A SHOW OF HANDS

[Doktor Howl]

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I CAN'T SPELL YOU!

[NotPublished]

Its missing a bit

[Captain Utopia]

I'm more concerned about the '2' in there.  Also, too much alternation to be random.

[NotPublished]

Maybe its just 7 bit ASCII .. Never really seen it before

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Sometimes I want to drive off a bridge.

And miss all the cheap laughs?

You have to watch those bridges in Portland, I hear.  They have a siren-song all their own, and then you go bumpity-bump face first along the bottom for a week or two...And when you wash up, you make the poor policeman lose his lunch.

Best to have fun, instead.

They do call to you. It's like in the moments approaching the bridge, you have this moment of wondering whether you'll be able to control the compulsion to veer sharply to the right, take that box right through the railing and over the edge to find the bottom below, whatever that might be. But you don't, most of the time; you white-knuckle the steering wheel and stay the course until you get to the other side and you're in the clear and you don't have to worry about it until you get to the next bridge.

But sometimes, even more than the call of the bridges, there's the desire to drive to the end of the world. I know exactly where it is.

I know exactly what you're talking about. But there doesn't even have to be a bridge anywhere close to you. A lane of oncoming traffic works just as well. For myself, the only thing that sucks about suicide is you can't live through it if you do it right.

Suicide isn't what we're talking about.  We're talking about bridges in Portland, which is murder.

Damn straight. You have to really watch those bastards, or they'll GET you.

So, yesterday I had fun going to my second favorite place in Portland. This time, though, I didn't go inside... I went down to Oaks Bottom and walked below the mausoleum on the outside. I don't know which I like better. In its grey concrete state of semi-decay, looming over the wildlife preserve with the sunlight in glancing slices through the alders and cottonwoods, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I walked up the slope on steps made of pieces of railroad ties set into the dirt and could see, through one of the ground-level windows, the crypts with a view. I wonder if they paid more for those crypts.

It's good to see writing like this again.  I had a very vivid mental picture of that.

Heh, thanks! Maybe I'll start posting a journal.

[Triple Zero]

I'm more concerned about the '2' in there.

Which makes my answer ... not ... ?

[Captain Utopia]

   (in lieu of a hat-doffing emote)

[Rumckle]

Because someone was bound to eventually.

[Juana]

  I like.



I am entirely too social not to have fun. That, and I am easily entertained.

[P3nT4gR4m]

The world is a terrible place, in part, because I have fun

[East Coast Hustle]

The world is a terribly wonderful place.

Everything I ever do is fun, if it stops being fun I just have to slap myself to remind myself that I AM HAVING FUN, GODDAMMIT.

Every plan I make and every intention that I carry are geared towards maximizing MY enjoyment of the world. Some people call that self-centered, magalomaniacal, or narcissistic. I call it a necessary abandonment of outwardly-imposed "higher ideals".

I am not only up for ANY program, but I find that most programs don't go as far into the screaming void as I'd like them to and so I create my OWN programs and invite/trick/force other people into joining my program as I see fit.

Most of the people that have known me for a long time think I am dangerous and possibly unstable and would not want me dating their sister, yet I am the single most demanded presence at parties amongst my peer group and if you have an extra ticket to "insert event here" than I am ALWAYS the first guy you call and ask to go.

I have a handful of real best friends, most of whom I have known for 15 years or longer, who are cut from similar cloth and whose exploits are similarly both legendary and reviled. We have had to scatter ourselves around the world because anytime two of us end up in the same place at the same time, it's like an IRL version of Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man. The last time I was hanging out with one of them, I committed two honest-to-god acts of nautical piracy on the high seas and one of our sidekicks was kidnapped by a pack of coked-up dilettantes with a stolen catamaran and taken to South America against his will. If he was a worthwhile sidekick, he will have thought it was the time of his life (I never saw or heard from him again, but I suspect that's exactly because of how well we instilled that sense of "fun at all costs, nothing is too far" in him).

In short, my entire life is absolutely glorious, even the shittiest parts, and as easy as it is for me to ACT otherwise, I couldn't BE any other way if I tried.

And I don't want to try. I fucking love this world, and my place in it. Anyone who thinks I'm a pessimist or a doomsayer has sorely missed the point.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

  To the wall, ECH. All the way. Love it.

Speaking of which, me and EOT went back to the mausoleum today, and explored the exterior a little more. Next time, I'm taking a camera, because it was completely fabulous. There was even an unidentifiable animal corpse rotting in a pile of ancient construction debris.

[Salty]

I have spent most of my life avoiding anything that resembled fun, anything that looked remotely unsafe or untamed. I still don't have as much fun as I feel I ought to (though, this is mostly due my prolonged case of the babies), but I have recently, mostly through things I have learned through THIS VERY WEBSITE, made a concerted effort to have more fun.

This place has gotten the wheel moving to help me propel myself into RISKY situations and areas I would have avoided in the past to due the potential for conflict.

I have, more or less, made and art of being free of opinions and external reactions, and have tried to make myself as invisible as possible.

I now seek to DESTROY these tendencies as ruthlessly as possible.

SO THANK YOU PD.COM FOR HELPING ME SEE THE SCREECHING LIGHT.

[Faust]

I have fun most days. I get the depression swings (always have) and everything seems hopeless corrupted and horrible, but even those are getting easier to get through because I know it lifts after two or three days.

Even on the hard days I make sure to treat myself to something fun, even if its just 10 minutes drawing in my note pad while on a 12 hour shift.

[NotPublished]

*prayer position*
Thank the Chaos as it always brings understanding