Blue Saturday

brothers and sisters

i don't know what if this world is coming to

Ladscapades

I came out in my dressing gown because why the fuck not

It has occurred to me that drinking too much and acting the dick is not really an "adventure". Not sure if that's buyer's remorse or an epiphany.

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When Parnell's Irish in the House
Pressed that the British Navy's cat-
O'-nine-tails be abolished, what
Shut against them? It was
Neither Irish nor English nor of that
Decade, but of the species.

Predictably, Parliament
Squared against the motion. As soon
Let the old school tie be rent
Off their necks, and give thanks, as see gone

No shame but a monument—

Trafalgar not better known.

`To discontinue it were as much
As ship not powder and cannonballs
But brandy and women' (Laughter). Hearing which
A witty profound Irishman calls
For a 'cat' into the House, and sits to watch
The gentry fingering its stained tails.

Whereupon . . .

quietly, unopposed,
The motion was passed.

what i think i'm searching for - i won't say desperately, i'm far too listless for that - is a plan, a strategy, terms of reference. i don't know what i want to do next. not in the next hour, even. anyone can continue to exist, that doesn't seem hard, if anything taking the other option takes the effort. but existing alone isn't much of a motivation to do much more than lie on the settee, watch a movie, read a book. i look for clues in movies and books, look for clues in my own head, look for a plan. but there's nothing, meaning is nothing to me, things in themselves are just fine and meaning is a layer of ego we smear them with.

it's one of the reasons i go to the pub - it doesn't take any thinking about. the easy company of other people and steady intoxication is the most natural way of being alive i know. maybe i'll go out, maybe i won't. i've the beginnings of some kind of bug and a thick, dizzy head and it's cold inside and out. but going to the pub solves the problem of thinking.

god i want something and i have no fucking idea what it is.

"existing alone" has more meanings than i noticed when i typed it out.

NV articulating stuff I dont even want to contemplate

sometimes i think if i could just stop contemplating then that would be better, but we're all stuck with it aren't we?

i just watched Calvary, it was great, but i've got nothing clever to say about it.

get high on life man

god i want something and i have no fucking idea what it is.

they can make pie out of macaroni now??!

it always already was a pie

like everything else

don't make me get me T-shirt motto

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Put some macaroni cheese in a Yorkshire pudding and I'd eat it.

I'm waiting for Indus to open so I can order a doner tbh.

don't make me get me T-shirt motto

Or the word "pie" I guess. Same diff

strictly speaking that would not be a motto

I thought motto was your cute nickname for j

it is now

I had a macaroni pie in Scotland on New Year's Day 2004 and I still dream about it tbh.

Good dream or bad?

I've wanted one since I first heard of them

When we had macaroni cheese growing up we often had a slice of bread & butter to go with it & made a wee sandwich

Dildo but packaged marketing of masculinity style

You sure you wanted this thread?

I mean it's plausible, sure.

He was talking about my macaroni sandwich

Again, plausible.

enbb knows what’s up, high five

what i think i'm searching for - i won't say desperately, i'm far too listless for that - is a plan, a strategy, terms of reference. i don't know what i want to do next. not in the next hour, even. anyone can continue to exist, that doesn't seem hard, if anything taking the other option takes the effort. but existing alone isn't much of a motivation to do much more than lie on the settee, watch a movie, read a book. i look for clues in movies and books, look for clues in my own head, look for a plan. but there's nothing, meaning is nothing to me, things in themselves are just fine and meaning is a layer of ego we smear them with.

it's one of the reasons i go to the pub - it doesn't take any thinking about. the easy company of other people and steady intoxication is the most natural way of being alive i know. maybe i'll go out, maybe i won't. i've the beginnings of some kind of bug and a thick, dizzy head and it's cold inside and out. but going to the pub solves the problem of thinking.

god i want something and i have no fucking idea what it is.

― smashong pumpgong (Noodle Vague), Friday, February 23, 2018 2:45 PM (six hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

While I now just mostly crave macaroni pie too, this post has stayed with me today. No details, because an this is an open forum, but: I've always felt like the above, until a year or two ago, when I suddenly did find a meaning, a cause to fight for (or: it found me, but for clarity I'll just say I found it). I found it, it started flowing through my veins, became my oxygen, and I acted on it. Like a Don Quixote. What I fight for will in the foreseeable future cease to exist. It might survive me, or I might survive it: it's a coin toss, but in the long run this thing I am fighting for will end. Not in a 'everything will end' kind of way, but more in a: will I have to bury it, or will it be standing at my grave, sickly, lowering my casket. And I know how all this sounds but it helps to have something, however foolish, to fight for, to give you meaning. It gives this 'meaning' extra bonus points for heroism. I may be losing the war, but winning a battle feels pretty good.

And yet: I find myself at a point in life where having found purpose or meaning is seriously boomeranging back into my face. The frustration you feel, the indifference you face, all the endless hours spent thinking and organising and trying to wiggle your way in and trying to 'play' people to reach a certain goal, all for that greater good. It sure as hell keeps you away from the pub in the short run, because of the time it consumes, having found meaning or a goal all of a sudden. But in the long run: it's not sustainable, I'll crack under the weight of fighting for something considered by nearly everyone a lost cause already, frustration mounting...

Tl;dr: no meaning or purpose in your life is no good. But having one devouring your energy and time and dealing with the billion forces going against this purpose isn't a picnic either. Either way you'll end up in the pub, is what I'm realising.

Jeez, way to cheer you up eh? Sorry abt that. Perchance the answer lies in "baby steps", moving from one meaningful goal to the next. Going for a walk, picking up the paper. Instead of the great nothingness of all or nothing.

(not really sorry, this is Blue Saturday after all. Laughs aside though NV I feel you and having seen the other extreme now, I'm still not satisfied. The soul is a lonely hunter)

going to the pub solves the problem of thinking.

well said, this kinda nails it

enbb knows what’s up, high five

― NEW CHIMP THREAT (bizarro gazzara), Friday, February 23, 2018 12:52 PM (four hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

:D

Wins - good. It was amazing.

LBI- strategy is a framework rather than an end goal

Big end goals are kinda idk I feel like setting them is a good way to have whatever version of god or fate u prefer to pick set u up as a punchline

nb I don't believe anything works out in the longer term the sweet spot for coping is to set up something you can have goals and structure around and make sure it's not anything you care about

Hi5

Idle hands are the devils playthings
The devil lives deep down

Right on. Needed that deems 👊

going to the pub solves the problem of thinking.

I realise that this isn't a healthy way of dealing with problems but it's the only thing that seems to work. Maybe not going to the pub as such, I'm not really one for going to the pub on my own unless there's bands playing or something, but getting drunk or at least on the way to drunk quiets down the thoughtworms because it gets them drunk as well. Combine with some weed and I can't keep a thought in my head long enough for it to twist into some kind of self-hatred. If only there were a way for it not to lead to morning-after regrets and the ever-present danger of addiction.

Nah lbi keep chin up got to have better ppl than civil servants in the world guv

Combine with some weed and I can't keep a thought in my head long enough for it to twist into some kind of self-hatred.

tru tru. dat pension tho. you'll be power washing like there's no tomorrow when yr 67

xp

And I saying I don't have a dream. I feel foolish when you lay it down like that.

You'll smile, hose down your Tesla 3000 hovercar, till you blast clean your brothers bmx. Believe.

4. And now thus saith the Lord:
Though you as little endure the word levelling as you could the late slain or dead Charles (your forerunner, who is gone before you ―) and had as lief hear the devil named as hear of the Levellers (men-levellers) which is and who indeed are but shadows of most terrible, yet great and glorious good things to come.

5. Behold, behold, behold, I the eternal God, the Lord of Hosts who am that mighty leveller and coming (yea, even at the doors) to level in good earnest , to level to some purpose, to level with a witness, to level the hills with the valleys and to lay the mountains low.

"Love me til my heart stops/Love me til I'm dead" used to kill me and it's gone, gone forever, dying alone on the sofa, so here's hoping I will not drown