Heath Ledger is dead, [chat] in disarray!

Aldo

check http://forums.penny-arcade.com/showthread.php?p=4232619#post4232619 btw.

BobCesca

Yay! 300 words written. Only 700 more to go...

Casual Eddy

I await the Meet the Scout video with bated breath.

themightypuck

Fuck what are the odds of The Pixies popping up on my mix at this very moment.

DasUberEdward

Chatulation?

Is that like jubilation?

Quid

Are they still even doing Meet the X videos? I figured they just did those few and that was it.

Oboro

Aldo wrote: »

Hey hey Obo...God has no idea what he's doing. I mean, look at the panda bear.

What the hell, who the hell makes a creature that only eats bamboo, has no camouflage and is a gigantic slowpoke?

Hahaha, stuff like this is what prompted my interest in my family's abandoned Jewish heritage. That's the closest model to my 'secular spirituality' I practice now. God is there, and he is an omnipotent thing, but he doesn't meddle -- he cast the molds and cast into them life, and he cast the dice afterwards and he did not cast anything from that moment onward. He is not some compromising, somehow-altogether-benevolent deity -- he is faulted, in the sense that he created and he knows better than to constantly intervene. 'The righteous of all nations will walk beside [Him] in the Kingdom of Heaven,' and in my mind those who aren't will end up there someday too.

I don't believe there's any use for eternal damnation, not for anyone. After my life, and the lives of people like me that I have seen so utterly destroyed -- and especially because those who befriended me were so often beleaguered themselves, us all together drawn to school like carrion who somehow picked up the primal instincts of herring -- I've seen them die. I've seen so many people live thankless, persecuted, and terrible lives ... and for what?

Part of my belief in an afterlife is reflexive. I stay alive by fantasizing about the things that await me if I don't kill myself. I don't think it's the best coping mechanism, but, well, it's where I am. My God is pretty rad, and he is totally the kind of guy that would make panda bears -- he's also the kind of God that, when the last one finally succumbs and ushers in that terrible extinction, will bring them all up to the pearly gates with party hats on and bamboo liqueur. He'll just, y'know, give 'em a pat on the back and say, "Sorry, dudes."

"I think I was drunk when I came up with this one. Christ. Black and white, huh?"

and now we return to Full Metal Alchemist!, which has somehow inspired this wave of clear thinking in me

oh, if only it were not so fleeting~

Meiz

Casual Eddy wrote: »

I await the Meet the Scout video with bated breath.

Hopefully they won't make it in 7 languages until we get another.

themightypuck

Always been a gamblin' man
Rollin bones with either hand
Seven is the promised land
Early in the mornin'

clownfood

Orobo wrote:

Take my messenger bag as an example. When I'm a guy, it's a mildly out-of-place accessory I carry my books in. When I'm a girl, it is physically the same bag -- but how I use it is different. I carry it differently. When I take it off at the end of the night and it's just hanging from the doorknob, what is it? Is it neutral, then? Is it three things? Is it a paragon of versatility? Because the 'distinction' that I see between men and women is so harsh, that distinction passes onto things like my bag and my clothes. I use socks sometimes as breastforms -- the socks I wear one day are my impromptu breasts the next. How the fuck do you mentally justify that?

Well one could rationalize that certain things just have more than one purpose. I mean a newspaper is not only a source of information, but it makes a handy insect killer. Why must an object have a singular use, a definite gender classification? Why must a particular action be a tell tale sign of masculinity or femininity?

DasUberEdward

Speaking of anime, TTGL. Wtf don't be sad on your second episode. I'm going to get a few hours of sleep. I think my circadian rhythm is broken.

Oh and perception defines everything. So really objects are everything (since they can be perceived in any light) but truly nothing more than their forms.


Depending on how you perceive said forms. Whee circular logic. I have to go to bed.

Casual Eddy

I explained the basic plot of FMA to someone who was skeptical about anime being serious.

...and they try to bring their mom back to life, but they fail, destroying one their bodies and removing an arm. They do bring their mom back to life, in a sense, but all that remains is a twisted abomination. *This when I lean my head back and imitate the harsh, guttural cry that the creature does*

It was pretty rad. They were kind of freaked out to realize that it ain't just pokeymans guys.

themightypuck

My circadian rhythm is completely out of whack. I'm just enjoying listening to music. Somehow it sounds better 4 hours after I should have gone to sleep.

Oboro

I think I might be psychologically addicted to ecstasy, but I think that is better than being physiologically addicted to opiates as I was before I left North Carolina.

Terrible wanton depression is better than withdrawal symptoms! Let's ride the love while we can, guys.

Hacksaw

Quid wrote: »

Are they still even doing Meet the X videos? I figured they just did those few and that was it.

We know for a fact they're doing at least one more.

Quid

Fuck circadian rythms.

Hearthjaw

themightypuck wrote: »

My circadian rhythm is completely out of whack. I'm just enjoying listening to music. Somehow it sounds better 4 hours after I should have gone to sleep.

Everything sounds better 4 hours after you should have gone to sleep.

clownfood

Jesus....why can't I find the text to the poem by Shel Silverstein, "The Devil and Billy Markham."

Anyone have a copy of this?

Hearthjaw

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~lavie/dreamwine/silverstein2.html

The Devil walked into Linebaugh's on a rainy Nashville night
While the lost souls sat and sipped their soup in the sickly yellow neon light.
And the Devil, he looked around the room, then got down on his knees.
He says, "Is there one among you scum who'll roll the dice with me?"
Red, he just strums his guitar, pretending not to hear.
And Eddie, he just looks away and takes another sip of beer.
Vince, he says, "Not me, I'll pass. I've had my share of hell,"
And scribbling on a napkin, some song he was sure would sell.
Ronnie just kept whisperin' low to the snuff queen who clutched at his sleeve.
And somebody coughed -- and the Devil scoffed -- and turned on his heel to leave.
"Hold on", says a voice from the back of the room," 'fore you walk out that door.
If you're lookin' for some action, friend, well, I've rolled some dice before."
And there stood Billy Markham, he'd been on the scene for years,
Singin' all them raunchy songs that the town didn't want to hear.
He'd been cut and bled a thousand time, and his eyes were wise and sad,
And all his songs were the songs of the street, and all his luck was bad.
"I know you," says Billy Markham, "from many a dark and funky place,
But you always spoke in a different voice and wore a different face.
While me, I've gambled here on Music Row with hustlers and with whores,
And, hell, I ain't afraid to roll them devilish dice of yours."
"Well, then, get down," says the Devil, "just as if you was gonna pray,
And take these dice in your luckless hand and I'll tell you how this game is played.
You get one roll -- and you bet your soul -- and if you roll thirteen you win,
And all the joys of flesh and gold are yours to touch and spend.
But if that thirteen don't come up, then kiss your ass goodbye
And will your useless bones to God, 'cause your goddam soul is mine!
"Thirteen?" says Billy Markham. "Hell, I've played in tougher games.
I've loved ambitious women and I've rode on wheel-less trains.
So gimme room, you stinkin' fiend, and let it all unwind.
Nobody's ever rolled a thirteen yet, but this just might be the time."
Then Billy Markham, he takes the dice, and the dice feel as heavy as stones.
"They should, they should," the Devil says, "'cause they're carved from Jesus' bones."
And Billy Markham turns the dice and the dice, they have no spots.
"I'm sorry," says the Devil, "but they're the only dice I got."
"Well, shit," says Billy Markham. "Now, I really don't mean to bitch,
But I never thought I'd stake my roll in a sucker's game like this."
"Well, then, walk off," says the Devil. "Nobody's tied you down."
"Walk off where?" says Billy Markham. "It's the only game in town.
But I just wanna say 'fore I make my play, that if I should chance to lose,
I will this guitar to some would-be star who'll play some honest blues,
Who ain't afraid to sing the words like damn or shit or fuck
And who ain't afraid to put his ass on the stage where he makes his bucks.
But if he plays this guitar safe, and sings some sugary lies,
I'll haunt him till we meet in hell -- now, gimme them fuckin' dice."
And Billy Markham shakes the dice and yells, "Come on, thirteen!"
And the dice, they roll -- and come up blank. "You lose!" the Devil screams.
"But I really must say 'fore we go our way that I really do like your style.
Of all the fools I've played and beat, you're the first one who lost with a smile."
"Well, I'll tell you somethin'," Billy Markham says. "Those odds weren't too damn bad.
In fourteen years on Music Row, that's the best damn chance I've had."
Then, arm in arm, Billy Markham and the Devil walk out through Linebaugh's door,
Leavin' Billy's old beat-up guitar there on the floor. And if you go into Linebaugh's now, you can see it there today
Hangin' from a nail on that wall of peelin' gray
Billy Markham's old guitar...
That nobody dares to play.

?

MrMister

I have too much work frowny face

Casual Eddy

Hearthjaw wrote: »

themightypuck wrote: »

My circadian rhythm is completely out of whack. I'm just enjoying listening to music. Somehow it sounds better 4 hours after I should have gone to sleep.

Everything sounds better 4 hours after you should have gone to sleep.

The chicago/clocks mashup in the artist's corner stirred my soul

I am inclined to agree.

Haphazard

Love the thread title, Aldo!

Hearthjaw

I have too much work sore feet.

themightypuck

Oboro wrote: »

I think I might be psychologically addicted to ecstasy, but I think that is better than being physiologically addicted to opiates as I was before I left North Carolina.

Terrible wanton depression is better than withdrawal symptoms! Let's ride the love while we can, guys.

My worst withdrawal was meth although opiates are my innate drug of choice. Ex is like shrooms for me: a fun nite out. After I do ex I never think: hmm lets do some ex.

Oboro

Haphazard wrote: »

Love the thread title, Aldo!

dittooooooo

EDIT: My roommate originally said he was enabling me as a one-time thing. He's let it become habit because he's taken that stance of enabling pity. I'm never happy when I'm not on something, and he hates to see me unhappy. I like ex -- I don't like the come-down, but I love everything else about it. It's not as wonderful as opiates were, but ... I work with what I have, for now. I don't want to say, "I'm working towards getting something better," but... I probably honestly am.

Sorry, y'all. I'll try my hardest to break bad habits!!

clownfood

Hearthjaw wrote: »

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~lavie/dreamwine/silverstein2.html

The Devil walked into Linebaugh's on a rainy Nashville night
While the lost souls sat and sipped their soup in the sickly yellow neon light.
And the Devil, he looked around the room, then got down on his knees.
He says, "Is there one among you scum who'll roll the dice with me?"
Red, he just strums his guitar, pretending not to hear.
And Eddie, he just looks away and takes another sip of beer.
Vince, he says, "Not me, I'll pass. I've had my share of hell,"
And scribbling on a napkin, some song he was sure would sell.
Ronnie just kept whisperin' low to the snuff queen who clutched at his sleeve.
And somebody coughed -- and the Devil scoffed -- and turned on his heel to leave.
"Hold on", says a voice from the back of the room," 'fore you walk out that door.
If you're lookin' for some action, friend, well, I've rolled some dice before."
And there stood Billy Markham, he'd been on the scene for years,
Singin' all them raunchy songs that the town didn't want to hear.
He'd been cut and bled a thousand time, and his eyes were wise and sad,
And all his songs were the songs of the street, and all his luck was bad.
"I know you," says Billy Markham, "from many a dark and funky place,
But you always spoke in a different voice and wore a different face.
While me, I've gambled here on Music Row with hustlers and with whores,
And, hell, I ain't afraid to roll them devilish dice of yours."
"Well, then, get down," says the Devil, "just as if you was gonna pray,
And take these dice in your luckless hand and I'll tell you how this game is played.
You get one roll -- and you bet your soul -- and if you roll thirteen you win,
And all the joys of flesh and gold are yours to touch and spend.
But if that thirteen don't come up, then kiss your ass goodbye
And will your useless bones to God, 'cause your goddam soul is mine!
"Thirteen?" says Billy Markham. "Hell, I've played in tougher games.
I've loved ambitious women and I've rode on wheel-less trains.
So gimme room, you stinkin' fiend, and let it all unwind.
Nobody's ever rolled a thirteen yet, but this just might be the time."
Then Billy Markham, he takes the dice, and the dice feel as heavy as stones.
"They should, they should," the Devil says, "'cause they're carved from Jesus' bones."
And Billy Markham turns the dice and the dice, they have no spots.
"I'm sorry," says the Devil, "but they're the only dice I got."
"Well, shit," says Billy Markham. "Now, I really don't mean to bitch,
But I never thought I'd stake my roll in a sucker's game like this."
"Well, then, walk off," says the Devil. "Nobody's tied you down."
"Walk off where?" says Billy Markham. "It's the only game in town.
But I just wanna say 'fore I make my play, that if I should chance to lose,
I will this guitar to some would-be star who'll play some honest blues,
Who ain't afraid to sing the words like damn or shit or fuck
And who ain't afraid to put his ass on the stage where he makes his bucks.
But if he plays this guitar safe, and sings some sugary lies,
I'll haunt him till we meet in hell -- now, gimme them fuckin' dice."
And Billy Markham shakes the dice and yells, "Come on, thirteen!"
And the dice, they roll -- and come up blank. "You lose!" the Devil screams.
"But I really must say 'fore we go our way that I really do like your style.
Of all the fools I've played and beat, you're the first one who lost with a smile."
"Well, I'll tell you somethin'," Billy Markham says. "Those odds weren't too damn bad.
In fourteen years on Music Row, that's the best damn chance I've had."
Then, arm in arm, Billy Markham and the Devil walk out through Linebaugh's door,
Leavin' Billy's old beat-up guitar there on the floor. And if you go into Linebaugh's now, you can see it there today
Hangin' from a nail on that wall of peelin' gray
Billy Markham's old guitar...
That nobody dares to play.

?

That would be the first part....I am looking for the entire poem. It has six parts.

Casual Eddy

hey mister!

themightypuck

Hearthjaw wrote: »

themightypuck wrote: »

My circadian rhythm is completely out of whack. I'm just enjoying listening to music. Somehow it sounds better 4 hours after I should have gone to sleep.

Everything sounds better 4 hours after you should have gone to sleep.

That might be profound but I'm like 4 hours past my bedtime so what do I know.

themightypuck

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair, oh

MrMister

Casual Eddy wrote: »

hey mister!

Hey Eddy!

sup

Hearthjaw

That would be the first part....I am looking for the entire poem. It has six parts.

How about...

I'd have done the spoiler thing again but it was too big to post...

Casual Eddy

MrMister wrote: »

Casual Eddy wrote: »

hey mister!

Hey Eddy!

sup

growing a beard for a show

there are other things but I need to go move my car

toodles!

MrMister

No more eddy! Sad face.

Don't grow a beard. They're ugly 99% of the time.

clownfood

Hearthjaw wrote: »

That would be the first part....I am looking for the entire poem. It has six parts.

How about...

I'd have done the spoiler thing again but it was too big to post...

You are the greatest. For some reason the text has eluded me. I am a huge fan of Shel Silverstein but typically all you find is his children's work (which are wonderful in its own right).

Thanks a bunch Hearthjaw!!

Hearthjaw

clownfood wrote: »

Hearthjaw wrote: »

That would be the first part....I am looking for the entire poem. It has six parts.

How about...

I'd have done the spoiler thing again but it was too big to post...

You are the greatest. For some reason the text has eluded me. I am a huge fan of Shel Silverstein but typically all you find is his children's work (which are wonderful in its own right).

Thanks a bunch Hearthjaw!!

Not a problem, thanks for leading me to a great poem!

clownfood

Hearthjaw wrote: »

clownfood wrote: »

Hearthjaw wrote: »

That would be the first part....I am looking for the entire poem. It has six parts.

How about...

I'd have done the spoiler thing again but it was too big to post...

You are the greatest. For some reason the text has eluded me. I am a huge fan of Shel Silverstein but typically all you find is his children's work (which are wonderful in its own right).

Thanks a bunch Hearthjaw!!

Not a problem, thanks for leading me to a great poem!

What search string did you use to find it? I kept getting reviews of the plays that get done.

Hearthjaw

clownfood wrote: »

Hearthjaw wrote: »

clownfood wrote: »

Hearthjaw wrote: »

That would be the first part....I am looking for the entire poem. It has six parts.

How about...

I'd have done the spoiler thing again but it was too big to post...

You are the greatest. For some reason the text has eluded me. I am a huge fan of Shel Silverstein but typically all you find is his children's work (which are wonderful in its own right).

Thanks a bunch Hearthjaw!!

Not a problem, thanks for leading me to a great poem!

What search string did you use to find it? I kept getting reviews of the plays that get done.

"The Devil and Billy Markham. full version"
6th hit on google

Aldo

XTC is not so awesome. Too much crap gets cut in with it to be something for me to be comfortable with. =/
I bloody hate designer drugs anyway. And hard drugs in general.

Oboro

It's time for Oboro to go to bed now. Oboro will probably be a disenfranchised and biter wreck when she wakes up tomorrow. For now, though, Oboro is going to sleep peacefully and happily thinking of her friends from the Penny Arcade forums that love and respect her.

Goodnight, [chat]. I'm sorry I get on your nerves sometimes. Thanks for being there for me.

themightypuck

Aldo wrote: »

XTC is not so awesome. Too much crap gets cut in with it to be something for me to be comfortable with. =/
I bloody hate designer drugs anyway. And hard drugs in general.

My problem is that I love hard drugs but I don't engage because the downside beats the upside bigtime. Music and Rhythm are my drugs of choice.

Hearthjaw

Oboro wrote: »

It's time for Oboro to go to bed now. Oboro will probably be a disenfranchised and biter wreck when she wakes up tomorrow. For now, though, Oboro is going to sleep peacefully and happily thinking of her friends from the Penny Arcade forums that love and respect her.

Goodnight, [chat]. I'm sorry I get on your nerves sometimes. Thanks for being there for me.

Good night and...

DON'T LET THEM BITE