Weird energy report

[bodysnatcher]

thread integrity, I suppose?

[spike]

reporting the birthday jorge thread

[Ello Sailor]

Trag is trying to cockblock Coach based on his experience with the 12-step program, much to the dismay of one Douglas Ray.

Watch this space. Big things coming etc.

[doug rr]

I'm just busting his nuts for the day...I'm done now..trag is good people

[Ello Sailor]

Big things no longer coming. Lock 'er up.

[doug rr]

I have a list of 6 others I might go after tomorrow

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Big things no longer coming. Lock 'er up.

That was a wild ride

[BurtReynolds]

I am deeply unsettled by fast food workers who smile and act like they're happy to be there. What is wrong with them? I get a strong uncanny valley feeling when I encounter them. Are they aliens? Are tentacles about to shoot out of their mouths? An I about to become food?

[tree_]

They're young and ignorant and have probably only been on the job for less than a month because the previous employees quit by then.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

[BurtReynolds]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Conditioning melancholy is what fast food jobs are for.

[tree_]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Society didn't condition people for melancholy, the melancholy was already there and popular art held a mirror up to it. It's still there now but the mirrors are more fragmented.

[tommy]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Society didn't condition people for melancholy, the melancholy was already there and popular art held a mirror up to it. It's still there now but the mirrors are more fragmented.

Humans aren't evolved to live this way.

[tree_]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Society didn't condition people for melancholy, the melancholy was already there and popular art held a mirror up to it. It's still there now but the mirrors are more fragmented.

Humans aren't evolved to live this way.

Right, but it sure is better than a high probability of being eaten by animals all the time, in some ways.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Society didn't condition people for melancholy, the melancholy was already there and popular art held a mirror up to it. It's still there now but the mirrors are more fragmented.

I just wanted Burt to mercilessly defend watching Clerks 47 times

[tree_]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Society didn't condition people for melancholy, the melancholy was already there and popular art held a mirror up to it. It's still there now but the mirrors are more fragmented.

I just wanted Burt to mercilessly defend watching Clerks 47 times

I'm sorry I snapped. I've been watching too much Six Feet Under.

[BurtReynolds]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Society didn't condition people for melancholy, the melancholy was already there and popular art held a mirror up to it. It's still there now but the mirrors are more fragmented.

I just wanted Burt to mercilessly defend watching Clerks 47 times

I'm not even supposed to be here today.

[tree_]

actually, knowing burt was obsessed with Clerks is very helpful to me, when you think about it

[Peeps]

They aren’t conditioned by society for melancholy like teens of the late 80’s and 90’s

Society didn't condition people for melancholy, the melancholy was already there and popular art held a mirror up to it. It's still there now but the mirrors are more fragmented.

I just wanted Burt to mercilessly defend watching Clerks 47 times

is this the only common ground burt and i have?

i once listened to clerks on HBO even though the picture was nothing but snow since i didnt subscribe to it but it was one of those mystical moments when the audio was just fine