Roger,

[EK WAFFLR]

I've been thinking lately. About my MASSIVE amounts of RAGE AND HATRED, that's been festering inside me for as long as I can remember. For the better part of a decade I went onstage and spewed it out until my throat, brain, and all my muscles were sore.

But now? Nothing.

It's still there, but it has been festering inside me like a particularly cancerous tumor.
Have I become complacent? Am I too comfortable with my quiet, yet insane, Belgian countryside life?
I don't know, Roger.

What I do know, is that I need a burst of some kind to get it out again. A jolt of cytostatic electricity, perhaps.

I woke up today and felt this need to write this to you. Because you are HOLY™. How do I get the Holies, Roger?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I've been thinking lately. About my MASSIVE amounts of RAGE AND HATRED, that's been festering inside me for as long as I can remember. For the better part of a decade I went onstage and spewed it out until my throat, brain, and all my muscles were sore.

But now? Nothing.

It's still there, but it has been festering inside me like a particularly cancerous tumor.
Have I become complacent? Am I too comfortable with my quiet, yet insane, Belgian countryside life?
I don't know, Roger.

What I do know, is that I need a burst of some kind to get it out again. A jolt of cytostatic electricity, perhaps.

I woke up today and felt this need to write this to you. Because you are HOLY™. How do I get the Holies, Roger?

Well, that's kind of a complex question.  You seem to have a bit of ennui going on, there.  Happens to everyone.  If you're looking for MINDLESS RAGE in the musical sense, I refer you to Dimo, who has always been a big help in that respect.

If, on the other hand, you're just too damn blown out to vent your rage in a TOWERING, TERRIFYING PROJECTION-VOMITUS OF WRATH, then here's my advice:

1.  Pick a politician you despise.  Write him a congratulatory letter inducting him into a made-up order of knighthood for his good works.  For example, I wrote Dennis Hastert a form letter (with the dates and times, etc, penciled in) congratulating him on his induction into the Loyal Order of Robert MacNamara for dragging America from peace and prosperity to bankruptcy and war in less than    2.5    years.  Be sure that nothing in the letter even vaguely resembles a threat, and make sure to give yourself loads of titles and initials after your name.

2.  Pick someone you know personally that pisses you off.  Call them on the phone and blast them for it.  It's even BETTER if you go to voicemail.  Be sure not to mention WHAT it was that pissed you off, just act like it's assumed.

3.  Call someone out on their bullshit, to their face.

Do these three things at least once each, and you should find that your rage gland will take it from there.  If not, I suggest you contact my colleague, Doktor Howl, and he will fix you right up.  Hell, he'll fix the hell out of you, until you can't stop bellowing in gratitude.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Expressing rage is the key.

And that's a skill.  You have to practice it.

[EK WAFFLR]

Thank you, Roger. I will do all those things.

I really need to practice my rage expression. I have so much anger I want to vent, and write about, but the words are unable to escape my brains.

[Junkenstein]

Expressing rage is the key.

And that's a skill.  You have to practice it.

Amen.

The best way is to live among people you despise, working in a place you would gladly burn down until you feel the pressure start to build.

Then just go and talk to someone.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Thank you, Roger. I will do all those things.

I really need to practice my rage expression. I have so much anger I want to vent, and write about, but the words are unable to escape my brains.

Roger's Rule:  Shut up and write.  Just do it.  You'll be surprised at what comes out, once you actually open a file and start hitting keys.  The trick is to not overthink it.  Just sit down and WRITE.  Thinking and/or planning ahead only leads to trouble.

Likewise when crapping in peoples' voicemail.  I have no idea what I'm going to say when I'm dialling, which leads to enigmatic shit that confuses the hell out of people some of the time, and REALLY angry return messages the rest of the time...Both of which are a win.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Expressing rage is the key.

And that's a skill.  You have to practice it.

Amen.

The best way is to live among people you despise, working in a place you would gladly burn down until you feel the pressure start to build.

Then just go and talk to someone.

I GRIN while I do it.

People don't know what to do.  Your body language says "friendly", but there's horror coming out of your mouth.

[LMNO]

Likewise when crapping in peoples' voicemail.  I have no idea what I'm going to say when I'm dialling, which leads to enigmatic shit that confuses the hell out of people some of the time, and REALLY angry return messages the rest of the time...Both of which are a win.

I still need to make that fierce bitch track with all your email messages I saved...

[Junkenstein]

Expressing rage is the key.

And that's a skill.  You have to practice it.

Amen.

The best way is to live among people you despise, working in a place you would gladly burn down until you feel the pressure start to build.

Then just go and talk to someone.

I GRIN while I do it.

People don't know what to do.  Your body language says "friendly", but there's horror coming out of your mouth.

Oh you've got to SMILE. It delays the brain by around 15 seconds with the sharpest thinkers round here. You've already told them they're a fucking idiot and you're into why before they catch up. Then it's just stuttering until the "Get out of my sight".

Again, it's about 15 seconds of walking before they realise they came to ask me something that they actually need to know.

I tried being nice and friendly here. I really did. It's either this or KILL A MOTHERFUCKER.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Likewise when crapping in peoples' voicemail.  I have no idea what I'm going to say when I'm dialling, which leads to enigmatic shit that confuses the hell out of people some of the time, and REALLY angry return messages the rest of the time...Both of which are a win.

I still need to make that fierce bitch track with all your email messages I saved...

WOOOOOOOO

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Expressing rage is the key.

And that's a skill.  You have to practice it.

Amen.

The best way is to live among people you despise, working in a place you would gladly burn down until you feel the pressure start to build.

Then just go and talk to someone.

I GRIN while I do it.

People don't know what to do.  Your body language says "friendly", but there's horror coming out of your mouth.

Oh you've got to SMILE. It delays the brain by around 15 seconds with the sharpest thinkers round here. You've already told them they're a fucking idiot and you're into why before they catch up. Then it's just stuttering until the "Get out of my sight".

Again, it's about 15 seconds of walking before they realise they came to ask me something that they actually need to know.

I tried being nice and friendly here. I really did. It's either this or KILL A MOTHERFUCKER.

I go to them.  It's a sport.

[EK WAFFLR]

Well, here's the thing. I like my job. I like the people around me. I'm vaguely satisfied with my life.

My god. I have gotten a case of the complacency.

[Cain]

Well, here's the thing. I like my job. I like the people around me. I'm vaguely satisfied with my life.

My god. I have gotten a case of the complacency.

I had that.

I decided to move several countries away to shake it up.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Well, here's the thing. I like my job. I like the people around me. I'm vaguely satisfied with my life.

My god. I have gotten a case of the complacency.

Um, rage-faking is a filthy fucking habit.  If you're actually HAPPY, then go BE happy.  I mean, I'M happy.  True, I am at my happiest when I'm spazzing the fuck out, but I'm happy.

And then...

And then...

And then...

THIS HAPPENED

http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2417600,00.asp

Consumer polls find EA Games to be the worst company in America, beating out Comcast, Ticketmaster, and even Bank of America, on account of they release crappy software.

Yes, fuck us all you please, but those fucking video games better load RIGHT UP TO THE MINUTE THAT THE LIGHTS GO OUT.

IT'S FUCKING HOPELESS.  PEOPLE ARE STUPID.  EVERYBODY DIE, AND UNTIL YOU GET AROUND TO THAT...

SHUT
YOUR
STUPID
FUCKING
FACES!

[EK WAFFLR]

And then...

And then...

And then...

THIS HAPPENED

http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2417600,00.asp

Consumer polls find EA Games to be the worst company in America, beating out Comcast, Ticketmaster, and even Bank of America, on account of they release crappy software.

Yes, fuck us all you please, but those fucking video games better load RIGHT UP TO THE MINUTE THAT THE LIGHTS GO OUT.

IT'S FUCKING HOPELESS.  PEOPLE ARE STUPID.  EVERYBODY DIE, AND UNTIL YOU GET AROUND TO THAT...

SHUT
YOUR
STUPID
FUCKING
FACES!

THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Well, here's the thing. I like my job. I like the people around me. I'm vaguely satisfied with my life.

My god. I have gotten a case of the complacency.

Um, rage-faking is a filthy fucking habit.  If you're actually HAPPY, then go BE happy.  I mean, I'M happy.  True, I am at my happiest when I'm spazzing the fuck out, but I'm happy.

The rage is there, as I said earlier, but due, in part at least, to me beingf moderately happy, I am unable to get it out, and it's driving me nuts!