the social interpretation that everything bends towards chaos is reserved for the same lunatic fringe but it is a truth and perhaps the most important one I've discovered concering us

ourselves

and them

This is the best thing.  Truly AWESOME.  Beyond that, I'm speechless.

That was truly awesome.

Wiping your arse can be art if you approach it in the right frame of mind.

  This was sooo the right thing to read upon first waking up this morning.