Do you know this forum doesn't work properly without Javascript any more? What happened to barracuda and Canadian_Watcher? I enjoyed bickering with them, long ago.
If you looked at my profile you'd see that my occupation is "idler". I don't mind doing a "Where are they now?"
Actually, I'm probably in exactly the same spot from which I last posted. I got a job, I suppose. It was like that song, "I was looking for a job, then I found a job and heaven knows I'm miserable now". But I only lasted a day, much like that other song, "Turned up, clocked on, laid off". So I'm unmiserable again. I'm not cut out for this work business. So now I'm just suffering the benefit cuts, cycling around the place, wandering the internet, playing the classical guitar, the usual stuff.
Thought I might try and translate the Otia Imperialia into English, there's a want of affordable translations thereof. I've also taken to standing on desolate hillsides by night, gazing at the stars and wondering how constellations have come to exist on star maps which are never visible to the naked eye, like Pisces. Rather odd.
Read David MacGowan's new book, the Laurel Canyon one. Quite good, but doesn't add much beyond cost to the web series, honestly.
Then, one day, I was reading a forum thread on a board i don't frequent, that of the Encyclopedia Dramatica, a thread about "#gamergate", and came across a bizarre conspiracy theory, that the anti-GG crowd are in hock to a group called DiGRA, who are DARPA contractors in a project designed to use the media for social reengineering, and that DARPA have engineered everything that's happened, from the mass censorship to the Fappening (which was designed to distract from the truly important issue of video-game journalism).
Obviously, that made me curious about whether this place had survived my exit. It's where bizarre conspiracy theories make me think of.
Don't think he liked me at all. In his final analysis, I would no doubt have come out on the unacceptably "mangina" side of the spectrum,
Quite the opposite. You were always one of my favourite posters. I don't think we ever had much of a set-to over sex issues.
but in my personal opinion Stephen had a decent way with words, an enviable knowledge of history (however slanted),
I really need to get working on that book on the continuous witch-cult throughout history I've been meaning to write forever.
and a fair bit of unusual charm about him. He was also totally sincere, most of the time, however offensive his views were. That's rare. Of course his persona was partly an act, but he meant every (non-sarcastic) word he said. A rarity. Perhaps that's just as well.
Hmm. Does this mean that most people don't mean the things that they say? I don't know much about people, but it seems like a waste of effort to say things that are misleading. Obviously if you intend to deceive someone, that's one thing, but blandilinquent insincerity seems like a waste of effort, and communicating with people is enough effort already.
He's one of the few board members that I've ever had a dream about meeting and spending time with. It actually turned out really well, in the dream. He stayed in my house and all, and we had a good laugh, despite disagreeing vehemently on many matters. When I woke up I remembered that he doesn't drink, though, and the dream quickly faded.
I had a dream the other night in which I woke up and it was early in the morning so I went back to sleep.. Later I woke up and it was earlier in the morning, so I conclude that the earlier awakening was a dream. My dreams are somewhat prosaic. I like to think it is because I have achieved individuation and mastered my subconscious, thereby eliminating the conflicts between the subconscious and the waking mind which produce dreams. Possibly it's because I lack imagination.
And that's where I am now! So, once again, goodbye for ever. Or maybe I'll be back in a year, by which time my life will have progressed to the point where I've just read Richard Dolan's UFO book and I'm slightly even closer to getting that history of the witch-cult which oppresses the world started.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible. -- Lawrence of Arabia