Blue Saturday

prob with sweet teeth is they fall out

booze and depressive neglect and the cost of dentists has similar effect

even by parental proxy ime, hurrah

teeth are over-rated imo, just give me some soup

too much gradgrinding in yr youth

ilx has been relatively quiet for some time

eventually one must recognize that a new quiescent epoch has arrived, but who is going to bring fire and freshness, the streetfighter pyrotechnics, the new science, the leftfield plays and radical beats that get ilx moving again?

pat finn

paddy power.

quiet-era ilx fails to do its job, if i can't be pummeled into mental numbness by a constant stream of information then WHAT'S THE POINT.

or at least lols

I don't research Keatsian arcana anymore; instead, I am trying to learn the silent physical rhymes and looking-glass puns of sign language. "Stars," for example, are inverted "socks." "Number" is a dancing "more." "Thank you" is just a touch away from "good." "Sorry" is "please" closed up and hiding. Never, of course, has my research seemed more essential.

This http://chronicle.com/article/Dream-Map-to-a-Mind-Seized/135966/ is real good

I had an enormous crisis last weekend, cold blast of reality terror – oh god how am I living my life, I have chosen a diseased doubled path that leads to total fear-ridden stasis, stoic rejection of the goods of life, refusal of delight, forgetting my old friends, denying affection, slow financial slide through idleness and reserve, no idea of what could make me happier, crippled by duty, doubt, guilt over hurtful mistakes, no imaginable satisfied death. It all had that high, excited shock quality that early stages of grief can have.

Thought about checking in on Blue Saturday, but suspected ilxing not a way forward on this one.

Anyway, I shook things up and ran around and saw people and I think I know what I have to do for a while.

Happy Birthday and i hope yr plans come good.

I'm booked in for detox in January so i figure i'm kicking wildly against the pricks for a last few stupid weeks.

exciting linguistic throwbacks i have enjoyed this week:

student on the bus describing a presumably fellow student as "half-caste"

dude in my office just describing a non-skinny woman as "jolly"

it's good to be back in the 70s, feels Christmas-y

ilx sending me back twards rw devils advocate t'day, i thought i'd grown out of it tbh

felt that one coming but ctfo dude

yeah but deems 'half caste' was a marketing term used by slave traders, it's just about the most intrinsically racist term imaginable

A teacher referred to me as 'half-caste' when i was in primary school, he thought he was being polite. So did I!

it wouldn't have throwed me quite so much if it was a person of a certain age but this kid looked 20 at most

student was a slave trader, fact. i bet every other word they used that day was 100% thought through, with 100% etymological awareness etc.

And maybe yon fat one is just jolly, y'know

look, yeah, i know, ok? but still, too, ok, yknow? People, life, existence, starbucks, pandemic's teacher, we should all do better and try harder and think awesomer and context and student maybe didnt know he was gonna get ilx'd about it later and probly feeds stray cats and gives to charity etc standard dmac counterpush yadda yadda

i don't think i was being really hectoring when i noted the guy's use of language, it was more one of those "where the hell did that come from?" observations

no man SHAME ON YOU

student was a slave trader, fact. i bet every other word they used that day was 100% thought through, with 100% etymological awareness etc.

half-caste is the sort of word where nobody remotely aware of its undisputed, unambiguous meaning would need to spend a single moment considering its offensiveness

so this kid is more than likely entirely ignorant of all this, but it is interesting and kinda dispiriting when people can get to the age of majority in the uk while being unaware of this stuff

yr knowledge obv greater than mine, we were prob learning about newgrange agus an mo connioloch instead so by all means take the proverbial pinch of salt, idk

idk if i would expect many people in ireland to know the term, but then it isn't full of the descendants of people it conquered, enslaved and categorized according to racial purity

well, there's the fuckin dubs but you're right

Just be thankful they didn't say Quadroon.

you wish dom

although it still isn't proportional, at least there are quite a few black people at cambridge. first gf was a quarter black, in fact. when i told my peers this they started referring to her as 'the quadroon' ;_;

― Just got offed, Friday, 11 January 2008 16:35 (4 years ago)

o_O doesn't cut it really

i read in fanon or somewhere that the classification system in colonial guadeloupe and martinique classified people with up to something like 1/128th black ancestry

As it eerily often happens with the Beta Band, this song reflects something I've gone through nearly perfectly despite confusing lyrics. You date a girl, she jokes about how you'll never stay together. Then, much later, she disappears from your life for some spaced reason, and you try to remember it fondly by thinking of the jokes but all that really does is hurt ya more, or make you want to hurt yourself. And the fuel to harm yourself with your memories is all the little jokes that hurt so badly in retrospect.

The last bit, I assume, is representative of your overworking mind, just repeating unknown questions.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99WbUnZaJ58

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I don't know what you're gonna do,
I don't know where you're gonna go
I don't know who you want to see,
I don't know who you want to be
I don't know why I want to know,
I don't know why you didn't show
I don't know why I didn't see,
I don't know why I didn't leave

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I' th' isle of Britain, long since famous grown
For breeding the best cunts in Christendom,
There reigns, and oh! long may he reign and thrive,
The easiest King and best-bred man alive.
Him no ambition moves to get renown
Like the French fool, that wanders up and down
Starving his people, hazarding his crown.
Peace is his aim, his gentleness is such,
And love he loves, for he loves fucking much.
---Nor are his high desires above his strength:
His scepter and his prick are of a length;
And she may sway the one who plays with th' other,
And make him little wiser than his brother.
Poor prince! thy prick, like thy buffoons at Court,
Will govern thee because it makes thee sport.
'Tis sure the sauciest prick that e'er did swive,
The proudest, peremptoriest prick alive.
Though safety, law, religion, life lay on 't,
'Twould break through all to make its way to cunt.
Restless he rolls about from whore to whore,
A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.
---To Carwell, the most dear of all his dears,
The best relief of his declining years,
Oft he bewails his fortune, and her fate:
To love so well, and be beloved so late.
For though in her he settles well his tarse,
Yet his dull, graceless ballocks hang an arse.
This you'd believe, had I but time to tell ye
The pains it costs to poor, laborious Nelly,
Whilst she employs hands, fingers, mouth, and thighs,
Ere she can raise the member she enjoys.
---All monarchs I hate, and the thrones they sit on,
---From the hector of France to the cully of Britain.

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Shakey Noodle this morning on account of swallowing six or seven little parcels of duloxetine instead of the one i was sposed to, plus hangover i suppose, i don't know if this is a pleasant kind of high or not, i think it might be, i checked last night to see if i'd poisoned myself but likely not, which is a good thing i guess, quite blithe and unconcerned when i was in the process, looking for an excuse maybe, really thought i was past this.

nothing a couple of drinks won't put right.

you could have fuckin said

ah i didnae want any fuss

i wouldnt have fussed but i've have borrowed a tenner

that's the spirit

this fuckin board hasnt even got a heaney thread i mean chrisht

i have negative dollars

fuck me

quality overheard conversation from the smoking shelter at work: three teenage girls discussing which Hull FC players they wanted to shag and trying to work out what a strap-on is - they thought it was a ball-gag i think

lol excellent

hi noodle

hi E :D

it's Mad Friday, hooray!

our entire organization is on a competition to sneak out of the building and off to the pub/home without anybody noticing

pffft, who cares who notices we are having rubberband target contests

Jews, Pagans, Christians, Muslims, Atheists, Buddhists, Hindu whatever the hell I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS MERRY MOTHERFUCKIN CHRISTMAS