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Spamalot / Listening to Guts over Fear
« on: June 30, 2015, 04:56:17 PM »
Trying to get brave enough to go down to the office. Every time I go in there I want to start screaming its not enough, the kinds of conversations we have are good but how do we live?


The fuck am I gonna do? It's too late to start over. This is the only thing I, thing I know.

I spend a lot of time reading, as you guys can gather I'm sure. As soon as I'm done with "The Will to Power" I will have seriously read the majority of Nietzsche's work (and re-read much) and the only person I know who loves Nietzsche as much as me is Kili. I was reading somewhere else that at this point I have read probably more Nietzsche (the article wasn't about Nietzsche) than most people and it was talking about the level of intimacy you have to have on a subject to be considered an expert.

I am an expert in MMOs. lol

Seriously tho, I was thinking about it this morning and was googling looking for the article I read about it in and found this instead:

So how do you learn to become an expert?

The basis of becoming an expert is to read more than anyone else on your subject. If you read on your subject for one hour per working day for seven years (that’s a PhD and one post-doc position), that 1820 hours of reading is going to take you a long way to becoming an expert. Especially since the majority of your peers are unlikely to read even half of that amount.

Taking the article with a tiny grain of salt (I agree with most I think) I first got a little depressed at realizing I'm some kind of expert lol. In worthless shit.

I'm also an expert in all kinds of weird shit, the things I read and write and think about with regards to my eskimo philosophy and shit. I know a bunch of you guys are too, pretty cool to see the kinds of things we are collectively doing.

up and down up and down,

so its too late to start over right? I keep thinking I would rather just be a butcher.

The unhappiest butcher in the world. I could gaze out from behind the meatcase, master of my own little world.



This is how we peptalk ourselves, the fearless leader afraid to go to the office. They don't pay me anyhow so fuck 'em!

Spamalot / Conan the Barbarian.
« on: June 17, 2015, 01:52:36 PM »
If you loved the movie, read this dudes review:

I am gonna re-watch this again. Have we had threads on this before? Even if we have, it is deserving of more.

Spamalot / Falling off the Dragon
« on: June 16, 2015, 12:44:36 AM »
EverQuest free for over 90 days.

General Discussion / Query for y'all
« on: June 12, 2015, 11:56:45 PM »
Tell me about what goes on in your head. I'll start:

When you see things, liek imagine an apple. What color is it? How big is it?

Did it have any dimensions before I asked?

Do you see it?

What do you suppose you are seeing it with?

Just a general query, any other thoughts about thoughts, or observations about thoughts go here.

General Discussion / The Pinkprint Movie
« on: June 09, 2015, 10:08:42 PM »
You can thank me later, it's no Anaconda but I watched the whole thing and enjoyed it.

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Spamalot / Love and Marriage
« on: May 31, 2015, 01:26:14 PM »
click through and listen because Frank Sinatra

I know this song so well from the beginning of Married with Children --

I'm presiding over a wedding today, whatever the name is for the officiator. Chose something from McCarthy, the Bible, and gonna sing this song a little bit for the ceremony. Pretty sure I get to fuck one of the bridesmaids right? Isn't that in the rules?

I already know which one I'm going for, my wife hasn't said "no" yet so I'm gonna play this one by ear.

Spamalot / Dear Sear
« on: May 31, 2015, 01:21:16 PM »
You know, you are a pretty funny guy. Your posts make me laugh

Spamalot / glaciations
« on: May 28, 2015, 03:00:37 PM »
Cold winds blow over the tundra that is my heart.

Memories howl through, punishing what grows there. Small and stunted things here, products of this environment.

This is my home, my ice age. I am an ice age.

I burn like the sun, I burn and burn but my heart lies on the other side of me, and I am unable to change my trajectory. I fly like a storm

When summer is here, everyone comes. When summer is here, things grow easily and quickly.

But this is an ice age. I prepared the way for them, I made a shelter within myself for my family because I know I am cold. They have their own warmth too you see, and they also burn like suns.

They absorb the flames that burst free from me and I move in my orbit obeying my physics.

I am the shelter, I stretch my being over them and whisper to them

"The storm is also me,

Spamalot / I know there is a music thread, thread.
« on: May 27, 2015, 08:31:55 PM »
I can't be bothered to follow the white man's rules anymore:

Nive Nielsen "Wrong" LIVE @ PotLuckCon - Cloud 44-A Ribbon Mic on Vocals

PotLuckCon 2014 "Casita Crawl" - Cloud Microphones and Nive Nielsen

Cloud 44-A's "V" setting for Vocals, "M" setting for Slide guitar, with Cloud's JRS-34 ribbons on the rhythm and lead.

Cloud Microphones converted their casita into a pop up recoding studio and hosted an open mic recording session at the El Conquistador Resort in Tucson, Arizona during the PotLuckCon audio conference on August 1, 2014.

Nive Nielsen and the Deer Children perform "Wrong" -LIVE- for an unseen audience of conference attendees in the adjoining control room, listening on studio monitors, at the hotel and resort. CD's were burt in real time as the audio was being mixed live on a console. The CD's were then taken into yet another adjoining room where Michael Dixon of Lathe Cuts took the audio and cut vinyl on the spot. Open mic participants left with CD and vinyl recordings of the performance they gave just moments earlier! It was really fun!

Spamalot / Baby Cuz I'm a Thug
« on: May 20, 2015, 01:58:38 PM »
Where do we even begin? At this point in my life the past is all here with me, always has been. Am I expanding?

It's groundhog day, it's groundhog day. Every day is the same, I wake up and make coffee. What did I used to do? Wake up and piss and shit, scratch and what now.

What are we doing that is fundamentally different from those awakened monkeys of Greece? You see it's all a lie, we are still just sitting around and pissing and shitting and eating -- wherever this human entity goes we will get there eating and fucking. 

Come on dudes, I'm not even being some kinda philosopher right now -- what have we really done that is really that different? Newer and better ways to stay alive and to masturbate both literally and figuratively?

The world I live in, my middle class utopia. Why did I take the pill? I guess I didn't take it, it was administered to me. I can't give a shit about this world baby cuz I'm a thug.

Can't get in the mood to do this shit sometimes. #1 no one will take me seriously, #2 I'm crazy #3 I don't even know!

I don't give myself enough credit for being the stay at home dad, I do a lot -- probably just as much actual work or more than most of you (minus you overachievers)

Doing the dishes really tempers a man's visions of grandeur. Gonna go take a shower and look at the model of the universe I have in my head.

Spamalot / Started from the bottom
« on: May 20, 2015, 12:13:15 PM »
No new niggas, nigga we don't feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don't like to do too much explaining
Story stays the same I never changed it
No new niggas, nigga we don't feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don't like to do too much explaining
Story stay the same through the posting and the fame
Cause we...

Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here

Spamalot / have to poop
« on: May 11, 2015, 12:47:57 PM »
coughed hard, almost regretted it. going to poop now.

General Discussion / Etok down
« on: May 10, 2015, 02:23:05 PM »
Etok Edwardsen, you can read about him in

"Etok: A Story of Eskimo Power", this is an excerpt from it

"The Department of the Interior's environmental study is childish and naive. We have a belief that the Department of the Interior does not even know that there are one hundred forty-seven different varieties of birds which nest on the North Slope by the millions. It is true that we do not have college degrees certifying our expertness on the flora and the fauna of the North Land, but our very ability to exist in the North Land is our college degree. And we have not been consulted by anyone.

"The draft report essentially contains no study of the impact of the pipeline on the human environment. Why is it that the Western civilization worries about things and does not worry about people? The whole thrust of the draft report is its impact on things."

The reporters were interested. Here were several hundred people in Washington debating whether or not to build a pipeline across Alaska. They were talking in terms of caribou and block valves and the survival of the peregrine falcon. They had left the human factor out of the equation entirely. The development of a major oil industry in the Arctic would change, perhaps finally and forever, the Eskimo life. The Eskimos had legitimate claims in the courts and in Congress to lands over which the pipeline would cross. Yet, where had they been consulted, who had asked them?

No one. Charlie went on. "We are not a part of any decision-making process. We are not a member of any of the various committees studying the problem. No one had the common courtesy to notify us of this hearing on the future of our lives and lands. Why were we not notified? Why do we have to rely upon the public press for information as to what is happening to our homeland six thousand miles away in Washington, D.C.?

"There is nothing in the study to protect the people should development drive away the animals upon which they depend for food. The United States was farsighted enough to protect its own skin if damage ensue by requiring the pipeline company to file a five-mill ion-dollar bond ... but if damage ensue, the Eskimo will be the one who is really hurt, and there is no bond for him. The only method Western society has for substituting such a loss is welfare. We don't like welfare .... "

With an intensity that no one in that room will forget, Charlie concluded, "This draft report is a product of massive ignorance, and it is the Arctic Slope Eskimos who will suffer and are the forgotten people. The Department of the Interior is composed of sophomores who control the destiny of these forgotten people."

One reporter who was present called the absolute stillness that followed Charlie's testimony "the silence of the shamed." The Interior Department examiner fumbled for questions.

"Mr. Edwardsen, you make reference to the long-term effect of pollution and go on to say the effects of pollution on the environment may be irreversible. If you could point us to some studies ... "

Edwardsen rounded on him. "I will be pleased to do this . . . I will be happy to talk about pollution. However, I would like to talk about a form of pollution that has continuously existed in the Department of the Interior ever since the Indians were first made the wards of the Secretary in 1849. The story of the American Indian under the care of the Secretary of the Interior has been one of conquest, paternalism, and greed. What the white man did in the last century to the Indians of the Plains he is doing today to the Eskimos of the Arctic Slope. He is doing it and there is no one willing to stop it. You ask for studies of environmental degradation. I point to one hundred years of total failure of the Department of the Interior to Alaska's Native people. Up in the North Slope there is not one legally patented land claim, and yet the department will let the oil be developed. Acting in our behalf it has sold miles of our gravel to the oil companies and we have not received one penny from this trustee relationship.

"I speak of pollution. If and when the birds of the Arctic die, who is the Secretary going to sue? The oil companies? Who is going to protect the Eskimos from starvation? We are a byproduct of internal apathy of the Department of the Interior, and as stewardships of our resources and as stewardships of the Indians, that department has flunked. It has failed, and we know that under the disguise of oil, the further degradation of American lives-of the Eskimos-will occur.

"What this hearing here is, is a mental facade. 'We had a public forum, therefore we are innocent now.' But until the Interior Department fully discloses all of the evidence, all of the communications of the oil companies and the state of Alaska, this pipeline cannot go through:"

His brown eyes burned with the intensity of his feeling; his voice was hypnotic in its power. Gathering his papers, Charlie strode out of the circle of TV lights. The audience was silent for one moment, for two, and then burst into spontaneous applause. They rose, in tribute to the honesty of this boy-man, and they applauded him with a standing ovation. But he did not see or hear them, for by then he was out of the hall, hands trembling, lighting a cigarette as best he could.

He was followed by the press-by the reporters, the photographers, and the TV interviewers. And there, in the hallway with no preparation he held his news conference.

"If I sell you the Brooklyn Bridge and you are so dumb you buy it, then I have your money but you do not have my bridge. The bridge belongs to whoever owns it and you are the victim of a gyp. The United States got gypped when it bought Alaska. That's all.

"My people are poor. The whites are rich. My people are sick from the white man's diseases; they are poorly fed and poorly corned in the winter. The federal employees at Barrow live in new houses with electricity and running water. Give us compensation for lands we have lost. Give us title to the lands we hold. We are not begging for charity!

"If the United States is prepared to buy the Arctic Slope or to rent it, the Eskimos are prepared to negotiate, to discuss terms." The flashbulbs popped, the hand-held cameras whirred, and more and more microphones were pushed in front of his face as he continued.

"How can the white man sell our land when they do not own it? How can they lease our land to the oil companies when they do not own it?" Working himself up into a dangerous paroxysm at the unfairness of it all, he shouted at the cameras: "If the pigs want to use our land, then THE PIGS MUST PAY THE RENT!"

Spamalot / the expansion of the universe
« on: May 09, 2015, 02:03:13 AM »
Latest idea about what time is: that it is the expansion of the universe that is occurring, if time is space then time is also movement, then wouldn't the expansion of the universe move us right along with it? Not too much more too it than that, if the universe was expanding faster as they say it is would we experience any change? Seems like we wouldn't because we are part of it and in it.

I feel the universe expanding  :bick:

seems right eh, i guess not enough math in this here post, agrul could you do this up with some math

“We can discuss the fact that an hour ago, our brains were in a state that was correlated with fewer things,” he said. “But our perception that time is flowing — that is a different matter altogether. Most probably, we will need a further revolution in physics that will tell us about that.”

reprinted from quanta magazine, maybe i should send them my crackpot ideas.

or whatever its called. shitty youtube version:

What the bleep do we know? Down the rabbit hole

its on netflix too

but anyhow wish i just watched this video instead of the way i did it but whatever. not even all the way through and i like it. did one of you mention it? i don't know i am a warren you know. i am composed of rabbit holes.

Getting Fat with TZT / Dear Everyone (Mostly Xanon)
« on: May 01, 2015, 12:37:09 PM »
Spring is upon is in Alaska, time for some spring fishing and foraging. Xanon nigga I'm sorry I ate all the jam. Shit is like soul food to me, your jars sat in the corner of the kitchen with your address on it and eventually Sacha opened one, then I ate the other.

Anyways up next is halfdried and smoked Eulachon (its like a smelt).  Anyone ever kipper herring or anything like that? I jarred some of this fish and it is too soft so I'm going to brine and sundry them for 2 days before I smoke them to firm them up. It's also time for fiddlehead ferns, lovage, and nettles, I don't make anything with those I would share with the exception of the nettle pesto. If I said I would send you food and I did not, all my wild food is gone with the exception of some cubed moose. Made my last salmon yesterday too.

General Discussion / EndNote
« on: April 30, 2015, 12:52:56 PM »
man i hate footnotes and bibliographies, especially when your bibliography includes blood meridian and people probably think "did he take that book seriously?"

anyways someone mentioned this to me, EndNote

anyone use this? i don't have that many direct references but it looks like it might make my life easier. crunch time for this project, i need to get it done. i got like 50-60 pages of my writing and thinking, and then maybe 100 misc research stuff a lot which will be scrapped or turned into other "products", but if I don't source my shit some intern will and they won't understand who I'm referencing and where because my brain work weird? idk you guys get me right? you guys catch all my references even though i don't footnote them?

nevermind, anyone use EndNote?

General Discussion / A not so dumb idea (EVERQUEST)
« on: April 28, 2015, 08:40:43 PM »
After I stepped down as leader of whatever guild I was leading in World of Warcraft I retreated to 20-29 and 30-39 pvp. Ended up having a real good time, and I fought against other pvp twinks mainly with everyone else blowing like chaff before me. So I was thinking, on this pvp server we have here with red99 you have to put in 2005 levels of immersion, growing a fine bristly neckbeard in order to compete for the finest pixels.

However if you structured a level 20, 30, 40 pvp bracket with strict rules on what items are permitted (i.e. no fungi tunics, ragebringers etc.) and hosted in in different venues with rules like no zoning/plugging etc. you could have some pretty awesome rumbles without a huge timesink into gear. Not only that, leveling a character to 40 takes no time at all, and you can try out all kinds of classes. I mean in my experience if you played a char to 40 you understand the basic mechanics of the class. Also the added bonus of calling out those terrible pvp twinks, forcing them to compete without their fungi etc.

just imagine for a minute, a level 40 royal rumble 6v6 in Crushbone. idk what to do about spectators or whatever but the general concept is good. maybe no viewers, and stream the rumbles instead. Anyways just an idea -- obviously needs some refinement and I'll be honest I don't even wanna run it but I know some fucking neckbeard will settle into the position like a mother hen.

Spamalot / balloon go pop
« on: April 27, 2015, 11:19:10 PM »
they take their sharpest implement
and try and pop my bubble
but its simply not air inside,
it was just the skin stretched tight.

instead they release me
my fumes are noxious to some

Spamalot / Polaris
« on: April 27, 2015, 12:02:23 PM »
My heart is like the tundra
things do grow here

the things that grow here are small and stunted
they are strong, try and pull them out

the wind howls
and the cold is bitter
an ice age

the sun don't come up
it does lazy loops under the horizon
denying us with its very nature

i am nocturnal
i can see in the dark
very well

I am the north star
I am not your home
but through me you can find your way

Spamalot / It's true you know
« on: April 25, 2015, 12:39:45 PM »
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white,
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

Johnny Cash- God's Gonna Cut You Down (lyrics) (The video's owner prevents external embedding)

song been in my head when I wake up all week,

General Discussion / US takes chairmanship of the Arctic Council
« on: April 24, 2015, 02:00:56 PM »
hey CEQ!

watching the live stream because I'm one of the handful of people who cares. John Kerry staring at the seal oil lamp with presumably a super interested look on his face.

General Discussion / Daylight
« on: April 23, 2015, 07:18:45 AM »
If I was to take my ancestors seriously, and I do. Then the spirit world is still out there.

and it is. I seen it.

I live in it, I breathe through it I cycle my energy through my body and you know Tallon Zek we truly have breathed the same breath. I know this because I watched the same TED talks you do probably.

So it is uncontroversial that we are good little energy beings, among the best really. None quite has our style and flair, although baboons (and dat ass).

I move out into the spirit world, in this my new environment but I bring the same spirit, the same yua.

I am Maaruk, which iteration I do not know.

Some days are better than others, but all days bring Daylight.

Aesop Rock - Daylight (With lyrics)

Good morning pigs.

General Discussion / Amy Schumer on Ellen
« on: April 16, 2015, 07:47:45 PM »
I know most of you probably don't watch Ellen, Amy was very funny as usual, the self deprecation is so good.

The Unbelievably Hilarious Amy Schumer

Spamalot / Wish you were here
« on: April 16, 2015, 01:00:43 PM »
Pixies - Where Is My Mind

Dedicated to Spamalot.

Spamalot / metallica
« on: April 15, 2015, 01:24:32 PM »
that other thread is done,  i just wanted to mention

Metallica - Enter Sandman [Official Music Video]

I used to headbang like crazy at school dances. Funny, I was never a good dancer but I always danced anyways.

I ended up with most of those songs from a top 10 from the 90s

Beck - Loser

Mariah Carey was big, my sister loves her.

Mariah Carey feat. Boyz II Men - One Sweet Day

Celine Dion was on there, and Vanilla Ice, MC Hammer and shit.



Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit


Blur - Song 2

Spamalot / Every Morning
« on: April 15, 2015, 12:39:46 PM »
It's hardly even about him anymore. I have mostly reconciled the event itself.

Every morning I'm still crying though, I lie in bed with my family around me and cry. Every fucking morning

It's like this:

Eastsidaz - Paper Chase (RARE SONG)

The paper chase.

I had a dream I won 5,000 dollars and it was spent in my head immediately. There was a middle aged lady there, and idk if she needed it or what but I gave her half of it just for being there. She was gambling too. I bought jewelry for all the ladies at my wife's work (mostly because they are all so good looking)

silly dream, but it has some bearing on reality. We spend so much time on that paper chase, that abstracted hunt.

I can't bring myself to give a shit, did you know I'm one class away from a degree? I literally do not give a shit, my education is immanent. I could get a job easily, but I don't want one.

Am I being a baby?

Maybe, but you can't make me give a shit about that either. See I got some of the context nigga.

It doesn't matter if there is a God or not (there is, I will digress on it shortly).

If there is no God and it doesn't matter this paper chase means nothing as well, I might as well just be happy you know? I can make do with very little. I hardly eat anymore because food doesn't provide the nourishment I need.

If there is a God then it doesn't matter because God didn't put us here to chase paper.


It's more than that though, it's not just me. It's the fucking paper chase, I can't make no sense of it.

Money doesn't matter to me, it only matters inasmuch as the things it can provide me. I can hunt for those too you know.


I don't want anyone to worry about money

I get so mad when I think about it, I burn hot and angry because I provide my inner fire with that fuel

the smoke is black and fills me


See some of you think I'm naive

I am not, please forgive me my hubris but

I know too much actually


A digression about God. If it shows up as a link for you then click it and read what I have to say about God. If it the link doesn't show, then it means you A: either don't believe in God , or B: I didn't put a link.

Spamalot / Sometimes I come here
« on: April 14, 2015, 11:49:23 AM »
and its too boring, I know its the same for a lot of you. Many of you probably won't even open this thread because you have the same reaction I do:

I just do not give a fuck what xxxxx thinks about xxxxx

This last couple weeks tho, I been in the trap.

Nicki Minaj - Beez In The Trap (Explicit) ft. 2 Chainz

a hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing.

Spamalot / and so it was
« on: April 13, 2015, 11:55:07 AM »
ideas, a universe of ideas some stronger than others. you are an idea, an idea that spawns other ideas. ideas with legs, you were not made by your parents in any real sense of the world but we are your stewards. did you forget i was a father too?

i am womanlike these days, birthing ideas

the pains are intense sometimes.

so have an idea right now and try and give it some legs. give yourself the idea of a paper plane, now find some paper and make it.

explain that process to me, because a paper plane wasn't your idea, paper wasn't your idea, neither was a plane, nor origami

or was it your idea human?

i see, it was your idea then. well then human

look at your paper plane, the child you birthed into this world. the reality you co-created.

because you created it can you now fly? do you own that plane in any real sense?

perhaps you should piss on it.

General Discussion / There's something happening here
« on: April 11, 2015, 02:25:41 PM »
Buffalo Springfield - Stop Children What's That Sound

and what it is, ain't exactly clear.

It's a good song, it reminds me of the spring of my life. I have had a special ire for hippies, not a hate because I love them. How could you not love them?

There are battle lines being drawn

It was such a good liberal spirit, of love and peace but they didn't fucking deliver!

It starts when you're always afraid,

So all the feel good, all that energy they just fucked it away at Woodstock or something because I'm just not fucking feeling it you know?

My mom and my dad were at Woodstock, I always liked that story. A young hippie yupik girl and her handsome gwich'in man.

they did acid, she told me that when he laughed his head turned into a skull. she didn't like it.

i am like him too she says, we are like each other. i never knew him and we share so much ---

the spirit didn't deliver shit,

i don't care about peace and love and fucking

the only fucking i want to do is

the virtual fucking of spears, creating orifices where there were none before

and feeding and growing and driving before me,

but you lack the context for the things i say i think, i don't know how to stop whatever is going on here you know,

i am growing in weird directions internally, i grow and prune and grow and prune but i AM waning.

its not my health, i am waning i am evening

i have eaten my fill, i am full and as content as a man in my position could be. i am in turmoil, and so are many of you in many different ways and if you not be in turmoil, you would be given these lives.

so i am full, i have been given many gifts and perhaps it would amuse you to know i am permitted my vanities because i laid bare something more important.

i am fit enough for this time of my life, i am strong, i have made myself strong i have been made strong. and i accept the traces


i am digesting this, i will shit out what i don't need or isn't expedient for me to keep and i will retain the caloric content of these things i consume. i think better in my poems, they are teasingly to you guys but the truth is every post i make is for myself. every post i make is for God.

this is just a vulgar display, i am jerking off in front of you

some of you sick fucks even like it.  :smitten:

and if you don't


Tupac - Hit Em Up (Lyrics)

some of you niggas ain't even on my level.

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